tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78566806403040393132024-02-19T18:06:49.664-08:00Life Less OrdinaryOur tales and travels of life Down Under and everything in between....Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-14226827650262923062008-05-28T02:54:00.000-07:002008-06-13T03:29:34.742-07:00InspirationIt's somewhere we've been meaning to go for weeks. A new restaurant opened in Mooloolaba called Soul Food Kitchen. Now, when Jon hears the word ribs he starts salivating like Pavlov's dog. Throw some cornbread, crab cakes and jambalaya into the mix and it's a grand old evening.<br /><br /><a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2514545170094664065yuuQdz"><img alt="Jon's All You Can Eat Challenge" src="http://inlinethumb16.webshots.com/19855/2514545170094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" /></a><br /><em>Jon at another rib related dinner</em><br /><br />It was so good because it was a perk to have food from home, not a necessity. After almost two years here, I have started to miss the things from home less and less. I've learned to go without, developed new favourites (Christ, I just automatically spelled that with a u) or found adequate substitutions. It's funny how that happens. It took me two years to have my Mom stop sending me bras and figure out the sizes here, to be able to make coffee without a coffee maker (which I didn't even know was possible), and I have accepted the fact that my Christmas cookies with always involve a trip to the sex shop bearing the stigma of purchasing gay lubricant to make my cookies the proper way with Crisco.<br /><br />I digress; our meals were amazing and completely authentic. After our meals, I asked our Kiwi waiter which of the take-home sauces he would recommend for the pulled pork that I've started making for Jon since he missed it from back home. He looked at me like I had ten heads and asked me "Why would you want to pull pork?" and shuffled off to the kitchen to get the chef.<br /><br />From the kitchen emerges Victor Kimble. I am willing to say after the hour or so I spent talking to him, he is one of the most inspirational human beings I have met.<br /><br />From what we learned in the short time we spent with him, he grew up in Birmingham, Alabama "before integration" as he put it. A scholarship for playing the trumpet made it possible for him to go to college and he not only went to college, but succeeded in becoming a maxillofacial doctor. That's crazy amounts of school - undergrad, plus med school, plus dentistry school. As a maxfac surgeon, he toured the world with the Navy (I believe) doing intense trauma work. Through a series of twist ans turns, he landed on the Sunshine Coast, cooking for a living because it was the way his mother was - always cooking for the community and being friendly to everyone.<br /><br />C'mon I know you want to reach out and hug him right now.<br /><br /> July 4th BBQ at Soul Food Kitchen is going to be sooooo good! Be there!Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-40196067381166172282008-05-22T02:41:00.000-07:002008-06-13T05:01:24.121-07:00Fraser FiascoJon and I were supposed to go on a three day bush walking trip to Fraser Island just north of our house to knock off some miles on the Great Walk. The Great Walks are an initiative of Queensland Parks establishing six multi-day hikes in various places of "beauty" in the state. Fraser Island is a World Heritage Areas as it is the largest sand island in the world.<br /><br /><em>Now, I had never heard of World Heritage sites or UNESCO before I moved to Oz, so find out what </em><a href="http://whc.unesco.org/en/list"><em>World Heritage sites</em></a><em> you have visited.</em><br /><br />Anyway, back to turn of fate that made the weekend very interesting. Our plans were sidetracked when Jon was asked to handle a remote call over the weekend meaning he could venture outside a half an hour radius of the hospital.<br /><br />So, I made the bold decision to go it alone. How bad could it be, I thought? The other times I was up on the Island there were heaps of people around and the Great Walks seem to be fairly popular, so I surely wouldn't be camping in the middle of no where by myself.<br /><br />I couldn't have been more wrong. It was all downhill from there.<br /><br />On Saturday morning, the weather looked a bit dodgy, but Jon and I rented a car for me to drive the 3 hours up to the barge landing, so I felt obligated to go. After checking the weather forecast and seeing that it called for 10% showers all weekend, I decided to drive up to Hervey Bay to the barge and see if the weather cleared. Blue skies greeted me at the barge landing, so I purchased my walk-on ticket and weaved my way through the numerous 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">WDs</span> to find a seat on the upper deck. I should have realised I was a fool when I was the only person walking onto the barge.<br /><br />The trip over on the barge was beautiful. Dolphins were chasing the barge and playing in the wake, the sun was shining and the weather seemed to have turned for the better. As I walked off the barge with my big purple pack, all of the cars honked and gave me the big thumbs up and I flashed them a hang loose. Miraculously, as I was walking away from the barge my cell phone rang (I never expected service out here) and I was able to have a quick conversation with Jon wishing me luck on my walk.<br /><br />As I followed the access road to the trail, my pack seemed to lighten and I covered the first 10km fairly quickly. Perhaps, I got a bit over ambitious and decided after a quick lunch at Central Station that I would push on the trail to the freshwater lakes walker's camp about another 10km further down the trail.<br /><br />I started to get a little nervous as the trail descended further and further away from the road and deeper into the rain forest. The brush on the trail hadn't been disturbed in a good long while; I was climbing over fairly large fallen branches and the leaf bed hadn't been disturbed in weeks. About two hours into my hike off the beaten path, I faced a decision: I was far enough away from more populated Central Station to make turning around mean I would be hiking after dark and I still had high hopes that there would be other walkers in the camp and that made me feel safe. My biggest fear was I would be alone and in danger of something bad happening where no one would know.<br /><br />Of course, my fears were exacerbated as I hiked onward. It started to rain. Not just rain, but pour. Sand and heaps of rain make walking tedious; it was like walking through wet cement - with 30lbs on your back. However, this wasn't a stroll on the beach in the rain, it was lovely rolling hills - rolling hills of wet freaking cement knowing that I might be walking further and further away from everyone on the island.<br /><br />As I reached the banks of Lake <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Benarron</span> walker's camp, wet and exhausted, I was lucky enough to have a break in the weather just long enough to set up my tent. There was absolutely no one else in the walker's camp, so I had prime pick of campsites and heaps of time for my fears to run wild. That they did - not shortly after my arrival, the excitement started when I had some four legged friends come out to enjoy the late afternoon sunshine with me. That's right, as I was just about to make dinner 6 wet, cranky dingoes emerged out of the woods. Now, they are only known to assault children, but they appearance of the pack made me *consider* thinking of sleeping within the safe wooden walls of the composting toilet that smelt like Jon's socks x 1 million.