Thursday, September 4, 2008

Getting things accomplished...

I have a bad habit of wanting to curl into a little ball.  This goes back to my college days when I first was diagnosed with dysthymia - and has reoccurred throughout my life since.  When things become too overwhelming, I shut down.  

This happened to me this morning.  I got the girls off to the school bus (I had Emily because her mom had to be at work early this morning) and then, rather than my usual head straight to school routine, I went home and went back to bed ... supposedly for 20 minutes, really for about two and a half hours.  
I was meant to be in class this morning; I had to work on the thesis today; I have homework due for Linguistics tomorrow; I need to rectify my residency status with the university; I have to get paperwork to Pearson in the next few days; etc etc etc.  With all this looming, I shut down and slept.  I guess it's my coping mechanism.

At two this afternoon, I motivated myself to get showered and dressed and to start getting stuff done.  By the time I picked Alex and Emily up from school, I'd taken care of my car issues and gotten my proof of voter registration.  From there we made a couple of stops on the way home which resulted in all the paperwork being submitted for my residency status to be cleared up.  Mail was sent; packages were picked up.  
I'm about to sit down and hammer out the linguistics homework now - while the girls (I still have Emily - her mom ran into a situation at the hospital and is staying late) are laying in bed, reading books.  In about 20 minutes, they will be told to sleep and I will finish up that homework (there's still an issue with one of the problems, but I won't be able to deal with that until tomorrow before class, really).  
I know I won't have all the revisions on my thesis done for tomorrow.  However, I want to have some of the major ones addressed and be able to talk competently with my advisor by tomorrow morning at 8am.  Good luck to me on that one, yes.  I need to get the thing over and done with, though.  No more curling into a little ball - the thesis is hanging over my head and I'm frankly sick of it.  

I have a plan.  It may involve not sleeping until tomorrow night, but it's a plan nonetheless.  

Alexandra and Emily may be bearing the brunt of my going off the deep end today - but I did get them ice cream cones tonight after dinner...  that's something, right?

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

If I Didn't Have Bad Luck...

I'd seriously have no luck at all!



So tonight, just as I was about to fall asleep, I decided to quickly check the numbers in my student account to make sure everything has been taken care of...

There's $3000 more owed to the university than what I'd been accounting for.  WHAT???  I went through bunches of pages in my account before finding the one that explained all this...
I'm being charged tuition as a non-resident of Illinois.

Where exactly SIUC thinks I've been living for the past three years is beyond me.  

I now have to prove to the university that I've lived in Illinois for the past six months.  This is the same university that holds my stinking lease.  The same university that I've attended in residency for the past three years.  

I defy any and all people to explain to me where the school thinks I've been living all this time.  My permanent address on all my ... well, everything ... is in Carbondale.  It's not even outside of the park district, for heaven's sake!  I've been a Brownie leader in Jackson County for the past year.  

Do they really think I've been commuting?

Well, at least now I know how I'm filling tomorrow morning before classes...

Sunday, August 31, 2008

I have finally been to the Fair!

Okay, this may be our fourth year in Carbondale, but it's the first time I've managed to get to the DuQuoin State Fair.  We went yesterday with friends and had a lovely time.  The girls got wristbands that allowed them unlimited access to the rides.  We wandered the fair and visited the tents and were given all sorts of goodies.  I ate a piece of taffy that was so sticky it pulled out my crown.  We're talking a good fair experience.

We fell asleep within about ten minutes of arriving home - completely worn out - and slept for almost 14 hours straight.  Did I mention it was a good time at the fair?

When I woke up, though, I felt hungover.  And here I am, hours later, so feeling that way.  Sadly, I had no alcohol last night to account for this condition... 

You don't think the carnies slipped something into the freshly squezzed (sic) lemonade???

Friday, August 29, 2008

She's a Spoiled Rotten Ass Brat!

I love the things that come out of children's mouths...

Regarding another, rather bad influence type, child in the children's choir, this was the term one of Alex's friends blurted out to a circle of three mothers.  



If you love Japan so much, why don't you just live there??

Alex spat this out to a friend of mine who teaches English as a Second Language... a friend who lived there for a while.  
Uhm, I did.

Oh, said Alex.



I still giggle over the whole "spoiled rotten ASS brat" thing.


Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Gas Makes Me Depressed...

I had to put some money in my gas tank today - a chore I've come to loathe.  I handed the clerk a twenty and told him to put it on pump six.  Then I walked back to the car to fill the tank.  I watched the money start to click away and my eyes and mind both wandered for the next $19.90 or so - until the pump stopped at $20.00.  I looked at the gauge under the money to see that I'd pumped a total of 5.57 gallons into my car.  My shoulders slumped and I got back into the driver's seat.  I turned the key and the fuel indicator didn't get up to the halfway mark (yes, I was at empty, I know).

I realized that when I first got this car, two years ago, it took less than $20 to fill my car.  To be on the safe side, that was how much I allotted for refueling on a regular basis.  Now it gets me 5.57 gallons.  

Perhaps the kicker of all of this is that when I pulled into the service station, only minutes before, I was thrilled to see the price of gas had gone down yet again.  I'm realizing, though, that until it gets down to $20 to fill my gas tank, I'm not going to get my spirits up about the gas prices again.


To stick it to the man, or at least the Huck's station down the road from the apartment, I'm using their wireless now, while not having just purchased anything from their store.  Booyah!

Monday, August 25, 2008

Nightly Negotiations...

Last night, as Alexandra was headed to bed, she paused and looked at me.  

"Mommie, can we talk tomorrow?"

"About what?"

"Well, I want to discuss my bedtime."


Alexandra hates going to bed early.  I can't fault her for that, really - after all, I hate going to bed early as well.  But it becomes a fight and often I give in and let her stay up.  After all, I'm staying up, aren't I?
As we missed the bus by about 30 seconds this morning, I looked at her and asked if she understood why we need to stick to early bedtimes.  It wasn't a completely hopeless situation - we just had to go to the late bus stop and wait around for it to come.  Yet that meant that I missed out on about half an hour of morning study time in favor of watching Alexandra and Daylen and Gavin (they missed it by about 15 seconds!) waiting for the school bus to arrive.  I also got to witness the woman whose driveway is the bus stop get upset with the preschool children running in her flowerbeds.  I can't fault her for that - the mothers were standing right there and watching their children demolish the landscaping.  

What I can fault, however, is my inability to enforce early bedtimes in my home.  Tonight Alexandra and I will go to bed early... well, we would if it weren't for this Choral Union I've joined.  I don't get home tonight until around 9:30pm.  
Maybe this wasn't the best idea I've ever had...

Reasonable bedtimes should be my first priority, though.  

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Seriously? What Kind of Society Have We Become??

While walking through Walmart's grocery section last night, I was saddened to realize that so few things that I'd discovered I loved in Australia exist over here.  The yummy spinach and cashew dips, the rice crackers, passionfruit yogurt, passionfruit ice cream...  I was lamenting these things to the friend with whom I was shopping.  She was kind enough to point out something that we have, that Australia most likely does not:



Yeah, we have "Meal in a Bucket"

It's times like these when I'm just proud to be an American...?

Friday, August 22, 2008

I'm Barista, Hear Me Roar!

I had my first day of training at Starbucks today.  Four hours of training and the end result is that I can now press the button and brew a pot of coffee.  Four hours of training for that.  

I don't know why I'm frustrated by this - it's no different than the tedious training processes with TGIFridays, Friendlys, Disney, Bath & Body Works... it's a large corporation and extremely self important.  I find myself again in the role of corporate peon.  This time, though, it's in the named role of "BARISTA" 

I'm an effing barista, baby!

I promised Tim, my trainer at Starbucks, a shout out on my blog tonight - so this is it.  I'm going to have "dreams" (read: nightmarish dreams?) of the three main actions: being welcoming, being considerate, being knowledgeable, being involved, and being genuine... by the way, I genuinely forgot that last action and had to look it up in my "Green Apron Book"

I love the proprietary handbooks that corporations thrust upon their workers!

Now, though, I'm finishing up an application for a scholarship, then gathering the materials I need to complete my eligibility for scoring various standardized testing services...

Peace out and I'll post a more interesting blog later!

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Fall Semester, Day 2

It's nine in the morning and already a bloggable day!  

