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Your Love Song?

We all like a bit of romance right?

So, do you have a favourite love song?

One of my favourites is by John Denver. I was introduced to John Denver’s music at a young age as my parents played his record over and over and over again. Most of his lyrics are second nature to me, like riding a bike. His famous hit, “Annie’s Song” was written for his wife. Her name is Annie. I know! What a beautiful way to express how you feel about someone you love. My husband and I claimed it yonks ago (like a billion other people) as “our” song. Never really had an “our” song cause it seemed a little too romancy…but I like having a song ūüôā

I love the first verse how it describes all those moments that make you feel so alert and alive, e.g. РYou fill up my senses, like a night in the forest: everything is tuned in, we are not normally in the forest so everything looks, feels, sounds and smells different. Even more so at night. I know when I go camping out in the bush, my senses come alive. At night when it is pitch black around me, I hear every twig crack and every animal noise!

According to Wikipedia: Denver “wrote this song in about ten-and-a-half minutes one day on a¬†ski lift” to the top of Ajax Mountain in¬†Aspen, Colorado, as the physical exhilaration of having “just skied down a very difficult run” and the feeling of total immersion in the beauty of the colors and sounds that filled all senses inspired him to think about his wife.

Here are the lyrics to Annie’s Song:

You fill up my senses 
like a night in the forest 
like the mountains in springtime, 
like a walk in the rain 
like a storm in the desert, 
like a sleepy blue ocean 
you fill up my senses, 
come fill me again. 

Come let me love you, 
let me give my life to you 
let me drown in your laughter, 
let me die in your arms 
let me lay down beside you, 
let me always be with you 
come let me love you, 
come love me again. 

My Hot Date

Hubby and I

The famous Spirit House was the setting for our date this weekend! What a special experience!

I received a voucher off a friend as a thank you gift a few weeks ago, and hubby and I decided to use it this weekend. I have always wanted to go to the Spirit House but never had the chance or money, so you can imagine I was pretty excited!

The Spirit House is nestled amongst beautiful Balinese gardens with¬†water dragons running about the place. It was funny hearing some of the ladies squeal whenever a lizard would run under the table ūüôā

Water Dragon

For a hot day, the place was cool and refreshing as we sat at our table overlooking the pond. The place was absolutely packed with people, although you still felt secluded as you can’t see everyone through all the bamboo and palms. We couldn’t believe the amount of people there for a Sunday lunch, especially at a¬†restaurant¬†just outside a quiet country town. Where did all these people come from?

The food is Asian and absolutely amazing! This was what we ordered:

My cocktail in a slanty glass

Entrees

Drinks: South Australian Beers, Coco Cocktail (coconut & lemongrass), Balthasar Ress Hattenheimer Kabinett (riesling)

Entrees: Crispy Pork Belly with Citrus Caramel Sauce, Hot & Sour Lychee Scallop garnished with Pork Crackle

Mains: Whole Crispy Fish with Tamarind Chili Sauce, Yellow Curry of Duck with Pickled Pawpaw & crispy Lime Leaves

Desserts: Chocolate Brulee with Chili Raspberry Jam & Candied Chili, Tropical Trifle with Passionfruit Sponge with Coconut Tapioca, Lemon Mousse, Lychees & Macadamia

Desserts

The Crispy Fish - looks can be deceptive!

I highly recommend everything we ate. In particular the Pork Belly and Crispy Fish!

It was such a lovely date. Afterwards we went for a drive to explore some of the land we hadn’t seen before. It is so beautiful out there. Then we came home and crashed with full bellies! ūüôā

Cinderella’s Wedding vs. Catherine’s Wedding

It is starting to look like I am a Royal Wedding fanatic, but really I’m not. ¬†There just seems to be so much funny stuff popping up all around the place about the wedding, that I have to share.

This one first appeared on Facebook, and I had such a giggle:

The Royal Wedding and the movie Cinderella

This morning I decided to google it, cause it did seem almost too good to be true…and alas, I found the original ūüė¶

The original.

So there you have it: you can’t believe all you read (or see) on Facebook – shock horror!

Even though the first pic was a fake, it still made me and others have a good laugh. ¬†I think it did it’s purpose, so really who cares! Whoever thought of it is a genius.

I promise, no more Royal Wedding posts from me….unless something else funny crosses my path!

If you ever see something that seems a bit suss (like the Princes dark hair behind his ear when it should be blonde), check out Hoax-Slayer. This one hasn’t appeared on the site yet, but I’m sure it won’t be long until it goes ‘viral’.

Other posts on the Royal Wedding:

“The Hat – Just A Bit Funny”

“I Am A Total Princess.”

I Am A Total Princess.

