I hate the word resolution! No body ever sticks to them, but here is my list of GOALS for 2012 (with bonus pep-talks!):
+ try not to eat carbs – for they indeed are your enemy and you gain weight very fast when eating them!
+ religiously maintain new skincare regimen – you know how old you are, you don’t need to mention it online, but remember: IN 5 YEARS TIME YOUR SKIN WILL BE AS LEATHERY AND WRINKLY AS A PRUNE IF YOU DO NOT HEED THIS RESOLUTION!
+ walk Baxter EVERYDAY (unless raining, snowing or below 5 degrees outside) – no more using “I’m too tired” as an excuse, remember he is completely dependent on you and you need to be a better mum!
+ be in touch with Aus more often – BAD friend, BAD daughter, BAD sister!
+ write more
+ document weight/ fitness routine rigorously and hold yourself accountable – stay motivated, remember your metabolism isn’t what it was and that this is becoming a real issue for you!
+ try to be a better house-wife – yes cleaning sucks, and you’re pressed for time, but you never want to see those dust balls again (remember under couch when moving apartments)…
+ keep implementing “law of attraction” practices every day ~ it’s vital not to stop! (remember and be thankful for every miracle in 2011!)
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Girl meets boy
I seem to be daydreaming more and more as the date of my 2nd wedding anniversary approaches. It's strange to think as I sit here with the heater on, that I once belonged to a world where it is blistering hot this time of year. Summertime is in full (and scorching) swing in Australia and it was in summertime that I met Will. Scantily clad and sitting outside... I find myself grinning as I recall random, sweet and amazing moments of our almost three years together… like the night we met... (Queue the dream bubble)…
Saturday, 21st February 2009:
It was 6pm in the evening when I arrived at my girlfriend’s, wearing my short, crocheted, white ROXY dress with the sparkles all over it; my hair in curls and makeup light. The sun was still out and I noticed him instantly as I made my way to the kitchen where my friend was preparing the evening’s sides. He sat outside in the patio adjacent the kitchen – visible from about 20 different windows and a large, glass sliding door – smoking his Marlboro lights and sipping a beer. He wore his trademark military cutoffs (an ever present ode to his time spent in the Marine Corps), a red hat with Atlanta’s A symbol and a black singlet.
There were other people there of course and we all got along well. Will and I didn't have any one-on-one chats, just joined in with the group; but throughout the evening my interest and opinion of him increased as I found him to be funny, educated and of course... almost unbearably... sexy. The usual bbq chit-chat lasted for the next 7 hours or so, and it was at about 2am that I realized Will and I were the only ones left sitting out there at that table in a Central Queensland backyard, under the Milky Way.
He had no idea of constellations or planets so we lay on the grass and I explained the galaxy's greenish glow and Venus, pointed out various star signs and symbols. We talked and talked until soon, we were watching the sky change colours into those purple-pink-yellowish hues that arrive just before dawn, and knew it was time to call it a night. Needless to say, I didn't sleep a wink that morning and left as soon as I could... terrified. Although I didn't know him from Adam, I did know that he was amazing. And not at all like anyone else I'd ever met.
This terrified me because at that point in my life I was focused solely on my career. I had developed a cynicism towards men and relationships of any nature, with no interest in anything like that at all. Secretly and timidly, I read and re-read the Twilight series in bed each night - dreaming of an Edward Cullen of my own; but in reality, I was convinced there was only one place a man like that could ever exist; on paper.
In the short weeks that followed, Will proved me wrong. He turned out to be considerably more debonaire, dashing and romantic than old Ed Cullen. He was also persistent and constant, which a woman who'd been previously hurt needs. We spent every night for two months talking on the phone for hours; speaking of our families, achievements, failures, successes and dreams. I knew I loved him well before he met my parents in April; but I waited for him to tell me first.
In September 2009, Will proposed on Scarborough Beach in Western Australia and on Dec 28th that same year, we married on the Central Queensland beach of Rydges resort.
I know from experience that there’s no such thing as rushing love. If it’s really love, then it seems that rushed is the only way to be! Every minute apart feels like agony and I know I couldn’t stand to be away from Will. Things like logic or caring for your own self cease to exist; from the moment you fall in love, your focus becomes all about your life TOGETHER and nurturing it so that it grows strong. It’s rare and sacred to find the one you’re meant for, but as soon as you do – you just know. Every thought of previous relationships makes you want to laugh aloud for all the time wasted and tears cried.
Now, two years on, I recall the night we met and I realize every cliche' about love is true. Especially: I love him more today then when we'd just met.
Saturday, 21st February 2009:
It was 6pm in the evening when I arrived at my girlfriend’s, wearing my short, crocheted, white ROXY dress with the sparkles all over it; my hair in curls and makeup light. The sun was still out and I noticed him instantly as I made my way to the kitchen where my friend was preparing the evening’s sides. He sat outside in the patio adjacent the kitchen – visible from about 20 different windows and a large, glass sliding door – smoking his Marlboro lights and sipping a beer. He wore his trademark military cutoffs (an ever present ode to his time spent in the Marine Corps), a red hat with Atlanta’s A symbol and a black singlet.
There were other people there of course and we all got along well. Will and I didn't have any one-on-one chats, just joined in with the group; but throughout the evening my interest and opinion of him increased as I found him to be funny, educated and of course... almost unbearably... sexy. The usual bbq chit-chat lasted for the next 7 hours or so, and it was at about 2am that I realized Will and I were the only ones left sitting out there at that table in a Central Queensland backyard, under the Milky Way.
He had no idea of constellations or planets so we lay on the grass and I explained the galaxy's greenish glow and Venus, pointed out various star signs and symbols. We talked and talked until soon, we were watching the sky change colours into those purple-pink-yellowish hues that arrive just before dawn, and knew it was time to call it a night. Needless to say, I didn't sleep a wink that morning and left as soon as I could... terrified. Although I didn't know him from Adam, I did know that he was amazing. And not at all like anyone else I'd ever met.
This terrified me because at that point in my life I was focused solely on my career. I had developed a cynicism towards men and relationships of any nature, with no interest in anything like that at all. Secretly and timidly, I read and re-read the Twilight series in bed each night - dreaming of an Edward Cullen of my own; but in reality, I was convinced there was only one place a man like that could ever exist; on paper.
In the short weeks that followed, Will proved me wrong. He turned out to be considerably more debonaire, dashing and romantic than old Ed Cullen. He was also persistent and constant, which a woman who'd been previously hurt needs. We spent every night for two months talking on the phone for hours; speaking of our families, achievements, failures, successes and dreams. I knew I loved him well before he met my parents in April; but I waited for him to tell me first.
In September 2009, Will proposed on Scarborough Beach in Western Australia and on Dec 28th that same year, we married on the Central Queensland beach of Rydges resort.
