Down Under Diary

2007-03-14T23:20:00.000+11:00

Just a Quickie, So To Speak

I just have to say it is AMAZING what a little rain will do to a sunburnt country.

I do not have any picture for you, so you're going to have to imagine it. Ready?

Okay.

Picture in your mind a low, vast blue sky with speckles of white clouds. As you move down the horizon, picture tall, white gum trees, with long leaves pointing down towards the yellow savannah grasses, rustling in the wind.

And now? Now!

Parts of Canberra look like Ireland! Rolling hills of emerald with sheep munching happily on the fresh green grass. Even the gums, trees that have adapted to survive in drought and full sun, are green and thriving.

I love the yellows of Australia, the white of the gums, but this green... this lushness, brings back memories of America. Memories of summers as a child, running through the sprinkler and spraying friends with the hose. It reminds me of the lushness of Oregon, so wet that moss sprounts on cement. The dense foliage of kudzu, creeping across the state of Tennessee.

I find it interesting that I have fallen in love with a country so different from the one I know. Sometimes I forget that I'm in Australia. I mean, life moves on and you stop constantly focusing on omgomgomgIaminanothercountry!, but then a cocky or two goes squalking overhead or I glance across my deck and see the distant blue smudges of the Brindies framing a towering gum tree in my neighbour's yard. Suddenly I reminded to never take this. . . experience, this chance for granted.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
~ Dorothea Mackellar
(1885 - 1968)

2007-01-28T15:08:00.000+11:00

Nine Years

While we say January is the beginning of things, with our new years resolutions and our fresh starts, to me it feels like we're finally wrapping things up. Birthdays are over, Christmas is over, tree is down, New Years hang-overs are, well, over, and we all share a collective sigh of relief.
Finally. We made it.

Which is why, I nearly always regret getting married in January.

That sounds harsh doesn't it?

But I'm not ready to celebrate in January. I'm celebrated-out. No more wrapping paper, no more fancy food. No more Christmas cards, Christmas parties, no more loud groups of people. Truthfully? By January I just want things to be simple. And peaceful. And quiet.

And this year, we had just that. There were no gifts, no cards, no one else. I reckon this anniversary was the best yet.

On Friday we (Richard, Asta, and I) made our way down the Monaro Highway through Cooma (And, it must be said, Cooma should be Aboriginal for "deadly boring.") and over Brown Mountain to Brogo, then to the Rocklily Cottages.

Serenity! Thy name is Clovelly. What can I say? I fell in love at first sight. First there was the horse gate with the name "Clovelly" printed on.

Then there was our first glimpse of the cottage:

I love the Australian sky. Love. It.

Then there were the lovely stained glass windows.

The sheets were crisp, the pillowcases smelled lovely, the verandah with it's views? Breathtaking.

We also had the privilege of seeing a wombat and Richard saw a large Grey Kangaroo early one morning near the cottages.

Rocklily Cottages (there are 2) are on 100 acres, pretty much in the middle of nowhere. The owners live elsewhere on the property with their 2 dogs and horses that have their run of the place. While we never saw the horses, we did hear them whinny in the distance. One of their dogs, Mr. Midnight visited us on Saturday afternoon.

We spent nearly the whole time just hanging out, playing scrabble, watching the birds, and giggling at Asta play King of his Domain.

However, we did venture out of the cottage a few times. On Saturday we drove down the Sapphire Coast to Bega, Tathra (pronounced Tarthra for you non Aussie's out there), and Murimbula.

On the way back from Bega to Brogo, we happened across two strange things. The first, we were just driving along the Jellat Jellat flat, between Bega and Tathra, when saw this:

What is it? Sheep? White cows?

Confused, Richard pulled over and we got a better look:

Yup. Washing Machines. 1000 of them. In circles.

After we came home, I Googled it:

ON the last day of 2006, a sculpture to be known as "Cyclone Eternity" appeared on Jellat Jellat flat, between Bega and Tathra.

The Cyclone was constructed using 1000 discarded washing machines, dryers and dishwashers, and was put together by about 100 volunteers who braved some of the heaviest rain seen in the Bega Valley for several years.

This project of the Clean Energy for Eternity group was the brainchild of Richard Moffatt's, an award winning metal sculptor,who had the idea of using whitegoods to create the sculpture as they use a lot of energy and water, and also demonstrate the disposable nature of our society.

The washing machine sculpture is meant to raise awareness of global warming with CEFE stated goal being to have 50 per cent renewable energy by 2020.

Interesting, eh? You can read more here.

And then, nearer to Brogo we saw these mysterious things hanging in the trees. Of course, Richard had to stop and investigate. There were hundreds, if not thousands, of bats all squealing and squawking. As you can imagine, Asta and I stayed in the car while Richard took this picture:

On Saturday evening, we drove to Brogo dam, about 5 minutes down the road. We went with mixed feelings as we knew the water would be low due to the drought. And it was, but it was beautiful, too.

But mostly, we just stayed at the cottage. Richard took walks with Asta, I read on the verandah and listened to the birds - mostly Kookaburras - and enjoyed the view. Richard was able to get a photo of a Boobook Owl roosting near the cottage in a fig tree:

And lastly, I was able to record the Kookaburras on my mobile phone! This is three separate recordings that I have pieced together. I swear these are birds, not chimps. If you listen closely, toward the end you can hear the kookaburras in the background responding to the nearby ones.

It was truly the best, most relaxing anniversary ever.

2006-12-28T21:55:00.000+11:00

Ketchup!

Our trip down the coast earlier this month. Richard and I decided we would head down the coast to Narooma. We rested the first day in our accommodation at Broulee and the second day we headed to check out the beaches at Narooma. As we were nearing the ocean there, I saw this cemetery in the distance on top of this huge cliff. Richard and I set out to find it immediately.

When we finally made our way up there, we were not disappointed. We wandered our way through the cemetery reading the headstones. Some were very large, and others were very sad.

and then checked out the views:

We also spent a lot of time playing around in the rock pools. The first photo is a Nudibranch and the second is a Box Jellyfish

And then we decided to go to Ulladulla and Mollymook. We noticed there was a lot of smoke in the air, but did that deter us?! NO! So on the way we saw a lone fire truck near the road. Hmmm. And then, later, when we decided to head home we were turned back because a fire had crossed the road! We tried again an hour or so later and finally got through.

All in all, it was an awesome birthday - well if you ignore the part when I fell on the rocks at the beach (owww!). And the fires (scary!!). But, other than THAT, it was great.

When we returned, it was hurry, hurry, hurry and get ready for Richard's 30th birthday party! It was the first time his family in Canberra had been to our home all together and I was freaking out! But it went really well and everyone pitched in and helped me survive. (Thank you!)

And then? THEN it was Christmas. Luckily we decorated the tree before the birthday holiday because time went into fast forward after we got home. We bought our first fake tree this year. However, since our ceilings are like a million feet high, we went for the tall 7.5 foot tree. And then, because the tree was so big, we didn't have enough ornaments to decorate it. So, here we go. $99 decoration dollars later, neggie and then dressed (without garland, don'tcha know?):

It's not TOO fake looking, is it?

Anyway, Christmas. Right. So Richard and I opened our presents to each other that morning. And then we had Christmas lunch with Richard's mum and the all the siblings arrived and kids ripped open their pressies and we ate and we ate more and then we sat around and talked and commented on the cold weather. And then we had Christmas dinner with Richard's dad and Jill and her brother and his wife and her sister and her daughter. And so we talked and drank wine and talked and ate and ate dessert and then talked more. Then we headed for home, Richard was stopped and breathalised and then we made it home and fell into bed.

And then we rested on Boxing Day. And slept in. And then later took down the tree.

About this time every year I like to think about how fortunate I am. (Carefully, though. I don't want to jinx myself.) 2006 has been a really good year, the highlights being that we finally moved out into our own place and I received notification of my Australian citizenship approval.

As I have said before, moving to Australia has turned out to be a good thing for Richard and I, but it has not always been easy. Just the act applying for my spousal visa to migrate took months of preparation, not to mention the monumental task of packing and moving our belongs to Australia. All that, before we even set foot on the ~~sardine tin~~ airplane.

After arriving, I think I was in culture shock for a few ~~days~~ weeks . I didn't want to leave the house, I had trouble understanding people. And then I started looking for a job. SIX months and over 100 applications later, I finally found employment. And since then, things have really been looking up. Having that job unlocked wonderful things for us and everything began to . . . fall into place. My boss moved and offered us her house. Richard was able to find extra work so we could afford it. And somehow we manage to live in Australia, where things are generally more expensive - with less money - and we have a nicer home.

After the initial culture shock, I feel as if I have settled in and can honestly call Australia home. A lot of Americans have trouble acclimating to living here, but I have a few things they do not.

I have an wonderful husband who knows what it feels like to live in another country, whom I can talk to about how I feel without him becoming upset. He's supportive of my endeavors here, but would move back to the US with me in a heartbeat if I really wanted.

Unlike many Americans that move here, I get on with my in-laws. Richard's family have never treated me any different to any other spouse of a son or daughter. There has never been anything but acceptance and understanding from them. I honestly couldn't have managed as well without them, and their continued support. My relationship with them is very important to me. I am extremely thankful for a few of Richard's family members. Without going into details, I hope they know who they are.

I have learned to love being here without constantly comparing it to the US. There are awesome things about both places, but here is where I am. And honestly, there are some things that are better in Australia and there are some things that are better in the US. I've learned to just look for the positive and get on with it.

So where I am going with this, you say?

To be honest, I am not sure if I will continue the Down Under Diary after I become an Australian citizen next month. I have been here over 2 years now. Nearly as long as I have lived in the last 2 places in the US. I just don't really think about what life is like here anymore because I'm busy living it. Maybe I've lost my perspective. I'm not even sure this attempt shows the average person what life is like in Australia, though I hope it shows a little of what my life has been like.

So, should I continue to update, I may have to review my purpose. Maybe a new name is in order? A new look? I'm not sure.

Whatever the case. Welcome 2007! I'm ready for you.

I ask you, what's cuter than a little girl in a swimming suit of purple with white pokadots? Seriously!

2006-12-14T23:32:00.000+11:00

Picture Perfect

Sometimes a picture really is worth a thousand words.

Behold!

The best bit? I received this letter on my birthday!

2006-11-25T21:55:00.000+11:00

I'm Not Kidding - Really.

One of the things I was often asked when people found out I was moving to Australia was, "Are you worried about all the dangerous animals?" I waded through warnings of snakes, sharks, spiders, dingos, Tasmanian Devils, and crocodiles. And while some of these warnings are real - Australia does have some extremely dangerous animals - you rarely hear of a fatal incident.

The things that people never warned me about were the birds, specifically the Magpies and the Plovers! From September to November these birds are like something from Hitchcock's imagination. These sweet voice Magpie minstrels, and the rata tat rata tat warnings of Plovers send school children and adults alike running, hands waving in the air, for safety. These birds will do anything to protect their nests and you better not go near. In fact, people are swooped so often in certain areas, the government have put up warning signs.

Apparently, Maggies do not swoop if they think you are looking at them. To help escape the swooping season, kids often paint eyes on their bike helmets.

Swooped! And Eyes in the Back of your Head!

Maggies tend to be covert and just fly right out at you, but Plovers will warn you (rata tat rata tat) when you invade their area. But Plovers are also more persistent - and have spurs on their wings! Spurs!

And you were worried about a little spider!

Seriously, though, there is nothing funnier than watching someone else be swooped - you know, from the safety of your own deck and all.

In other news, I survived my citizenship interview and am anxiously awaiting the results that are being sent to me via the post. The interview went well and I was able to recite the responsibilities and privileges of becoming an Australian citizen to the immigration officer successfully. They have booked me in for the Citizenship Ceremony on Australia Day, the 26th of January. I am over the moon about becoming a citizen on Australia Day. Now my only hope is that my FREAKING CONGRATULATIONS letter gets here soon before I freak out and they have to commit me. Please?

Also fresh in the What Else Is New is my weekend job. That's right. One weekend a month I am an official On Call Allocation Officer. Fancy, eh? What this means though, is that I am at the beck and call of every employee, client, and family member of a Nursing Agency. Need a shift filled? Call me! Want to know why you carer hasn't shown up? I'm your girl! Need to know when you're next on? Yup! You guessed it. Me again! And boy do they LOVE calling! Whew. But, the money is good and I can do anything one weekend a month.

I guess I did an okay job, though, because the week after my first weekend I was offered a full time position working Monday to Friday. It was very tempting, let me tell you. What with it's flexible hours, proximity to my house, and $6 extra dollars an HOUR. But, I turned it down. I love where I work now and they are considering me for a traineeships Certificate IV in Human resources. And that? Is where I really want to point my compass right now.

Other than that, my friends, life is going along swimmingly well. I'm giving Thanks to the Turkey Gods at my Inlaw's house tomorrow, as they have so graciously invited Richard and I over for dinner. I am anticipating there will be much eating, burping and then more eating. And I can.not.wait.

Oh! Richard and I bought our Christmas Tree today and we are slowly gearing up for the Holidays. After three years of celebrating the holidays while living with our respective families, there are simply not words to express how incredibly happy we are to be in our own house for Christmas this year. I plan to go large and maybe a little bit gaudy. I am also going cold turkey on the garland thing. The past three years I have been forced to wrap that silver crap about the tree, but this year? The garland madness WILL STOP. Instead? We will have lightly tinseled tree and we will bask in the glory of all that is not garland.

Amen.