Prince William and I

First thing is first. ¬†My husband is totally cool with this photo….he created it while we were watching the wedding together on the couch. ¬†It was for a bit of a laugh on facebook ūüôā

This wedding made a lot of girls think about life as a princess and what it would be like to one day be the Queen of a country. ¬†I had many conversations with friends leading up to the wedding about the pros and cons of being a princess, “I would hate it cause you have no privacy, poor girl”, “Imagine having her life and being in her shoes right now – how exciting!”.

Perhaps it has something to do with the age of the prince and princess (being close to your age it makes you think…wow, it could have been me!!!….kind of….I guess….if I looked like her…and lived in England….and did all the things she did…and went to school with Prince William….okay, fine – it could never be me…..).

I love that we all are princesses of the King of Kings and Lord of Lords….our own heavenly Father! ¬†If you have no idea WHAT I am talking about, you absolutely need to read: Captivating. This book unveils the truth behind God’s creation of woman and her purpose. ¬†It explains why, as little girls, we loved to dress up and pretend to be princesses at some stage – it has been ingrained in us by our Creator! ¬†It details why we still love to be treated like princesses by the princes in our lives. ¬†I love that my husband (after 12 years together) still carries things for me, does things for me like vacuuming and cleaning the bathrooms and fixes everything…even when he is exhausted, desires to spoil me and make me feel beautiful and special. ¬†And he calls me princess. I love that I married my very own prince…and God is my ultimate King.

Brisbane Day 4: Are Goodbyes Always This Hard?

Our final day in Brisbane.  My husband decided to break with tradition and get up before me to get our coffee and breakfast. We are going to miss this place.  The hotel we stayed at, iStay River City, is so perfect.  Very central, coffee shops and restaurants spotted all along the street.  Very close to the beautiful and relaxing Botanical Gardens, and then less than a minutes walk to the Queen Street Mall (which I mentioned here and here and here).  We originally planned to stay for just two nights thinking that would be enough, but we extended our stay an extra night.  So glad we did.

Here are some shots we took of our apartment before we took it over with all our stuff.

Our balcony looking towards Kangaroo Point and the Botanical Gardens.

The Living Room and Kitchen Bench.

The bedroom

The kitchen

It’s a positive thing when you leave somewhere and wish you could stay longer.¬† Much better than getting sick of the place and hanging out to get home.¬† It really was a holiday and we will definitely be back for more.

Brisbane Day 3: Botanical Balls

Today we continued to slip into our gorgeous morning ritual. I would pop out of bed (I meant, stumble) and get presentable for society. Choof downstairs and across the street, which is already filled with ‘suits’, to grab our morning Zarraffa’s latte and then zip back upstairs to wake up properly and get more presentable..like brushing my hair. I like people-watching, it seems that I especially like it in the city, so this has all been loads of fun for me. I like imaging what kind of jobs people have and what their life is like, where they are going and where have they been. I also love seeing how different people are – the way they look, their mannerisms, facial expressions, etc.

The view of the Albert Street below our 32nd floor apartment.

We did some more people-watching at the Brisbane Botanical Gardens this afternoon. We wandered the magnificent layout of the place and it was so peaceful. A little oasis of calm in the middle of the city rush. It was really quite spectacular! Everyone seemed to be working out – running, cycling, playing footy, gyming it up with a group and personal trainers. I must admit there were a few ‘lazy’ people (including us) sprawled out on the green grass reading or eating lunch or being all romantic with their partner.

We saw a school excursion taking place in the park and it was quite humorous to watch the teacher lead a massive class of Year 6 kids (Kirk asked the teacher what grade) trailed by a heap of parents, frantically asking people where the toilets were. Holidays just seemed so much sweeter at that moment. Ahhhh…..

No, the title of my post is very innocent just in case you were being naughty, and is in reference to a style of photography that I am trying to get the hang of. I posted about it here and here last week. My hubby got me all set up (after we had to move out of the way of an impending footy match) and taught me how to take a 360 degree panorama shot and then hubby put it together very cleverly.

Here is the result:

One of our Botanical Balls shots.

We actually got set up in a space that had a mini garden in the center and it was completely surrounded by giant palm trees. If you look closely you can see people around and behind the palm trees…and the footy match going on who kicked us off their turf in the west.

Then we went shopping again.

More shopping in the Myer Centre

Brisbane Day 2: It’s All About Me…Because I’m Worth It!

Woke up to the sound of sirens and remembered we are in the city.¬† It is such a weird feeling being somewhere so busy when you are used to your much quieter country town on the Sunshine Coast.¬† It is quite exciting and I always love experiencing different things.¬† Change is as good as a holiday…really. We are so high up in our apartment – floor 32 and we have amazing views.¬† On one side we can see Kangaroo Point and the Botanical Gardens, and on the other side we can see the Queen Street Mall and all the shops.¬† Both views make my heart sing.

A sunset photo taken by Kirk from our apartment balcony.

