So, the title actually has nothing to do with the blog, i was just hanging to write that somewhere today and a facebook status update didn't seem like the right time or place, it just wasn't fitting, but a blog title was. So .. whatever! Suck a fart!
In other news - we are here!! We are all in our new 'home sweet home'. Gregg arrived here on Monday, the furniture arrived (SAFELY, i might add) on Wednesday (EXACTLY as scheduled, i might also add!) and the children and i arrived on Wednesday evening after our exciting day of 2 flights. The first flight was fine, the second flight .. not so good! For starters, it was a smaller plane, which i was expecting .. but for those who are unlucky enough to be confronted with my many facebook status updates, you would already know that my thoughts on the second plane went a little something like this .. "ITS A HELICOPTER! ITS A FUCKING HELICOPTER!!" .. but, we did arrive safely without too many mishaps!! Ha, i totally didn't even poo my pants!
It's been a busy first week, a school has been chosen for Heath, a kinder has been chosen for Roxiee, Greggs looking at buying a cleaning business and im going to hand resumes into childcare centres OR look at doing my own cleaning type business as an extension to Greggs. The house is completely unpacked, (just dont look in any cupboards, or the garage .. and possibly refrain from looking under beds too) and we have also been doing some day trips with a few of Greggs relatives who are down for the week. All this and more, in the very first week!!
It's funny walking around the shops here, people know straight away that we aren't 'bundabergians' as we are sporting our shorts and singlets while they are all rugged up in their winter clothes. Another dead give away is the pale skin we are all wearing! Actually .. there's MANY things that seem to be advertising our 'un-localness' at the moment .. apparantly we are terrible at pronouncing the names of suburbs here and the REAL locals have an ABSOLUTE issue with this .. me to taxi man "yes, i live in Avoca" .. taxi man : "where?" *insert bewildered face here* .. Me : "Avoca" .. thinking he hadn't heard me i said it louder "AVOCA" .. taxi man : "Avenell heights?" .. Me : "no, AVOCA .. A-V-O-C-A" .. Taxi man : "Ohhhh, AVOKA" .. so apparantly it NEEDS to be pronounced with a K and not a C, despite the fact that it's spelt with a C .. whatever dude! Shit, get a cane toad up ya! Seriously!! This has happened a million times though, people are seriously protective over their suburb pronounciation!! I feel like their should be tafe courses for this shit so i can stop offending the locals!
Another thing showing how touristy we are .. our driving! Our interpretation of the road markings here .. holy mother of england the road markings (lack thereof) are flipping insane!! There's no 'give way' markings on the roads so i carry on driving on roads where i clearly should have stopped as there is an exceptional fast car coming at me from the other side of the road! Ugh .. at least i still have Victorian plates so perhaps people will be more understanding! And the one small incident where i sat in the turning lane but continued to go straight ahead at the intersection .. well, lets not go there! Where i come from the turning lanes are defined by arrows or similar markings and NOT by the people behind me beeping thier horns and overtaking me. I guess this will take some getting used to!
Apparantly i speak another language too .. me to bottle shop man "one bottle of Cougar please" .. bottle shop man "Crougar? Whats that?" .. Me "COUGAR, right there, bottom shelf" .. bottle shop man : "Oh, Cougar, it's obviously NOT for you love" .. Me : "why's that?" .. bottle shop man : "well coz you said cRougar, not Cougar" .. fuck meeeeeeeeeee! I said Cougar!! Besides, if you didn't keep it BEHIND your counter i wouldnt have had to have this stupid conversation with you! What the hell is it doing behind the counter anyways? Shit, makes me want to go drink the petrol from his Subaru tank!
Bugs - creepy crawlies .. things that shouldn't exist in places other than hell .. they live in my backyard!! We drive past housing estates, we see gorgeous houses and we see kangaroos jumping past the front doors (i actually think thats adorable at the moment!!) .. meanwhile, in MY backyard i'v seen huntsmen bigger than Heaths head, a green tree frog, a cane toad, skinks, peckerheads (ibis - for those of you who like to be fancy!) and so much more! The kids and i count the dead cane toads when we go walking.
All in all, we are all ABSOLUTELY loving Bundaberg! I moan about things in a playful kinda way .. you know that song .. "I am woman, hear me moan" .. it's what we do. I actually really love it, i just need some more time to find my feet and get into a steady routine and find my way around. Im missing people from home, but im looking forward to meeting new people and making our own new adventures.
Signing off for now .. i have a flying ants nest by my bed that needs attending too .. oh, and for those that aren't in 'the know' .. "Quay street" is of course, pronounced "Key street" .. naturally!
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