While the first day of school brought both Alexandra and myself to a state of anticipation marked by early rising and on-time-ness, the second day of the school year has brought a return to our normal patterns (somewhat).  It was a fight to get Alex out of bed this morning - and perhaps a fight for myself as well, considering the number of times I hit snooze.  We did make it to her bus stop in time for her to ride to school, but we did not leave the house early enough for me to stop at the gas station before taking her to the bus.  Oh well, I thought, I could just get gas this afternoon after my class and audition were over.

Unfortunately, my gas tank had other plans.  About a quarter mile after I'd left her bus stop, my car decided that it didn't like the fumes it was running on... and so it stopped running.  And I ran... out of gas.  Apparently, most of my friends who live in the area don't answer their cell phones at eight in the morning - at least not when their caller ID says Kylie.  Thankfully, AAA really is quick in Carbondale; someone brought me a couple of gallons of gas and I was on my way (to Huck's first, then school!).  

I now have gas in my tank, coffee in my belly, my reading homework from yesterday completed (what else do you do when you're sitting in a motionless car on Chatauqua?), and more than a bit of anticipation for my upcoming class and later choir audition.  

Tonight is Alexandra's first night back at Southern Illinois Children's Choir - which affords me the opportunity to get work done tonight as well, or at least some time on the computer while she's singing away.  We're getting back into the routine and I'm okay with that.  

My job hunt has made an interesting turn - I may be getting a part time job at the Starbucks on campus.  Considering I spend so much time (and money) here already, it makes sense.  I cut that expense, plus I regain a paycheck.  I'm putting my application in today and crossing my fingers.  I think the fact that I am friends with the manager (not to mention most of the staff) gives me a bit of an in.  :-D

Have I mentioned how I adore crony-ism in southern Illinois (when it suits my interests)?

Monday, August 18, 2008

First Day of School, Fall 2008

There's something about the first day of school.  It's a high, really.  I slept a total of about three hours last night and was buzzing without coffee this morning.  Alexandra got up with minimal reluctance on her part.  She was at school and organizing her desk before the bell rang.  This is the child who is habitually late for school because she hates waking up - and who often has to spend her recess cleaning out her desk because it's so messy.
I had my first two linguistics classes and got myself registered for the semester.  I stopped at Starbucks to get a coffee and sit down and check my email - and I'm feeling like life is good.

Why?

Yesterday (or was it Saturday?) I was questioning my time in academe.  I was doubting this was the right path for myself.  Today, as I buzzed around the English and Linguistics departments, I was at home.  I'm sad, of course, that I no longer have an office.  I'm also a little put off by some of the new faces in my home department (English).  The fact that one of them wanted to trash the paper towel snow man that Alex and Krystal made for me didn't exactly make me warm to them.  Yet there's a new PhD student who is from Stanthorpe in Queensland and we had a nice chat.  I have been lamenting the fact that so many of my friends have moved on this summer - yet found so many happy and welcoming, familiar faces today that I questioned that sadness.  Of course, I miss those who have left, but I'm not left alone by any means.

I'm excited about my classes this semester, about finishing my thesis and defending in the next couple (few?) weeks, and about everything...

I'm signed up for helping with the book fair at Alex's school this year, her class's Christmas party, and Red Ribbon Week - and will attempt to limit the school things to that.  I will do one Brownie troop with her - but am going to try to make her only do one this year.  
Basically, I'm involving myself, but hopefully not over-involving.

Now if I could just find a job...

Saturday, August 16, 2008

The World's Oldest Profession...

I got an email today from a family member about the process of naming - and at one point it mentions that it could be called "the world's oldest profession."  I suppose Adam named before Eve fell in our misogynistic understanding of the beginning of the world.  So her assertion makes sense.  
However, my mental connection from that phrase to the act of prostitution remains firm.  She may have made a point about chronology, but society has entrenched that understanding further into my psyche than I care to admit.  

I'm sitting in Buffalo Wild Wings, yet again, utilizing their free wireless, an unused electrical outlet, and a booth, while Alexandra works on her Summer Bridge Book and we both snack on some appetizers.  I flat out told our waitress when our food came out so quickly that she wouldn't be getting rid of us as quickly, that we intended to use the internet for a little while at least.  My internet is down for the foreseeable future and so we spend an hour or two a day somewhere with internet access.  Lately, it's been BWW.  
I realized that my purchase of wings and a soda is tantamount to prostitution - I'm selling myself as a customer in order to use their wireless.  But then, isn't the restaurant doing the same thing, offering up their wireless in the hope that I will patronize their restaurant.  
I know people say that prostitution is the oldest form of capitalism... but I'm sitting here thinking that perhaps capitalism is just an extension of prostitution.  