2006-10-21T02:02:00.000+10:00

Audio Visual

One of the things I enjoy about living in Canberra is the space. It's a beautiful city and you don't feel like you live in a "concrete jungle" as there are always plenty of trees and green spaces around you. Since the weather has warmed up, Richard and I have been walking around Commonwealth Park in the evenings. It's a great park, near Lake Burley-Griffin and full of trees, children's play areas, and wandering paths with plenty of benches in which to pause.

Richard always brings his camera to take photos and I just walk around enjoying the peace and quiet, thinking about how lucky I am to live here.

Here are some recent photos of the park:

One of the more interesting things about living in another country is missing the references and common sayings that everyone else seems to know. I've found many of these are related to movies and commercials. One such example is the term, "Not happy, Jan!" The first time I heard this reference, I was like, wha? And then I stumbled across this:

Australian television is the strange mix of American programming, bad Aussie remakes of bad American programming, a sprinkle of the BBC, and a dash of original, unique Australian programming. I've found that Australian television pushes the envelope a bit farther than US television. One example is Chaser's War on Everything.

And then there are the commercials, which are uniquely Australian. Richard remembers, and can still sing along with this one:

And there are some funny ones:

PS. Nasi Goreng is fried rice.

And freaky ones:

And then the warm and fuzzies:

And one that was strangely banned in the UK.

Makes me wonder what US commercials I'm missing.

(hint hint)

2006-10-15T23:23:00.000+10:00

Short and Sweet

In Australia the seasons are marked at the beginning of the month instead of the equinox:

March 1 - Fall
June - Winter
September - Spring.
December 1 - Summer

As you can see, we are well into Spring right now. But, instead of that nice Spring time weather, it's already feels like early summer. This last week the weather has been in the around 30 Celsius or 86 degrees fahrenheit. We've had to turn the air conditioner on at work.

But the most tell-telling time that it's warming up? Today was the annual doona put away day. Gone is the heavy, warm doona and out is the light the summer quilt that always feels a bit funny at first. What rituals do you do to mark the seasons?

I'm pretty excited about Spring/Summer, though. It's been a long, dark winter and I'm ready for some long evenings on our deck.

Okay, some pictures:

This is the elusive Ganggang I mentioned in the earlier post. The bird, to me, is half beautiful and sorta half ordinary, but special in that you don't seem them everyday. They are around, but seem to sorta do their own thing, so to speak.

And here are some photos of Michael (Richard's younger brother) and Karen's wedding last month, and a couple of their cute kids, Nathaneal and Charolotte. (And one of Asta running, because, really?? Who doesn't like dog pictures?)

The roses are blooming in the garden like crazy. I'll try to get a pic of those and our new table next.

Cheers!

And PS. The fridge has a new name, thanks to Misty. Her name is Stellllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

2006-10-08T00:29:00.000+10:00

A Love Story

So, like, a few weeks ago, Richard and I decided to buy a new fridge because the one that we rented with the house was dying a slow death. Death rattle and all. However, since the old fridge was such a big part of our life, what with the chirping, grumbling, and death rattle, we decided to name it Jiminy. You know, chirp? CRICKET?

Anyway, after looking at all the fridges in Fyshwick, we decided on an upside down fridge. But, I was a bit hesitant about it. I mean, when you buy a fridge, it's like buying a pet, isn't it? It's something you're going to have for the next 10 to 15 years of your life. It's a commitment and I was feeling fickle. But we perservered and bought the fridge. Sometimes you just have to make the hard decisions, right?

I was anxious the day it was delievered. I was at work when Richard told me it had arrived. When I finally made it home from work, I rushed in to have a look at it. And, oh my! It was love at first site. I am seriously crushing on my fridge. Everything is at eye level, the light is perfect, and it's so quiet, I hardly know it's there.

I love you upside down fridge, but you need a name. Any ideas?

Pictures!

As you can see, Richard had already dressed the fridge before I got home:

Did you see how EVERYTHING on the top is at eye level? No more bending over for the milk! No more peering into the back for something green and fuzzy and forgotten!

The freezer drawers ROLL OUT, people. ROLL OUT.

lahlahlah lahlahlah lahlahlah lahlahlah lahlahlah lahlahlah lahlahlah lahlahlah lahlahlah lahlahlah

Tomorrow, pictures of our new outdoor dining set and a ganggang for your viewing pleasure. And maybe some baby pictures, too - if you're good.

ps. I updated a few pictures in the loop to the left over there. Enjoy.

2006-09-20T20:59:00.000+10:00

Most of All He Was Fun

When I first heard that Steve Irwin had died, I didn't really believe it because, really! Isn't he larger than life? Invincible? Then the rumours were confirmed. And from the very beginning my thoughts centred on Steve's wife, Terri, and their children, Bindi and Bob. My mind boggles at how Terri and their children even began to deal with the loss.

Tonight I watched the encore presentation of Steve Irwin's memorial service in the "The Crocoseum" at the Australia Zoo. Apparently, Terri changed her mind at the last moment about speaking. And really, how do you even begin?

The entire memorial was fitting with the speeches, the tributes, the music. But the highlight was Bindi. This little eight year old, infused with her daddy's bravery, gave Steve the best tribute a daughter could.

Smiling, Bindi read her tribute from a piece of paper, the image of her father behind her. She said:

"My Daddy was my hero - he was always there for me when I needed him.

"He listened to me and taught me so many things, but most of all he was fun.

"I know that Daddy had an important job. He was working to change the world so everyone would love wildlife like he did.

"He built a hospital to help animals and he bought lots of land to give animals a safe place to live.

"He took me and my brother and my mum with him all the time. We filmed together, caught crocodiles together, and loved being in the bush together.

"I don't want Daddy's passion to ever end.

"I want to help endangered wildlife just like he did.

"I have the best Daddy in the whole world and I will miss him every day.

"When I see a crocodile I will always think of him and I know that Daddy made this zoo so everyone could come and learn to love all the animals.

"Daddy made this place his whole life and now it's our turn to help Daddy."

As she read, she traced the words on the paper with a finger. And I swear my heart just broke into 10 million crikey pieces. With those words, Bindi won the hearts of the nation.

"Where he is the most fearless is that he let us see who he was and that's being brave in today's society because ... you show yourself to so many people willing to mimic you and mock you. He was unafraid of that because he knew his idea and his truth was a lot bigger than the aside joke." ~ Kevin Costner

Rest in Peace Steve Irwin
1962 - 2006

2006-09-14T10:29:00.000+10:00

I have a shameful secret.

Since moving to Australia, I have become a fan of Australian Idol. I nearly wrote addicted. Nearly. But I stopped myself because I have to show a little self respect. Restraint. Something.

Let me explain.

I didn't really care for the show in the US, but after moving here I started watching it to have something to talk about during the many family gatherings. Makes sense, huh?

This is the third season I've watched and this year is, by far, the best - and it's only just begun. The competition was open to song writers, musicians, those already in bands, and most interestingly, the age limit was upped to 30. The judges also traveled to more rural areas instead of the usual Brissy, Sydney, Perth, and Melbourne.

And to the point of the story. Somehow, with all the changes and new locations, the judges found Bobby Flynn. And I.Love.Him. When he performs, Cupid draws his bow and aims right for your heart.

And when he says, "Thanks guys. It's about the art" I melted.

MELTED.

I've listened to Cold Chisol's original When the War Is Over and it's sorta meh. Bobby's rendition is a love song instead of an 80's rock band anthem.

Ahem. Anyway, also funny? Those who take the time to queue up and audition who can't sing. Case in point:

So, umm. . . When does Survivor, season 54,187 start?

PS: If you're interested in hearing a different sort of Australian accent, watch this

2006-09-10T22:33:00.000+10:00

This month, in just a matter of days really, I will be eligible to apply for my Australian citizenship. If approved, I'll be a naturalised Australian. I'll be eligible to hold an Australian passport and required to vote for a poltical system I have yet to begin to grasp. If I chose to, I can stand in Parliment, serve in the armed forces, and work for the public service.

I feel ready to pledge my commitment to Australia:

From this time forward,(under God)
I pledge my loyalty to Australia and its people,
Whose democratic beliefs I share,
Whose rights and liberties I respect,
And whose laws I will uphold and obey.

As the date approaches, I've been thinking about my life here. Recently Richard and I were talking about what our life would be like had not decided to migrate. There's a big chance that we would have the same dead-end jobs, and we would go home to the same cave-like townhouse that I hated.

I know that no matter how hard it was when we first migrated, we made the right decision. Our life here is heaps better than the life we left behind. Richard is working hard at university - studying something that he has always had interest in. I'm enjoying work and doing something that I enjoy. We love our home, its openess and light. And best of all, we're making friends.

No matter how good things are going, I do miss my family and the vibrant colours of America. But I must admit I'm rather used to living away from them. And? I've fallen hard Australia. I'm in love with the hazy blue Brindabellas. The white gum trees and the screeching birds just add to the uniqueness that is Australia.

But more so, I feel safe. I am not constantly bombarded with news about the "Evil do-ers," the "axis of evil," and daily terror reports. Things are more laid back and Australians do not to take themselves so seriously. I'm okay with that.

I hestitate to say this, but I think, for the first time in a long time, I'm content.

And. . . my family can visit, right?

Right?

And now for your viewing pleasure:

The view from our back garden and Asta

2006-09-04T14:42:00.000+10:00

Crikey!

I just logged on Yahoo and came across this news headline:

Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin has been killed in a stingray attack near Cairns on Australia's far north coast.

It was believed Irwin had been swimming off the coast of Cairns when he was stung.

"It is understood he was killed by a sting-ray barb that went through his chest," Brisbane's Courier Mail reported this afternoon.

Irwin was best known for his documentary series "The Crocodile Hunter".

He was born in Victoria and found his love of animals after following in his father's footsteps, volunteering his services to the Queensland Government's East Coast Crocodile Management program.

He spent years living on his own in the mosquito infested creeks, rivers and mangroves of North Queensland, catching huge crocodiles single-handed.

In June 1992, he married American Terri Raines after they met when she visited Irwin's Australia Zoo.

The 44-year-old is survived by his wife and two children, Bindi and Robert.

I have no fear of losing my life - if I have to save a koala or a crocodile or a kangaroo or a snake, mate, I will save it. - Steve Irwin

2006-08-24T22:09:00.000+10:00

There's no better example of Aussie culture than their commericals. Some fiddle with the Waltzing Matilda theme, one business in particular calls their business, "Fair Dinkum" Sheds, but two stand out as my favourites:

This first one is an ad for Toohey's beer - note the deer on the logo. (Incidently, while Foster's is touted as being "Australian for beer" in the US, it's not that popular and, I've heard, hard to find. More accurate would be for Victoria Bitter or "VB," but it just doesn't sound the same does it?)

Another I enjoy is an ad promoting tourism in Victoria. It features the beautiful Yarra (as in Sara, not Laura) Valley, a wine region similar to Napa Valley.

The beer ad reminds me of a joke I heard not long ago about XXXX, another brand of Aussie beer brewed in Brisbane, Queensland. The Southern Australian states claim that XXXX (Four X) beer is such named because Queenslanders don't know how to spell BEER.

2006-08-13T23:03:00.000+10:00

I love this country. Where else are you going to see this in your weekend flyers:

2006-07-17T23:17:00.000+10:00

Feeding Your Inner Child

Did you know that in a country of 20 million, there are less than 1200 Mexicans in Australia? I'm blaming this statistic for this:

Woah. Let's just back up a bit, eh?

We all know that McDonalds is taking steps to clean up their image, but here in Australia they have actually created a McDonalds for adults called McCafe. One of their ads show a woman strolling down the street looking well, thirsty. She smiles as a small thought bubble pops above her head with a latte in it. She suddenly spies McDonalds and pop! The thought bubble turns to the typical McDonalds scene with kids running around screaming. Then! Desperate, she decides to chance it anyway and walks into the McCafe. Surprised, she sees adults leaning over their papers and typing busily at the laptop screens, but? No children. She relaxes, smiles, and then marches up to the counter to order her latte.

Another ad tries get us to feed our inner child. This commerical is quite clever, but they had to take it a step further. To introduce the new El Maco burger, a little Mexican man climbs out with his sombrero and tells us to "feed our inner Mexican." I am not sure about you, but THIS is not MY inner Mexican.

Ai Caramba!

2006-07-12T22:31:00.000+10:00

Moving On Up!

So! We've moved! And, the weird thing is that even though we still live in Canberra, I feel like we live in a completely different city. Canberra was built so that one really never has to leave the area you live in, unless, perhaps, for work. We've moved from south Tuggeranong to far north Belconnen. We shop at different places, go to a different mall, and even eat at different restaurants.

Here's a map to illustrate:

Pretty far, eh?

We're finally settling in to our new home. It's taken awhile because when we left Oregon we only shipped one small pallet of our things. The rest was given away or sold. Now that we have our own place, we have to buy all new things. So, not only are we living in a new area of Canberra, we don't have the luxury of having a lot of stuff from home to make us feel, well, at home.

We also had the brilliant idea of buying a few pieces of furniture unpainted. You know, to save money. Ha! Something I didn't realise was that paint was much more expensive here.

The 4 litres of white paint. $60.

1 litre of primer. $30.

Paint brushes $20.00

Feeling of pride after painting your own furniture? Gone after yet another coat of primer.

The look on Richard's face when you pulled down his pants and smeared paint all over his left butt cheek? Priceless.

Anyway, so, after hours and hours of painting, we still have one small side table left and no motivation or enthusiam to paint it. Also? We now hate painting. Hate. It. (Note to self: what the hell were you thinking? NEVER do this again.)

