I’m going to show you the photo first, so you can marvel at the coolest, biggest, most impressive bruise I’ve ever seen:
The funny thing is, we don’t know how Hubs got this bruise!! We assume it’s from the Parkour we’ve been doing but Hubs can’t remember actually injuring himself. Well, no more than usual! It’s been over a week and it’s still going strong! What a worry!
I like to think of myself as a fairly cool, calm and collected person. But in reality, I’m not. Well, not really. I especially think this is true in a crisis. After watching this footage, I wondered how I would have reacted if I were on the plane. Answer? Probably not great. I imagine I would have been one of those hysterical people they would have had to knock out and drag out, just to keep everything moving.
To be honest, I’ve never really been involved in a major crisis, and judging by the way I’ve reacted to small crises, that’s probably a good thing. I’m just so sensitive! I mean, I cried at a Nutri Grain commercial the other night for goodness sake!! Sheesh.
Hubs on the other hand, well, he would have been one of those people trying to keep us hysterics calm and in control. I don’t know how he does it! How he keeps a clear head and cool exterior when chaos is all around him. (Chaos, usually being Wifey).
I like to think I’ll be better at this once I “grow up”, but I’m still waiting for that to happen. I’ll keep you posted!
Hubs and I popped down to Sorrento a couple of weeks ago to visit some rellies and spent the night on Saturday. We didn’t have anything planned for Saturday arvo, so Hubs’ Dad took us for a walk along the beach. Now, I thought we might be going for a nice leisurely stroll along the beach for an hour or so, so I was just wearing my jeans and joggers and a singlet. I didn’t bother putting sun cream on as we were leaving around 3pm and wouldn’t be out long.
Or so I thought.
3.5 hours and 12km later, we were back home. When we left it was pretty overcast, but by about 4pm the sky had completely cleared and I could feel my poor nose roasting!
I also got a lovely singlet mark, complete with a white patch where my pendant was sitting! Nice!
But the best sunburn of the day goes to Hubs and his chesty bonds tan! Classic!
So the moral of the story, kids? If you’re going to go out in the sun and not wear sun cream, don’t wear things that leave embarrassing tan lines!!
I can’t BELIEVE how much stuff we have. Seriously. Hubs and I have just moved into our new place on college and it astounds me how much crap we own. Plus we had a trip down to Sorrento over the weekend to pick up our kitchen stuff that we hadn’t needed so far, and there is SO much more STUFF than I remember!! I really didn’t pack lightly for Melbourne at all. And unfortunately, while I was packing things in Brisbane, Hubs kept asking me “are you SURE we need all of this?” and I kept replying “yes dear, of COURSE I need these 8 tea towels and 24 pieces of Tupperware.”
And even MORE unfortunate, was that after I saw how much stuff I had brought down, and how I realised I should have left half of it in Brisbane, I had to utter those 3 little words to Hubs that made him the happiest man alive.
“You were right.”
He even did the Lleyton Hewitt “c’mon” and a few fist punches in the air. Very annoying. Oh well. As my good friend would say: I digress.
I managed to cut it down and bring back only half of the stuff to Melbourne which I thought was a pretty good achievement, so I’m looking forward to unpacking our kitchen tonight! All the other rooms are pretty much done, so I’ll have some photos up in no time.
Aaaaah. Home sweeeeeeet home.
I KNOW it’s been 3 whole weeks since my last post, but I have been busy with the following:
Vising a bajillion relatives and friends in Brisvegas
Eating WAY too many Christmas treats
Drinking copious amounts of wine/champagne/beer/more champagne
Neglecting my emails
Listening to Jazz at the Story Bridge hotel (and drinking more wine)
Playing guitar hero
Dancing with my girlfriends (NO BOYS ALLOWED!!)
Combining and coordinating mine and hubs families together on Christmas Day (with fabulous results!!)
Opening Christmas presents
Watching the cricket
Climbing the biggest mountain I’ve ever climbed (photos to come!)
Wishing everyone a happy new year!
Drinking more beer
Receiving my first 2 birthday presents (12 more sleeps!!)
Attending a wedding (dancing, champagne, yummy food – it’s all good!)
Flying back to Melbs and moving into our new place!!
Starting back at work.
So forgive me for not sending any love your way, but hopefully once Hubs and I get set up in our new place (still on college) I’ll be a bit more regular… ahem… with my posting that is.
Cheerio!
We were playing Ultimate Disc last night when we saw this Smiley face in the sky. It was so cute! And we’ll have to wait another 5 years before we see it again!
Just a quick post to mention that I played hockey for the college this “season” and had a blast! I was the oldest player on the team (by about 6 years) and probably the most unfit too. But the girls were heaps of fun and very encouraging to an old gal like me!
College sports are generally played in September and October, and you only play about 6 games if you play all the way through to the grand final. Which we did! Both the Newman Boys and Newman Girls played in the grand finals this year which was terribly exciting. Unfortunately, after VERY close games, we both lost. (Boys 1-0, Girls 2-1). It was a little disappointing, but the girls will be back next year to try and end Ormond’s 11 year winning streak!
Here’s a team photo after the game:
A Whine
I’ve always been a bit of a hypochondriac. And I’ve always been a little bit paranoid when it comes to my health. I mean, what if I just ignored a particular ailment, only to discover that it’s really serious! Too late!? So I’ll often listen to my body, and visit the doctor when I don’t feel right.