I know from experience that there’s no such thing as rushing love. If it’s really love, then it seems that rushed is the only way to be! Every minute apart feels like agony and I know I couldn’t stand to be away from Will. Things like logic or caring for your own self cease to exist; from the moment you fall in love, your focus becomes all about your life TOGETHER and nurturing it so that it grows strong. It’s rare and sacred to find the one you’re meant for, but as soon as you do – you just know. Every thought of previous relationships makes you want to laugh aloud for all the time wasted and tears cried.
Now, two years on, I recall the night we met and I realize every cliche' about love is true. Especially: I love him more today then when we'd just met.
A spring in my step
November went by in a hurried daze as I put my "nose down and bum up" working to attain a promotion, prepare for Christmas and pack up our apartment. Upon receiving the news today that I have in fact received said promotion, things seem to have slowed down and I'm feeling happy and at peace with where I'm at.
The accumulation of my decisions that have paid off are making me pleased with my reflection as I smile at myself in the mirror. Those small changes I made weeks ago (like cutting carbs or switching to baby skin care products for the winter months) and those bigger and more recent ones (like our brand new apartment in Midtown and my promotion at work)... have amounted to a spring in my step and an eager anticipation of the season's festivities.
In my little family this is the busiest time of the year; it starts with Will's birthday on Saturday, then Christmas, then our wedding anniversary (which will be our second this year) and wrapped up with New Years Eve. This year, however, we will be adding: work promotion and housewarming to the party list.
I feel like the knowledge I've gained about the Law of Attraction this year should be celebrated too. It is absolutely the most valuable gift I could ever have received and has, without question, changed my life. I remember how bleak my life seemed last Christmas; as I questioned my move, my life, future, career and well everything. I never imagined how simple it would be to change my life through just thinking positive and trusting blindly. I now sit smiling as I realise such a weight is lifted off my shoulders with God's words from the bible ringing in my ears: "Ask, believe and you shall receive." My life has become proof of this very thing and I am grateful for everyone I meet, every experience I have and all of my amazing friends and family. Merry Christmas xo
The accumulation of my decisions that have paid off are making me pleased with my reflection as I smile at myself in the mirror. Those small changes I made weeks ago (like cutting carbs or switching to baby skin care products for the winter months) and those bigger and more recent ones (like our brand new apartment in Midtown and my promotion at work)... have amounted to a spring in my step and an eager anticipation of the season's festivities.
In my little family this is the busiest time of the year; it starts with Will's birthday on Saturday, then Christmas, then our wedding anniversary (which will be our second this year) and wrapped up with New Years Eve. This year, however, we will be adding: work promotion and housewarming to the party list.
I feel like the knowledge I've gained about the Law of Attraction this year should be celebrated too. It is absolutely the most valuable gift I could ever have received and has, without question, changed my life. I remember how bleak my life seemed last Christmas; as I questioned my move, my life, future, career and well everything. I never imagined how simple it would be to change my life through just thinking positive and trusting blindly. I now sit smiling as I realise such a weight is lifted off my shoulders with God's words from the bible ringing in my ears: "Ask, believe and you shall receive." My life has become proof of this very thing and I am grateful for everyone I meet, every experience I have and all of my amazing friends and family. Merry Christmas xo
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
This is it
There are certain milestones we pass that mark our progression into the following stage of our life; whatever that stage may be. Today, during a phone conversation with my bank manager, it occurred to me that this is it! My milestone moment from adolescence into adulthood. We were talking of finalising our buyer's contract for the apartment in Midtown that Will and I have found - at long last - and all of the fees, paperwork and legal issues associated; all very grown up stuff, (that was only very slightly over my head).
But owning a home for the very first time is a grown up thing to do. I've officially welcomed adulthood and with it, words like "mortgage," "tax reimbursement," "resale," "lease option" and "ombudsman" into my life, which does make me a little sad for the irresponsible adolescent within whom I've had to (also officially) farewell.
It is ironic that this farewell coincides with my rediscovery of rock & roll; for try as I might - I have begrudgingly realised that I am far from the angry, emotional mess I was, not five years ago, when I could stand to listen to it for more than an hour a day! I have grown and I am happy with the trade-off to have become Lena: wife, writer, poet; calm, collected, dexterous; woman, homeowner; but, the latter has me feeling like a wild bird that has been caged for the first time, flapping my wings frantically and lamenting lost freedom.
It's different for Will, who's owned an entire house before - not just an apartment in the city - but an ancient house that he lovingly renovated; a house associated with another first in his life that he did not share with me. In many ways, my husband hit adulthood long before he'd even met me; and has patiently waited for this free-spirited, carefree yet unsure girl within me to catch up with him. Since it's been nothing at all to date for me to simply 'up and leave' or restart my life at beckoned call - somehow owning a home is very grounding. It's an experience that's making me feel tied down, which is a new sensation within me; one that I'm having mixed emotions about. On one hand: it's about time to have a 'home'. On the other, I fret for our unrealised plans; like living in Europe or exploring the world. Things that seem easier without an accumulation of possessions or a 'mortgage'. Marrying Will was not scary at all compared to this. He was the best man I'd ever met and perfect in every way. No doubts. Period. Yet this milestone, somehow underlines words like housewife, mother, cook - all insecurities within me for the new role I'm taking on.
I know it sounds so silly! Since living together for two and a half years, our arrangements and dynamics are long established; yet, the unsettled nature of our immediate plans, together with renting and having undefined long term goals, somehow relieved the pressure. I'd say things like: 'when we get a home, I want to paint the walls this way' and 'we can do this' or 'we should buy that', even 'I'll start cooking Russian food:' implying that I didn't have to worry about any of it until such time as we get a home. Now I wonder - has the time come? Is this the future we didn't plan for? Are we ready to really settle down? Become grounded? Have kids? Bid adieu to our free spirit and spontaneity? And actually (I wonder the most), will I fail at everything?
I wonder if this crossroad between logic and emotion is the typical experience when one transitions into adulthood... Will's told me that he was terrified when he bought his first house too, so maybe I'm not alone in my constant mood shifts from excitement to panic - which I'm hoping will abate soon!
But owning a home for the very first time is a grown up thing to do. I've officially welcomed adulthood and with it, words like "mortgage," "tax reimbursement," "resale," "lease option" and "ombudsman" into my life, which does make me a little sad for the irresponsible adolescent within whom I've had to (also officially) farewell.
It is ironic that this farewell coincides with my rediscovery of rock & roll; for try as I might - I have begrudgingly realised that I am far from the angry, emotional mess I was, not five years ago, when I could stand to listen to it for more than an hour a day! I have grown and I am happy with the trade-off to have become Lena: wife, writer, poet; calm, collected, dexterous; woman, homeowner; but, the latter has me feeling like a wild bird that has been caged for the first time, flapping my wings frantically and lamenting lost freedom.