But, besides the strange feelings and all the painting, we're really liking this living on your own deal. Between living with my family to save money prior to moving here and living with Richard's mum whilst finding our feet, we've been staying with family for about three years. T H R E E Y E A R S. Boggles the mind.

So, in one word, the new house is heaven. Living alone is heaven. Living in a quiet area away from siblings, hoons racing up and down the street at all hours? Heaven.

Incidently, also moving in a couple of weeks is this website. I've been wanting to redesign it for awhile, so I thought I'd look at other free blogging services. I've finally found one I like and will start transfering stuff over this weekend. I'm excited about the move because I can post smaller bits more often instead of feeling pressured to write heaps.

I'll post some pics later in the week.

Ciao!

2006-05-04T23:21:00.000+10:00

Picture Pages, Picture Pages/Time to get you Picture Pages/Time to get your crayons/And your Pencils!

(Anyone remember that song?)

Anyway, here are the pictures I promised.

The other day it rained all day and when we got back, we found this waiting for us at our back door:

You know as well as I do, Asta is thinking, "Get that camera out of my FACE!" Poor guy. He was shivering and everything. Good thing our new house has a doggie door! Whoo hooo! No more freezing doggies or late night impromptu baths.

This is the view out of my office window:

Aren't the Autumn colours beautiful?

And my office itself:

See that black chair? I LOVE MY BLACK CHAIR! LOVE.IT. It's comfortable. It swivels smoothly. I can relax in my chair, and there is heaps of room. But? It stinks. It's a leather chair that smells like a mouldy dead cow. The whole office smells like this ~~cow~~ chair. When I go home at night? I SMELL LIKE MY OFFICE CHAIR. But? The chair is so comfortable. What do you do?

The kettle? The George Forman Lean, Mean, Grilling Machine! What time is it? 10:30? DING! Tea time!

Dontcha love all my perfectly labeled folders?

Now? A close up. Where all the rostering magic happens!

The next day? Richard demolished that Easter Egg, in like... one bite.

I really like the Sprite Zero in a bottle, but in a can? Bleck.

Anyway, there you go. A glimpse into the world of a American in Australia - or at least her office.

You should show me what your office looks like!

2006-05-03T23:19:00.000+10:00

Cha Cha Cha Changes!

Guess what? We're moving! A great opportunity has fallen into our laps and it would be foolish to turn it down. This is the house we will be moving into 20 May.

It's a bit too large for us, but the rent is very reasonable for Canberra.

The last few weeks Richard and I have been busy buying furniture, hooking up our utilities and phone (we! have! our! very! own! phone! number!) and realising that we brought all the stuff we didn't really need from America and left or sold the stuff we did.

AND! It has a dishwasher! WOO HOOOO!

Anyway, things are going really well for Richard and I right now. We will soon have our own house and so begins another chapter in our lives.

I'll be sure to share.

The other day my niece and nephew in Perth wrote me an email:

To Stephene,

I made a new mask. This is how I made this mask. I cutted out some eyes but first I made the head. The string got too long so dad helped me and then I cutted out the eyes. Well, thats all I want to say.

Bye

from Mikayla

To Stephene,

Um Um. Hi Stephene. I want to say something to you. Um Maybe you can come to ours house. Nana camed here and Nana goed on a airplane. We seed a big plane its got some wings. Bye bye.

From Lachlan

Don't you just want to eat them up? (Tammie, should you read this: Come home soon! We miss you all so much!)

I try to write things on here that I can look back on in a few years and remember what I've gone though. But sometimes? I just like to whinge.

Something I have noticed about Australia that has me confused. I've noticed that when it comes to television and groceries, nothing is permanent, nothing is consistence. I can't tell you how many times Richard and I will find a product we enjoy and then six months later it just seems to disappear. This last time, it was Old El Paso's Chicken and Lime Tacos. We enjoyed these tacos religiously and then poof they vanish from the shelves. The next thing to disappear? Lime Coke!

The same goes for television. I'm not sure if the Australian broadcasters like to keep us on our toes, but sometimes a show is on twice a week, another time, it's on a different day. There rarely seems to be any consistency. Whereas in the US, you could set your clock by the six o'clock news, here sometime a show will run late to the point that channels have given up and extended the time to be accurate. The online tv guide often shows ending at 8:40 or beginning at 9:15.

One particular show, Dancing with the Stars usually runs 30 minutes or more over time. And then? Big Brother and The Biggest Loser is on EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT. Gah!

I am a member of a online forum for Americans in Australia called, Yanks Down Under. Through there, I met a very nice family, the Neals. For the last few weeks, they have been in the process of packing up their lives and saying goodbye to their friends and family. A few days ago, they stepped on the plane, ready (or not!) to begin their new lives in Melbourne.

We haven't heard from them since they arrived, which isn't altogther alarming, considering accessing the internet isn't the first thing on everyone's mind (just mine). However, I just wanted to welcome Neal and Jennifer,and their 3 lovely girls, Rebekah, Casey, and Jessica to Australia!

Check back tomorrow for pictures of Canberra in Autumn, Asta's mud bath, and some of my office and work. (Gawd. I am so boring)

2006-03-05T21:55:00.000+11:00

Sometimes You Gotta Take The Bad With The Good

At the risk of being dooced, I wanted to share an experience I recently had a work.

A few weeks ago a few people from work went to a comedy show after hours. Richard and I arrived a bit late and as we walked up, everyone was sitting around a table out front of the theatre. As I sat down, Jane, the assistant manager, was talking to another co-worker across the table. The bit I heard was, "I prefer Canadians to Americans." I looked over to Jane and then to everyone at the table. I could tell everyone was uncomfortable and someone changed the subject. I didn't say a word, but I knew that I looked shocked. The conversation moved on, it was time to go into the theatre, and then we all met for drinks afterwards.

It's been a few days now and I've had a chance to think about it. As I type this, it sorta seems like a small thing... but I have to admit that it has really made me stop and pause.

I thought about going up to Jane and telling her than her comment upset me. However, she and I are friendly at work and I know she has a lot of respect for me. I know Jane wouldn't have said something like that if she knew it would have hurt me and I really don't want her to feel bad for making me feel bad. I do truly think she wasn't thinking about what was coming out of her mouth, or perhaps she "forgot" I was an American.

But there was this small part of me that wanted to roar, How dare you make such generalisations! I wanted to challenge her. I wanted to look her in the eye and ask her, "How many Americans do you really know? How many Canadians do you know?" I wanted to demand to know what she was basing her opinions on.

Later that night, lying in bed, I was thinking if only she realised how difficult it is living in a new country. Getting your bearings, finding a job, learning new things. Adapting to a new country is hard. No matter that I become accustomed to adding u’s to my words or change er’s to re’s or that I am getting better at dd/mm/yy, I will always be different. And most days I'm okay with that. But, I admit, her comment really rattled me.

I used to think that I was an ambassador to my country, that my behaviour shaped what people think of Americans. But I've changed my mind. Most Americans are like me. Most Americans are like most people in the world. We're just trying to make a living, raise children, get a little ahead, and live our lives.

A few weeks later I did end up talking to Jane about her comment. I waited for a lull in the day and when she was alone in my office. I told her that her comment the other day hurt my feelings and I knew that she didn't say it to hurt my feelings, but it did.

Jane was very apologetic and admitted that she was basing her opinion on a bus trip she took in Europe 20 years ago. She also admitted to making generalisations based on no real facts. But I wonder how many other Aussie's make this same mistake? Why do Americans love Aussies, but Aussies feel prickly toward Americans? (I know, I’m generalising!)

Anyway, I feel much better about the whole thing and I'm glad I spoke up. But I still have this lingering hurt. I suppose no one ever said being an expat (or an American, I suppose) was easy.

2006-01-27T21:09:00.000+11:00

Dreaming of Aircon

Oh My Gawd it is so hot. So FREAKING HOT. The last month the weather has just been miserable. The weather is so hot, so sticky, so oppressive that it's left me just . . . limp. Even Asta is constantly panting and splayed out on the lino, just trying to keep cool.

I can't sleep. The fan just blows hot air and the sheets cling like a second skin. The few hours I do manage to sleep, I dream about nicely chilled air and the sweet, sweet hum of air conditioning.

And then there are the bugs! After dark, we open the windows and doors to try and cool off some. The bugs clearly recognise this action as dinner time and start to squeeze themselves through the tiny squares of the screen. As I type this, there is a little black bug crawling around my laptop. Every time I try and shoo it away, it skirts my hand and then flies back. At least it's not trying to eat me or suck my blood.

And? It's only January. It won't be autumn until March.

March!

2006-01-24T22:02:00.000+11:00

Auld Lang Syne

It's funny that if I don't update regularly, so much goes on and I have so much to say that I don't know where to start. So, to cut through the crap I'll just talk about what's important - how I feel about living here, not so much of a play by play of my holiday. I actually realised a few things about myself while Sara was here.

Sara and I were up chatting and she was telling me that she's still trying to figure out "who she is." How I remembered thinking those same thoughts! Then it struck me that since I tiptoed into my thirties, I’ve pretty much accepted myself for who I am and that I'm sorta happy with me. I've come to accept my faults and while I try to keep them in check, I now consider them part of my personality. It's just who I am.

I'm quite content living in Australia and don't feel homesick very often. I was a bit concerned that I would feel torn when we took Sara to the airport. Turns out, I did not begrudge her the 14 hour trip from hell one bit. I was happy to see her off in Sydney and then return home to Canberra.

Speaking of Canberra, I really enjoy living in here, especially after visiting Melbourne and Sydney. I'm quite happy to return to the Bush Capital where the traffic isn't a nightmare, where I can breathe, where there are open spaces. I love living in the cradle of the Brindabellas. The wide expanse of yellow grass and gum trees set against a blue sky is much more appealing than a jagged city etched in the horizon.

Slowly, day by day, Richard and I are building a life here. We're making friends; I'm pondering returning to school. I'm becoming more familiar with this new country. I am eligible for citizenship in September. And tomorrow, Richard and I are attending our first Aussie barbie, outside of the family.

Crikey!

2005-12-21T20:50:00.000+11:00

Wow! Where Has The Time Gone?
The last few weeks have passed in a frenetic whirlwind. In between preparing things for my sister coming and working a lot of overtime so that I could leave for three weeks without a guilty conscience. As a result, I've simply had no time to update. Buuuuuuuuuut Sara, is finally here!

We're staying in Melbourne right now, and today we spent the day driving along the Mornington Peninsula to Sorrento so that Sara and I could dip our toes in the Indian Ocean.

The views were wonderful, but it was so windy, the seagulls were having trouble flying!

On our way back to the car, Sara spied this in the bushes and thought it was a prickly shrub - until the echidna started to move!

By the way, all these photos were taken with my new camera!

Tomorrow we're going to the Melbourne Zoo and then to see The Lion King.

See ya!

2005-11-07T22:13:00.000+11:00

Gawd I Love This Man

"So.... you want to go watch Deal or No Deal with me?"

"What the hell are you thinking?"

"Well... I was just asking."

"You know I can't stand that show."

"You know, you have it pretty easy. It's not like I watch the footy or anything."

"True. But you're like the Gameshow Boy lately! Price is Right. . . Deal or No Deal."

"What? Price is Right was sooo good last week! He won the Show Case! No one ever wins the Show Case. That's more than they win on Deal or No Deal. The Show Case was like over $200,000!"

"Can you please just stop saying Show Case?"

2005-11-05T15:16:00.000+11:00

It's About Time

For the last several ~~months~~ weeks, Richard has been going to Pickles Auction to buy a car. Each time, the car either went above what it was worth, or he was outbid.

But today, he won the bid! Here's our new car:

Obligitory blahblahblah boy stuff:

Make - FORD

Model - FALCON, BA XT, Sedan

Description - MERCURY SILVER, SEMI AUTO, 4.0 ltr, 6 cyl, Unleaded,
Multi-Point Injected

Odometer - 37,985 kilometers (23,602 miles)

Registered - Until 22/12/2005

Extras - Aircond., Airbag Dual, P/Steer, P/Wind Front, ABS, IRS, Cru. Cont, Cent.Lock, CD Player

/blahblahblah

So yeah, WE FINALLY HAVE A CAR! One more step toward that elusive freedom I've been craving for so long.

2005-10-30T22:28:00.000+11:00

Welcome to the World

Say Hello to Charlotte Maree!
Born 29 October, 2005

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

--She Walks in Beauty, Lord Byron

2005-10-25T23:14:00.000+10:00

365 Days Around the Sun

One year ago I began my Aussie adventure. And just a few hours, 30 days, and a year ago, I was huddled in bed while Richard's family descended in droves to his dad's house to see us. After sitting 14 hours in a flying sardine can in cattle class, I was more than ready to put my feet on terra firma, but meeting all of Richard's family at once had me quite frightened. I distinctly remember lying there with the mantra, "Oh my god. What have I done?," marching through my mind. I was nearly in tears.

I'm pleased to say that one year later, I actually look forward to events where we all get together. They are a great group of people and I'm happy to be part of them. Richard and I have especially grown close to his sister, Tammie, her husband, Dave, and their two children, Mikayla and Lachlin. From the very beginning I have been so grateful that Tammie let us get to know and love Mikayla and Lachlin. Sadly, they are moving to Perth in a few weeks and it will be awhile before we see them again. I can only hope they realise how much they will be missed and how it just won't seem right without them here.

But there are wonderful things to look forward to! Richard and I plan to visit Tammie and Dave in Perth next year. And sometime in the next few days (hopefully!) we'll get a call letting us know that Richard's brother, Michael, and his partner, Karen, are on the way to the hospital to have a baby girl! Karen's baby was due last Monday and we're all anxious to meet her. Another baby to get to know and love!