Six of one, half a dozen of the other?

So if prostitution is evil and not to be condoned, how is it okay that we as a culture (I'm speaking here of America primarily - I don't think other places are quite as Gomorrah-esque as we are) promote capitalism as the American way and something to be embraced?


I'm watching Alexandra sit across the booth from me and eat her potato wedges with cheese and draw pictures of her family and glance up at the Olympics playing on the television behind me... and I'm so confused.  Am I a good mother because I tell her to chew with her mouth closed?  Am I a bad mother because in embracing capitalism, I'm modeling an acceptance of prostitution for her?  
She's healthy, she's working diligently on her math worksheet, and she just finished her milk.  

I guess I'm doing okay.

Friday, August 15, 2008

I need a hug!

If I haven't learned my lesson today, I'm not sure I ever will.  I have had to deal with very unhappy librarians across Illinois in an attempt to release the hold on my university account today.  I need to register, I had way too many overdue library books from all over the state, and I had a deadline.  
They were all willing to help, but there were more than a couple who were obviously not happy with my delay in returning those books - and they were less than thrilled at expediting my requests!
The library hold was eventually released, though, and I breathed a sigh of relief... only to discover that a new hold was put on my account a week ago by the bursar's office for my rent for the next semester - and I can't register until I've paid the rent through December???  Unfortunately, without registration, I'm also unable to get any financial aid - financial aid that would be paying for the rent through December.  

EGADS!

If I had gotten the library stuff taken care of the day I came back (or *gasp* before I left for Australia), this wouldn't have been an issue.  Now it's an almost $3000 issue.

The amount presently seems insurmountable, yet often seems so paltry.  This discrepancy, this lack of options, is really hitting home how much I need to just settle into a career as soon as possible rather than prolong my education.  That fact absolutely kills me - I would really rather continue in academia - but I fear that in order to be a good parent, a good adult, and a good person, and... well... responsible, I need to find something to permanently settle into.


As we were flying from San Francisco to Chicago, I listened to a girl sitting next to Alex talk to the guy on the other side of her.  She was saying that now that she's finished college, she's considering moving to Italy with a friend of her's and finding a random job to support herself for a year or two.  When the guy asked her if she'd considered graduate school, she responded that she didn't want to do anything like that - she wanted to get right into her career and grad school would just be a year or two of a delay.
I blinked my eyes and mentally went over what she'd said... grad school doesn't help in finding a career, but bumming around Italy does.  

She also said that she wanted to be someone who went out and did what they loved; she didn't want to be a victim of circumstance and just find herself in a career because she had to.  

What she said about grad school and Italy still doesn't jive well in my head... what she later said about finding something that she loves rather than finding something to do, that made sense.  So, now I'm trying to really figure out whether staying in school is something to do or something I love.  Is finding a career now something I'll love or something to do?  


I'm afraid that if I can't get this $2800 situation sorted in the next three days, circumstances are going to end up giving me a definite push towards finding a real job/career.  

But then, mightn't that be better than treading water for a year?


Thursday, August 14, 2008

Trade ya!

I may have mentioned this on here before, but I've developed a new hobby and it is swapping!

There's this wonderful site where people go to randomly send mail (through the post, not usually through email) and to receive mail too!  You sign up, fill out your profile, and join whatever swaps suit your fancy.  I'm swapping mix cds, scrapbooking papers, stickers, toys, and all sorts of things.  I've been getting postcards in the mail often and have gained a few new penpals too!

Because of this new hobby, I'm currently trying to figure out how to make my own postcards...  
I'm having fun!

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Back in Illinois...

