enough said?
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
My Beautiful Sister Says I Do
My sister and her partner recently got married. It was a beautiful day, and I could go into so much detail about the happenings and the joyous affair, however I don't think I need to. All I need to do is show a few snapshots taken by the massively talented Orin and I think you will all agree that a picture tells one thousand words, all of which would be, "My sister is absolutely stunning, and her new groom scrubs up pretty darn well nice too!"
Beth, and all that jazz
Popcorn and I went out on Friday night. Common occurence you think? yes, we go out every Friday and Saturday night. Sometimes for dinner, others for movies, and heck...sometimes it's both! Our small group of friends love to luncheon and wine and dine, and lately we have been amping those bad girls up to the max. We are all quite aware that we will never live in the same town again, and we are taking advantage of our time together - naww.
Anyhoo, Popcorn and I went out for dinner using one of our cards again, and this time we hit up Bistro One. What a fabulous place it was. We sat alfresco style, and enjoyed the usual chit chat while people watching as they scooted, drove and passed on by.
The Jazz festival was in town, so we even got a little looksie and a preview at the wonderful jazz night life. I must say, it was beautiful to sit down, enjoy a lovely meal and a glass of red while listening to some jazz music. Hurrah!
After dinner we strolled around Palmer Street, talking yet again, and then drove to Juliette's for some Gelato. I had a lovely little treat of peanut butter and pistachio (my fav) and Popcorn enjoyed strawberry cheesecake... I also snuck in a choc chip cookie - why not? It was a lovely night, spent with the loveliest of company of course.
My weekend was definitely full of plenty of fun - we even made a little stop over to Magnetic Island on Sunday - stay tuned, that post is yet to come.
*Have I mentioned that I am quickly becoming a wino? I am very fond of a drop of red or two
Anyhoo, Popcorn and I went out for dinner using one of our cards again, and this time we hit up Bistro One. What a fabulous place it was. We sat alfresco style, and enjoyed the usual chit chat while people watching as they scooted, drove and passed on by.
The Jazz festival was in town, so we even got a little looksie and a preview at the wonderful jazz night life. I must say, it was beautiful to sit down, enjoy a lovely meal and a glass of red while listening to some jazz music. Hurrah!
After dinner we strolled around Palmer Street, talking yet again, and then drove to Juliette's for some Gelato. I had a lovely little treat of peanut butter and pistachio (my fav) and Popcorn enjoyed strawberry cheesecake... I also snuck in a choc chip cookie - why not? It was a lovely night, spent with the loveliest of company of course.
My weekend was definitely full of plenty of fun - we even made a little stop over to Magnetic Island on Sunday - stay tuned, that post is yet to come.
*Have I mentioned that I am quickly becoming a wino? I am very fond of a drop of red or two
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Impromptu Nights
Last night, Shark, Popcorn and I headed out for an evening of good ol' fashion catch up. We went to Vine21 the swanky, recently newish restaurant in Townsville that boasts fabulous wines to suit Tapas meals. It was superb. We had an entree of breads with dips, and then washed it down with a swirl of wine. Popcorn and I tried a very delish blend of Rose - Rockford Alicante Bouchet 2009 - quite a nice drop, If I don't say so myself! we sipped, swirled and sashayed our glasses, and had beautiful meals. The night however, did not end there!
We left Vine21 and went to see a movie. After the movie - Step Up 3D (no judgement please, even though it was extremely cliche, cheesy and over the top, it was still quite hilarious and dazzling with talent in parts) - we headed into Flinders Street, where we stoppend into various restaurants and bars. Sitting in the comfy couches, sipping on complentary soft drink - only one standard drink for me to drive, aren't I a good girl for sticking by the rules? - Anyhoo, we strutted the streets, then head into Palmers Street. With much giggling, driving, listening to music, singing and chatting set aside, we decided to make an impromptu trip to the Casino. I had never been there before, and not being real keen on the gambling situation, I hadn't even had a need to go there. But judgement aside, I cashed in $20 to get some coins in a cup, got another free coke, and tried my luck at a machine - $16 dollars up later, I took my winnings and we headed on home. What a fabulous evening! I love good wine, good food and most of all good friends. x
We left Vine21 and went to see a movie. After the movie - Step Up 3D (no judgement please, even though it was extremely cliche, cheesy and over the top, it was still quite hilarious and dazzling with talent in parts) - we headed into Flinders Street, where we stoppend into various restaurants and bars. Sitting in the comfy couches, sipping on complentary soft drink - only one standard drink for me to drive, aren't I a good girl for sticking by the rules? - Anyhoo, we strutted the streets, then head into Palmers Street. With much giggling, driving, listening to music, singing and chatting set aside, we decided to make an impromptu trip to the Casino. I had never been there before, and not being real keen on the gambling situation, I hadn't even had a need to go there. But judgement aside, I cashed in $20 to get some coins in a cup, got another free coke, and tried my luck at a machine - $16 dollars up later, I took my winnings and we headed on home. What a fabulous evening! I love good wine, good food and most of all good friends. x
Thursday, August 12, 2010
First Birthdays
Henry Anthony, will be turning the big ONE in a couple of weeks, and to celebrate his big leap of a year into a milestone, my sister is hosting a little get together and I am making the drive home for the festivities - hurrah! I am actually just going home for the fantastic cake that will be made - jus' kidding! I can't wait to see my Mum, Dad, Sisters and their families and Jakey of course.