The thing that I was most worried about - Richard's family - turned out to be one thing that has most helped me acclimate to Australia. And no, the irony hasn't escaped me.

It's such a shock to me that I no longer think omgomgomg I am an American living in Australia. I no longer think twice about going to the mall, parking underground, and taking a freaking escalator to get to Woolies to go grocery shopping. I no longer struggle with the size of the $1 and $2 coin or find it funny that when I put a $2 coin in the drink machine at work, 2 big, heavy, 50 cent pieces plop out. My ear has become so accustomed to the Aussie accent, that I no longer remember that I'm surrounded by Aussie that all talk ~~funny~~ different. I get compliments on my accent regularly and it takes me a few beats to respond because I forget that I have the accent, that I sound ~~funny~~ different. And, I hardly ever attempt to get in on the wrong side of the car! Mostly, instead of everything being so foreign, things just seem normal.

I suppose what I most wanted to say in this entry is how proud I am of myself. I have not only survived my first year in a new country, but I am flourishing. It did take me six months to find a job, I am quite happy with what I've found. Most importantly, I really enjoy the people with whom I work.

All in all it's been a good year. I've learned that I can handle new things with relative ease - thanks to an awesome support system.

Just a few photos:

A few months ago, I had to go into the hospital for a procedure... and it was FREE:

A tiny vegemite packet, front and back:

A couple of google earth photos:

An Australian Rugby League sports schedule from the back of my drink coaster.

2005-10-03T22:09:00.000+10:00

Our puppy has grown up!

Here's Asta before his trim this morning:

And then 60 minutes later:

And then all grown up Asta sleeps, well . . . like a baby.

As of 24 September, I have lived in Australia for one year. The next post will the year wrap up!

Til' then.

2005-09-07T23:06:00.000+10:00

Katrina: The Bitch

I've never felt farther away from home as I have this last week. Katrina - she snuck up on me.

I heard that the Gulf Coast was battening down their hatches for a hurricane named Katrina. I heard that she became worse before she hit, but I had no clue as to the horror that was unfolding until I was in the Red Hill News Agency browsing the birthday card selection. Suddenly the whole shop was thick with the helpless voice of that poor man whose wife was literally pried out of his hands by that bitch Katrina. All his wife could do was make him promise to take care of his family before she was just washed away.

It was then that I plugged myself into the world and ohmygod it took a week to get help to those poor people! The pictures I see on the news here are apocalyptic at best. Mostly I feel a sense of helplessness and great sadness at the loss of so many lives, and anger as many could have been saved if help had arrived sooner.

Australians that I've spoken about Katrina are stunned that something like this could happen in America. Maybe because we don't see poor people on television. We don't see hard working people (especially in the South) living on $500 a month, choosing between heat and food. Most Australians don't realise that the American federal wage is only $5.15 an HOUR. There is this poor, hidden underbelly to America and Katrina roared in and exposed it to the world via CNN. And these are the people who had no way of evacuating. Who, if they survived Katrina and the week of no help, have only their lives left.

There are American refugees living in church basements, stadiums and Red Cross shelters. Families have to be reunited, deaths mourned, lives rebuilt. I know not many people read my little space here on Diaryland, but if you do and you haven't donated, please think about it.

Okay. Enough ranting. Here's Asta, the cutest dog in the world. I've been lax in posting pictures and my how he's grown!

Approximately six weeks:

12 weeks:

And now recently at approximately 5 months:

Aren't you just in LOVE?

2005-07-18T22:17:00.000+10:00

To Melbourne and Back Again

Friday was written that night, the rest tonight

I'm glad I encouraged Richard to upgrade to a slightly better room as our room, complete with an overstuffed sofa and two chairs, looks out over Queens Road and Albert Park. But at this moment, I am alone as Richard has gone to the shops for a bit of breakfast for us in the morning and the television is playing a foreign film. German, I think.

The long journey from the outskirts of Melbourne to the Central Business District (CBD) was like speeding through Europe, maybe on the Hogwarts Express. The area is steeped with shops that cater to every culture, taste, and sweet tooth. One shop boasted a sale on Indian clothing, their orange and red colours and careful beading made me want to take a closer look. A Lebanese sweet shop, nestled between a Chinese restaurant and a Fish and Chip shop, was so crowded with customers, people spilled out onto the streets.

The city is quite busy. Traffic tangos with trams and pedestrians at every corner and crosswalk. Now and then you must manoeuvre your way into the left lane to make a right turn. Because of the trams, I think. Men in suits, boys with backpacks, and girls in heels all race down the crowded streets to catch the tram. Veiled women chatter on their mobile phones as they stroll down the street, laughing freely. Most everyone wears black.

Saturday morning. During our drive across the expansive West Gate Bridge, Richard and I pondered the sky with one eye and agreed that, perhaps we had driven to Portland instead of Melbourne?

We found the Werribee Open Safari Zoo tucked back into the bush, down a dirt road. Finally we climbed up into the back of the truck and made our way into the paddocks. The animals, magnificent, were close enough to touch. Morning Tea was served upon a hill while rhinos munched on grass below, not a fence separating us.

Sunday morning was clear and sunny as we made our way through the city to the Queen Victoria Markets. The day - Perfect. Upon opening my car door, the sound of live music drew me up, into the market like a sailor to a siren. The buskers were dressed in red with blue striped sarapes and played so well I could have stayed there all day, but the markets beckoned.

I felt giddy, walking past the stalls of beads, fabrics, bananas, wine, and fish - surrounded by a population. Weaving in and out, bumping shoulders, hearing people bargain, listening to the blending of accents like the pouring of milk into my tea.

On the way home on Monday, we stopped to stretch our legs and have a Devonshire Tea in Glenrowan, a village that boasts Ned Kelly's last stand.

And again later, in Ettamogah to snap a photo of the famous pub.

And then we were home.

It was good to be home.

2005-06-26T23:11:00.000+10:00

Bits and Pieces
For all of you who are Up Over instead of Down Under, we are well in the midst of winter. There is some sort of marketing ploy to make people all over the world think that Australia is a tropical playground. Let me just tell you, that the bottom half of Australia is not tropical and actually feels like winter in the Pacific Northwest. There is no playing going on, unless you count the mad dash from the car to house. Brisk isn't so much of a term that is used to describe the weather, but rather how you walk to get inside.

It's rainy. It's cold. It's windy. It has been -3 C (26 F). Yah, I know, that's not that cold. I, too, have been in much colder weather, not to mention ice, freezing rain and snow. But what makes Canberra's cold so bad is that many homes (and work places) are so totally not cold weather worthy. There is no duct heating. No central heat and air, just wall units in central locations. So ummm...think of me when you're all out in the balmy July heat, okay?

This past weekend we were kitty/house sitting for Richard's Dad and Jill. On our drives to their home, we've seen heaps kangaroos. And twice this weekend we saw a huge male kangaroo munching on grass in a neighbour’s yard near their house. Each time I am thrilled to bits. The newness just does not wear off!

I have fallen two times in the last two weeks. Once at work, and then just Saturday night in Geoff and Jill's driveway. So now I'm sporting a bruised wrist and ankle, a sore knee, and gravel imbedded in the palm of my hand. And no, I don't know what the hell is wrong with me.

Asta is growing so fast. He has more than doubled his size in the last 5 weeks! Richard and I are taking Asta to Puppy Preschool once a week and so far, he's the star pupil! He can already "sit" and "drop." Now we're working on "stay." Puppy Preschool is good because Asta gets to play and socialise with 10 other puppies instead of grumpy Ned and Ebony, my Mother-In-Law's mutts. They are good dogs, but not too keen on this barky puppy who always wants to play. And they are a bit jealous of mother-in-law's attention.

My sister, Sara, is planning on visiting in December and January. I can not WAIT to show her Australia. I'm secretly hoping to get her here and then convince her to stay!

Pictures!

Asta at 12 and 13 weeks, respectively.

An Echidna and a Diamond Dove.

The neices and nephews:

Bailey, 7, on his new motorbike and brother Jordon, 4, grinning for the camera.

Mikayla, 3 1/2, playing at the park and Lachlan, 1 1/2 up close and personal!

Nathanael when he was younger, and then at his first birthday party last February. I love the expression on his face in the first picture! Is it me, or does Nathanael look a lot like Jordan?

And last, a picture Richard recently captured of the carillon in the early morning. He calls the photo "Blue Moon."

2005-05-25T10:25:00.000+10:00

More Puppy Pictures

Cause he's SOOOOO cute!

2005-05-21T23:19:00.000+10:00

Welcome To The Family

He doesn't have a name yet, any suggestions? We're leaning towards Asta, from The Thin Man movies.

2005-05-15T15:42:00.000+10:00

Canberra Morning

Shots that Richard took early this morning.

2005-05-10T20:26:00.000+10:00

Too Chicken To Cross the Road

So I've successfully moved all the way around the world. I have managed to find a good job. I can go shopping by myself on the bus and I can almost tell which Australian coins are which. My ear is starting to become accustomed to the Aussie accent. I can eat meat pies and sausage rolls with the best of them - gravy on the chips, tomato sauce on the pie/roll. I felt it necessary to change "er" to "re", my "z's" to "s's" and add "u's" to my "o's" because, when in Rome . . .. And I have actually found myself starting to use a bit of Aussie slang - without realising it.

But do you know what I can't seem to figure out? How to cross the FREAKING Road. It sounds so simple, doesn't it? Just look both ways and make a break for it. Except it doesn't work so well when you've looked LEFT RIGHT LEFT for the past thirty years of your life and suddenly the cars are coming RIGHT LEFT RIGHT. It's a recipe for disaster, especially when you factor in The Aussie Driver.

Drivers in Australia are much different than the typical American drivers. American drivers would acknowledge that you're trying to get across the road by slowing down enough so that you can SAFELY step onto the curve. Aussie drivers speed up when they register the alarm in your face just so they can add your dead, tire-stripped body to the other notches on their bull bar.

So, yeah, living in another country is hard. It can kill!

Or at least smoosh you.

2005-05-08T04:15:00.000+10:00

The State of Stephene

May 21st will mark eight months that I have lived in Australia. And I can say that I feel as if I'm settling in very well. I am becoming more familiar with the city I live in and my ear is becoming accustomed to the fall and rise of the Aussie tongue. In fact, I've started picking up a bit of the slang. Last week I was washing up and asked Richard, who was drying, to hand me the scrubber just beyond my reach. As he did, I said, "ta." Richard didn't notice, but I nearly hit the floor.

I finally started working last month. When you're out of work for over six months, it's a bloody awesome thing to actually work again. Yes, I'm equally shocked at those words, but there you go. I work with a not-for-profit company that runs an aged care facility and two hostels (low care facilities) in Canberra and Queanbeyan. I was hired as the relief administrative assistant. My job is to fill in when someone goes on leave or is out sick, and I've been also been working on resident charts and training in payroll, which is a bit frightening for me, but I'm trying to push that aside and just LEARN. I’ve also been training in an accounting program called Finance One and next week I'll be learning rostering, which seems to be the fine art of doing the schedule. We'll see how that goes. It's exciting because I don't often do the same job twice, and the pay is waaay more than I've ever made before.

I admit I was worried about anti-American sentiment when I started working. It's all well and good to stay in your own circle of home, family, and shopping, but when you expand that circle to include a job, there are more chances to meet people and to be judged by your nationality. Fortunately this company seems to encourage a multi-cultural atmosphere as there are RN's from Zimbabwe, and other people from countries like Ireland and Thailand. I'm the only American, though! Something I feel everyday when I open my mouth.

We all have heard horror stories about in-laws that treat their daughter's-in-law badly, but I am so happy that this hasn't been the case for me. Everyday I try to take time to remember what an awesome family I have been adopted into. Richard's family have treated me very well from the time I stepped on this island. I hope they all know how much I appreciate them. Being away from my own family is difficult enough, but having them there has helped me deal with making a new life in Australia.

Not only am I lucky to have awesome in-laws, I live in a beautiful city. Canberra has shown me three seasons so far, each one different and beautiful. Right now it is autumn in Australia and Canberra is both a mix of native and English flora. It's so beautiful that I wanted to document the colourful season!

While the trees are changing colours everywhere, it is most noticeable around Lake Burley Griffin:

I thought the red tree in the photo of the National Library was awesome.

I've been to the International Flag Display several times and I always enjoy seeing the flags wave in the wind. The Flag Display depicts the city’s international population with 80 flags dedicated to the United Nations and other nations that have a diplomatic presence.

These photos were taken in Yarralumla, one of the cities oldest suburbs. The city streets remind me of autumn in New England. I also love the contrasting white gum trees with the red and gold colours of autumn.

A few people have mentioned how awesome the photos are on my Diary. If you didn’t already know, my husband, Richard, takes all the photos for this site and has started his own. His site is in its infancy now, but check it out and stay tuned to see what photos he puts up there.

Until next time!

2005-04-10T00:02:00.000+10:00

Updates

On Easter Sunday Richard and I made the 3 hour trek North to drool all over the Dave Matthews Band, who were performing at the State Theatre in the Sydney CBD.

This concert was special for us because we had planned on seeing the Dave Matthews Band at the Columbia Gorge before we left America, but we were unable to get tickets as they sold out quickly. In my sad attempt at cheering up Richard after he realised that the Columbia Gorge venue would be the last time we would get to see them in America, I said, "Maybe the DMB will come to Australia!" And come to Australia they did!

The show, of course, was incredible. Richard snuck his camera in and took as many shots as possible before he was caught and had to put his camera away.