Well, we're back - and have been for about a week.  I'm sure at some point I'll write out what we did in those last few days in Australia, but I've been having a bit of a rough transition back to the real world.  I think I really prefer to be on vacation.
Unfortunately, I royally stink at managing things in my life - especially when I'm on the other side of the world.  Let's just say that I came back to pretty much everything in my life a shambles.  Three of our four crabs died while at the petsitter's - none of which were noticed, let alone removed from the cage, by the family watching the pets.  I guess we're lucky (?) the hamsters and guinea pigs survived their time there.  

I'm now in the process of job hunting, but reluctantly, which translates into poor job prospects.  Really, I just need a kick in my pants and I could probably sort everything out within a day or so - I just am looking for that ass kicking.


I had an interesting 32nd birthday yesterday - I felt as though I was simultaneously ignored for the most part and celebrated more than I've been in a while by others.  I had my first birthday cake in many years.  I had a much smaller celebration dinner than I have in the past couple of years.  It was a strange day full of lots of tears (did I mention how screwed up everything still is?) and some of the most caring gestures and thoughtful moments I've experienced in so long.
I'm still a little thrown by my birthday.

So oh my goodness - I feel basically like I've been on an emotional rollercoaster since returning from Australia a little over a week ago.  The wacked out sleep schedule I've been maintaining doesn't help that, either.  

But, I'm back - and I'm feeling like I'm going to accomplish a whole lot tomorrow.  I didn't want to abandon the blog, though - and felt as though I'd been negligent for the past two weeks or so.  My next blog will be about the joys of my new addiction - swapping!

Friday, August 1, 2008

Canberra: ACT is not quite the same as WDC

We’ve been in Canberra, visiting with my Uncle Lou since Monday evening.  As has been the case with each of our stops, this has been filled with activity.

Tuesday’s itinerary started off rather vague.  We had a plethora of options that centered around Parliament House – but we ended up spending a good part of the afternoon only at the new Parliament House.  We passed the old building on the way there, but were pleased to join a tour of the new building when we entered.  It was a fascinating tour, one that kept the attention of Alexandra, the interest of the adults, both the Americans (there was another American from Philly on the tour too!) and even the Australians.  While the building was actually opened about two months before I was in Canberra the last time (20 years ago), it’s still called the “new” Parliament House.  Uncle Lou had never taken a tour of the building either, so he also appreciated learning all about the building.

One of the neatest parts of the building is the fact that it’s basically built within a hill or mound – so Alexandra enjoyed practicing her cartwheels on the grass by the roof of the building.  Fathom that!

On Wednesday, we had decided to visit Cockington Green – a garden style park that contains beautiful miniature representations of buildings from around the world.  We went there in 1982 when I was five years old, and again in 1988 when I was eleven.  It’s a tradition of sorts, I think, in my family, to go there when visiting Canberra.  Alexandra had a good time looking at the buildings and at all the little people and what they were doing.  It was a bit of a struggle to get her to slow down to really see what was going on in the scenes, but she enjoyed it.  We got to ride on the steam train (the same train that I rode on in both my previous visits) and Alexandra pointed out numerous things for me to photograph – so many, in fact, that the one visit resulted in a full memory card. 

When I transferred the photos to my computer later that evening, I was amazed to see photos that were practically identical to some I’d taken when I was 11.  I’m still a bit creeped out by that.

After visiting the Garden there, Alex, Uncle Lou, and I walked across the street to the National Dinosaur Museum.  While it didn’t have an extensive collection of artifacts, I thought it was an interesting way of looking at the dinosaurs, in that it focused on the dinosaurs that had been discovered in Australia.  Although we may have seen exhibits of locally discovered dinosaurs in other places, none of them have displayed them in quite such a manner.

Thursday was a sunny day and so we decided to venture out to Tidbinbilla Nature Reserve to see what animals we could see.  There was a massive bush fire in that area five years ago, wiping out a large number of the animals, including almost all of the koalas.  Almost because the day after the fires had decimated the bush, one koala was found high up in a Ribbon Gum Tree – in shock and with severe dehydration and burns.  The koala was nursed back to health over the course of years and dubbed “Lucky” by the people of Tidbinbilla and all of Canberra.  After two years, she was well enough to be returned to the Reserve, though not fully released into the wild.  While Lucky is now in permanent retirement (and so no longer able to be viewed by the public), the park has recently acquired seven koalas for their Eucalypt Forest.  We went on a leisurely walk through that forest in the hopes of spotting one of them, but weren’t fortunate to see one.  We went back towards the visitors’ centre and stopped at a rather cool play area for Alexandra to burn off some energy.  While there, we were treated with multiple visits from wandering emus.  When we finally reached the visitors’ centre, I wandered off to find some kangaroos and was able to approach a grouping of three ‘roos grazing nearby.  They were beautiful!  We also stopped on our drive out to photograph more kangaroos who were grazing in the grasses by the road.