<br /><br />I made the decision to sleep in the tent. So, here I am, alone, wet, tired and in the woods 10<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">kms</span> from the nearest person with 6 dingoes prowling for food. Since I really did not feel like sharing my noodles with a pack of wild dogs and for lack of a better idea, I took out the small <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Nalgene</span> shampoo bottle I had filled with tequila, took the two shots that were in there along with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Benadryl</span> capsules I packed for emergency allergic reactions and snuggled into my sleeping bag to read. It was the only way there would be any sleep tonight.<br /><br />I had packed two books with me:<a href="http://www.elizabethgilbert.com/eatpraylove.htm"> Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert </a>and <a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/features/billbryson/bb_title/display.pperl?isbn=9780767902526">Bill <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Bryson's</span> Walk in the Woods</a>. I was reading the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Bryson</span> book and just as I hear the bristle of fur brush against my sheath of green nylon, I was reading about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Bryson's</span> first encounter with a bear on the AT.<br /><br />Eventually, the anti-histamines and tequila took over. A little bit of sleep came, until I shot awoke turning on the head lamp to try and scare them off. Over and over, what a long night. I would drift in and out of sleeping waking to -<br /><br /><br /><br />Sniff, Sniff. Shuffle, Shuffle,<br /><br /><br />Shriek (some small animal.)<br /><br /><br />Snap. (Bones of said small animal)<br /><br /><br />Chomp. Chomp. Chomp.<br /><br /><br />Repeat.<br /><p>I would fall in and out of sleep to these sound wondering if whatever was outside would try to make it into my tent. Even though dingoes aren't that big, it was incredibly unnerving and incredibly scary. I have had bears come into camp and been less frightened because I had someone with me. Here I was knowing that no one could hear me if I screamed and no one was expecting me back for two days. My heart actually burned with fear. </p><p>The coming of morning was never so welcome. Silence reigned over the woods, still I was afraid to leave the safety of my tent. After an hour of tossing and turning and reading, I mustered up the courage to venture outside. Other than paw prints in the sand, there was no evidence of anyone else being there that night. </p><p>I quickly packed up the tent and after having a short battle with the Huntsman that was living with my food in the dingo proof container, I decided to cut my trip short and head back the way I came in hopes of catching the 4pm ferry. </p><p>I was thankful that the hike was uneventful back to Central Station. Upon arrival, I had a good laugh at the backpackers that crawled into the dingo-proof food locker and were locked in by there travelling companions. They came back 20 minutes later after the boys had tried every way out of the enclosure, only to prove their comedic intelligence by pretending to poop pine cones. </p><p>Knowing rain was in the forest, I set back out on the boring part of the hike - the access road. I hiked along the road that was well worn path. It was boring a tedious hiking. By the time I reached the last 2 km point, I had a feeling there was no way I would make the 2pm barge because the backpacker vehicles were whipping past me. I trudged on. </p><p>As I passed the 1 km mile marker, I began to curse everyone and everything in existence. Out of no where a pink 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">WD</span> vehicle from Fraser Roving (the same hostel I drove out of a year before) stopped and gave me the high sign to pop in the back. </p><p>I was so incredibly thankful to hop in the back that I felt ashamed when they were so excited that I had cigarettes and lollies. </p><p>They smoked my last few cigarettes, gorged themselves on my leftover food and I donated my leftover noodles to their trips onward to Sydney and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Airlie</span> Beach. I gained insight into traffic laws in Sweden, Korea, Germany, France, and the Netherlands. </p><p>I had never been so thankful to see a rented car and get behind the wheel. I was only gone 24 hours, but it felt so good to call Jon again. That night taught me that I can be strong and survive on my own, but the whole experience is more pleasurable if there is someone by my side. </p><p></p><p><em>There are no pictures from this trip because of the pouring rain that nearly destroyed the camera =) </em><br /><br /></p>Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-31886511231375713792008-05-18T19:16:00.000-07:002008-05-18T23:21:42.649-07:00Fine Australian CinemaWe just read in the Courier Mail today that "Kenny" is going to be released in the US this summer!<br /><br /><object style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 335px" height="335" width="343"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xfPpTeR_760&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xfPpTeR_760&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-18208376123776017782008-05-17T18:43:00.000-07:002008-05-18T18:53:35.875-07:00Patch Adams, MDOur big weekend hiking trip was cancelled this weekend and instead we decided to take a trip to the Emergency Room. Just for fun.<br /><br />Jon was in the process of being fitted for new contacts; as most of you know he requires special hard lenses that give him heaps of trouble. He was trying a loaner pair - yes, loaner pair - how gross is that? Just the idea of a loaned contact lens completely grosses me out, but that's how they do it!<br /><br />Saturday morning he returns from a boys night out and his eye is all puffy and red, so he fiddles with the lens as per usual. Next thing I know, he is such pain he is lying on the bathroom floor sick to his stomach refusing to go the the Emergency Room.<br /><br />Three hours later, we are in the queue at the hospital to have his eye looked at. We can't be sure what happened but he ended up with a big gash on his cornea and is sent home with an eye patch and ointment that I have to put in his eye.<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2548339150094664065OEHQUF"><img height="290" alt="may08 012" src="http://inlinethumb57.webshots.com/38456/2548339150094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" width="360" /></a><br /><br />I am pretty sure he is feeling better because he has been playing World of Warcraft for 5 hours straight with his one good eye.Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-65214570527352349032008-05-08T18:26:00.000-07:002008-05-18T18:41:11.837-07:00Three Weeks in New YorkI wish the title was for real, but alas, it's the new gimmick for an in-store promotion at <a href="http://www.myer.com.au/">Myer</a>. Carson <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kressley</span> did a fashion show, The Naked Cowboy is wandering about (I wonder if it's actually him) and the store is decked out in bad prom decorations that are inaccurate (the 7 doesn't go to Brooklyn)<br /><br />But that is all balanced out by the fact that there is absolute bliss in 3rd floor <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">homewares</span>. A display of American food!<br /><br />Now, I didn't realize how much I missed Wheat Thins, Diet Root Beer, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Nilla</span> Wafers and Graham Crackers until I had them this weekend. 3 weeks of a steady supply of yellow mustard, *real* Cheerios, Crystal Lite, the list goes on......<br /><br />I am absolutely over the moon!Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-34136406758330859052008-05-04T22:39:00.000-07:002008-05-04T22:50:24.731-07:00Laptop WoesToday is Labor Day in Queensland and I am not exactly sure what we are celebrating, but I was pretty psyched to have a day off from work considering I have two major midterm papers due on Friday. Now unlike the Me of Old, one week prior to the due date, I have actually done all of my research and written 75% of the papers and now was in the tweeking stages.<br /><br />Then, it happens.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2259051510094664065AqeORj"><img height="294" alt="laptop3" src="http://inlinethumb29.webshots.com/10716/2259051510094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" width="359" /></a><br /><br /><br />I go to boot up the laptop today and nothing happens. The battery light blinks and bit and not much else. Try another plug, take out & replace battery, nothing. Beads of sweat and nervous tears begin to form. Carefully inspect all connections. Notice that the converter is beeping. This cannot be good. Call Jon in tears.<br /><br />The good news is the according to Jon the problem is isolated to the power supply being faulty and it's under warranty so it's no dramas to go to OfficeMax and get another one. However, today is a public holiday and the stores are all closed. Bugger.<br /><br />So, the laptop is holding two papers hostage while time quickly ticks away to my due date. Fingers crossed, this will all end well and the moral of the story: anything important gets backed up on a memory stick!Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-26255149527354184932008-05-04T03:37:00.000-07:002008-05-04T15:58:44.816-07:00Enter the Twilight ZoneJon has been talking for weeks about trying a new restaurant on the Coast, Soul Food Kitchen. It’s a Deep South Creole restaurant with a chef who is a real live Bayou boy that has gotten phenomenal reviews. All day, he’s been talking about how he is going to have ribs and cornbread tonight.<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2110413440094664065YzLDFn"><img alt="dinner" src="http://inlinethumb42.webshots.com/23785/2110413440094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Now, as we pull into the car park it is not looking promising. The restaurant is dark. I see the outside tables stacked inside before Jon does and when he does his face drops. His fate is sealed; no down home cooking for this boy tonight.<br /><br />He was so shattered that he sat down on the sidewalk to contemplate how the Soul Food gods could have let this happen. It was heartbreaking.<br /><br />I rallied him by suggesting that we go and see if the Moroccan place down the road had an available table. He’s been keen to try this place since we moved here, but weekend bookings are nearly impossible to get; since it was a Sunday night, I thought we might get lucky.<br /><br />Lucky would have been an understatement. There was only one other table in the restaurant when we arrived. I quickly ascertained that “they talk like me.” This is my choice phrase to alert Jon that someone in the vicinity is speaking in a North American accent. My shining moment was when I came home and told Jon the PA system on the train to Brisbane talks like me.<br /><br />After Jon confirms the accent, we then have a bit of fun trying to deduce whether they are Canadian or American. The tip off tonight was that a guy at the other table said, “If you are in any large city and find yourself on Martin Luther King, Jr. Blvd., you are not far off from getting shot.” Definitely American. Our assumptions were confirmed when they referred to the lettuce as iceberg and not cos.<br /><br />As our food arrives and another couple enters decked out to the nines in University of Illinois gear. Jon and I smile at each other thinking this could be a really weird turn of events; in the year and a half we have lived here on the Coast, we have not met another American outside of Brissy. Is it possible that there is some weird stroke of fate that had assembled 12 of us into a random Moroccan restaurant in Cotton Tree?<br /><br />Apparently, yes. As soon as the Hoosier opened his mouth, it was confirmed he was one of us and more than likely from a “red state.”<br /><br />I never realized there was a correlation between Yanks and Moroccan food or that were actually 12 of us residing on the Sunshine Coast. Randomness.<br /><br />PS ~ minted yoghurt and lamb are not my cup of tea, but I did try!Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-10784347066992213132008-05-03T04:13:00.001-07:002008-05-03T04:15:51.734-07:00Shark Attack!To fuel my obsession with all things that will kill me in Australia:<br /><br /><script src="http://widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js?appId=b6bd173b-885c-4358-a403-80854235f0ff" type="text/javascript"></script><noscript></noscript>Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-68373978033714887122008-05-03T00:10:00.000-07:002008-05-18T23:15:30.576-07:00Sydney Through Jon's EyesFor Australia Day Weekend, Siobhan and I headed down to Sydney as one of my best friends, Jordan and his girlfriend were coming over from Chicago to visit family. As we haven't seen them in over a year and have yet to visit that part of the country, we took this opportunity to take a bit of a trip.<br /><br /><br /><br />We get to Sydney, and have a wonderful dinner....<br /><br /><em>To be continued when I can get Jon to sit down at the keyboard again & photos to come as soon as the laptop returns from repairs. </em>Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-20190370480614438982008-04-27T23:42:00.000-07:002008-05-02T23:54:25.900-07:00Tasty TapenadeDriving back from Main Range on Easter weekend, Jon and I stopped at a farmer's market in some small town in the back of beyond. After strolling around a bit, we found a olive vendor that made everything under the sun from olives. Jon loves his olives and now our cupboards are stocked full of olive pastes, tapenade, stuffed olives and olive oil.<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2657001470103442061JowFuJ"><img height="255" alt="siobhan 018" src="http://inlinethumb15.webshots.com/42062/2657001470103442061S425x425Q85.jpg" width="366" /></a><br /><br />So, what's a girl to do with gallons of tapenade? I was flicking through an old copy of the The Notebook (very similar to Real Simple in the US) and found a great recipe for a tomato and tapenade galette. It's a take on a French dish with a puffed pastry base topped with layers of tapenade, feta cheese, tomatoes and oregano.