It's different for Will, who's owned an entire house before - not just an apartment in the city - but an ancient house that he lovingly renovated; a house associated with another first in his life that he did not share with me. In many ways, my husband hit adulthood long before he'd even met me; and has patiently waited for this free-spirited, carefree yet unsure girl within me to catch up with him. Since it's been nothing at all to date for me to simply 'up and leave' or restart my life at beckoned call - somehow owning a home is very grounding. It's an experience that's making me feel tied down, which is a new sensation within me; one that I'm having mixed emotions about. On one hand: it's about time to have a 'home'. On the other, I fret for our unrealised plans; like living in Europe or exploring the world. Things that seem easier without an accumulation of possessions or a 'mortgage'. Marrying Will was not scary at all compared to this. He was the best man I'd ever met and perfect in every way. No doubts. Period. Yet this milestone, somehow underlines words like housewife, mother, cook - all insecurities within me for the new role I'm taking on.
I know it sounds so silly! Since living together for two and a half years, our arrangements and dynamics are long established; yet, the unsettled nature of our immediate plans, together with renting and having undefined long term goals, somehow relieved the pressure. I'd say things like: 'when we get a home, I want to paint the walls this way' and 'we can do this' or 'we should buy that', even 'I'll start cooking Russian food:' implying that I didn't have to worry about any of it until such time as we get a home. Now I wonder - has the time come? Is this the future we didn't plan for? Are we ready to really settle down? Become grounded? Have kids? Bid adieu to our free spirit and spontaneity? And actually (I wonder the most), will I fail at everything?
I wonder if this crossroad between logic and emotion is the typical experience when one transitions into adulthood... Will's told me that he was terrified when he bought his first house too, so maybe I'm not alone in my constant mood shifts from excitement to panic - which I'm hoping will abate soon!
Regardless of my moods, I know my prologue is wrapping up. Upon our contract close, chapter 1 of my adult mini-series begins - and with my new job that actually pays at regular intervals: I'm in good shape to play the part. Will says that nothing has to change, but either way: we've taken the plunge now so this is it! No going back.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Baby, it's cold outside
Daylight savings has ended making the days very short. It's dark by 6pm and although the first official day of winter is December 22nd, it feels like the season has well and truly arrived. The blistering chills have blown in with the wind and are settling in rather early this year; which might mean another white Christmas, YAY.
In the true American spirit, that burns with a desire to decorate everything in sight: Christmas is now visible all around. Store windows adorn decorations or beautiful displays of cashmere scarves, mittens or beanies; street lamps wrapped in pine branches and red ribbon, while fairy lights are strewn through tree branches and rooftops. People on the streets walk faster, heaters are turned on in buildings, coat and hat racks are once again noticeable features within places we visit that didn't seem to have them before; and everyone in Midtown is wrapped up from head to toe, even the pets.
The cold is an interesting occurrence to describe to someone who's never experienced it before. No body warned me, because my American family had all grown up in this climate and were accustomed to it; but I'll never forget my fear and surprise the first time my hands became swollen and numb! Of course I thought it might mean frostbite or the end of me, and at once made it my objective to get my hands warm as quickly as possible! As my hands begun to unthaw, it hurt so deep in my bones! I couldn't move them freely and became even more frightened, like I'd left it too long and was doomed! LOL. On top of the pain, it felt a lot like I was wearing latex gloves full of water over my hands - due to the swelling and squishy texture!
Then there was the first time the cold made my nose hurt far up inside of my brain; which of course I assumed meant something horrible too. But I grew to love the cold last year, which was my first white Christmas. I loved the feeling of the brisk wind against my cheeks while outside and the romantic feeling in the air when everything is sparkling white from the snow and gas lanterns. Inside, there's nothing better than snuggles by the fire next to a live Christmas tree that makes the entire house smell like pine.
In the true American spirit, that burns with a desire to decorate everything in sight: Christmas is now visible all around. Store windows adorn decorations or beautiful displays of cashmere scarves, mittens or beanies; street lamps wrapped in pine branches and red ribbon, while fairy lights are strewn through tree branches and rooftops. People on the streets walk faster, heaters are turned on in buildings, coat and hat racks are once again noticeable features within places we visit that didn't seem to have them before; and everyone in Midtown is wrapped up from head to toe, even the pets.
The cold is an interesting occurrence to describe to someone who's never experienced it before. No body warned me, because my American family had all grown up in this climate and were accustomed to it; but I'll never forget my fear and surprise the first time my hands became swollen and numb! Of course I thought it might mean frostbite or the end of me, and at once made it my objective to get my hands warm as quickly as possible! As my hands begun to unthaw, it hurt so deep in my bones! I couldn't move them freely and became even more frightened, like I'd left it too long and was doomed! LOL. On top of the pain, it felt a lot like I was wearing latex gloves full of water over my hands - due to the swelling and squishy texture!
Then there was the first time the cold made my nose hurt far up inside of my brain; which of course I assumed meant something horrible too. But I grew to love the cold last year, which was my first white Christmas. I loved the feeling of the brisk wind against my cheeks while outside and the romantic feeling in the air when everything is sparkling white from the snow and gas lanterns. Inside, there's nothing better than snuggles by the fire next to a live Christmas tree that makes the entire house smell like pine.
to feel the rhythm of life...
Staind's once played-non-stop classic hit "it's been a while" came on the radio today. I realised that I either hadn't heard or had intentionally avoided it for five years straight and I was blown away by the miraculous effect it had on me! As if by a time machine, I felt physically lifted from where I was standing - without even closing my eyes - to my first ever trip to Rockhampton in 2005 with Dan; when he drove me out to meet his dad on the farm that he was living on at the time.
As I began to remember everything and feel exactly what I had back then, it dawned on me somewhere in my subconscious mind: that the emotions attached to hearing an old song have the power to invoke every sense. I could hear the ridiculously loud motor noise of his 180SX and his voice lightly signing along with an implication towards me in the tone; and I could smell Dan's "LYNX" cologne mingled with the ever present smell of cigarettes. Every detail of the trip replayed in my head like a photo-reel: the arrival, the farm animals, shooting a gun for my first time, Hungry Jacks for dinner and that glorious night sky... to this day the most amazing I have seen: a completely unobstructed and vivid view of the entire milky way with a slight greenish tint surrounding it, with stars as bright and far as the eye could see!
It was quite shocking how easily things that I hadn't thought about in years poured over me when I heard this song; like a massive and heavy wave that was preventing me from breathing and almost suffocating me; until the song was over and I was suddenly back in my kitchen with Baxter at my feet, looking curiously up at me while the radio announcer yapped on about the upcoming and one night only Staind concert in a few weeks time down the street. This hypnosis-like phenomenon sparked a revelation within me that I was determined to prove again as I ripped out my old Staind, Pearl Jam, Tool and Drowning Pool albums and listened to them one by one.
Although not as powerful as that initial shocking encounter with Aaron Lewis' voice in the kitchen - the hypnosis affect was definitely (albeit vaguely) present throughout each song! I somehow remembered every lyric, every pause and even every instrumental feature. It felt awesome! Like catching up with the best friends that I've ever had, who I haven't heard from in years, but bumped into to find that we're still as close as ever! I feel like Staind grew with me at the same time I did. From the first albums "Tormented" and "Dysfunction" that were as heavy, hateful and angry as I was at the time, to "The illusion of progress" in 2008 which was self-accepting, forgiving and in love. I often felt the lyrics were written specifically for and about me. "Believe" reduced me to tears tonight just like it did the first time I'd ever heard it. I remember desperately needing a confidence boost at that point in my life when I felt truly alone and broken, and BEHOLD: there it was in the lyrical genius of one of my musical idols.