I have however, found myself in quite the pickel - and not the good kind, with cheese, cocktail onions, gherkins and crackers - the bad kind. I have no idea on what to get Henry for his birthday. I really wanted to buy him a Mooo name puzzle, but they are sold out! So I'm thinking some spesh little wooden toys instead, so he can grip them with his little hands, and roll them along the floor - or even just chew on when he starts to get gummy.
What are your thoughts?
Wooden toys a go?
Any other ideas on what to get the little tike?
I have however, found myself in quite the pickel - and not the good kind, with cheese, cocktail onions, gherkins and crackers - the bad kind. I have no idea on what to get Henry for his birthday. I really wanted to buy him a Mooo name puzzle, but they are sold out! So I'm thinking some spesh little wooden toys instead, so he can grip them with his little hands, and roll them along the floor - or even just chew on when he starts to get gummy.
What are your thoughts?
Wooden toys a go?
Any other ideas on what to get the little tike?
I like this one from Brio very muchly
Friday, July 30, 2010
Oskar Rex turns six
My Nephew has just turned six, wowsers! He's no longer a toddler or a tike, he is now a little boy who loves dinosaurs, Iron Man and playing his keyboard - which he got for his big spectacular birthday, thank you very much!
Oskar has grown up so quick, and in those six years that I have been his aunty - possibly favourite, I'm sure Fifi would see otherwise though in the title for best Aunty - anyhoo, I can still remember the day we found out he was on his way, and the day that he came into the world, and even the days when he used to sit on the floor, watching the wiggles and being hand fed pureed pears. He was a little cutey, and he still is now, with his cute gappy smile, blonde hair, and hilarious humour, Oskar is just wonderful, and I'm so glad that we could celebrate his big milestone with a space party! woooo, calling all robots and aliens, Oskar's Birthday Party was out of this world.
My eldest sister Sarah hand covered spaceships with alfoil, hung them from string, made up galactic space loot pags, and ordered cheese pizza for Oskar and his gang to munch into after their afternoon of crafting their own spaceships, and running around the back yard like a bunch of crazy geese - man, six year olds are so effortlessly cool, and so fun to spend the afternoon with.
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Oskar has grown up so quick, and in those six years that I have been his aunty - possibly favourite, I'm sure Fifi would see otherwise though in the title for best Aunty - anyhoo, I can still remember the day we found out he was on his way, and the day that he came into the world, and even the days when he used to sit on the floor, watching the wiggles and being hand fed pureed pears. He was a little cutey, and he still is now, with his cute gappy smile, blonde hair, and hilarious humour, Oskar is just wonderful, and I'm so glad that we could celebrate his big milestone with a space party! woooo, calling all robots and aliens, Oskar's Birthday Party was out of this world.
My eldest sister Sarah hand covered spaceships with alfoil, hung them from string, made up galactic space loot pags, and ordered cheese pizza for Oskar and his gang to munch into after their afternoon of crafting their own spaceships, and running around the back yard like a bunch of crazy geese - man, six year olds are so effortlessly cool, and so fun to spend the afternoon with.
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Monday, July 26, 2010
I dig my home town, do you?
If I could paint you a picture of the good ol’ town I grew up in, well, I wouldn’t even know where to start; located in rural Central Queensland, it’s a little mining town, with a large reputation of being a money making hot spot full of small town gossip and a growing population of folk who pretty much know everyone and their business within a 10 mile radius…enough said? No, not quite.
Some see it that way, I admit, I do too sometimes, but for a schmick little sec, I will take off my town thrashing glasses, and replace them with some rose coloured ones to shed some light on the small little town I call home. The small little town, where I feel comfortable going to Woolies in my pj’s, and the place where I had an ace childhood with bike races, cubby houses on the trampoline and friendships that have seen me through 5th birthday parties to 21st bashes.