The State Theatre is gorgeous, but, unfortunatley, only seated 2000. However, Richard and I agree, spending Easter with the Dave Matthews Band and listening to people screaming in the audience, "APPY EASTAH, DAAAVE!" was just about the best Eastah holiday ever.

So after job hunting for six months, I can finally say that I'm employed!

Hip Hip Hooray!
Hip Hip Hooray!
Hip Hip Hooray!

I'm working for Baptist Community Services as a relief administrative assistant. On Monday I'm being trained in payroll, too. Scary, isn't it? Scary indeed! Just Friday I overheard a staff member become increasingly upset with the payroll department via the phone because his check was incorrect - AGAIN. Can I just say, that could soooo be me on the other end of the line?

So I'm not sure how the new job will work out, but either way, it will be Australian experience and references - Something I'll need for the next job.

I'm definitely feeling more settled in Australia these days. I dare to hope that the difficult adjustment period is over and only good things are on the horizon. I’ll write more on this later.

Must. Sleep. Now. All work and no sleep make Stephene a very grouchy girl.

Just ask Richard.

I thought I would leave you with a couple of things.

The first section are the sounds I hear in my neighbourhood every day, especially in the morning. (Click on the picture to hear the sound, hover to see its name.)

And just when you thought Aussie animals looked all cute and cuddly:

And just because I thought it sounded spooky:

2005-03-24T03:12:00.000+11:00

It was a perfect day and it was a Saturday.

And She was feeling a little crowded and He was feeling a little cabin feverish so they stole away into the city to picnic, to smile up at the sun, and to be alone together.

Sitting on the grass near the lake, they ate their lunch and she felt happy and a little cold, but mostly she felt peaceful. Soon a seagull found them and she threw a Cheese and Bacon Shape. They laughed, watching the seagull wrestle and then swallow the offering in one gulp. Soon two black swans, clearly a couple, glided near and they were fed, too.

Then it was time to go and soon they found themselves at the carillon where penguins were busy setting up for a wedding. As they made their way around the small island, he snapped pictures and she strolled under the arbour of Weeping Willows, their leaves like fingertips dipping and drifting in the lake. Sometimes they found each other and held hands and talked. They kissed.

She enjoyed the quietness of the place, the shaded arch of the trees over the path, and the tall carillon. He crept up on a bird sunning his self, unaware, and snapped a picture. They marvelled over the BBQ and vowed to come back soon.

They left just as the bride was driving up; meanwhile they both wondered why people choose to wear black to a wedding? They laughed, full of love, each other and time and contentment.

It was last Saturday and it was perfect.

2005-03-11T01:26:00.000+11:00

Money Matters

March 1st was officially the first day of autumn in Australia and while the weather is still quite warm in the late morning and afternoons, you can smell the changing of the seasons in the air. I'm looking forward to some cooler weather as this is the first time in a year that Richard and I have experienced Autumn and Winter. Canberra is supposed to be beautiful in the fall, I can't wait!

In other news, I thought I'd let you know that I'm feeling a bit better than my last post. I think it's important for everyone to remember it wouldn't be fair if I only posted warm fuzzies. Living in a new country is hard at the best of times, especially at first. Leaving out the not so warm fuzzies would only give you half the story and isn't true to the goals of my diary - to give you glimpses of my experiences and to document my assimilation into Australian life. I think I’m doing well, and am proud of myself for keeping it together for going on six months!

When you move to another country, there are so many big things that you must first become accustomed to, that you are often flabbergasted with the small stuff. This has happened to me on a number of occasions, the latest one dealing with Australian money.

Nothing throws me faster than getting some cash out of the ATM and seeing a RED $20 bill pop out at me. While the machine groans and moans, trying to decide whether to give me my money or not, I stand there and remind myself to expect a red $20. And you know what? IT DOESN'T MATTER! Each time I'm a little stunned to see a red note peak out.

Not only are Australian notes all different colours, but they are also different sizes and made out of polymer, a plastic-like material. If you crumble a $20 note in your hand and let go, it will fly out of your hand like a bird. Also different are Australian coins. There are no pennies, and the coin sequence is 5 cent, 10 cent, 20 cent, 50 cent, $1 and, finally, $2! Nothing like paying for a $16 book with a $20 note and receiving two $2 dollar coins as change! Not only that, but counting out bus fare is like being 5 years old again! I have to look at the reverse side of each coin to see its worth because I haven't learned them by site yet. Can you imagine why I haven't applied for jobs that I require me to give change or deal with money? And did you know the Queen is on the back (front) of each and every coin and note? (Scroll to bottom of page if you would like to see pictures of Aussie notes and coins)

Australia has around 12 public holidays a year, and in March it's time for Canberra Day! The official day is March 12th, but the Aussies like to party, so celebrations and activities go on for 2 weeks. To start things off, Skyfire, a huge fireworks display over Lake Burley-Griffin, was held last Saturday. Richard and I went and he took pictures! Here you go:

You can just see the carillon in the background. Awesome, eh?

And some Aussie coins and notes:

L to R
5 cent, $2, 10 cent, $1, $1, & 20 cent. (no 50 cent pictured)

2005-02-22T00:14:00.000+11:00

The Honeymoon is SO Over

So I haven't posted in awhile. Partly because I haven't had a lot to say and partly, perhaps mostly, is because I'm up to my overgrown eyebrows in dealing with my day to day life right now and I like to keep things positive and light here. But I guess it's time for some reality.

The facts:

1. After submitting over 100 resumes, I still do not have a job.

2. We are living with my mother-in-law, who I am quite fond of. She is extremely accomodating and I am very thankful she is allowing us to live with her. But, let's face it? Richard and I are ready for our own place.

3. Richard had to quit his full-time job because he is now attending university. This means we have even less money and we can't even act like proper uni students because we both detest beer.

4. I have now reached that magic point in my time away from America where friends I knew then have forgotten me and life has moved on for them. What they do not realise is that I need them now more than ever.

5. I now call my job rejection letters "you suck" letters, not because I particularly suck, but because it's funny. No really. It is.

6. While I do not miss America, I do miss my family and the familiar.

7. It's hard for me to write about how difficult it is assimulating into a new country because I don't want people to worry about me. I want them to think that this is easy, that I'm a strong person, and that I can handle this adventure.

8. Despite this list, I do like it here. I do not want to go move back to America, I just would like people to tell me: You WILL find a job. You are capable. You will be fine.

9. I am learning independence all over again. I like it.

10. Somedays I am looking out the bus window, looking over at the gum trees, up at the cockatoos sitting on the telephone wires and at the big blue sky and I remind myself that I am living in Australia... ME! Stephene! AUSTRALIA??!?!

Amazing.

Common sign found on Aussie roads

2005-01-31T01:38:00.000+11:00

I Kid You Not

When one thinks of Australian wildlife, kangaroos, koalas, and maybe dingos are the first things that may come to mind. However, few people realise that Australia is also known for a special type of bear called the ursula chockablock. These bears aren't too common in Australia at all. In fact, the only place they can be seen, outside of zoos, mind you, is a stretch of road on the way to a village called Bungendore. Luckly, we live within driving distance.

We picked a warm, sunny day to make the trek. Richard packed his camera and I packed some honey and bread crumbs to lure the bears down the tall gum trees. We set out early afternoon in hopes the bears would be awake and the traffic light so we could easily pull of the road. We were only told two bits of advice when hunting this bear. Always look for bright spots of colour in the gums as the ursula chockablock have odd coloured fur from the hot Aussie sun, and watch out for snakes!

We didn't have to drive too far when the first one came into view.

We caught this second shot in a hurry as the bear nearly scrambled out of sight. I'm told they tend to move quick when startled.

By the time we drove into Bungedore, we counted 30 bears all along the 35 kilometer trip. On the way home, Richard also captured a rare photo of the pink, poisonous snake named stuffedus aspus.

A pretty sucessful day, don't you think?

2005-01-19T11:16:00.000+11:00

Crikey!

Few of you know why Richard and I uprooted our lives to move to Australia. There were lots of reasons, really. Richard missed his family, we felt our lives were in a rut, and I wanted to get to know his family as he had mine. But the real reason was that Richard wanted to go back to university and get a degree.

When we lived in Oregon this just wasn't possible. Richard made more money than I did and we needed him working to keep us in our home and all the other necessities of living. We have dreams of someday owning our own home and a slice of land. I'd like a garden and some flowers; Richard wants to put up bird feeders and houses all over the yard so we can watch birds in the mornings and evenings. We want a home we can paint and make our own. Put simply enough, We. Want. More.

One night, after work, we were sitting on the sofa, once again dreaming about our country cottage when we struck upon an idea. After working on the legistics, we decided to move to Australia, live like paupers, and get Richard through Uni. And so began our journey.

Richard applied to the Australian National University (ANU) in August of 2004. He signed up for a double major of Science and Psychology to become a Park Ranger. When Richard applied to the ANU, we learned that he wouldn't know if he was accepted until this month - 13 months after I sent my spousal migration application in, 10 months after I was granted permanent residency and given permission to live and work in Australia, 6 months after we started the quarentine process for Tuppence, 4 months after we arrived in Australia.

So basically, we came to Australia on faith. Faith that we would find jobs, faith in ourselves, faith in our marriage, faith in each other. And faith that Richard would get accepted into the Australian National University.

The preliminary round of ANU offers went out the first week of January. Richard logged on to the ANU website and found that he did not get an offer. Two weeks later another round of offers went out for year 12 graduates and mature age students. Richard did not get an offer then, either. The main round of offers went out this morning. When Richard logged onto the ANU's website, he was given an OFFER!

RICHARD'S GOING BACK TO UNI!

I'm so excited for him. Feel free to send some cheers and conga-rats his way!

2005-01-12T00:52:00.000+11:00

“Food is our common ground, a universal experience.”James Beard

Before I bore you with (even more) details of the strangeness of Aussie food, let me just start with a public service announcement: box sets are like manna from heaven! I realise I'm a bit slow to jump on the DVD box sets bandwagon, but I admit that it's so nice to watch your favourite show uninterrupted by screaming commercials. Not to mention continuity!

Okay, so yeah, I'm here to talk to you about food again. And yes, I'm beginning to wonder if I should be writing for the Food Network instead of the Down Under Diary. Please just bear with me.

Anyway, I know that I've been concentrating on food a lot lately, but it's really the one thing that is so different that I constantly have to deal with, you know, like three times a day. This time, however, I thought I would show you some familiar foods in different packaging, along with some stranger foods that you may not have seen before.

What cracks me up regarding the Raisin/Sultana Bran is that both commercials use the same "Heard It From the Grape Vine" theme. I can only imagine Marvin Gaye is glad he doesn't know What's Going On.

I've never actually eaten Teddies, but they look good.

While these bags do not actually look alike, they are both ridged chips. When Geoff and Jill visited us in America, they said they wanted nothing better than a bag of Smith's Chips. I have similar feelings over mayo.

Snap! Crackle! and Pop! look pretty much the same. Wouldn't it be cool if Snap! was a kangaroo, Crackle! was a koala, and Pop! was a cocky?

What's with the monkey?

Jatz and Ritz are not exactly the same, Jatz is less buttery and more like a saltine, but they are close. I've been told that Ritz can be purchased in Australia, but I haven't seen them yet.

The rest of the pics are foods that do not (to my knowledge) have American counterparts.

This is the type of pumpkin that is often served with potatoes. It can be roasted or boiled and then mashed together with potatoes. Yum!

Tim Tams are nothing more than the best Australian sweet ever made. Tim Tams are good on their own, but best if you nibble off the ends and then sip tea through it. As it starts to melt, you pop the Tim Tam into your mouth. If you time it right, the chocolate seems to just explode in your mouth. All creamy and chocolately and crunchy.

These are the famous sausages that Aussies grill with lots and lots of onions at barbies across the nation. They aren't like American hot dogs and they aren't like breakfast sausages either. Definitely different.

The sausage rolls are the meat from the sausages stuffed inside a pastry. This is the way I prefer my sausages, with chips and lots of tomato sauce (catsup).

If I let him, meat pies would be a daily staple in Richard's diet. There are lots of meat pies, steak and kidney, chicken and curry, and some with potato in them. They are sorta like pot pies in America, except crustier, less gravy, and meatier. And you can eat them without a fork. And you have to have lots of tomato sauce on them.

Kraft cheese spread is actually good. It's not like cheese whiz or velveeta. I think it's real cheese. It's good on toast or crumpets.

Australian cheese is called "Tasty" cheese and is very different from the cheeses I ate in America. The most popular cheese is white mild cheddar that tastes pretty good. I haven't seen any medium or sharp cheese cheddar or any Colby for that matter. These two cheese brands are most popular. Bega (bee-gah) is a small town along the south coast. Coon is a brand name you wouldn't dare use in America.

Prawn crackers are served at Asian restaurants, but you can also get them at the shops. I never tasted them until I moved here, so I'm not sure if they are available in America. They taste just like the name. Sorta like shrimp, sorta sweet, and they are crunchy/puffy.

Pikelettes are small sweetened pancakes and they are oh so good.

Crumpets are another one of Richard's favourite foods. They are good with the Kraft cheese spread and toasted in the oven.

And cordial. Cordial is this concentrated juice stuff. You put a bit in the bottom of your glass and then fill it up with water. Sort of like fruity Kool-aide.

And my absolute favorite Aussie food brand is:

(Be sure to click on the photo so you get the whole effect)

2005-01-01T22:48:00.000+11:00

Belated Birthday Entry

I hope everyone was as spoiled this Christmas as I was! Not only was Christmas good, but I've had a great start to the New Year as well! My mother and aunt are on the precipise of being on speaking terms again, and I chatted with my brother, Shaun, today on his 21st birthday. He was recently married and is doing well. There's nothing like distance to make you love your family to pieces, is there?