On Friday morning, I woke up and didn’t feel quite right. My joints were really achy and I had a rash on both of my legs. It wasn’t a terribly alarming rash, it just looked like a heat rash to be honest. But getting out of our futon bed was really difficult and quite painful. My first thought was that I had been bitten by a spider or something, but I couldn’t find a bite mark. So I sucked it in and got on with the day. I was due to go out dancing with my friend on Friday night and since it has taken us 3 months to find a night we were both free, I really didn’t want to cancel.
So out I went and danced up a storm at the Turf Bar to some of the cheesiest music from the 80s and 90s. It was fabulous! Trying to walk from the tramstop home, however, was not so fabulous. EVERYTHING was hurting. In the mean time, I wasn’t getting much sympathy from Hubs, as I wasn’t actually FEELING that sick. I just felt funny and achy. He had commented a few times during the week that I was acting strangely, but I just thought I was being a woman. So on Saturday morning I trotted (rather awkwardly) off to the doctor’s surgery.
I was called in by a Russian-sounding female doctor (which made me think of Nanny) who, after looking at the rash, feeling my glands, taking my temp and hearing about my aches and pains, gave her medical opinion: Rubella. German Measles. What the?…. I’d been vaccinated! Apparently, you can still get it, but it won’t be so severe. I just had to try and keep my distance from people for the following 5 days. No easy task when I live and work with 250 people.
So when I got home and told Hubs, I FINALLY got the sympathy I deserved. He put me to bed (after we dyed my hair – another story) and brought me cups of tea. I did about the same on Sunday and by last night the aches and pains had started to ease.
All I can say is I KNEW I wasn’t quite right. And it might explain the big bowl of crazy I dished up to Hubs over the few days before. (That’s what I’ll blame it on anyway!)
I’ve been thinking a lot about music lately. And not just about my favourite songs (mostly from the 80s and 90s) but about the songs that I feel have had a huge impact on my life; songs that I will NEVER tire of; songs that bring back some amazing memories; and songs that I have learnt some lessons from.
So here they are:
Billie Jean – Michael Jackson (and an amazing cover by Miles from Nowhere). My late teens and early 20s clubbing revolved around this song. Even when I go out now and it comes on, I go nuts. It brings back amazing memories of nights out at the Jazz ‘n Blues bar with the girls, dancing to MFN. It was a must-play at our wedding.
Stuff and nonsense – the cover by Missy Higgins (original by Split Enz). This song made me realise that no matter how much you want someone to give you their all, you might not be the one they can give it to. Heartbreaking, but a very important lesson to learn.
I like giants – Kimya Dawson. Loved this song the first time I heard it. It’s a very honest and practical look at body image. Now whenever I hear it, I really listen to the words and it reassures me that “I am just a speck of dust inside a giant’s eye.”
Stuck in the middle with you – Stealers Wheel. Brings back all my memories of living in Scotland. Erin and I ring each other whenever either of us hears this song! And it’s a favourite for cover bands which totally suits me.
The Nosebleed Section – Hilltop Hoods. I never used to like hip-hop, and although I’m not entirely converted (Hubs is still trying), I do love this song. Hubs told me I should listen to the words instead of dismissing it for a style of music I’d never enjoyed, and I realised their lyrics were quite clever. Plus this song samples Melanie whose music I grew up with, courtesy of my Mum! I love watching Hubs get all hip-hop when he sings along to this tune. *sigh*
Somewhere over the rainbow/what a wonderful world – Israel Kamakawiwo Ole’. Hubs and I danced to this at our wedding and every time I hear it now I’m reminded of the most amazing day of my life. Tear jerker for sure.
Call me Al – Paul Simon. One of my favourite songs. EVER. So much fun to dance to and a fab bass solo. No matter how blue I am, this song will always cheer me up.
Time After Time and True Colours – Cyndi Lauper. Two of the songs I grew up with thanks to my Mum’s mixed tape. Cyndi sang them both at her concert Mum and I went to this year – such a great night. I didn’t really understand the lyrics as a kid, (and perhaps sang a few wrong words) but I really appreciate her music. Plus I LOVE the 80s…
More than words – Extreme. Reminds me of my late teens and a good friend of mine in Sydney. Whenever this plays on the radio I am suddenly on stage, singing this song to a crowd of screaming fans. Hey! A girl can dream!
Hubs and I have been talking about starting a Blog for a while now, so here it is! Exciting, I know! We have just moved from sunny Queensland down to windy… rainy… sunny… windy… (etc) Melbourne so Hubsband can begin his course in Medicine.
We managed to cram everything we need to live off in the family Kombi which was unbelievable and exciting! I took a look at what we had to fit in and said to Hubsband “honey, there’s no way it’s all going to fit!” To which he replied “dearest Wifey, trust me!” So I did and boy was I impressed! We had an excellent 5 day road trip down and thanks to everyone who let us crash in their spare bedrooms. We are now looking for somewhere to nest in Melbourne so we can unload the car and get on with our new lives down here.
Of course I am going to try and write a couple of times a week so feel free to give me a few tips if you’re an experienced blogger! (or if you’re just a smarty-pants know-it-all!)
Let the blogging begin!