From the reserve, we drove up to the nearby NASA space observation station.  We looked around at the displays, listened to the magnetic changes caused by traveling through Saturn’s rings (I got video!), and enjoyed a spirited debate with one of the guides there as to whether or not the moon landing was real or a hoax.  My favorite part of that conversation was the vehemence with which the man spoke against the Smithsonian’s allowance of the general public to touch the moon rock.  Actually, it’s apparently the third rock the museum has gone through since opening the display and according to this man, it was the last that NASA was going to allow them.

As we drove back to the house after our explorations of the Tidbinbilla area, I realized that all this bush we were driving through was part of the ACT – the Australia Capital Territory.  In my head, I’ve always equated the ACT with WDC in that they’re both little areas that serve as the capital area for the country.  I learned yesterday, though, that the majority of the ACT is actually bushland and sheep pastures. 

Which brings us to today – Friday.  The four of us, Alexandra, my dad, Uncle Lou, and myself, drove back into the Parliament area of Canberra to the National Australian Library – a beautiful building that seems to be much like the US’s Library of Congress and that has free wireless.  Yes, we based our tourist activities on the availability of wireless internet. 

After about two hours at the library catching up on the details of life that we’d missed, we had a quick lunch before going into Questacon, Canberra’s interactive museum of science and technology.  I vaguely remember going there twenty years ago, but really only remember that I thought it was “cool.”  I suppose that remark, coming from an overly angsty preteen, was high praise, but really it doesn’t begin to describe the experience.  We enjoyed hands on demonstrations of lots of different scientific principles, plus took a ride on a simulated 4.5 earthquake (it was pretty accurate), a simulated shark observation cage to watch it feeding, and an amazingly realistic simulated rollercoaster ride. 

Alex is curled up with her grandfather and Uncle Lou, watching “Enchanted” this evening before heading off to bed – the end of yet another long day.  

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Monday from Canberra (7/28)

We left the cousins this morning in Queensland to fly down to Canberra.  What did we leave behind us?  This weekend has been a lot of fun – and just overall a lot.  We have a lot of cousins and they were all in full force during Gregory’s 50th birthday celebration.  The only one missing from the Lukes’ clan was my cousin Michael – whom I haven’t seen since 1982.  I’ve actually decided that he may not exist… I don’t remember meeting him even when I was five.

The weekend at Burleigh Heads included an afternoon of swimming at the beach (the Pacific Ocean), a rousing game of Cranium between three generations and lots of wine and bourbon, and an outing to a natural bridge at a nearby state park.  

Sunday night brought us all to a mock-awards ceremony and some birthday cake for Gregory.  Each person in the family group of 22 was awarded their own special award.  Alexandra won a joint award with her cousin, Nikita, for being the cleanest campers.  I guess the fact that they took multiple hour-long showers was noticed by the adults – especially as Queensland is trying to deal with drought conditions. 

I was excited to win a box of chamomile tea – it was an appropriate gift for “camper who most enjoys alone time.”

Did I mention that there were 8 children, all under the age of ten?

 

Leaving Burleigh Heads this morning, we went into Brisbane for a bit with the girls – my cousins Marianne and Suzanne, their daughters, Regina and Nikita, my aunt, Dianne – and my cousin, Gregory, and his wife, Chelle.  We walked along South Bank – which is a beautiful section that the city created after the 1988 World Expo that took place in Brisbane, upon that site.  It’s really lovely.

 

As we begin our last week in Australia, we’re missing those cousins already – but looking forward to exploring Canberra and spending time with my Uncle Lou.

Another Belated Blog! (Friday, 7/25)

Where have we been and what have we been up to??

