Tree.
Literally the day after I blogged about how my son isn’t a risk taker, I find out that he fell out of a tree he was climbing at school. I may have jinxed us. He got a pretty nasty scrape along his side, but has been relatively tough about the whole situation. Could have been worse…
Job.
It’s official! I have a new job! I have been working in Order Fulfilment (OF) for about a year, focusing on systems and process improvements. The OF supervisor got a new job, so I am going to be replacing him. I have missed supervising people, and am looking forward to that part of the job. I figured it was a good opportunity to make the most out of my time here, learn something new, stretch myself a bit.
Guests!!!
Memaw and Papa have arrived!! Their flight landed early Thursday morning. They got to the house before I had to leave for work. It was a special day for Ty as he got to skip school and spend the day getting spoiled. Kirk and Sherry nearly filled an entire suitcase with all sorts of goodies: Halloween costumes, ISU blanky, Fitbit, a hat that Lily won’t take off, the ginormous poster of Ty with the shire, Legos, boat parts, and probably 15 other things that aren’t coming to mind at the moment. Their first day was filled with buggy rides, train rides, ice cream, and marinas. Not a bad way to kick off their vacation!
Aboriginal Indians.
Ty’s class has been talking about American Indians this week. Ty is fascinated by the headdresses and tepees. But he is a bit confused because he refers to them as Aboriginal Indians.
Date Day.
On Saturday after swim lessons, Jay and Kirk worked on Brumby for a bit before Jay and I headed into the city for our big date. We checked into our hotel before it was ready, so we headed out exploring to try to find a place to eat lunch. We checked out the restaurants near our hotel, but we didn’t understand 80% of the things on the menu. We kept walking, hoping to find a nice sit down Italian restaurant (about as hard as finding a Mexican restaurant). We walked, and walked, and walked some more. At this point my blood sugar was plummeting at the same rate as my mood. I was getting crabby – could feel it coming on but couldn’t stop it. And then…like a little gift from God…a pedicab appeared in front of me. Oh yes, we will be hitching a ride, and if you could just drop us off at the fabulous Italian restaurant, that would be awesome. And that’s what he did. We had lunch at Dell Ugo in Southbank. Um. Yum. We polished off a bottle of wine. My mood was much better after that…
River Fire.
Saturday night was the annual fireworks show in Brisbane – River Fire. All of Southbank was fenced off, security and cops were everywhere. It was almost a little unnerving walking around. And then the fighter planes started doing flybys. We weren’t sure if it was a normal event at the River Fire, or if it was a chance for the Aussie Air Force to flex their muscles. Either way, it was awesome.
Treasury.
As Jay and I were wandering around trying to find lunch, we walked by an awesome old building. Then we saw a sign that said “Treasury Hotel”. We thought no way…did they really convert their Treasury building into a hotel?!?! And then we found out that it is primarily a casino. Yes. You read that right. They converted their Treasury building into a casino. So of course we had to stop in and check it out. The minimum bet was $25, so I told Jay he could play 2 hands. I hate gambling, but we had some time to kill, so why not. He was able to make that $50 last for several hands. He quit when he was up $100, figured that would help pay for our transportation to the concert. Good times.
JT.
We were both pretty excited to go to the concert – it has been forever since we have been to one, and we had high expectations for JT. We hired a driver to take us to the venue, which was a good half hour outside of the city (not sure who was in charge of the planning). We had heard that sometimes the trains stop running before the concert ends, and with thousands of people needing to leave the stadium, I wasn’t about to have to fight for a cab. Call me high maintenance – or call me a planner. Call me whatever you want, but I have to admit the driver was awesome. We got dropped off in the VIP area at the front door, and after the show a car was waiting for us in the same spot. No worries. No stress.

So the concert…well…this is really hard for me to admit because I was so looking forward to it, but it wasn’t that good. Ugh. I think it all came down to unmet expectations. Jay had bought tickets in the platinum section. He paid a small fortune for these, which were 4th row seats. So we are both expecting to actually be in the 4th row, close enough to be able to see the sweat on JT’s face. So imagine our disappointment when we walk in and see that we are in the 4th row on the entirely opposite end of the arena. You couldn’t get much farther. How the hell is that “platinum”?!?!?! There were no seats on the floor. It was standing room only. I guess one way to force Australians to get off their butts and dance is to not give them a chair to put their butts in. Because I assure you…if there is a seat, the butts are planted. Stuck like glue. I had talked a big talk before the concert that I was going to dance anyway, because I had been properly warned. But when in the situation, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Sure, I stood up a couple times, but I couldn’t really get into it, and felt really uncomfortable. The other problem was that the seats didn’t fold up – so when you stood up, you had very little space to move around in. Lame.
A couple interesting observations… There is an intermission at concerts. They are called “intervals”. Talk about an instant mood killer. Let’s work hard for an hour to get the crowd into the show, and then BAM, lights on. Get up. Stretch. (Because you weren’t up and dancing and your bones might freeze into place). And if you go out into the hallway for a drink or a wee, don’t worry. The intercom will ding ding ding “the show will be starting soon – please make your way to your seat.” Ding ding ding.
I should state, for the record, that JT is one incredibly talented dude. No male should be able to sing that high and sound so good. And the moves. Dude can dance. I want Ty to watch JT videos so that he can learn to dance like that. Just an all around cool guy. I wish everyone around me had even a basis point of his coolness, but they didn’t. (Except for Jay – he is right up there).
My favorite part of the concert was when JT gave a shout out to his hometown of Memphis. His band is called the Tennessee Kids. JT sang an Elvis song. I danced. And I didn’t care that I was dancing and singing while everyone else was sitting there looking like they were pissed to have to listen to an Elvis song.
The highlight of Jay’s night was when he almost got punched by a chic, but instead she just called him a dickhead. I know, not appropriate language, but she had a potty mouth and I am just stating the facts. He had been in the beer line for an eternity, and was next in line after a chic, who had also been in line for an eternity. But she didn’t use that eternity to prepare to have to pay for her $12 drink with 50 CENT pieces. So Jay says, “are you freaking kidding? You aren’t really paying for that with 50 cent pieces?!” As she continues to dig through her purse looking for more, she calls him a dickhead. No worries, everyone around him was on his side. Oh Jay…causing trouble…thankfully it all ended peacefully. She finally scrounged together enough money to pay for her beer and life moved on.
Gambaro.
After the concert, we made our way back to the hotel. The Gambaro Hotel was really nice. I would highly recommend it to anyone looking for a place to stay in the city. Best nights sleep in months. We didn’t wake up until 8:30!!!!! Can’t remember the last time I got to sleep past 6:00. Jay and I chatted about how even though the concert was a disappointment, the whole weekend was still pretty great. And just to remind me of why I love music and live bands and concerts, we cranked up my pandora Conway Twitty radio station on our drive home. A little George, Garth, Alabama and friends put a smile on my face. God bless country music.
I haven’t given a proper shoutout to Kirk and Sherry for giving us the opportunity to sneak away for a full 24 hours. The kids didn’t miss us one bit – they were getting spoiled. Thank you!!!!
Sunday.
Jay and I went to Costco without the kids, so we were able to start our Christmas shopping. When we got home, the boys went swimming for a bit (was pretty chilly though). I baked brownies. We played with Legos and stickers, snuggled with Lily during her nap, chatted with Sherry while the boys went to the store, and had a yummy homemade pizza dinner. We are looking forward to getting Kirk and Sherry out exploring next weekend since they haven’t seen much outside the neighborhood.
This week is Jay’s month end, so will be a busy one for both of us. Glad to have some extra help! Hope you all have a great week! G’day mates!




















































