Okay on to the birthdays.

Every year since Richard and I have been married, we have gone away for our birthdays. His birthday is just 2 days before mine, so we celebrate together. This year we decided to go to Bateman's Bay, a two hour drive away, to spend our birthdays lazing near the beach (my idea), going to Birdland, and the Mogo Zoo (Richard's idea). We had a wonderful time. It was nice to just get away.

We were pleasantly surprised at our accomodation. The house had a large balcony on the side facing the sea, with large windows and sliding glass doors that allowed you to take it all in - even when indoors. In fact, the house was so close to the sea that at night, we fell asleep to the sound of the waves crashing upon the beach.

On Sunday, we spent the day just relaxing around the house and strolling along the beach. We came across these plastic looking jellyfish and I had Richard snap some pictures so I could share them with you. The smooth side is the top, the other, the bottom.

On Monday we ventured out to Batemans Bay proper and had a look around town. This image was taken across from Batemans Bay so you can see the jaunty look of the town.

Monday afternoon we found this lovely lake right in the middle of Batemans Bay. A wooden bridge stretched across the middle of the lake, with a path continuing around the back side. We had a nice time wandering along the path and watching the black swans and other fowl follow us, waiting for a bit of bread. (Note to self: bring bread to feed swans next time) The black swans are just beautiful and are the only colour of swans to be found in Australia.

Tuesday had us spending the morning at the Mogo Zoo and Birdland. Mogo zoo is a nice zoo, but Richard took some of the best pictures at Birdland. We arrived just in time to tour the animal enclosures before the 2:30 wombat and python petting! And pet we did - well, all except the echidna.

We returned home on Wednesday morning, reluctantly, but content. It was a great miniholiday. Next year, I think we'll go to the Blue Mountains.

Just a couple of maps for you to look at so you can see where I am and where I've been.

2004-12-23T10:48:00.000+11:00

In Memory of Tuppence

5 July 1998 ~ 23 December 2004

My little dog:
A heartbeat at my feet.
- Edith Wharton

2004-12-22T01:16:00.000+11:00

Stephene's Top 10 List of Aussie Strangeness,
But Not Necessarily Badness

Okay. I'm not sure if it's because Christmas is 'round the corner or what, but I've made a list (and checked it twice).

10. Banks, grocery stores, and Medicare offices are located in the mall.

I know I mentioned this before, but I had to say it again. It's rather strange going to the mall to open a bank account, go grocery shopping, and to request a new Medicare (insurance) card. I have to admit its kinda cool, though. It takes one-stop shopping to a whole new level.

9. Fast food burgers are different.

I realise that many, many people hate fast food. I happen to be one of people who loves a good greasy cheeseburger now and then. Unfortunately, the Aussie fast food just doesn't hold a candle to a Jack in the Box burger. The bacon tastes hammy, the mayo is too sweet, and I miss the endless supply of ketchup packets. Oh. And cheese.

P.S. When ordering an "Aussie Bob" burger, remember to say HOLD THE BEETROOT. You'll thank me.

8. Lemonade/Sprite controversy.

So, if you're really thirsty and some kind soul offers you some lemonade and you take a big gulp, not noticing that lack of colour in your glass because you're so parched, just remember that the chest pain you're feeling is really just the carbonation and not a heart attack. I'm just saying.

7. Fruit Mince Pies (Mincemeat Pies)

All my life - all 32 years - I have turned my nose up at mincemeat pies sold in America. I always thought that the pies contained a mysterious and poisonous concoction of both FRUIT and MEAT. This myth was perpetuated by my husband who called hamburger "mince." Now, thanks to Jill, I have been shown the error of my ways. Fruit mince pies are all fruit and all good!

6. Shops Close Early

I really hate it when it's 5 p.m. and you need to get a birthday cake on a Saturday and the local bakery, just 5 minutes up the road from you, is closed up tighter than a girdle on a Baptist minister's wife at an all-you-can-eat pancake breakfast. Hypothetically, of course.

5. Aussie Flies

Aussies are known around the world for many, many things, some of which are: sexy accents, beer, Nicole Kidman, beer, Steve Erwin, beer, BBQs, and finally, beer. But what they don't tell you about are the flies. On Friday Richard, Tuppence, and I went to Namadgi National Park to picnic. We were swarmed with flies the very nanosecond we opened the car door. It was like something out of The Amityville Horror! I became well practiced with the Aussie Salute in no time. I swear the flies always seemed to go for the nose and mouth and no amount of "saluting" worked. Do you know the old lady who swallowed a fly? Maybe she wasn't so old, after all. Maybe she was 32.

4. Aussie Food

Since living in Australia, I have grown to like a couple of Aussie staples: Rissoles and pumpkin. Rissoles (RI-soles) are sorta like large meatballs, but taste a bit different. They are yummy with roasted potato and pumpkin. Yes, that's right - pumpkin. This orange gourd is a vegetable instead of a Halloween sweet or a candle toting Jack o' Lantern. Pumpkin soup is tasty, too.

3. Roundabouts

These little things are awesome. One of the things I enjoy about Canberra is low level of traffic, even at peak times. These little inventions make the traffic move quicker so there is less stopping and starting. They are all over Canberra and I've seen them in Jerrabomberra, too. On a good day, Richard and I can drive through several intersections to get to his dad's house in Jerra (15 minutes away, and across the ACT/NSW state line) without stopping once.

2. Seat Belt Positioning.

Okay, this one might take a bit of your imagination.

I am typically a passenger in the car. Being a passenger and growing up in America, I am accustomed to doing these four things: a. Opening the right side of the car, b. sitting down, c. closing the car door, and d. reaching over my right shoulder with my right hand to pull the seat belt across me.

After living here for the last few months, I am now accustomed to doing steps A, B & C on the left, but D gets me 9/10 times! I always catch my right hand mid-grab, reaching for a seatbelt that just isn't there.

1. Movie Ticket Prices

A few weeks ago Richard and I went to go see Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason on a weeknight, before dark. I mention that because in all the places I've lived in America, it's cheaper to go before six, mid-week.

Okay, so Richard goes ahead and pays for our tickets while I stay back and mosey around the cinema. A few minutes later, I spy him on his way to join me, his eyes wide with surprise. I asked him, "What's wrong?" He looked at me and mouthed "fifteen DOLLARS?!?" I said, "WHAT?" He quietly handed over my movie ticket. I glanced at it and felt my jaw unhinge and thud on the carpet.

Take a look and see if your jaw doesn't drop to the floor, too.

Next entry I'll have pictures from the birthdays and these plasticine jellyfish that washed up on the beach.

2004-12-12T01:12:00.000+11:00

. . . A time to weep, and a time to laugh . . .

It's not been a good few weeks here in Australia.

A few weeks ago our dog was sprawled out on our bed taking a nap. When I sat down to give him a cuddle, I noticed this lump on his side. He had lost a bit of weight when he was in quarantine. I alerted Richard who agreed that we should just watch it.

A week or two later I decided to take Tuppence to the vet and have his weight loss and lump checked. The vet’s face changed when she ran her hands over the lump. She advised us to have an x-ray of his tummy and some blood work. We quickly agreed.

The vet called that evening to let us know that one of Tuppence’s kidneys was significantly larger than the other, but his blood work suggested that his kidney function was normal. We were told just to watch the lump and bring him in every 2 weeks to check his weight. Richard and I breathed a collective sigh of relief and cuddled our sweet dog.

Another week went by. Sunday morning. Again, Tuppence was resting on our bed. I went to give him a pat and noticed the lump seemed bigger. Richard saw it, too. Back to the vet we went. This time the vet referred us to another vet for an ultrasound and a needle biopsy to see what was going on. I called and made an appointment.

"Nothing by mouth after 8:00 p.m. the night before, "the vet's receptionist told us, "and don't let him wee in the morning." And so we did. 8:45 Thursday morning found us in the vet’s office with a trembling dog in our laps. I think Tuppence already knew what the vet was going to tell us. We reluctantly handed Tuppence over and were told to come back at 4:00 p.m. to find out the results.

At 4:00 p.m. we were ushered back to the ultrasound machine to look at pictures of my sweet dog's abdomen. Looking back, I wasn't prepared for what he told us. I honestly thought it was just a cyst - something that could be removed with a minor operation. Sadly, no, Tuppence has advanced cancer. While the vet showed us image and image, I found it hard to focus on his voice. Something about a dark mass here and a destroyed organ there. Suddenly I felt breathless as though I were drowning deeper, deeper and struggling upward for air and my voice. But what was there to ask or say?

After a week of consulting doctors on his chances of surviving chemotherapy, Richard and I have opted to give Tuppence quality over quantity. We decided to forego any invasive treatments because all the other options had a minimal chance of working. However, Tuppence is doing well. He's sleeping more than usual, slowing down a bit. Unfortunately, all three vets we have consulted with were amazed that Tuppence was doing so well - and that we could expect "something" to happen in the next few weeks.

Next week we are spending our birthdays on the coast and plan on taking Tuppence with us. Our last memories of him will consist of beaches, tennis balls, and lazy days in the sun instead of chemotherapy, IV injections, and weekly vet visits. For those who know Richard and me, know that Tuppence is the apple of our eyes. Neither of us has known a dog as good, as loving, and as sweet as our Tuppence. Our hearts are breaking.

2004-11-15T17:23:00.000+11:00

Three Exciting Events

Over the last few weeks Richard and I experienced three exciting events.

It had been raining all week and there we were sitting in the lounge room. All of a sudden BAM CRACK PING . We shot to the window to see what happend and saw the biggest hail I've ever seen in my young adult life. We’re talking atleast golf balls here. I wish I was quick thinking - like those girls on CSI. You know, when they pull out five dollar note to compare the size of the hail. It was humongo.

And then later that week I was getting ready for bed. Before I go into details I must tell you that I am not afraid of snakes or spiders. I paid little attention to those people who warned me about Australia’s famous (infamous?) dangerous spiders. While it is true that Australia has some of the deadliest snakes and spiders in the world, I was living in the city. Those poisonous slimies only live out in the bush.

So, I’m getting ready for bed, right? When I pulled the covers back
to get in I saw the biggest, nastiest White Tailed Spider I’ve ever seen taking a nap in my bed! Even after yelling for Richard to come
take it outside, I had the worst case of the willies. You know, the kind where you feel stuff crawling on you after the lights go out? And okay, it’s not a poisonous spider. In terms as spiders go, it’s actually good to have around because it eats other spiders and bugs. But NOT in my bed, thankyouverymuch.

The best thing about last week was our trip to the aviary. Before you walk in you are handed an apple. The rainbow lorikeets love the apples and will sit on your arm or shoulder to nibble out of your hand.

Turquoise Parrot

Supurb Parrot

Juvenile Red Rump Parrot

Male Red Bishop

Rainbow Lorikeet

Lutino Rainbow Lorikeet (sort of like a yellow albino)

King Parrot

Golden Pheasant. This bird is actually from China.

Eastern Yellow Robin

And finally a photo of Little Corellas that Richard snapped a picture of in the back yard.

2004-11-15T17:00:00.000+11:00

Memories

Lying in bed last night, I had a whole entry worked out in my head. Now all I can do is stare at this empty white computer screen and try to remember what it was that I wanted to say. I'm fairly certain that I wanted to talk about myself. About how I feel, living in Australia so far away from my family and the country I've known since birth. I also thought a serious entry was in order, one that wasn't about the differences so much as how separate I sometimes feel.

But what's really on my mind is something all together different. Last Friday I went to a scrap booking class. Tammie, Richard's sister, and I went together and had a good time. I won't kid you - I nearly chickened out, but it was good for me and I enjoyed meeting new people. At one point the consultant chatted with us about the sort of scrapbook we would like to do and I remembered I had this old album of photos that belonged to my grandmother. In fact, my last memory of my grandmother was visiting her in the nursing home. We spent the whole day looking at old photos. Me listening to her stories, my grandmother remembering those who had died. She knew her time was ending and this, I realised later, was her goodbye to me. I took the pictures with me that day when I left and, although it has caused some family strife, I've had them ever since. They even travelled to Australia with me.

So, having just heard how bad it is for photos to be archived in the exact photo album that I had my grandmother's photos in, I decided to tackle these photos for my first album. Later that night, going through the pictures in my mind, I recalled this one blurry photo of the campground I spent 3 weeks at every summer. Since then, those summers have been all I can think about. When my mind wanders lately, it is to the Ozarks and those hot, carefree summers that I find my thoughts. While I try not to Disney those summers, I will say that those 3 weeks contained the best days of my childhood. Everything else was good, but staying at Owl's Bend was the preverbal cherry on top.

I had my bike, my youth, and miles and miles of trails to ride, trees to climb, fish to catch, water to swim, and rocks to collect. My grandparents turned me loose in the morning and I had the whole day to explore, often on my own. I remember being alone a lot in the summers there, but I don't remember ever minding it. It was a place to be alone with yourself, to think your own thoughts. We gathered together at night, around the fire, and roasted marshmallows. It wasn't uncommon for someone, somewhere to play their guitar and sing, their music drifting through our campfire like smoke.