<br /><br />It was a hit with Jon; it was one of the few things that he gushed over and inhaled. I'm still not sold on olives, but I think with the stockhold we have in the house I am going to have to learn to love them.Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-43556373378590238972008-04-20T23:26:00.000-07:002008-05-03T02:32:47.754-07:00Pulp FictionJon has been on my back to start trying new foods. I am terrible at trying new foods and have a really limited pallette, so I really can't argue with him. So today while I was at the local fruit and veggie market I decided to find the most exotic fruit and give it a go.<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2734928290103442061uQhLUj"><img height="225" alt="siobhan 023" src="http://inlinethumb46.webshots.com/42413/2734928290103442061S425x425Q85.jpg" width="359" /></a><br /><br />The colors at the market are amazing and there is such an amazing selection of yummy, healthy produce. One fruit jumped off the shelves at me - the dragonfruit. It is grown in Southeast Asia and Central / South America harvested from a cactus plant. The outside is prickly and bright pink with a pulpy seed filled center. Supposedly very yummy with ice cream.<br /><br />The verdict: It doesn't taste like much and kind of feels like eating paste.<br /><br />As I told Jon, Rome wasn't built in a day. There is hope for me yet.Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-42604581877704316002008-04-18T18:14:00.000-07:002008-05-18T18:21:00.218-07:00Beautiful SunsetWe had the most amazing sunset last night. The white exterior of our building was glowing pink - absolutely stunning.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2120280150094664065VGkJmJ"><img height="269" alt="main range & mothers day 041" src="http://inlinethumb57.webshots.com/34680/2120280150094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" width="357" /></a>Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-59714177724418072572008-04-01T23:55:00.000-07:002008-05-03T00:08:50.495-07:00Bread & ButterIn college, someone once joked that I could be "Betty Crocker by day, Betty Ford by night." Now, although that's not entirely accurate, I do every now and again get struck by the urge to bake something completely random from scratch.<br /><br />I was hit by one of the moments of domestic goddess inspiration today that you get every so often. As I was making dinner, I decided that we needed (not wanted, really and truly needed) homemade focaccia bread to go along with dinner. Walking 200 meters to the bakery across the street to get bread made by someone else's hands simply wouldn't do.<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2835796270103442061mftRhv"><img style="WIDTH: 384px; HEIGHT: 228px" height="151" alt="siobhan 011" src="http://inlinethumb05.webshots.com/43332/2835796270103442061S425x425Q85.jpg" width="376" /></a><br /><br />Now, this is all quite funny because I have never baked bread in my life and I had no idea what I was doing. I dusted off the old Betty Crocker cookbook and gave it a go!<br /><br />End result, it turned out pretty good for a first effort. Now to clean up the bloody mess in the kitchen.Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-84729488330156505712008-03-15T16:40:00.000-07:002008-05-04T22:37:11.573-07:00High Distinction!Yay! Grades were posted today from the last semester and I got a high distinction (the equivalent to a A+) in my first Aussie Uni class at Griffith.<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2060608000094664065UgTQDe"><img height="263" alt="BJ51202" src="http://inlinethumb12.webshots.com/14539/2060608000094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" width="311" /></a>Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-20395784270335175772008-02-15T21:15:00.000-08:002008-06-04T21:46:02.697-07:00Forest FlyingOur flight out of Prosperpine was in the late afternoon, so we decided to get a new perspective on the rainforest that we had been admiring from the ground. The B&B operator had told us that there was a British couple that strung up an enormous zip line on their property through the rainforest canopy.<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2287367650094664065iaJjca"><img height="200" alt="forest flying 020" src="http://inlinethumb62.webshots.com/42173/2287367650094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" width="356" /></a><br /><br />"An added bonus," he continued on, "is that their property is home to some of the largest and most diverse bat populations around."<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2062792380094664065ffDZEE"><img alt="forest flying 027" src="http://inlinethumb39.webshots.com/6118/2062792380094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" /></a><br /><br />"You could have left off that last bit," I said with a smile.<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2651961880094664065qHAcmI"><img height="169" alt="forest flying 004" src="http://inlinethumb10.webshots.com/40201/2651961880094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" width="359" /></a><br /><br />We set off down the dirt roads and through the creek crossings and drove off into the forest into a place that no rental hatchback should go (thank goodness for zero liability insurance). At one point, it didn't look like there could possibly be people living out here, but we continued to follow this grown-over road and finally came to a farm gate. I knew we were in the right place when I got out of the car and stepped ankle deep in guano. We had arrived.<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2056755850094664065HxxKSr"><img height="171" alt="forest flying 024" src="http://inlinethumb38.webshots.com/41253/2056755850094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" width="357" /></a><br /><br />It was quite fascinating that people lived out here. The couple explained to us that they were completely self-sufficent off the grid due to their location. Quite often, the road gets washed out with big rain and they are "gorge-bound" for days at a time. All of their electricity runs off of a home made water wheel that is powered by the stream on their property and they operate their communications via satellite. Coming from suburbia, it blew my mind that people choose to live this way.<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2118670420094664065ynheWZ"><img alt="eungella 081" src="http://inlinethumb14.webshots.com/37005/2118670420094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" /></a><br /><br />After harnessing up and hiking up the hill, we set off on the first zip line. It was amazing and the bats were surprisingly beautiful. We landed on a platform strung up in the trees to have a better look at the different types of bats and our guide gave us a little bat-ucation. I know more about fruit bats now than I care to!<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2451264380094664065ceZGfa"><img height="176" alt="eungella 085" src="http://inlinethumb25.webshots.com/43416/2451264380094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" width="352" /></a><br /><br />The second zip line was a bit more precarious where you flew through the palm fronds. Then, it was over all too quickly. Like little kids, we wanted to go again and again, but it was time to go catch a flight back to reality.<br /><br />It was a great end to our trip.Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-54078651716741266462008-02-14T19:31:00.000-08:002008-05-24T14:38:08.554-07:00Into The Snake PitI have a non-rational fear of snakes that is only compounded by the fact that I am living on the continent with the most deadly, highly concentrated snake populations in the world. After the incident of the hissing snake in the rock pools at Carnarvorn Gorge, my feelings on swimming holes have changed drastically.<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2760749340094664065FjXYzf"><img alt="eungella 003" src="http://inlinethumb05.webshots.com/41348/2760749340094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" /></a><br /><br />However, Jon just thinks I am insane and therefore feels it is his job to break me of said ludicrous fear.<br /><br />We decided to hike out to the Aratulla Falls in Eugnella National Park, since according to our B&B host, it was one of the few trails still accessible that had not been washed out in recent flooding.<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2411632370094664065dDLqrT"><img alt="eungella 026" src="http://inlinethumb24.webshots.com/42903/2411632370094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" /></a><br /><br />So, we set off in our rental car that had no business being off a paved road to cross flooded creeks on a dirt road, so I could face my fear. As we race along, Jon is beginning to believe that Dakar is in his future and I am envisioning an emergency room in mine.<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2536945350094664065KwyjDS"><img height="209" alt="eungella 051" src="http://inlinethumb44.webshots.com/41899/2536945350094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" width="359" /></a><br /><br />Slim pickings or not, it was a beautiful hike through semi-tropical rainforest and it was a bonus that the trail was a fairly easy grade with a few spicy spots. Whenever we walk, Jon takes the lead with the promise that he will be our diligent snake spotter; he failed to do his job this time, tripping over the tail of a huge goana, scaring the crap out of the lizard, me and with the screech I let out, two hikers behind us.<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2625881260094664065wZPikI"><img height="202" alt="eungella 023" src="http://inlinethumb03.webshots.com/42946/2625881260094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" width="360" /></a><br /><br />After all the excitement, we arrived at the beautiful Aratulla Falls. Theoretically, it is a really nice place for a quick dip if you can over look its snake potential. Jon jumped right in and played for hours sliding between rocks as if they were waterslides. I finally eased my way in and had a quick paddle around until I heard the word leech, which sent me running for my sunny rock.<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2540422260094664065GrHicJ"><img height="182" alt="eungella 020" src="http://inlinethumb28.webshots.com/36059/2540422260094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" width="356" /></a><br /><br />Baby steps, baby steps.Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-59240147373906848452008-02-13T19:07:00.000-08:002008-05-21T19:30:17.872-07:00Platypus PerfectionWhen the boat returned to its slip, we still had 3 days before our flight back to the Sunshine Coast and we knew that we would be bored in Airlie. So, we quickly consulted our <em>Lonely Planet</em> and decided to rent a car to head inland to Eugnella National Park. Reason being, the park is heralded for almost guaranteed platypus sightings.<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2470353650094664065KTLiwZ"><img src="http://inlinethumb30.webshots.com/15389/2470353650094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="whitsunday day two and three 099"></a><br /><br />So, we drove an hour inland to see if we could spy ourselves some venomous, duck-billed, beaver-tailed, otter-footed, semi-aquatic mammals.<br /><br />We found a rustic little B&B, dropped our stuff and set off to see if we could catch a glimpse of those shy little buggers before dinner. They didn't turn out to be as elusive as we expected. When we got down to the viewing platform, there were 2 or 3 of the little guys swimming about having a feed. What a sight! God is a comedian.<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2553090490094664065xBSCXW"><img alt="platypus" src="http://inlinethumb09.webshots.com/42568/2553090490094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" /></a><br /><br />As we settled in for dinner, a storm blew in that had us thinking we might be stranded out here for a few days. Floods had just cleared from the Gorge from the last bad rainstorm and this was shaping up to cut us off from the main roads. Luckily, after a romantic dinner by blackout imposed candlelight with an ominous thunder clap soundtrack, the storm passed with no major damage.Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-3744407752387378472008-02-10T18:42:00.000-08:002008-05-21T19:05:57.700-07:00Whitsunday MagicAll three days on the boat began to run together into lazy hours of snorkelling, diving, eating and sunbathing. Wake up, eat, wrestle into the stinger suit, snorkel, shimmy out of the stinger suit, sunbath, lunch, repeat. It was glorious.<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2536607830094664065nJAtQD"><img height="211" alt="whitsunday day two and three 049" src="http://inlinethumb46.webshots.com/25901/2536607830094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" width="358" /></a><br /><br />Jon went diving with a our fabulous Frog dive instructor while I opted for slothful snorkelling - floating along with a noodle doing absolutely nothing. The underwater scenery was something out of a picture book; it was hard to believe you were actually there. The piece de resistance was when we came across clown fish - NEMO!<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2437342320094664065SRcDOU"><img height="218" alt="whitsunday day two and three 058" src="http://inlinethumb40.webshots.com/31015/2437342320094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" width="359" /></a><br /><br />One morning, we took the Zodiac to Whitehaven Beach, which is known for its pristine aquamarine waters and white silica sand. The sand is so unbelievably soft and fine that it was like walking on sugar. It's no wonder it is considered one of Australia's most beautiful beaches.<br /><br />The entire experience was so relaxing that we never wanted it to end!Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-84307754157066549622008-02-09T22:46:00.000-08:002008-05-18T18:11:48.342-07:00Arrival in Airlie BeachYou have got to love Jetstar. Back in September, in celebration of their millionth seat sale, they ran a sale with incredibly cheap fares. We bought tickets to Airlie Beach for $50 each for a February flight to sail the Whitsunday Islands from the airport across the road from our unit. How bloody awesome is that?<br /><br />Of course, Jon had to torment me by trying to convince me the wheels were going to fall of the plane since the seat were so cheap.<br /><br />Anyway.....<br /><br />The Whitsundays are one of the "must-do" places in any trip in Australia. 74 islands bordering the Great Barrier Reef, crystal blue waters, absolute paradise. It was one of the filming locations in Fool's Gold (the Kate Hudson/Matthew McConaughey movie).