Despite their lyrical relevance, my best friends (fav bands) during high school were so heavy that I hid them from my parents and sometimes even my brother. I remember begging dad for a discman to be able to listen to my beloved death metal free of criticism from my family or my mother's fear for the damnation of my soul. I had to hide album covers, especially Tool and A Perfect Circle who adorned witch craft symbols and Slipknot and Korn, whose covers were just weird. And in the off chance I was caught, I fiercely defended my best friends by justifying their lyrics or life experiences that had made them so angry! I'll never forget justifying Slipknot's self titled album cover that mum found in my room: (it seems so funny now, yet I was actually afraid she'd take it away from me for good!... I told her:) "they aren't insane or devil worshipers! They're famous and protecting their identities! Their music is very profound, people = shit is a great message!" LOL
Although me and my musical taste have both mellowed out over the past 1/2 decade, I have really enjoyed getting reacquainted with my best friends, who I abandoned, but who utterly got me through high school; by comforting me, always being by my side and reminding me that I'm not alone in my loneliness, fears, pain and hardship. Now that I'm a "woman" who's happily married and comfortable with who I am, it's ironic to hear songs associated with past torment, insecurity and heartache. Everything was a tragedy back then - complete life and death scenario - yet the parents were right in saying it was always a learning curve.
Staind's "Tangled up in you" used to mean something entirely different to me and was in reference to the off again, on again experience with Dan that lasted 8 years of my life. I felt it a little jolt of it as I heard it for the first time tonight, yet as I lay soaking in the tub and really listening to the lyrics, I thought of Will and I: how we're in such a great place in our life together - fully trusting, completely happy. ...How he's off tonight in Illinois celebrating Veteran's day his mates and fellow Veterans, and how I'm happy that he's having fun, yet missing him dreadfully and wishing he was home. These thoughts lead to thoughts of another song called "God bless the broken road" by the Rascal Flats. It was our wedding song and it talks of broken relationships that lead to our finding each other. I really have gone soft.
As I began to remember everything and feel exactly what I had back then, it dawned on me somewhere in my subconscious mind: that the emotions attached to hearing an old song have the power to invoke every sense. I could hear the ridiculously loud motor noise of his 180SX and his voice lightly signing along with an implication towards me in the tone; and I could smell Dan's "LYNX" cologne mingled with the ever present smell of cigarettes. Every detail of the trip replayed in my head like a photo-reel: the arrival, the farm animals, shooting a gun for my first time, Hungry Jacks for dinner and that glorious night sky... to this day the most amazing I have seen: a completely unobstructed and vivid view of the entire milky way with a slight greenish tint surrounding it, with stars as bright and far as the eye could see!
It was quite shocking how easily things that I hadn't thought about in years poured over me when I heard this song; like a massive and heavy wave that was preventing me from breathing and almost suffocating me; until the song was over and I was suddenly back in my kitchen with Baxter at my feet, looking curiously up at me while the radio announcer yapped on about the upcoming and one night only Staind concert in a few weeks time down the street. This hypnosis-like phenomenon sparked a revelation within me that I was determined to prove again as I ripped out my old Staind, Pearl Jam, Tool and Drowning Pool albums and listened to them one by one.
Although not as powerful as that initial shocking encounter with Aaron Lewis' voice in the kitchen - the hypnosis affect was definitely (albeit vaguely) present throughout each song! I somehow remembered every lyric, every pause and even every instrumental feature. It felt awesome! Like catching up with the best friends that I've ever had, who I haven't heard from in years, but bumped into to find that we're still as close as ever! I feel like Staind grew with me at the same time I did. From the first albums "Tormented" and "Dysfunction" that were as heavy, hateful and angry as I was at the time, to "The illusion of progress" in 2008 which was self-accepting, forgiving and in love. I often felt the lyrics were written specifically for and about me. "Believe" reduced me to tears tonight just like it did the first time I'd ever heard it. I remember desperately needing a confidence boost at that point in my life when I felt truly alone and broken, and BEHOLD: there it was in the lyrical genius of one of my musical idols.
Despite their lyrical relevance, my best friends (fav bands) during high school were so heavy that I hid them from my parents and sometimes even my brother. I remember begging dad for a discman to be able to listen to my beloved death metal free of criticism from my family or my mother's fear for the damnation of my soul. I had to hide album covers, especially Tool and A Perfect Circle who adorned witch craft symbols and Slipknot and Korn, whose covers were just weird. And in the off chance I was caught, I fiercely defended my best friends by justifying their lyrics or life experiences that had made them so angry! I'll never forget justifying Slipknot's self titled album cover that mum found in my room: (it seems so funny now, yet I was actually afraid she'd take it away from me for good!... I told her:) "they aren't insane or devil worshipers! They're famous and protecting their identities! Their music is very profound, people = shit is a great message!" LOL
Although me and my musical taste have both mellowed out over the past 1/2 decade, I have really enjoyed getting reacquainted with my best friends, who I abandoned, but who utterly got me through high school; by comforting me, always being by my side and reminding me that I'm not alone in my loneliness, fears, pain and hardship. Now that I'm a "woman" who's happily married and comfortable with who I am, it's ironic to hear songs associated with past torment, insecurity and heartache. Everything was a tragedy back then - complete life and death scenario - yet the parents were right in saying it was always a learning curve.
Staind's "Tangled up in you" used to mean something entirely different to me and was in reference to the off again, on again experience with Dan that lasted 8 years of my life. I felt it a little jolt of it as I heard it for the first time tonight, yet as I lay soaking in the tub and really listening to the lyrics, I thought of Will and I: how we're in such a great place in our life together - fully trusting, completely happy. ...How he's off tonight in Illinois celebrating Veteran's day his mates and fellow Veterans, and how I'm happy that he's having fun, yet missing him dreadfully and wishing he was home. These thoughts lead to thoughts of another song called "God bless the broken road" by the Rascal Flats. It was our wedding song and it talks of broken relationships that lead to our finding each other. I really have gone soft.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Failing
There really is something to be said for just feeling healthy! I am so aware right now of how blessed I am and how grateful I should be for simply feeling good or functional most of the time! Today I am sore literally all over - not like how people say that when they're exaggerating or complaining, but really! - my hands hurt, my head is splitting, my stomach, back, legs and feet! If that's not all over then I don't know what is.
The reason I'm so sore is the same reason I've been such a recluse lately. My last post was almost two weeks ago and that was probably the last moment I had to just sit by myself and relax with a cuppa [that means cup of tea/ coffee to anyone who's not Aussie] while updating my blog.
