Ultimate Fun

I am desperate to blog about our weekend back in Brisbane, but until I can upload the photos, there’s just no point, as they explain our weekend so much better than I ever could with words.

So in the mean time, let me tell you about a new sport Hubs and I are playing. Ultimate Disc! (aka Ultimate, flying disc). It is SO much fun and very good for our fitness. My friend from high school and her partner are very into it and invited us along for a game a few weeks ago. Actually, it was 3 games and we ended up playing for 2 and a half hours. That’s a LOT of running.

It’s kind of a mixture between netball and gridiron. Kind of… We play in Albert Park (St Kilda) on a field about 100m by 30m and there are end zones where, if you catch the disc whilst in the zone you score a point. You start the game and each point with 1 team at each end of the field, lined up Braveheart style. At the start of each point, one team starts off in attack, and the other team “pulls” the disc (throws it as far as they can) and are on the defense. We play either Man-D (pick a player and mark them) or zone defense (which we’re still getting the hang of). You can’t run with the disc (like Netball) but you can take a few steps to slow down once you have it. You’re often sprinting when you receive it, though in my case, it’s more of a fast jog.

As I mentioned, there’s a LOT of running and it’s very fast-paced. The good thing is, after each point you get a bit of a breather. The game finishes either when 1 team has scored 15 points (half time is at 8 points) or after an hour and 20 minutes has passed. It’s self-refereed which makes it a very honest game and Ultimate is all about the Spirit of the Game. So much so, that they have Spirit Captains whose job it is to keep the game running smoothly.

Last night Hubs and I both had a great game. Hubs took a massive leap in defence which prevented the opposition from scoring a goal and our Team Captain was so impressed that he ran on to the field to give Hubs a high 10! He told me on the sideline that people will play for 10 years without ever pulling off such great defence. I was so proud. We both went on to score goals in the game as well – Hubs scored 2 and I scored 1. We won 15-4.

At the end of the game we all huddle in a circle, ensuring we are standing between 2 opposition players, and the Captain of the losing team (different to Spirit Captain) thanks their opposition for a great game and perhaps shares how they felt the game went, and gives the team 3 big cheers. Then the Captain of the winning team does the same. It’s a bit mushy but it’s actually a pleasant way to end the game.

It’s a nice way to start the week on a Monday night, though when we play the 8:30pm games, we don’t get home til almost 11! Lucky I’m working so close to home these days.

A flying visit

I gotta say I’m a little excited!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hubs and I are taking another quick trip back to Brisbane this weekend for my Grandpa’s 90th birthday. Even though we’ll be completely exhausted when we get home on Sunday, especially now that there’s a time difference, it’s totally worth it. We arrive in the Vegas Friday night at 11pm, then it’ll be all hands on deck on Saturday setting up for the lunch time party, then it’s party time! Then we’re heading out to catch up with a few friends Saturday night, then it’s Mum’s birthday on Sunday (Happy Birthday Mum!!!) which we will be celebrating over brekky, then it’s a catch up with my Mum-in-law, then off to the airport for a 2:30pm flight.

Phew. I’m exhausted. BUT EXCITED!!!! I love coming home for wee visits. It’s so nice to be around familiar faces and streets and weather. And my Nanny always gets particularly excited to see us, exclaiming “where is she” as soon as our car drives in. I always feel like a bit of a celebrity on these types of visits. Even though it’s not ALL about us, everyone wants to see us and it makes me feel super-spesh.

I’ve just done a proof-read of this post, and realise that I’ve referred to both Brisbane and Melbourne as “home”. I guess it’s nice to know that Brisbane will always be my home town, but that I feel happy and comfortable enough to call Melbourne home for the time being.

It’s going to be GREAT!!

Saving Daylight and wasting time

Just so y’all know we’ve wound our clocks forward 1 hour down here so we’re a bit out of sync now. Actually, I think it’s Queensland that’s out of sync really, (I LOVE daylight savings!!) but I’m sure they’ll catch up some time!

The sun didn’t set til 7:30pm yesterday! Though, when I got up at 7am today, it was “really” 6am which is not cool. Apparently the first couple of weeks are a bit tough, but we’ll get used to it I’m sure.

But not only did I lose an hour yesterday due to daylight savings, I also lost another hour and 40 minutes watching the WORST MOVIE EVER!!!!!!!! Hubs and I had a free night so we decided to watch “Forgetting Sarah Marshall“. Now I’m going through the process of forgetting Forgetting Sarah Marshall. It should have had a warning on it saying “This is a crap video. Half way through I wanted to make a cup of tea.” (Ref: Jimeoin) It was the biggest pile of poo I’ve ever watched. In fact, watching a pile of poo for an hour and 40 minutes would have been more bearable.

I thought it was going to be one of those gross comedies like Van Wilder or Knocked Up which I quite liked. But no. It was just hideously boring and cringe-worthy. I would have stopped watching after 15 minutes but Hubs thought we should give it a bit longer. After 45 minutes, it had gotten even worse, but now Hubs needed “closure”. Closure shmlosure. I was uncomfortable and irritated and bewildered by the whole process. Luckily, my good friend Adele rang me with 10 minutes to go so I got out of watching the final blows.

I know what you’re saying: why didn’t I just get up and do something else? Well we were watching this drivel in bed on my laptop and I was enjoying snuggling up to Hubs so at least I got SOME enjoyment out of the process.

I rate this movie negative 87 stars; worst…. movie…. ever….

Counting my blessings

The Spirit

Since Hubs and I arrived in Melbourne, God has been working hard to make sure we settle in okay down here. Actually, he seems to have been working overtime to pre-arrange things and ensure that everything works out for us, just as HE planned, not us. If I had my way, the following would have happened:

Hubs and I would have found a place to rent in the Moonee Ponds area
Which means:
We’d be paying around $300 a week in rent
We’d be paying around $70 per week in food
We’d be paying around $50 per week in transport
Plus bills
I’d have 2 part-time jobs and half a day off to chill-out
We’d find a nice Uniting Church with some young adults hopefully near our place

And here’s what REALLY happened:

Hubs and I were offered a place at Newman College
From day 3 (yes, it took 3 days) we have felt very welcomed and included and accepted in a tight-nit, open and inviting community
We pay very reasonable rates for accommodation, all meals and all bills
We live right next door to uni which means no regular transport costs for Hubs
I have accepted a full-time job at Newman College which means no regular transport costs for me
We live 1 suburb out of town – less than 2km from Central Station
We worship at the Chapel of the Holy Spirit at Newman College and we’re really enjoying the services
We’ve met some amazing people and had interesting conversations over good food and great wine
Hubs and I get to spend heaps of quality time together, as we have no travel time to factor in to our days
Life is good.

I spent so much time and energy (and tears) on worrying and stressing about homes, jobs and money, and surprise surprise, God had it all under control the whole time. And he does this to me ALL the time.

When am I going to learn?