<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2426707050094664065lBttIB"><img height="204" alt="whitsundays day one 030" src="http://inlinethumb47.webshots.com/1262/2426707050094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" width="347" /></a><br /><br />This has one of the trips that we were really excited about. We booked on the Whitsunday Magic for a 4 day, 3 night sailing trip through the islands and planned to stay in Airlie before & after the trip to depart the day after the Superbowl. The plan was to be in Airlie for the game, leave that arvo for on the sailing trip and return to spend another few days in town.<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2751280070094664065EVLSwq"><img height="202" alt="whitsunday day two and three 084" src="http://inlinethumb06.webshots.com/41605/2751280070094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" width="357" /></a><br /><br />The first night, we stayed at the Airlie Waterfront Bed & Breakfast. In five years when the Abel Point Marina reconstruction is complete, this will be an absolutely beautiful accommodation. However, right now, the waterfront view is a muddy construction site with the bay in the distance. However, the facilities were nice enough with really great decor and a spa on the balcony. Overall, it was meh.<br /><br />It quickly became apparent that 4 days in Airlie Beach was far too long. In the first night, after having dinner and doing some shopping for the ship, we had seen pretty much all there was to see in this town. We had a lovely dinner and got to bed early as we had to be up early to get into town so that Jon could watch his beloved Patriots in the Superbowl.<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2570340480094664065cBMbrh"><img height="199" alt="whitsundays day one 053" src="http://inlinethumb25.webshots.com/12120/2570340480094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" width="359" /></a><br /><br />Now, we all know what happened and yes, there were tears involved on Jon's part. He grew up in the Boston area and I am a Jersey girl, so I had heaps of material, but any time you brought it up, he'd well up with tears, so it took the fun out of it.<br /><br />As soon as the game ended, Jon pulled himself together and got ship-shape for our shove off from the marina. The boat was beautiful. It is heralded as the most comfortable in the fleet of the Airlie ships and lived up to everything we heard about it. The crew was amazing, the chef was an absolute gourmet and we can't say enough good things about the entire trip. Despite the flooding in Airlie a few weeks before and the high winds that came after we left, we had absolutely beautiful weather. The whole experience was everything we heard about and more.<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2642629950094664065qcGrhp"><img height="178" alt="whitsunday day two and three 001" src="http://inlinethumb22.webshots.com/43541/2642629950094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" width="358" /></a><br /><br />The first night we took a short sail to a lagoon where we would be snorkelling the next morning. We were treated to a stunning sunset and a heat lightening show before we fell into our beds exhausted, but really excited for the next day.Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-85938931185203887352008-01-11T02:34:00.000-08:002008-05-03T02:45:42.545-07:00Top Gear Takes On RednecksNinety percent of the shows on tele are American, one percent Australian and the BBC rounds out the programming schedule. Jon and I came across a real gem the other night. It's a car show by the BBC and I absolutely loved it.<br /><br />Yes, lift your jaws off the floor, I loved a car show. No, I still cannot change a tire or check my oil and yes, I only started pumping my own gas last year. (In Jersey, we pump our fists - not our gas.)<br /><br />So, what was so special about "Top Gear" the automotive show of my dreams....<br /><br />What happens when you take three Brits - one in a Camaro, one in a pickup truck and one in an Oldsmobile and have them race across Alabama? Not much one would suppose, but the challenge lies in the fact that they each painted anti-redneck slogans on their opponents cars in an effort to win.<br /><br />What happens is three British gents cack their dacks when the the redneck army stars chasing them with guns.<br /><br />See for yourself ~<br /><br /><object style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 209px" height="209" width="331"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3lEx-XADpb8&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3lEx-XADpb8&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-18959312045688196862007-12-27T21:39:00.000-08:002008-05-09T21:58:18.073-07:00First Year - Done & DustedToday marks one year in Australia for us......<br /><br />.... so, we had a lovely dinner and opened a bottle of champagne and listened to our sliders rattle in their tracks on this blustery, rainy, miserable day on the “Sunshine” Coast. We started to talk about all we have learned this year and decide to share it with our fellow Yanks Down Under because no one else can *really* understand.<br /><br />Let me preface our list by saying, moving to Australia has been the best experience of my life; it has also been one of the most difficult. It has been a year of laughter and tears, both the happy kind and the sad kind. When we made the decision to move, it gave us a change to fix all of those “if I had only known then, what I know now,” situations in our life. From the moment the plane touched down, I was presented with one of the best opportunities and the hardest experiences ever: to recreate our life. Here is a satirical, but mildly true recount of our first year in Oz.<br /><br />Year One: 100 Things We Have Learned From Our Life In ‘Stralia.<br /><br />1. There is life beyond ranch dressing, Monterey Jack cheese, dryer sheets, Hershey’s kisses, York peppermint patties, root beer, Bisquick, and Budweiser.<br />2. And when you don’t have things on the above list for a bit, you don’t miss them so much.<br />3. I am now keen to do things. Before, I was willing, able, eager and excited. But, now I am only keen.<br />4. Bob IS my uncle.<br />5. That a pepper is a capsicum and that the police will spray you with capsicum spray no matter how ridiculous that sounds. (Not from personal experience.)<br />6. Thongs are worn on your feet and not up your bum. Your bum is reserved for a G-string. <br />7. You don’t have to be a hippie chick to use tampons without applicators, in fact they are impossible to find any other way.<br />8. You do not want to make your television debut (de-boo) on Border Security for trying to bring in Fig Newtons, Pepperidge Farm Goldfish Crackers and Christmas decorations from America. (Once again, personal experience.)<br />9. Paper or plastic is a decision we Americans take for granted. Now, I own 500 envirobags for fear of killing a sea turtle because I never am able to remember my green grocery bags. <br />10. Koala poop is much like rabbit poop. (Gandow, the very cheeky koala at Lone Pine, and my elementary school pet, Flopsy taught me this!)<br />11. You can’t judge a book by its cover. A custard apple, although ugly, is still tasty!<br />12. Summer is actually winter. There is winter without snow and it’s not so bad.