Ever since the last week of October, I have not stopped or slowed down for one second! With so much going on, I need to make a list just to keep track of it all myself:
PS: Pumpkin status update: I've stayed true to my word and tried everything pumpkin I could get my hands around. Now I've stopped due to an expanding waistline and certain outfits no longer getting around me! Pumpkin bread has turned out to be my favourite and I find I prefer the savoury pumpkin stuff; since everything sweet has 'pumpkin spice' added to it which is kind of a nutmeg/ cinnamon fusion that I find over-bearing after a while.
PPS: The colours of autumn are well and truly surrounding the city and as soon as I get some time to myself, I will take to the streets - camera in hand - and take some pics of the multi coloured slendor
The reason I'm so sore is the same reason I've been such a recluse lately. My last post was almost two weeks ago and that was probably the last moment I had to just sit by myself and relax with a cuppa [that means cup of tea/ coffee to anyone who's not Aussie] while updating my blog.
Ever since the last week of October, I have not stopped or slowed down for one second! With so much going on, I need to make a list just to keep track of it all myself:
- As soon as we got home I had to start catching up on 3 weeks worth of dirty laundry - which was no mean feat by the way. Will kept finding his dirty clothes in random places, like his office or the car, and adding to the pile daily!
- While our landlord has graciously allowed us to stay on indefinitely; our lease is now on borrowed time and we have been frantically searching for apartments in Midtown to move to. That has meant perusing countless websites, meeting agents, trying to find the right one and visiting what feels like a hundred different properties in person. This week is ultra stressful with me working and Will being out of town again!
- This week was in fact the start of my new job in fashion retail (and everything that comes with that - shopping for new shoes, clothes, reading induction manuals 1,000 pages long!). The hours have suprisingly turned out to be insane! With an 'open shift' commencing at 8am, even though the store doesn't open until 10, and a 'close shift' ending at 11pm!! Even though the store closes at 9. It's physically tough to transition from a job where I sat all day writing, to one where I'm lifting heavy things and running or standing all day long. (Hence the current aches and pains).
- On top of this, I've been desperately clasping at any free time to wrap up lingering writing assignments
- And to touch base with colleagues, friends and family in both Australia and Atlanta, so as to not offend anyone - but I feel like I'm failing miserably and letting people down left, right and centre!
PS: Pumpkin status update: I've stayed true to my word and tried everything pumpkin I could get my hands around. Now I've stopped due to an expanding waistline and certain outfits no longer getting around me! Pumpkin bread has turned out to be my favourite and I find I prefer the savoury pumpkin stuff; since everything sweet has 'pumpkin spice' added to it which is kind of a nutmeg/ cinnamon fusion that I find over-bearing after a while.
PPS: The colours of autumn are well and truly surrounding the city and as soon as I get some time to myself, I will take to the streets - camera in hand - and take some pics of the multi coloured slendor
Monday, November 7, 2011
My dream apartment has come true!
On the 30th October 2010 Will, Baxter and I moved into the Mayfair Tower... and on the 7th of November, I wrote this post in my journal, which I wanted to share on my blog:
My head is spinning from happiness! Last week, Will and I left his mother's house in Peachtree City and moved into my dream apartment in Midtown Atlanta. The 2 bed/ 2 bathroom apartment (floor plan) is on the 23rd story of the Mayfair Tower high-rise and to me, it's the most beautiful building in Midtown. The views from our windows are amazing, with one side facing Piedmont Park and the other facing Buckhead. I can't believe how lucky we are and I just know living on 14th St is going to be awesome!
My head is spinning from happiness! Last week, Will and I left his mother's house in Peachtree City and moved into my dream apartment in Midtown Atlanta. The 2 bed/ 2 bathroom apartment (floor plan) is on the 23rd story of the Mayfair Tower high-rise and to me, it's the most beautiful building in Midtown. The views from our windows are amazing, with one side facing Piedmont Park and the other facing Buckhead. I can't believe how lucky we are and I just know living on 14th St is going to be awesome!
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| Entrance |
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| The Two Mayfair Towers |
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| View of Mayfair/ Midtown from across the pond @ Piedmont Park |
Friday, October 28, 2011
Pumpkin mania
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| Pumpkin soup photo credit: uniquefallwedding.com |
There’s an old and very well known saying (thanks to Ron Burgundy who just couldn’t get it right!): “when in Rome, do as the Romans do.” Well right now in the USA the thing to do is really anything to do with fall harvest or Halloween. America and its people are very seasonal and will take any excuse to decorate their houses, yards or to hang wreaths anywhere they can.
So naturally, pumpkins are all around and not just as decorations; they are being implemented into recipes, drinks, clothing and jewelery. That’s why I have set myself a mission to try every consumable pumpkin product I can.
As I write this, I sip on my very first pumpkin latte from Starbucks and I really like it. It’s similar to a cinnamon latte but I guess they use pumpkin spice sprinkle instead of cinnamon.
Pumpkin beer, pumpkin pie, pumpkin muffins, pumpkin bread, pumpkin mousse, pumpkin porridge, cookies, crepes, waffles and smoothies are among the things I plan to try.
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| Pumpkin cake photo credit: countryliving.com |
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| Pumpkin Mousse Parfaitphoto credit: childfreechic.com |
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| Pumpkin pie photo credit: favim.com |
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| Pumpkin beer photo credit: amymittelman.com |
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| Pumpkin coffee photo credit: lbsimpson.blogspot.com |
Thursday, October 27, 2011
The unromantic truth about travel
Another hectic week has all but passed me by. I returned home on Monday to fulfill a work commitment at Atlanta's MedTrade, (leaving Will and Baxter alone in Arkansas) and tomorrow I will spend the majority of my day in various airports, awaiting the connecting flights that will eventually take me back to Little Rock, Arkansas. This weekend will be the final breadth of our month long journey and honestly, it has not come soon enough!
I'm feeling utterly exhausted, listening to Michael Buble's Home and thinking that travel can become somewhat of a deception. It truly sounds enticing, glamorous even; but it's definitely not all champagne, limos, 5 star hotels, adventure and excitement. The reality is that simply driving, sitting in the passenger’s seat, or flying can be exhausting, and even if excitement is present - it's that very excitement that makes you weary by the end of the day. It's a strange phenomenon that the human brain can only take so much excitement before it turns into irrational irritation or utter exhaustion.
I know that I am blessed and I am eternally grateful for the sights I've seen, people and opportunities I've encountered and experiences I've had; but honestly, being out on the open road or jet setting is hard, frustrating business!
Some of the major things that make travelling so frustrating are:
Airport security. I have to mention them first because, let's face it, none of us can stand them. They are probably the kids that got pushed around in school, or the adults that get pushed around at home: and desperately need to assert their authority in some way. These airport security officers are often unreasonable, pushy and just plain mean. (Can you tell I'm not looking forward to our encounter tomorrow?)
Another frustration is modern technology that we have come to rely upon like oxygen, in order to get by! A faulty GPS that can get you lost, or a mobile phone with a dying battery that can lead to all sorts of grief!