 

We left Lismore and New South Wales on Monday to go north to Hervey Bay and Fraser Island.  We took Regina (my cousin’s 14 year old daughter) with us and picked up Nikita from her mother (another one of my cousins) along the way.  As I pointed out to my uncle whom we visited while up at Hervey Bay, my father was traveling with four Windsor women – watch out for us!

 

Once we arrived at our accommodations in Hervey Bay, we were disappointed to discover that all the day tours for Tuesday to Fraser Island were booked.  No openings for us.  We decided instead to go on a whale watch cruise the next morning and spend the afternoon at the beach.  Mother nature had different plans for us, however.  We did get to enjoy the whale watching – despite the overcast weather on Tuesday.  There was only a few slight sprinklings of rain – the biggest complaint from the younger girls was the cold wind, but that was mostly the result of the boat going at high speeds to find the whales.  I had an absolutely wonderful time seeing the whales – and even managed to get a good photo of one right next to the boat!

After the whale watching cruise, however, we all wanted to go back and change into warm and dry clothing - and then didn’t really want to go to the beach when the rain began to come down a bit more frequently. 

We went to visit my Uncle Tony who lives up there that evening and then had a low key evening with some television viewing after dinner and then bed. 

 

Wednesday was another travel day for the five of us – going south from Hervey Bay to Beerwah, near Australia Zoo.  Yes, we decided that we would go see the home of the Crocodile Hunter at one point earlier in our trip – and when we thought about going on Friday, we discovered that Thursday was going to be Bindi Irwin’s tenth birthday and that all children got into the park for free.  Our plans quickly changed so that Thursday became the set-in-stone Australia Zoo day. 

Wednesday evening brought us my cousin Tracey for a little while – which was lovely to see her! 

Thursday (did I mention this was Australia Zoo day??) brought us rain.  Lots and lots of rain.  We managed, however, to have a really good time at Australia Zoo – which may have been influenced primarily from the last activity of our day being feeding and petting the kangaroos.  That morning though, before we’d even gone through the gates, the children had all gotten to pet a koala who was hanging out with a zoo keeper outside the front gate.  Lots of face painting and Crocodile Hunter excitement also occurred throughout the day – which seemed vaguely disturbing as there was an obvious lack of stingrays in any of the exhibits. 

There was – however – plenty of Bindi birthday cake. 

Alex and Regina tell me it was good – I was more in awe of the Bindi-wave and the Crikey wars – where they separated the crowds in the Crocoseum and challenged the sides to see who could yell Crikey the loudest.

We didn’t win.  I’m okay with that.

 

We left Beerwah this morning – Friday – on our way to the big camping weekend to celebrate my cousin Gregory’s 50th birthday.  Because of the rain, though, plans were changed and instead of camping at Neurum Creek we are now pleasantly ensconced in a scouting dormitory in Burleigh Heads with 14 adults and 8 children – all my Australian family.  

Saturday, July 19, 2008

A few pictures from Saturday...

Alexandra and Angus waiting at the car for the rest of us...

The beach we visited at Byron Bay

Alex and I at Byron Bay

two shots of the bay at sunset...

Just Another Day in Paradise...

We went down to Lismore to watch Regina play netball this morning - her team didn't win, but I enjoyed watching and learning about a new sport.  It's kind of like basketball; I have been told that it's the game that women used to play in the US as basketball.  It's just different from the basketball I know.  
After the game, we drove over to see where the boys (Angus and Drew) race their go-karts, then up to where all three children go to school.  Their campus is lovely!

When we got back to the house, we relaxed briefly and Alex took a ride with Angus on the riding lawn mower before getting into her swimsuit and taking (or attempting to take) a dip in the pool.  Once she realized how cold the water was, it wasn't too hard to convince her to get out of the water and go to the beach with us at Byron Bay.

Yesterday, as we drove back from Coff's Harbour, we must have passed a million kangaroos.  Okay, maybe not a million, but there were a lot.  It seemed as though every field we passed was filled with them.  Yet for all the 'roos we saw, I couldn't manage to get a photo of any.  That whole moving vehicle thing made photography difficult, to say the least.  I consoled myself with the idea that we'll be going to Australia Zoo (Steve Irwin's place) next week and will get good photo opportunities there.  
Today, on the way to Byron Bay, I had my camera out and at the ready.  Kangaroo warning signs, next 10 km, abounded.  Kangaroos, however, did not.  