<br />13. Toilets cannot flush in the opposite direction with a dual flush system. (The Simpsons were wrong, the embassy does not supply us all with a special machine!)<br />14. Beetroot does not belong on hamburger under any circumstances.<br />15. A 1 page resume is not acceptable for any job, anywhere in Australia. For a mid-level management position, a 3-4 page resume is expected. Who knew?<br />16. Letter sized paper is A4, Legal sized paper is A3. No one tells you this, but when you select letter or legal from MS Office and botch up the printing “queue” in the office, they are all really mad.<br />17. No shirt, no shoes, does not equal no service here in Queensland.<br />18. Where ever you go in the world, you will find a 24 hour 7-11 operated by Indians (the ones with the dots, not the ones with the feathers, as my NZ officemate says. She offends everyone equally.)<br />19. And, there will still be Mexicans will be washing cars at the car wash. (I couldn’t believe we met Jose from Mexico City at the Hoppy’s in Brisbane.)<br />20. After living here a year, you will have one Kiwi friend who thinks New Zealanders have invented everything from pavlova to a cure for cancer and says “Bro” far too much. No matter how much you love them, a compliment on your new "jandles" will make you twitch a bit.<br />21. To swim between the flags<br />22. Big W is the evil empire incarnate – WALMART!<br />23. The spiders are big, hairy and will charge you. It is justification for your spouse to find you in a closet with flashlight, a magazine and bottle of wine, drunk off your bum! (That is from personal experience.)<br />24. Despite your political beliefs, Republican or Democrat, no matter how “American” you were at home, you still get misty eyed for the Star Spangled Banner & get a little angry when someone speaks badly about your President , no matter what faux pas he made this time or how much of a dumbass he appeared to be on CNN. It’s your homeland, mate.<br />25. It’s 5pm at work before you realize, it is the fourth of July, Labor Day, Memorial Day, Martin Luther King Day, etc.<br />26. For the first few weeks, you think there are a lot of homosexual people at your work with everyone talking about their partners.<br />27. It begins to pain you when MS Office tells you to spell: colour, centre, labour, paediatrics, utilise, etc.<br />28. You have to write the “post code” numbers in the boxes dictated by the envelope and it doesn’t work very well for internationally addresses. It’s a zip code and it is 5 numbers!!<br />29. Everything closes at 6pm except for late night shopping one day a week. It shouldn’t be a holiday when the local shopping centre gets Sunday trading hours! We had a parade for the first 24 IGA!<br />30. Those damn 2 dollar and 1 dollar coins. I didn’t use change in the U.S. When I paid for $50 of gas in singles, I felt like a stripper; now, I am just embarrassed to whip out all of that shrapnel. 31. While we are on the subject, being a Jersey girl, it pains me to break the motto of, “We don’t pump our gas, we pump our fists in Jersey,” even more so because the damn gas pump doesn’t have that click and hold lever system. You have to hold it the whole damn time. And you can't pay at the pump... or go to a drive through ATM, pharmacy. They make you interact with actual live clerks; how unheard of!<br />32. How bad is it when you ask the woman at Coles for the premature baby pack of cigarettes instead of the old lady’s eye?<br />33. It feels so damn good to receive a care package/mail from home<br />34. You cannot find a good pair of blue jeans outside of the U.S.<br />35. The Australian people (at least the one’s we have met) are the most accepting, care-free, loving, laid-back people we have ever encountered.<br />36. A pot is 285mL, a schooner is 425mL and a pint doesn’t exist here in Queensland.<br />37. Melbourne Cup Day is a brilliant reason to get dressed up like it’s the prom and put feathers in your hair!<br />38. Mid-strength can save your night! Berroco is a hangover cure-all.<br />39. Pokies are bad for your brain.<br />40. Speed cameras are a reality in Australia. This means, you can get a ticket without ever being pulled over. Jon accrued 15 tickets and had his license suspended before we even knew speed cameras existed.<br />41. He also had to take 5 breath tests in one day while we were driving to Townsville for a diving trip. They don’t muck around.<br />42. To root means to have sex with, therefore, when you say, “I am rooting for the Patriots in the upcoming Superbowl,” you and Tom Brady are getting busy!<br />43. Shrimp are prawns, thereby you would never “Put a shrimp on the barbie.” No one ever says put a “prawn on the barbie.”<br />44. On the barbie, you can cook ANYTHING! Even pizza! or eggs! <br />45. Snags are sausages, LBDs is code for, well you know, Little Boys D**** and they are small sausages, BBDs are they are big boy’s LBDs...... The sausage all revolves around one image.<br />46. Fairy bread is white bread coated in butter with sprinkles (hundreds & thousands) coated over it. It sounds gross, but at 28, you can still feel like a little princess with a boa and crown eating fairy bread. I’ve tested this theory.<br />47. I am not so coordinated. I have been known to all out of my chair, or A over T, as my office mates like to call it. Translation: Arse over Tits.<br />48. That Union, League and AFL are very different games and if you are not Maroon you ar going to get the crap kicked out of you. (We are in QLD.)<br />49. Cricket is as boring as baseball, but it’s just as good reason to get very drunk in the stands. 50. Agro = angry, while avro = afternoon<br />51. The Ashes aren’t something from the Holy Trinity, it’s simply a cricket tradition.<br />52. My togs isn't as dirty as it sounds.<br />53. I shouldn’t have to pay 50 cents for my condiments. It’s simply un-Australian.<br />54. Hinterland is the land or district behind the borders of a coast or river, not somewhere over the rainbow.<br />55. Tomato sauce isn’t quite as good as ketchup.<br />56. The word Blackfella is like the N word in America; they can call each other it, but we can’t use it.<br />57. “Such is life” – Ned Kelly<br />58. A rock melon is a cantaloupe.<br />59. Funtack is called blue tack and it is grey in color. It is not really fun either.<br />60. A chook is a chicken and your friends aren’t quite as crazy as you think they are for having a pen of them in their backyards<br />61. Fair Dinkum isn’t used in general conversation half as much as you think it will be. However, G’day is and it will always make you giggle until you catch yourself saying it.<br /> 62. You never want to dob someone in. Bad things happen to tattle tales!<br />63. Stay away from things that are dodgy. Just do.<br />64. You will make the dog’s breakfast of your first year here and it’s okay. It is a complete mess, but you will figure it all out in the end.<br />65. You do not have to like sausage roll or meat pies to survive.<br />66. A doona is something wonderful to curl up under on a cold rainy day and yes, we do have them here in Australia (cold rainy days that is!)<br />67. A fanny is the front bits of a girl, while in the U.S. a fanny would be the back bits.<br />68. I am always flat out like a lizard drinking and it doesn’t mean I need to go to meetings!<br />69. Champers (champagne) and chardy (chardonnay) always make the day a bit better!