Next on the frustration meter are the hotels; as annoying as it is when you can't even a 3 star hotel, what's worse are those hotels claiming to be star rated, but look as if they are ran by the caravan-park association of No Standardsville. There's nothing worse than stained towels or dirty bed sheets! Those horrible goose bumps that rise and the immediate discomfort that spreads from the pit of your stomach to the roots of your hair! I would (and have) sooner sleep in my car than a dirty hotel!
The final thing I find extremely frustrating about travelling, are the unhelpful people in service jobs! Universal dictionaries define service as the act of helping or working for somebody - yet, more often than not, there is an attitude from these people who are (willingly) employed in the industry! This attitude pushes me to breaking point when I am either hungry, lost, feeling unwell, simply exhausted (or all of the above!) and just need some help from a decent human being that understands.
I've had moments where I've literally wanted to stomp my feet and cry because of the sheer number of events that have consecutively gone wrong! Sure, you might think the rewards of travel are greater than the off chance of incurring a problem or two; but really, that is being naiive. When you have been en-route from place and sight to place and sight for two or more weeks: your weariness, sleep deprivation and intolerance all set in, until you no longer care for the mountains, wildlife, cuisine or any form of sightseeing. That's usually when I find myself envisioning my own bed, or a home cooked meal, until a beckoning melody of home begins play louder and louder in my head with every gas station I stop at, or every airport I am cursed with.
I'm feeling utterly exhausted, listening to Michael Buble's Home and thinking that travel can become somewhat of a deception. It truly sounds enticing, glamorous even; but it's definitely not all champagne, limos, 5 star hotels, adventure and excitement. The reality is that simply driving, sitting in the passenger’s seat, or flying can be exhausting, and even if excitement is present - it's that very excitement that makes you weary by the end of the day. It's a strange phenomenon that the human brain can only take so much excitement before it turns into irrational irritation or utter exhaustion.
I know that I am blessed and I am eternally grateful for the sights I've seen, people and opportunities I've encountered and experiences I've had; but honestly, being out on the open road or jet setting is hard, frustrating business!
Some of the major things that make travelling so frustrating are:
Airport security. I have to mention them first because, let's face it, none of us can stand them. They are probably the kids that got pushed around in school, or the adults that get pushed around at home: and desperately need to assert their authority in some way. These airport security officers are often unreasonable, pushy and just plain mean. (Can you tell I'm not looking forward to our encounter tomorrow?)
Another frustration is modern technology that we have come to rely upon like oxygen, in order to get by! A faulty GPS that can get you lost, or a mobile phone with a dying battery that can lead to all sorts of grief!
Next on the frustration meter are the hotels; as annoying as it is when you can't even a 3 star hotel, what's worse are those hotels claiming to be star rated, but look as if they are ran by the caravan-park association of No Standardsville. There's nothing worse than stained towels or dirty bed sheets! Those horrible goose bumps that rise and the immediate discomfort that spreads from the pit of your stomach to the roots of your hair! I would (and have) sooner sleep in my car than a dirty hotel!
The final thing I find extremely frustrating about travelling, are the unhelpful people in service jobs! Universal dictionaries define service as the act of helping or working for somebody - yet, more often than not, there is an attitude from these people who are (willingly) employed in the industry! This attitude pushes me to breaking point when I am either hungry, lost, feeling unwell, simply exhausted (or all of the above!) and just need some help from a decent human being that understands.
I've had moments where I've literally wanted to stomp my feet and cry because of the sheer number of events that have consecutively gone wrong! Sure, you might think the rewards of travel are greater than the off chance of incurring a problem or two; but really, that is being naiive. When you have been en-route from place and sight to place and sight for two or more weeks: your weariness, sleep deprivation and intolerance all set in, until you no longer care for the mountains, wildlife, cuisine or any form of sightseeing. That's usually when I find myself envisioning my own bed, or a home cooked meal, until a beckoning melody of home begins play louder and louder in my head with every gas station I stop at, or every airport I am cursed with.
It's interesting (and Michael Buble' will concur): no matter your age, everyone sets out on a trip all fresh faced and wide eyed - but soon yearn for home like nothing they've ever craved before.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Culture in the city
For some reason, ever since I visited the Frontier in Abilene, I've felt a little homesick. Maybe its the history and pride of Texas that has made me feel proud to be Australian and it has once again hit me that I've been away from home for an entire YEAR!
Since I'm married to the world's best person, he took it upon himself to find me an Australian dinner; but when he couldn't, he reverted to the next best thing... Dallas has a very large Russian population, so tonight Will has given me a very "homey" one here in Texas. We visited a deli that has the largest variety of international food anywhere in the city. The Eastern European section here is bursting with my Russian favorites including homemade meals that taste every bit as good as mama’s!
After stocking up with traditional pastries, salads, juices and candies, I passed away the evening watching vintage Russian cartoons and sipping kvac. Ironically, these traditional Russian things remind me of Brisbane Aus and our old backyard gazebo, palm trees and pool! So in a way, it sort of is Australian food.
It seems strange that here in the heart of west Texas, home of America’s cowboy, I’m enjoying a Russian banquet! And it’s funny to think that my heritage, multi-linguistics and cultural diversity are today some my most prized assets, yet these things about me gave me such a complex growing up. I now often tell Will that I plan to raise our children the same way my parents raised me: by forcing them to attend Russian school, or ignoring them until they speak to me in Russian! Got to be cruel to be kind and I see that now - so thanks mum and dad! xo
Since I'm married to the world's best person, he took it upon himself to find me an Australian dinner; but when he couldn't, he reverted to the next best thing... Dallas has a very large Russian population, so tonight Will has given me a very "homey" one here in Texas. We visited a deli that has the largest variety of international food anywhere in the city. The Eastern European section here is bursting with my Russian favorites including homemade meals that taste every bit as good as mama’s!
After stocking up with traditional pastries, salads, juices and candies, I passed away the evening watching vintage Russian cartoons and sipping kvac. Ironically, these traditional Russian things remind me of Brisbane Aus and our old backyard gazebo, palm trees and pool! So in a way, it sort of is Australian food.
It seems strange that here in the heart of west Texas, home of America’s cowboy, I’m enjoying a Russian banquet! And it’s funny to think that my heritage, multi-linguistics and cultural diversity are today some my most prized assets, yet these things about me gave me such a complex growing up. I now often tell Will that I plan to raise our children the same way my parents raised me: by forcing them to attend Russian school, or ignoring them until they speak to me in Russian! Got to be cruel to be kind and I see that now - so thanks mum and dad! xo
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Road trip, day 10: Dallas, Texas
The city of Dallas is smaller than I expected it would be. Especially seeing as it's sort of the shopping/ culture capital of North Western Texas and the place that folks from surrounding localities drive to for their major shopping needs.
On this trip I am staying in and just relaxing; spending some much needed time with Baxter while he gets some exercise, plus recharging my batteries for this upcoming weekend of fun (in Arkansas). I'm OK with missing out on a few days of tourism since last time I visited Dallas, I explored the city and visited one of its most famous landmarks: the 6th Floor Museum - which is the actual preserved building and room from whence President JFK was infamously assassinated in the street inside of his escort vehicle. It's eerie to look out of that window on the 6th floor, down to the street where a white X still marks the exact spot that the President happened to be, when he met his fate. Today, there is a monument to him down on that street, as well as a cafe/ gift shop that sells all sorts of memorabilia in his honor.