I was 12 the last summer we went to Owl's Bend. My grandfather died in December that year. How did we keep going? How could we go back? Every tree, every picnic table, every mile of the trip would have whispered his name. I will be 32 in December and it was in those summers that I felt the most at peace. With myself, with the world. I can not remember a time since when I have felt so free, so unburdened, so . . . connected. My in-laws like to tease me about this desire I have to live away from the city. When I'm feeling wistful, I use the internet to look for homes around Canberra, always searching for the rural areas. I have always wanted open space, room to breath. I dream of taking a cuppa out to the back porch to watch the sun set, the huge Australian sky open all around me. It is my hope that it is there that I will find a sense of peace, a connection to something that is bigger than you or I.

2004-11-04T22:08:00.000+11:00

Get a Job!

A few days ago at a family gathering Chris, Richard's older brother, asked me if I felt like I was still on holiday or if I was finally settling in. I think I’m finally settling in, though things still feel a little "free." Some days I have to stop myself and say I am actually living, below the equator, halfway around the world, in Australia. While my ear is becoming somewhat accustomed to the accent, I'm still working on understanding the slang. Here are a few words I've heard recently.

Overheard in an office just today: "How ya feeling, James? Still crook? - Crook means unwell or sick. Sometimes you're not just crook, but you've gone crook.

Also overheard in an office today: "Are you comfortable filling in for another employee in case they chuck a sickie?" - Chucking a sickie is calling in to work. It sounds like a pretty common practice here, especially on long weekends.

Yesterday Richard asked me, "Have you seen my sunnies?" - Sunglasses!

A phrase I have heard quite a bit, "Don't worry about finding a job, she'll be right!" This is often followed by "No worries!" - I'm not sure who 'she' is, but this means everything will turn out okay, don't worry about it.

Heard quite a bit when I mention that I'd like to live a bit out of the city, "Why do you wanna live way out in Woop Woop? - I've looked for Woop Woop alllll over Australia, but all I've been able to find is Wagga Wagga. Hence, Woop Woop is the middle of nowhere.

When something is just mildly amazing, you may hear, "Strewth! The weather is cold!" - Or in other words, Shesh! The weather is cold!

It's common for Judy, Richard's mum, to yell out, "Ned! Get out! You big guts ache!" - Ned is the name of one of Judy's dogs (Ebony is the other) and he likes food - all kinds. If Judy gives the dogs some leftovers, who do you think snarfs down the most? Yup, ole' guts ache.

A word you often hear is "stuffed." As you know, Americans usually use stuffed as in, "I'm so stuffed I can't eat another bite!" In Australia, you would hear stuffed in a couple of different ways. "I feel stuffed! I need to go to bed!" and "Get stuffed!"

When I'm not trying to figure out the slang, I've been working on getting a job. I had planned on holding off looking for work until January, but I've decided that working will really help me get better acclimatised. Besides, daytime television in Australia consists of soaps, The Wiggles and Dr. Phil. I think it's safe to say that I'm getting a little stir crazy. Though, I have to admit I've been a little taken with Australian television, especially Australian Idol.

If you thought Idol was big in America, you have no idea how popular it is here. Australian Idol is on not once, not twice, but three times a week. On Sundays the contestants sing and are judged by Mark, Marcia and Dicko. Then after the show, Australians call in and text message in their favourite contestant, voting as many times as they like. On Monday, the votes are counted and after an excruciatingly long amount of time, one contestant is voted off. AND THEN on Thursday, you get to go "behind the scenes" and see the contestants at the house, working on their songs for the following Sunday.

Yummy stuff. I (and the rest of Australia) just can't seem to get enough of it. Yah, so this is why I really need to get a job. Ahem.

Time for pictures!

A few weeks ago I posted some pictures of Floriade. During Floriade, buildings around Lake Burley-Griffin are jazzed up with lights.

This is the carillion. It is a large music box of sorts. At certain times of the day someone plays and music floats across the lake. This is also a good area of picnics, during the day of course.

This is the national library. I haven't had the chance to go, yet.

The building in pink is the old Parliment house, used from 1927 to 1988. It is now used as a museum where you can learn about the history of Australia's Parliment house. The silver point at the top is actually the new Parliment House behind.

Last Saturday we celebrated Mikayla's 3rd birthday.

Mikayla blowing out her candles. I hope she remembered to make a wish!

Kayla skipped away to put this dress on before she even finished opening her presents!

She's a big girl now.

2004-10-21T23:32:00.000+10:00

You Say Tomayto, I say Tomahto . . .

As a child growing up in Smalltown, USA, Australia was heat, red dirt, Aborigines in loin cloths, and Vegemite Sandwiches. Even Crocodile Dundee didn't help dispel the myth that Australia was uncivilised and merely a country of convicts. If you recall the scene in Crocodile Dundee when Mick first arrives in America, he's dressed like a bushman and in awe at the honking cars and cursing taxi drivers. Later, Mick tries to figure out what the mysterious fountain is next to the toilet in the bathroom of his hotel. Should he clean his boots or his backside?

Over the years, the movie settled itself into the American consciousness as to what Australia is really like. Instead of Mick being one Australian visiting the big city, Dundee becomes the Australian. Americans really have no idea what life is like here in Australia. I remember a conversation Richard and I had when we were living in our separate countries. When I asked him if Australia had microwaves and pizza, he laughed at me as if to say, What do you think we are, a third world country? I was too curious to be embarrassed.

After being here a month I can say, with experience, that Australia is a modern and very civilized country. It's very much like America in many ways. The differences are in the little things.

People in Australia really do say "G'Day!" However, they do not generally say, "G'day, Mate." Usually, "G'day" is followed by "howyagoin?" So it sounds something like "G'dayHowyagoin?"

Last night, Richard's sister, Tammie and her children came for tea, or "supper". When I asked Mikayla, her 2 year old daughter, if she would like some tomayto sauce with her chips (fries) she said, "No, but I'd like some tomahto sauce, please!"

If you are sick, you don't go in the hospital, you go "in hospital."

In the shops (stores), if you need to not trip over the step, you "mind the step," not watch the step.

If you need to go shopping for some fruit and vegetables, you go to the shops for fruit and veg.

If your feet are cold, you don't say, "Where are my slippers at?" You say, "Where are my slippers?" Aussie's do not leave their prepositions dangling!

I've also suddenly developed a taste for warm tea after dinner. I have never in my life liked tea - warm, cold, or sun. But for some reason after dinner, a warm cuppa just hits the spot.

Another thing I've noticed about Australians is their laid back style. A full time work week less than 40 hours and television shows often run over their time limit. Once when I was watching the news, the camera came back to a group of reporters standing around chatting and drinking coffee without realising that they were on camera. Most shops close at 6 pm on weeknights, 11 p.m. on Fridays, 5 p.m. on Saturdays and 4 p.m. on Sundays. By shops, I mean the malls and most business except save grocery stores and take away places. If you need to go shopping, you gotta get there early!

I learned this last weekend that the satellite in Parkes, New South Wales, was responsible for showing the world the first pictures of Neil Armstrong taking his giant leap for mankind on the moon. It's all told in a movie called, The Dish. If you can find it, you should check it out.

So far, I'm enjoying my life here in Australia. The strangest thing I've seen is Christmas decorations displayed near beach towels and sand buckets. It sure sent my mind reeling a bit. The fact that Christmas decorations are already being displayed is just killing me, but I suppose there's no reason to wait for Halloween and Thanksgiving, eh?

Okay, back to looking for a job.

Australians really like their beer... and they pay for it! Whew!

2004-10-14T02:24:00.000+10:00

When I was 13 my family moved to Oahu, Hawaii. My step-father was in the military and we were stationed there at the beginning of my 7th grade year. I enjoyed the weather in Hawaii very much. The only difference between summer and winter, that I remember, was that it rained more and we went to the beach less. Schools were built so that only the actual classrooms were inside, walking to and from classes and lunch was done in the warm sun.

Before we moved to Hawaii, in 6th grade, I began playing the clarinet. I was good and I continued it when we moved. I was glad I did because in the 8th grade we went to the Big Island on a band trip. After our concert, we had a few days to tour the island. One of the last places we visited was the Hawai'i Volcanoes National Park. This park is home to Mt. Kilauea, the world's most active volcano. Mt. Kilauea had recently erupted and we were given the rare opportunity to walk across older black lava to an observation area where you could look down and see red, seething lava roll into the ocean. For an example of what it sort of looked like, click

here.

There were two things stood out to me as we made our way across the black, crunchy lava. I first noticed it when I saw what appeared to be pieces of a metal on the ground. When I looked more closely, I saw that someone's camera had melted into a crack in the lava. Under that camera, I could see glowing, red lava. Fresh lava was moving not 1 meter under our 14 year old feet!

The other thing I cannot forget was the wind. As we moved toward to observation area, toward the fresh lava, the air became more and more hot. I felt as if I couldn't breathe. The hot air had a claustrophobic effect on me and I remember looking around wildly for the bus to get out of the wind. I felt as I were suffocating and could melt like the camera.

Yesterday we had to make the 3.5 hour trip to Sydney to take care of a few things. We needed visit our dog, Tuppence, in quarantine, pay the depot for receiving our belongings we ship via sea, and take a list of those belongings to the Australian Customs Service and the Australian Quarantine and Inspection Service (AQIS) to well, inspect. When I called to make an appointment to see Tuppence at the animal quarantine station on Monday, I was told that we must visit him before 10:00 a.m. because it was supposed it was hot and there was no shade in the exercise areas. I agreed and we set a time for 9:00 a.m.

I have to admit I didn't take the heat warning too seriously. Perhaps they just take extra good care of their animals, I rationalised. It's not as if I don't know what hot weather is like. I've lived in Tennessee, Kentucky, and Missouri and I have experienced heat and humidity as thick as pea soup. I wasn't too worried. But ohhhh, was I wrong.

It was a bit chilly when we left Canberra at 5:45 a.m. Richard had on long pants, and I wore layers. After arriving at the quarantine station at 9:15 a.m., we started shedding clothes. We only took Tuppence out for 15 minutes because he began panting. The sun just beared down on us like a speeding tailgater. Next we headed across the city to Port Botany to pay for our shipment. Let me just say, Sydney is one large, sprawling city made up of 4 million people. Getting from one side to the other isn't easy; traffic is slow no matter what.

By noon it was so hot, we couldn't run the air conditioner in the car because we were afraid the car would overheat. Of course the windows were down so you know I was sporting

Bridget Jones' hair
and fumes from every passing truck. The air seemed alive, crackling around me, yet hazy and wavy. It was so hot that I felt dizzy and miserable and suffocated, just like that day on the lava.

And finally as the traffic and stoplights gave way to trees and "Kangaroos - Next 5 K" warning signs, the air cooled off and we were able to breath. And while we still have to return to Sydney on Friday to meet with the AQIS officers to look through a few things in our shipment and on Sunday to pick up Tuppence, the weatherman assures me that this weekend the temperature will be cooler.

He bloody well better be right.

No pictures of Sydney, but one of my favorite pictures of my dog, Tuppence. He finally gets to come home on Sunday after 4 weeks of quarantine!

2004-10-12T10:12:00.000+10:00

What a fun and busy weekend!

On Saturday Richard and I went to Floriade (floor-e-odd), a free festival of flowers held in Commonwealth Park, near the centre of Canberra. With over 1 million bulbs blooming for several weeks every spring, Floriade is Canberra's gift to Australia. This year's theme was "The Wonder of Water." The designers used the theme to celebrate water in all its forms. I thought the theme was timely, given the drought Australia is now under.

In one section, the flowers took on the shape of fish, in another section blue and green flowers form an ocean of petals, complete with golden flowers simulating a sandy beach. Another section, along Lake Narang, speakers were hidden among the flowers so that when you walked through you could hear drips, drops, rapids, ripples, and rivers. Lovely! My favourite section was the lily pond. The flowers were planted to depict an impressionist floral picture of waterlilies with splashes of pink, mauve and purple. White flowers were planted among the "waterlilies" at different heights to create the movement and shape. It was just amazing.

Another highlight for me was the Canberra Symphony Orchestra! Their theme, H2Overture, included some of my favorites. Swan Lake, The Blue Danube, and Water Music. We sat on the ground among the rest of the crowd just listening and taking in the beautiful day and beautiful music. We even captured a couple of children who couldn't help themselves during Swan Lake and just started twirling about.

Floriade

There are several sets of these flags up and down Commonwealth Ave the whole month of Floriade.

Have you ever seen so much color?!

One of the "dancers."

Statue or a real man?

This is the lily pond section. I love the waves of white flowers!

Australia has only black swans. Aren't they beautiful?

This funny little bird is called a Swamp Hen.

On Sunday, Richard and I were invited to a christening. Michael, Richard's younger brother, and his fiancée, Karen, were christening and baptising their child, Nathanael. I had never attended a catholic church before, so I was excited - and nervous as I was going to meet more family - both Richard's and Karen's. I had only met Karen quickly once before, and I was anxious to meet her and get my hands on baby Nathanael.

The church was beautiful! The back wall was all windows, making the inside full of warmth and light. The service was fairly quick, with Nathanael's christening right in the middle of it. Nathanael, his parents, and godparents were called up to the altar and each were invited to form the sign of the cross on Nathanael's forehead, signifying their agreeing to the responsibility of raising Nathanael in the church. The priest said some words and then invited the rest of the family and congregation to come up and form the cross on baby Nathanael's head, welcoming him into the fold.

I did find it interesting to note that the church passed the collection plate around twice. I do not know if that is a common practice here, or even if it's an anglican or catholic custom.

After the service, we stayed for Nathanael's baptism. In the protestant church I grew up in, children were baptised when they reached the age of accountablity. It seems in the catholic church they are baptised as infants and confirmed later. For Nathanael, the priest trickled water over his head and blessed him. It was very nice.