<br />70. No one really knows what Australia Day is all about.<br />71. People say they can't understand you when you speak, but claim to watch prime time TV.<br /> 72. Jon kicks himself for not finding the subscription website where you can watch streaming major league games a year ago. (<a href="http://www.officialtvsports.com/"><a href="http://www.officialtvsports.com/">www.officialtvsports.com</a>).<br /></a>73. We could re-start that fake ID ring we ran out of our college dorms with the lack of security on the QLD license, but we would never do a thing like that!<br />74. You didn’t gain 20 pounds on the plane, the sizes are different.<br />75. Kilo’s to pounds inches to cm’s. You really do need math for everyday living!76. Kangaroos are a myth. Haven’t seen one yet in the wild!<br />77. Palm trees and evergreens should NOT be growing side by side. It’s weird.<br />78. I love choking on the sweet smell of eucalyptus when I go for a run.<br />79. Yoghurt does not belong on pizzas, even if Dominos tries to market it that way.<br />80. “Bris-Vegas” is NOTHING like Vegas.<br />81. People like Crocodile Dundee actually DO exist. It’s true. I’ve seen them.<br />82. Corks in your hat is actually a good way of keeping the mozzies away.<br />83. And yet..... They don’t have them in wine bottles. Go figure.<br />84. When it’s a minimum of 30C in the summer, shouldn’t air con be mandatory?<br />85. Apparently you need a drivers license to drive in Queensland. You wouldn’t know it to be on the road though. Merge does not mean to drive down an exit ramp and stop, then try to pull out into 110km traffic!<br />86. Why does it pour in the City and not a drop hits the dam? Who thought to put the damn dams there anyway!<br />87. The difference in time zones between here and home. My parents ask me every time they call what time it is....<br />88. And why can’t we all have daylight savings time? I want to play too! Why do Sydney & Melbourne get an extra hour?<br />89. I don’t need my secretary to tell me there is no 14th, 22nd or 31st month in the year. No wait, yes I do. I loathe the day-month-year format.<br />90. I have flown Trans-Pacific enough to know that if I cry while I am in the ticket line and while boarding, I get an exit seat with no one seated around me.<br />91. America and Australia are actually very much alike. It’s the little differences that get you.<br />92. There is no such thing as good pizza in Australia. No, Domino’s does not count, but it's as close as you will get.<br />93. You are hand feeding 100 kangaroos in a wide open, fenced in space with no supervision and you are thinking of the insurance liability. (I still say kangaroos in the wild are myths!)<br />94. Crisco for Christmas cookies can only be purchased from adult shops as a lubricant. What the hell is anyone other than Ron Jeremy going to do with 5lbs of shortening lubricant?<br />95. While it’s really nice that the lifeguards in Australia are being honoured for their 100 years of service but after a whole year of it, but that commercial.....ENOUGH ALREADY!!!!!<br />96. You can’t use the medical services here, but luckily you get the money back 2 years later. (10 months to process a Medicare Levy Exemption!)<br />97. You should know who is the president of New Zealand. When sitting in the Fijian airport chatting up a man with tattoos on his face thinking he is in the WWF, you should know he is a Maori terrorist and not the president of New Zealand.<br />98. Ian Thorpe will save us all from climate change.<br />99. I miss the seasons.<br />100. Writing this list made me thing about all I’ve learned and what a wonderful experience this has been and continues to be!<br />Year One - Done & Dusted.Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-35305567012041760232007-12-25T18:46:00.000-08:002008-04-29T20:21:15.110-07:00Merry Christmas!Merry Christmas!!!<br /><br />Jon and I celebrated our first hot Christmas in Australia. We decorated our patio palm and the apartment with festive Christmas baubles; we even tried to bring home the evergreen smell of the fresh cut tree with some pine air freshner (sad, I'll admit) and we did a pretty good job of making it feel like home on Christmas. There was just one thing missing: our families.<br /><br />We had a big Christmas Eve dinner with turkey and all the trimmings including Mum's beet root salad (or a feeble attempt at). Christmas morning, we woke up and opening our pressies: Jon's new surfboard and Siobhan's reading chair for the deck were the highlights.<br /><br />After the phone calls home, Jon had to work in the ER around 1:00 and I relaxed watching movies for the rest of the day.<br /><br />My folks sent me this picture of the pug man that had to be shared:<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2323257360094664065ZaLPiQ"><img alt="bailey christmas 07 066" src="http://inlinethumb06.webshots.com/42117/2323257360094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" /></a>Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-36909050385116854872007-12-20T05:11:00.000-08:002008-04-14T05:27:20.819-07:00Wicked Winter WeatherFor the first time in our lives, wicked winter weather didn't mean snow, ice, sleet and slush. It has been raining for weeks; it's very dreary, grey and very depressing. We are very lucky that we aren't getting the brunt of it. Northern Queensland is under water; flooding has emerged entire towns which is problematic enough, but throw venimous snakes and crocodiles into the mix and things get interesting.<br /><br />We went for a walk on the beach in front of our house, which used to be a good 20 meters to the low tide line and it's gone. There is a twenty foot cliff that drops down to the beach. There are black volcanic rocks everywhere that weren't visible two weeks ago. It is shocking what a war Mother Nature has ravished on our little patch of sand.<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2122020780094664065pMYhiQ"><img height="215" alt="dec-jan 2008 003" src="http://inlinethumb61.webshots.com/42108/2122020780094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" width="406" /></a>Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-23347963334661685992007-12-15T04:37:00.000-08:002008-04-14T05:10:54.750-07:00O Christmas TreeI have a "thing" about faux Christmas trees. I must have gotten it from my Dad; he insists every year that we have a real tree, while Mom grumbles about the needles and the carpet. I just can't bring myself to purchase an artificial tree.<br /><br />So, being that there is a bit of shortage of the Douglass Fir type tree in our neck of the woods, I did the next best thing:<br /><br /><a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2271714430094664065qjKMPJ"><img src="http://inlinethumb14.webshots.com/40141/2271714430094664065S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Dec-Jan 2008 021"></a>Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856680640304039313.post-47528423371426165502007-11-10T04:19:00.000-08:002008-05-03T04:20:32.396-07:00How Cool Is This?You can find your LYS anywhere in the freaking world!!<br /><br /><script src="http://widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js?appId=dd730f78-bb16-4055-bf48-37fca3eaa7dc" type="text/javascript"></script><noscript></noscript>Jersey Girl moved Down Underhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09331533679624723589noreply@blogger.com0