Another destination from my last trip was the Dallas Museum of Nature and Science; which is aimed toward children; but I did enjoy its IMAX theatre, where I watched a documentary on ancient Egypt, and its "Hall of Texas Mammals" - which perplexingly contained birds and reptiles as well?! (Just a suggestion, but maybe they should rename it: Hall of Texas' Native Animals.) Photos coming soon!
Although it was incredible to be up-close and personal with real animals, to see just how HUGE some of them really are and to be able to touch some of their fur - it did make me a little sad that they were all killed and stuffed just for this reason.
On this trip I am staying in and just relaxing; spending some much needed time with Baxter while he gets some exercise, plus recharging my batteries for this upcoming weekend of fun (in Arkansas). I'm OK with missing out on a few days of tourism since last time I visited Dallas, I explored the city and visited one of its most famous landmarks: the 6th Floor Museum - which is the actual preserved building and room from whence President JFK was infamously assassinated in the street inside of his escort vehicle. It's eerie to look out of that window on the 6th floor, down to the street where a white X still marks the exact spot that the President happened to be, when he met his fate. Today, there is a monument to him down on that street, as well as a cafe/ gift shop that sells all sorts of memorabilia in his honor.
Another destination from my last trip was the Dallas Museum of Nature and Science; which is aimed toward children; but I did enjoy its IMAX theatre, where I watched a documentary on ancient Egypt, and its "Hall of Texas Mammals" - which perplexingly contained birds and reptiles as well?! (Just a suggestion, but maybe they should rename it: Hall of Texas' Native Animals.) Photos coming soon!
Although it was incredible to be up-close and personal with real animals, to see just how HUGE some of them really are and to be able to touch some of their fur - it did make me a little sad that they were all killed and stuffed just for this reason.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Road trip, day 9: Abilene Texas
Will and I left Synder on Monday, almost as soon as I'd finished my blog entry about it, and drove to Abilene where we spent the night. We set off again (for Dallas) shortly after breakfast on Tuesday morning; but not before I'd convinced Will to stop at Frontier Texas: an incredibly high-tech exhibit depicting the early history of Texas.
I learnt a lot of valuable information, but more importantly I left truly wowed by this one-of-a-kind virtual tour; where surround-sound and motion-activated plasma screen tour guides followed me from room to room and told me "their stories" from the past. It was neat to be able to touch genuine Indian artifacts, buffalo furs and skins, ancient leather and other relics; and so easy to retain information through this new form of exhibition.
Every side is represented; from Texas's native Indian colonies and early European settlement to the devastating conflicts and consequences this merged lifestyle caused both sides to incur. Another group to suffer almost to the brink of extinction was the buffalo; upon whom the Indians almost solely relied upon for their longevity. Once the buffalo were eradicated - it wasn't long before the Indian way of life tragically followed suit.
I learnt a lot of valuable information, but more importantly I left truly wowed by this one-of-a-kind virtual tour; where surround-sound and motion-activated plasma screen tour guides followed me from room to room and told me "their stories" from the past. It was neat to be able to touch genuine Indian artifacts, buffalo furs and skins, ancient leather and other relics; and so easy to retain information through this new form of exhibition.
Every side is represented; from Texas's native Indian colonies and early European settlement to the devastating conflicts and consequences this merged lifestyle caused both sides to incur. Another group to suffer almost to the brink of extinction was the buffalo; upon whom the Indians almost solely relied upon for their longevity. Once the buffalo were eradicated - it wasn't long before the Indian way of life tragically followed suit.
I recommend this Frontier experience in Abilene to anyone wishing to visit Texas. It's a key step in understanding the state's pride and culture - which is often perceived as boastful by the other states.
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| The "tour guide" (projection) beckons to be followed upon arrival |
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| An Indian chief tells of his people and customs |
Monday, October 17, 2011
Road trip, day 7: Snyder, Texas
After we left Fort Worth yesterday we drove to Snyder which is not much more than a mining town – without the mine! On our way here we were surrounded by thousands upon thousands of wind turbines – the government’s answer to environmentally friendly power generation.
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| Photo credit: wind-power-turbines.info |
Although quite a sight to behold, these turbines seem to do little for the economy of the towns they surround. Being self sufficient, they don’t generate any new employment and being so large, they take up A LOT of space; meaning the opportunity of utilizing the land in other ways (such as farming or town development) vanishes. They also affect wildlife since so much space is cleared away to make room for them and all of this in turn impacts tourism. I guess they are a cleaner option, but I wonder if the steel turbines really are a greener option - when so many thousands are needed to produce the same energy as one power plant?... Moving on!
I'm having a quiet day today, just working and catching up on some much needed laundry and rest at the hotel. It's nice to have a down day and unscramble myself and my to-do list!
Weekend highlights in Fort Worth, Texas
After a short drive to the city of Arlington, Will and I found a pumpkin patch to select our perfect pumpkin from, and once our mission was complete, we came across an Eastern European restaurant/ gift shop, where we had a very surprising, very pleasant Russian lunch and perused souvenirs and icons.
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| (cranky look due to being bitten by a fire ant! Now I know why they are called that: IT BURNS! ouch!!) |
The only way our weekend in Fort Worth could have been any better is if time had stopped for us and enabled a longer stay! We spent the greatest portion of Saturday in Downtown, were I got completely caught up in the beauty of the autumn decorations all around the city and jumped on the band wagon to find myself the perfect harvest decoration: a pumpkin!
After a short drive to the city of Arlington, Will and I found a pumpkin patch to select our perfect pumpkin from, and once our mission was complete, we came across an Eastern European restaurant/ gift shop, where we had a very surprising, very pleasant Russian lunch and perused souvenirs and icons.
Back in Fort Worth, the evening went by in a daze as we once again headed Downtown to enjoy the music, atmosphere and fine dining. Sunday was greeted bright and early by another visit to the Stockyards District where we witnessed a cattle drive (these days more a tourist attraction than a real cattle sale) and wandered around Stockyards Station until lunch time. This concluded our wonderful and jam-packed stay in Fort Worth.
Our perfect pumpkin was left sitting in our hotel room adorning a written message to the staff thanking them for our lovely stay and Fort Worth left a resounding message within Will and I to come back again soon!
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Road trip, day 5: Fort Worth, Texas
Fort Worth is definitely the highlight of our trip so far and a breath of fresh air after the three days we’ve just had! The locals here are some of the nicest and most hospitable you'll meet anywhere; very proud of their city and eager to share it with visitors. In fact, the term "Southern hospitality" probably originated right here in this beautiful city!