Afterwards everyone was able to get out and stretch their legs because it was time for my first official Australian Barbie! The family gathered at Fadden Pines, a beautiful park near the church, for lots of food, conversation, and sunshine. (Note to self: buy hat and stronger sunscreen. Aussie burns hurt! ouch!)

Michael, Richard's brother, Karen and Nathanael. The older bloke is uncle Robert, a godparent.

Baby and Mum

The Baptism. The curly headed girl in the front is Mikayla, Tammie's (Richard's sister) first child.

This is Lochlan, Tammie's other child.

I had a wonderful day with Richard's family. I was so worried when I first arrived. I am so different from my husband's family: An American, no children, and used to such a small family. I was concerned that I would never fit in properly. However, the more time I spend with them, I can slowly feel them embracing me. I am beginning to feel a little like I belong.

2004-10-03T11:13:00.000+10:00

This weekend marks my first full week of living in Australia. This time last week I was showering at the Holiday Inn in Sydney, washing off 30 hours of traveling grit and grime. I do believe there is nothing better than washing your hair after flying across 5 time zones, the International Date Line, and the equator.

We are still in Jerrabomberra with Richard's dad and Jill, spending our days getting used to the Aussie way of life, reacquainting ourselves with Richard's family, and most importantly, shopping! One of the first things I noticed about shopping in Australia is that most shops are in a mall - and there are lots of malls. If you've ever lived in a smaller type city and are used to just parking outside your Target or K-Mark, this will be a surprise for you. Going to the shops, as they are called here, can be an event.

To shop in the mall you have to park in the garage. You pull into the garage and take a ticket from the machine. Parking in the garage only costs money if you stay longer than 3 hours. After about 6 hours, it becomes dearer. All day parking is much more expensive. Richard says that this is to keep people who work nearby from taking the parking spaces from the mall patrons. The ticket marks the length of your stay. When you leave, if it's under three hours, your insert your ticket into the machine which raises the bar to let you out. If you have to pay, you must pay the man in the booth before the bar is raised.

The malls themselves are rather large and have all types of department stores as well as bank branches, a Medicare facility, a food court, and post offices. The mall we went to in Tuggeranong has my favorite fast food place, Kingsley's. Kinsley’s is well known throughout Canberra for their chips (fries) and they are by far my favorite as well. However, actually ordering at Kingsley's at lunchtime during spring break is like nothing I've ever seen. When you decide what you want to order, you pull off your number from the large paper roll. The teens that work there call out the numbers. When your number is called, or rather when you can hear your number over the din of starving people, you shove your way to the counter and yell, "just a bloody chicken burger and fries, thanks mate!" The same teen who takes your order, also fixes your food, hands it you, and rings up your order. There are two cash registers going and about 5 people calling out numbers and ringing up food. But the fries make the 10 minutes of madness more than worth it.

In Fyshwick, a suburb of Canberra, the shops are less like malls and more like the shops I'm used to. Richard and I finally found a bed and mattress that we liked. We have officially shopped til we dropped at many stores, some by the name of The Sleep Doctor, 40 Winks, and Captain Snooze. Aren't those fun names for bedding shops?

Beds and mattresses are a bit different than the ones in America. Many of the beds are a bit higher and have a network of slats instead of the usual 3 or 4 that I'm accustomed. People do have two mattresses, called an ensemble, but more often I've noticed just the top mattress on beds. We have purchased a pillow top mattress as our bed is fairly high. The pillow top mattress is nearly as big as our old mattress and box springs. I cannot wait until it's all delivered! It's funny . . . these little things that you do to restart your life. Buying new stuff, finding a job.

Finding a job is the next thing on my to do list. I've checked the Canberra Times on the last two Saturdays, when the jobs are listed here, but only one job has jumped out at me. To apply for that job I have to do a curriculum vitae and I'm having a buggar of a time of it. Apparently most employers in Australia ask for CV’s and resumes aren’t so popular. CVs are longer, usually 3-4 pages and are more detailed. I'm used to doing a 2 pager. This is definitely harder. Between you and me, instead of working on my CV, I'd rather be sitting in Geoff and Jill's new sunroom. The views are outstanding.

When we first arrived in Australia, the weather was beautiful, only chilly in the early mornings (I would know) and late evenings. Now it seems Richard and I have brought the rain with us from Oregon. It's rained the last 4 days. I should be glad as Australia needs the rain, but I've just left one of the rainiest states in America and I am more than ready for some blue sky days.

Speaking of the sky, when it does stop raining, I've noticed that the sky is just different here. It seems to hang lower, and goes on forever, like the ocean blending in with the horizon. I've never seen anything like it. What do you think?

Richard and I have been driving around a lot and seeing Australia while we can. You know, before real life begins and we get jobs.

These first are from Mt. Anslie, the best views in Canberra, I think.

You can just see the Parliment House in the far center with a red line to the National War Memorial.

Canberra through a gum tree.

Blooming Wattle Tree/Bush thing

Sunset after the rain

Tracking Cassini

2004-09-28T08:51:00.000+10:00

After paying to be tortured by United Airlines, and enduring 14 hours in what is nothing but a flying sardine tin, I have arrived. Not only have I arrived, but I have arrived as a permanent resident of Australia.

Kinda cool,eh?

Now on to the real purpose of my this Internet space: What is life like here in Australia?

NEWS

Just like in America, Australia is gearing up for an election. John Howard (PM since 1996) is the current Prime Minister and Mark Latham is running against him. Unlike America, however, the Prime Minister can run as long as he is voted in. From what I can tell, people aren't too crazy about John Howard, but even less so of Mark Latham. We shall see how it unfolds.

Another difference worth mentioning is that voting is compulsary in Australia. That means every Australian must vote or he/she will be fined $200 AUD. It is interesting to note however, that Australians do not have to actually choose a name. They must only go to the polls, have their name scratched off the list and then lodge a blank ballot.

Since voting has been made compulsory, the average turnout has been 95 percent.

Also in the news is football! Now those who know me, know that I could care less about sports, especially football, but since football seems to be so important to the Aussies, I thought I would give it a go. So, as best as I can figure there are 3 different types of football: Australian Rules, Rugby Leage, and Rugby Union.

The different types or football are more popular by region than by "nation." And I can't even begin to understand the rules of how they play. What I can tell you that they do not wear pads or helmuts. They simply wear t-shirts, shorts and cleats. It's a very rough game. They tackle like in American football, and the boys often get hurt badly. While I was watching it just this last weekend, a man was tackled and had the bone above his eye smashed. A few minutes later he was shown on the sidelines holding bloody ice to his badly swollen eye. The commentators only said, "If he can open his eye, back in the game he'll go!" The bloodier the better, it seems.

OUTSIDE

As far as the flora and fauna goes, everything is different. The trees are gum trees mostly, and most of the animals I've seen are kanagroos and birds. The birds are beautiful!

The wattle brush is blooming right now and oh my!

You may have heard that parts of Australia are going through the largest drought in history. There are commericals on telly all the time prompting people to use water carefully. The Canberra area is on water restriction 3. People put buckets in their showers and use the run off water to water their gardens.

Five towns in New South Wales are on level 5 drought restrictions which means they can only use water for domestic purposes. Watering of lawns, washing of cars, and filling swimming pools is prohibited.

INSIDE

I've had a bit of trouble getting used to the amount of family Richard has. I think he's a bit overwhelmed, too. When everyone in the immediate family gets togethere there are 16 people (including 5 children) gaggling and it's hard to keep up. So far we've managed to do things in small groups and we're starting to relax.

Richard is working on getting his ACT drivers license. He tried to go yesterday but he's having trouble proving his state of residence. It seems that red tape is not only an American invention. Today we're going to Centrelink to register for our medicare cards, tax file numbers, and perhaps for newstart allowances.

We have both been suffering from jetlag in the worst way. I keep waking up at 5 AM and wanting to take a nap at 10 AM. Of course I'm dragging to bed by 9 PM, if not earlier. Even Richard's family keep commenting on my early rising. I guess they know me a bit better than I thought!

Here are some pictures we've taken so far.

My first view of Sydney from the plane

Right now we are staying in Jerrabomberra, a suburb just outside Canberra, in New South Wales. These are pictures we've taken from the back porch.

A Galah

Kangaroos

A Crimson Rosella

View of across the road

2004-07-26T07:32:00.000+10:00

It's funny how people react when they find out I'm moving to Australia. A wistfullness slides into their eyes and I suddenly become a more interesting person.

Everyone has always planned on visiting Australia at one time in their life, but never really got the chance. I'm so so lucky that I get to move to Australia.

Lucky.

Luck has had nothing to do with it. The only luck I've had in my life was a chance chat room meeting with best guy on the planet who happened to be from Australia. Other than that, luck just isn't a factor. I've had to work for this move to Australia.

I sold everything I own, save for about 25 14X14X14 boxes. I miss my sofa, my dining room table and chairs, I miss my dishes, I miss my decorations, my stuff. Recently when we had to repack because our boxes weren't strong enough, it was like freaking Christmas. Oh my GOD! I forgot I had a birdhouse cookie jar!

I live with my parents. By the time we move, I will lived under their roof for 13 consecutive months. Did you read that? 13 MONTHS. 13. As in one more month THAN A WHOLE YEAR. A YEAR.

I have no job lined up in Australia. I have no idea what I want to do with my life. Will I toil away at mediocrity again, or will I go back to school to become something close to my potential?

After living with my family for 13 (THIRTEEN) months, we will be living with my mother in law until we get on our feet. Sure, the house is large and empty, but it's not on our own. I can't wait to be on our own again. I know it will happen, but the road just seems so long.

If I'm lucky about anything to do with living in Australia, it's that I'm lucky I've survived all the paperwork that was required. All the packing, repacking. All the blood tests for me and our dog, the import permits, the signature, the stamps, the hoops we jump through.

Not only that, but moving to Australia is moving to a country that is both strange and familiar. The language is the same, the accent and slang are not. They drive, but on a different side of the road. They like Vegemite, I like Peanut Butter. We have birds nesting in our trees, they have parrots screeching in your backyard. Same, but different.

Reading over this, it looks like I'm complaining about moving to Australia. And, truth be told, I am. But I'm excited and looking forward to the adventure. I can't wait to experience Australia. I can't wait to wake up in Australia and watch the news for the Australian weather. I can't wait for the strange, the sameness, the. . . everything. I just can't wait to BE THERE already.

Just don't be thinking this shit is easy,'kay?!

2004-07-20T07:20:00.000+10:00

When I was first hired at my current job, it took some time for me to "fit in" and carve a place for myself. All the staff and residents had to get to know me and I them.

From the day I was hired until now, I have personally known all the residents and staff who have lived and worked, respectively, at Orchard House. For many, I've been the only receptionist they have known (or remembered).

This week we hired 2 new staff. I realized today that to them, I will become the receptionist that was only here for 2 months when they started. Someone will mention me in passing, "Oh! Remember Stephene, our last receptionist? Wonder how she's doing in Australia." And the new staff will squint her eyes and try to picture me. She'll say something like, "Oh yeah, I barely remember her."

It's not so much that I want to be remembered. I keep repeating to the residents that someone will take my place, that the job will be done. I want them to move on, accept my leaving. Accept change.

Maybe it's more that I can feel my time here at Orchard House slowly drawing to a close. That I will no longer know what's going on with my residents. That their, and my life, will continue to march forward and I won't be here to help them with their questions, their incorrect bills, their insurance mix-ups. I won't know what staff is pregnant, getting married, divorced, which resident has died.

Maybe it's not that I want to be remembered. . . maybe I just don't want to be forgotten.

2004-07-02T23:24:00.000+10:00

Things are looking up!

We finally found a pet mover that isn't charging all our saving and our first born. Apparently Paul Hogan trusted her to move his dog. And hell, if Crocodile Dundee trusts her with his dog, I figure we can, too. She ships 45 dogs a month overseas.

We have also paid off our car. This is a huge achievement and I'm ever so glad that it's finally paid off. We can sell it now and pocket that money. Course, it's already been allocated for purchasing a car in Australia. A huge endeavor indeed. I'm leaning toward a hybrid car, but we'll see. With petrol at nearly $1.00 a liter (that's nearly $4 a gallon) we'll need a car that gets good gas milage.

Especially since I plan on putting lots of pictures up here to show everyone what Australia looks like through my eyes.

2004-07-01T22:13:00.000+10:00

One of the more difficult things about moving across the world, is the people you leave behind.

Everyone I know, aside from Richard's family, lives in the United States. I'm leaving everything I know about my life up to now in the memories of my family.

Not only will I be alone, save for my husband, but I will have to absorb into a new culture and a new global position.

When I spend time with my family these days, I'm already feeling the loss of them, especially my sister. We often go to breakfast before work. Sometimes when she's chattering at me, I catch myself just looking at her. She's so beautiful and alive. And this realization washes over my and I realize Sara will, in time, be a wife and mother, and I will miss it all.

These little moments of loss are difficult to palate, make it hard to remember why I wanted or agreed to go at all.

2004-06-27T22:45:00.000+10:00

Well! Here we go. This site is finally up and running!

I've been wanting to express how I feel about packing up my life into no more than 35 14X14X14 boxes, and moving, literally, to the other side of the world.

I conceived of the idea for this site after having exhausted my husband's ear for the 40 millionth time. Given the popularity of online love, I figure people are migrating now more than ever. Maybe there are people out there who can emphathize with me.

Or maybe I just always wanted to have a web page, but never had a reason, a purpose.

Whatever the case, I've HTML'd and Adobe'd myself a jazzy new site and I'm gonna use it to let you, my readers, know what life is REALLY like Down Under.

Are you ready?