I love coming home from uni, I love coming back to work in the coal mines and I love what it represents sometimes. So I will drip a few drops of paint onto a canvas for you of what a typical day could be like in the town I grew up in, and the generosity that most often gets looked over, I know, how dare they for not seeing this, let’s all flip them the bird, so it never happens again.
Waking up when it’s cold, pulling on your jeans, and buttoning up your high vis shirt, means a lot in this town. Standing out on the curb you can see the headlights of mine cars all driving down the street. Every car in the neighbourhood pulling out of their driveways at the same time – a little too Stepford Wives sometimes, but anyhoo – they act like a convoy as they head up to the highway, stopping in to get a fresh brekkie at the bakery, or to pick up a plastic wrapped treat for smoko. It all sounds very poetic, and in fact, it quite is. The men, and women here heading off to work in the morning, even before the sun has risen, is an ace part of this town that would seem wacko tobacco to people from the city, where rushing to Starbucks in the morning, carrying a briefcase and catching the train are everyday normalities – yet here, that’s not quite the same.
But I like working here on the holidays, and being able to do the mine thing again, getting to work early, opening my car door and sometimes letting out a curse when it’s far too cold for my liking, but also wanting to tell my self, “Bravo, you’re up early, you get to see the sun rise, and you get to have a cup of coffee when most people are still in snooze land counting sheep”.
I enjoy seeing the workers walk outside with their socks and thongs, smiling as they carry their crib bags because they’ve finished another shift, and they get to go home, but not before stopping in at the newsagency to buy the paper. It’s humorous the banter that goes on and pretty dang generous I say, working long shifts, surviving off barely any sleep and doing hard manual labour so families can have luxuries.
I’ll admit, growing up we used to sneak down to dad’s car, raid his ash tray and steal his coins so we could buy ice-creams, it was always a joke, and still is now – of how us three girls, four including mum, milk him for every penny.
You have to love the generosity in this town, and the folk who more than often don’t lock their car doors. Thanks dad, add another thank you on top of that for all the ice-creams you paid for over the years, unknowingly of course.
Some see it that way, I admit, I do too sometimes, but for a schmick little sec, I will take off my town thrashing glasses, and replace them with some rose coloured ones to shed some light on the small little town I call home. The small little town, where I feel comfortable going to Woolies in my pj’s, and the place where I had an ace childhood with bike races, cubby houses on the trampoline and friendships that have seen me through 5th birthday parties to 21st bashes.
I love coming home from uni, I love coming back to work in the coal mines and I love what it represents sometimes. So I will drip a few drops of paint onto a canvas for you of what a typical day could be like in the town I grew up in, and the generosity that most often gets looked over, I know, how dare they for not seeing this, let’s all flip them the bird, so it never happens again.
Waking up when it’s cold, pulling on your jeans, and buttoning up your high vis shirt, means a lot in this town. Standing out on the curb you can see the headlights of mine cars all driving down the street. Every car in the neighbourhood pulling out of their driveways at the same time – a little too Stepford Wives sometimes, but anyhoo – they act like a convoy as they head up to the highway, stopping in to get a fresh brekkie at the bakery, or to pick up a plastic wrapped treat for smoko. It all sounds very poetic, and in fact, it quite is. The men, and women here heading off to work in the morning, even before the sun has risen, is an ace part of this town that would seem wacko tobacco to people from the city, where rushing to Starbucks in the morning, carrying a briefcase and catching the train are everyday normalities – yet here, that’s not quite the same.
But I like working here on the holidays, and being able to do the mine thing again, getting to work early, opening my car door and sometimes letting out a curse when it’s far too cold for my liking, but also wanting to tell my self, “Bravo, you’re up early, you get to see the sun rise, and you get to have a cup of coffee when most people are still in snooze land counting sheep”.
I enjoy seeing the workers walk outside with their socks and thongs, smiling as they carry their crib bags because they’ve finished another shift, and they get to go home, but not before stopping in at the newsagency to buy the paper. It’s humorous the banter that goes on and pretty dang generous I say, working long shifts, surviving off barely any sleep and doing hard manual labour so families can have luxuries.
I’ll admit, growing up we used to sneak down to dad’s car, raid his ash tray and steal his coins so we could buy ice-creams, it was always a joke, and still is now – of how us three girls, four including mum, milk him for every penny.
You have to love the generosity in this town, and the folk who more than often don’t lock their car doors. Thanks dad, add another thank you on top of that for all the ice-creams you paid for over the years, unknowingly of course.
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