We arrived just after lunch yesterday and have had a blast ever since. After getting checked into our (very nice) hotel, we walked around downtown into the night, exploring Fort Worth’s cultural district: which was every bit as multicultural and charming as it promised to be. The streets are decorated in neat garden patches – with flowers and trees trimmed into the shapes of various animals – cleaner and brighter than anywhere I’ve been before. Live music is heard all around; the intertwined sounds of jazz and country can be enjoyed from several outside dining spots, while horse drawn carriages wait to take lovers or tourists on a ride nearby.
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| Fort Worth like Brisbane Photo credit: selfstoragefinders.com |
Fort Worth was guaranteed from the start to become one of my favorite American places! It seems the city planners took my two Australian homes (Brisbane and Rockhampton QLD) and placed them side by side, separated by a river in the middle! I didn’t realize until we had crossed the river – which alone is rare to encounter in an American city – and looked back at Fort Worth from a distance; that its skyline, the river and the bridge all combined; pulled my heart strings and made me feel like I was in Brisbane for a minute! Then when we crossed the bridge and entered the gateway to America’s West (known as The Stockyards District), it made me laugh how much it reminded me of Rocky!
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| Photo credit: foreclosurelistings.com |
The brick roads, buildings of tin and wood with fire escapes down their sides, horses in the street and the distinct smell of cow dung; all reminiscent of a time and place long ago that you’d expect only to see in an old country & Western movie. The prices are outdated too! With decent beer like Bud Light starting at $1.50 per bottle and a full plate of BBQ meat and salad at $8. We spent the rest of the evening in the Stockyards District last night, visiting bars like Billy Bob’s (which is the home of the world’s largest “honky-tonk”), listening to live country music and watching a live bull ride.
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| Bull rider @ Billy Bobs Photo credit: billybobstexas.com |
The only other place I have encountered real cowboys and cowgirls is in Central Queensland. There is a distinct difference in culture and fashion, and a must-experience for anyone who's never been somewhere like that!
Fort Worth is called the Country & Culture city and I whole-heartily agree! I love its diversity and look forward to the rest of my weekend here!
Thursday, October 13, 2011
The worst place I've ever been! Palestine, TX
Due to great weather today, Baxter and I finally left our hotel room and explored Downtown Palestine. I was quite excited about this since I'm a real history geek and the city centre here contains some of the oldest buildings in Texas. However, I was quite disappointed!
It seems that while Palestine's city council is trying hard to attract tourism to the area and improve the small town's economy through the restoration of the city into its original charm... the locals do not welcome tourists or visitors of any kind with a friendly eye! I would never have expected people in a town like this to be unfriendly, yet they really are! At times I felt unsafe walking from my hotel as cars actually slowed down to stare at Baxter and I or to yell mean things out of their windows!
It's such a shame that I can't recommend this place as somewhere to visit. The old-world charm of the entire town, the local wineries and the ancient steam train (registered with American Heritage Railways) that is still in working condition providing rides and tours: made me think that it would be a shoe-in on my "awesome American places" list. But aside from the unwelcoming, unsmiling faces of the locals, the tourism industry here is poorly organized and not at all as inviting as portrayed!
Sorry Palestine! Instead of spending millions in renovating, maybe the town should invest in some people skills!
PS: Loved all the staff at the Holiday Inn :-) theirs were the only smiling faces I saw the entire time!
I'm looking forward to leaving in the morning - Forth Worth Texas here we come!
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Road trip, day 2: Palestine, Texas
How my perfect morning turned into me almost burning down our hotel...!
So, let me set the mood... This morning we had a slow and lazy start due to the cold grey sky which meant only one thing: rain. As we got up, ate breakfast and began our day - Will and I were hopeful that the clouds would clear and allow us to fulfill our plans: his were to conduct product training at the Big Brown coal mine and Baxter and I's were to explore the historic downtown of Palestine.
But, as the rain started to pour and my plans for the day well and truly had to be cancelled, Baxter and I improvised a new and exciting plan involving snuggling under the bed sheets, a movie on cable and popcorn! It was a great plan and we were warm and comfortable under the covers... until the microwave burnt my popcorn and filled the room with smoke, causing the smoke alarm to go off, the hotel manager to come running and the phone to ring non-stop!
Poor Bax got the fright of his life and hid under covers and behind pillows through all of this commotion and even throughout the entire hour that an industrial fan had to be left turned on to blow all the smoke and smell out of the window!
So far not what I had planned; but there is never a dull moment! Now that our nerves are calm, we are trying again with the movie - we decided we don't need the popcorn!
So, let me set the mood... This morning we had a slow and lazy start due to the cold grey sky which meant only one thing: rain. As we got up, ate breakfast and began our day - Will and I were hopeful that the clouds would clear and allow us to fulfill our plans: his were to conduct product training at the Big Brown coal mine and Baxter and I's were to explore the historic downtown of Palestine.
But, as the rain started to pour and my plans for the day well and truly had to be cancelled, Baxter and I improvised a new and exciting plan involving snuggling under the bed sheets, a movie on cable and popcorn! It was a great plan and we were warm and comfortable under the covers... until the microwave burnt my popcorn and filled the room with smoke, causing the smoke alarm to go off, the hotel manager to come running and the phone to ring non-stop!
Poor Bax got the fright of his life and hid under covers and behind pillows through all of this commotion and even throughout the entire hour that an industrial fan had to be left turned on to blow all the smoke and smell out of the window!
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Road trip, day 1: Texas
A very hot day in Texas today - which is typical since both the forecast and the preceding week have promised cool weather! I am almost boiling in my boots, jeans and turtle neck (called a skivvy in Australian) which I of course wore due to being too cold yesterday!
We are in Dallas, I am taking a breather and letting Baxter run around while Will attends a sales call. After this, we have another three hour drive to our destination; a city called 'Palestine' where we will be based for the next couple of days.
Having said that, Palestine Texas was not named by Arab settlers: it was named after the Northern settlement of Palestine Illinois! But I did find it interesting and I didn't know previously that all over the US, are cities named in honor of those English or European places that were left behind.
The highlight of our drive has so far been last night, when we were pulled over for speeding and Baxter (my mini poodle) barked and growled at the officer who approached our car with his high pitched squealing bark! I couldn't placate him at all and the officer thought it was so funny that he let us off scott-free! Champion!
Monday, October 10, 2011
We have lift off!
Well this past week sure has been a hectic one! After wasting an entire weekend feeling homesick and commemorating my first year away from home by overindulging in fantastic just-like-Mama’s Russian food (that Will and I discovered at the International Farmers’ Market on Buford Hwy); it was go-go-go all week long, wrapping up fashion assignments from CFW, collaborating with friends and colleagues on various work projects and fine tuning my resume after realizing that writing about pretty things doesn’t give me the financial freedom to buy any of those pretty things!
… But nothing eases stress and homesickness quite like a road trip; the open road, fresh air and wide open spaces (somebody queue the Dixie Chicks!). So Will, Baxter and I are setting off later today on our second voyage into the Heart of Dixie or Dixie Land (which is what the American South calls itself); for three whole weeks! So far the schedule includes Oklahoma, Mississippi, Texas, Arkansas & Louisiana. Let's see how efficient a blogger I am while out on the road!
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