We stayed at the beach until the sun went down.  Alex played in the water; I collected shells.  We all went for a walk up to the rocks and then we drove up to the lighthouse.  

Things we couldn't get over this afternoon:
1)  how soft the sand is at the beach.  and when you walk in the dry sand, it squeaks.  
2)  the gorgeous black sand just under the white top sand.  I'm kicking myself now that I didn't get a picture of the beautiful contrast in a simple smiley face drawn in the sand.
3)  the moon didn't rise until almost an hour after the sunset.  When it did, it was a huge fireball.  The moon, not the sun.
4)  Alex fell asleep in the car on the drive back to the house.  Unusual.
5)  Alex had a huge meltdown later on (around 8:30 or so) and had to be carried in to bed.
6)  why anyone would have settled in the midwest when there was a place on earth like Byron Bay at sunset.

Friday, July 18, 2008

G'day from Lismore (NSW)

I've been meaning to blog, I swear!

We arrived at my cousin Marianne (and family)'s home just outside of Lismore Tuesday afternoon.  It was a good ride down - we had meat pies and sausage rolls in the car (YUM!) and took a little stop in Surfer's Paradise to find the Hard Rock Cafe (we did!) and briefly visit the ocean.  Alex dipped her feet in the water and then we were off again!

Their home is beautiful - an amazing view down to the valley below out of their kitchen and living room windows... and lorikeets that come down to feed outside the kitchen door in the afternoon.  

Alexandra and Regina hit it off right away - Regina is twice Alex's age, but the 14 and 7 year olds play wonderfully together.  After all, Alex does say constantly that she wants to be a teenager.  
I think it took her a little bit longer to warm up to Angus.  The fact that he was working the first couple of days we were here may have contributed to that.  Actually, I'm fairly certain that his absence was really what made him seem more distant.  He's been with us yesterday and today, however, and Alex is really enjoying beating up on him.  Regina is teaching her well.

So, what have we done??  Wednesday morning brought us to see "Meet Dave" (thanks Regina for that recommendation) - Regina, Alexandra, myself, my Aunt Dianne, and my dad (oh, and Regina's friends).  My aunt loved it.  I'll allow it the place of best Eddie Murphy movie I've seen in a while.  It was better than I feared it would be.
Afterwards, Aunt Dianne, Dad, Alex, and I went into downtown Lismore, visited Heritage Park (a park with a pretty good playground and a train ride!) and wandered up and down the main street in town.  We had quite a day attached to what we thought was just an early trip to the movies.  

Thursday brought us back to Heritage Park for the NAIDOC festival (National Aboriginal Islander Day Observance Committee) which was lots of fun.  We all got our faces painted (well, Angus didn't, but he walked around with us for a while, so we'll give him that!); I got a platypus; Alex, a kangaroo; my dad, a boomerang; my aunt, a fish; Regina, a yin yang.  
It was fun!

We got back to the house and decided to visit the beach ... so off we went to Ballina, my dad, Alex, Regina, and myself, and visited the beach and collected some shells.  It was lovely. 
Happily, we got back to the house in time to go to the movies once again and see "Mama Mia."
Haven't seen it?  GO NOW!

The plan for today was to visit the Big Banana.  It's made appearances on the Disney Channel and was the top thing that Alex wanted to visit while in Australia.  fyi - the Big Banana is a lot smaller in person than it seems on the television.  We had assumed it was a building unto itself.  It's not; it's 11 meters long and 2 meters high.  Really, it's just a tunnel to walk through with some photos depicting banana growth inside it.  We took photos, ate frozen bananas, visited the gift shop and the candy factory, and lamented the over three hour drive it took to see the Big Banana.  

Yesterday, on the way to the beach at Ballina, we stopped briefly at the Big Prawn.  It wasn't as exciting as what we assumed the Big Banana would be, but it was the size of a building.  
The Big Prawn was more impressive.

So, today, after the visit to the Big Banana, we drove into Coff's Harbour and down to the beach - it was gorgeous!  We played in the ocean; I found some seashells.  Fish and chips for lunch and then a little bit of walking around before we got back into the car and off we went, back to the house.

I'm now curled up in my pajamas and exhausted in the living room...  I'll post photos later; dinner's served!