Today we hit the shops and I got some great bits and pieces for my 30th birthday party coming up in a little over a week.¬† I will blog about it for sure, so keep your eyes peeled. I also bought the book, ‘The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo‘ which one of my friends recommended and it is a really good read.¬† I was amazed to discover that the author died pretty young and they (whoever ‘they’ are) found this book and two others books he had finished, so they published them and they became best sellers all over the world!

Later that night we took to the streets…again…to get some night shots.¬† Now, the photos are mostly of me cause I’m worth it. Nah..Kirk is behind the lens teaching me the ropes and I’m still getting the hang of the night settings without making everything go all blurry.

We are angels! Lining up our heads with the golden bag holders in the Louis Vuitton shop front.

Still trying to get my head around the settings for night photography, so my husband took over from here.

Work it!

My turn: Kirk and a purple car.

Pretty building that I should know the name of but I don't.

Talking away while Kirk is testing the flash. Hmmm.

No words. Just that the elevator security camera guys would have been having a good laugh.

Brisbane Day 1: Lovers Lighting Lesson

For my 30th birthday my husband took me away for a few nights into the heart of beautiful Brisbane (for those subscribers who are overseas, this is in Queensland, Down Under).¬† He also gave me my very own DSLR and prime lens (D90 with Nikkor 24mm 2.8 for the techies) as a gift and Brissy was the perfect playground to learn all about my new toy. We spent the first night of our holiday playing silly-buggers and took way too many photos of ourselves as we played with the lighting from shop signs and fancy spot lights in the Queen Street Mall.¬† We got plenty of stares, but we were having a cracker of a time and it felt like we were ‘young’ again (haha!).

I learnt a fair bit about ISO, aperture and shutter speed-thinga-ma-gig, so now I can take a few pics that look pretty okay (but it takes me a few shots to get it right!).

Here are SOME of the photos we took in Queen Street Mall, just up the road from where we stayed.

Trying to be unsuccessfully secretive while a tour group are being told ghost stories on the bridge above us.

The Queen Street Mall

My dream 'Biggest Loser' outfit ūüėČ All the contestants seem to have one in a special glass box.

A pretty rainbow for my next lighting experiment!

While hubby is testing the camera versus the purple lights above us, I do a spot of Facebooking.

A purple light shot...and it is getting late.

We found a red light that we could use, but we were a bit over smiling now so the sillies decided to come out instead. Kirk can't seem to find any original faces poses. Ever since he has had his beard like this he is too cool to smile in photos. The beard has a purpose...to be revealed in another post, at another time.

Back at the apartment after our adventures, it is movie and Turkish pizza time with a beer and a glass of wine.

My Past & My Present: Miscarriages & Ectopic

Written on Thursday 23/03/2011
This is a very personal post, but I believe that sharing an experience like this can help others who may be faced with something similar down the track. It’s a little like therapy for me as well.

Yesterday after work, my husband and I excitedly went for our 7 week pregnancy scan. I had spent the last 3 1/2 weeks feeling exhausted, queasy in the arvos and sore in the chest area – the usual pregnancy signs were really strong already.

The scan was devastating.

But first let me backtrack to give you some history.

Last year we had two unexpected miscarriages. It was a really difficult time, but I learned heaps. My marriage, which was already super strong went to another level I didn’t realise existed – we stuck together like glue and it deepened beyond what I ever thought a marriage could be like. From two traumatic experiences to blessing, God is amazing! We both learned to enjoy every second of our time together and appreciate all the things we have and can do at this stage in our life – instead of focusing on what we didn’t have yet.

After these suspicious losses we had some blood tests and it was discovered that my husband had inherited a genetic disorder called Reciprocal Translocation, which means two out of his 23 chromosomes that combine with my 23 chromosomes for the baby’s 46 chromosomes swap data and the baby can no longer develop. We have an adjusted ‘percentage’ of having a baby or losing it in comparison with a couple who have normal genetics…as the doctors and Genetic Counselors told us, “it’s basically ‘luck’ whether is works or not.” My husband and I can do nothing. It is obviously not something we can fix by eating more bananas, or going on a holiday or wearing loose underwear (as some people have suggested ūüôā ). You can’t change your genetic makeup.

We looked into the option of IVF which would cost us $12,500 with the extra testing of the embryos (to see which ones wouldn’t have the genetic disorder and would result in a successful pregnancy). We can end up with a few okay embryos or no okay embryos. The process of testing can also destroy perfectly good embryos as the tests are invasive. Bye, bye $12,500.
We decided to bite the bullet and keep trying until we ended up with a healthy baby. We figured we could emotionally handle more miscarriages armed with the statistics and knowledge we now had. It hopefully would be easier to deal with instead of the usual stress and hormones of IVF plus having a high chance of the embryos having the disorder and it not working out at all.

We never expected yesterdays disaster.

So, back to the scan. The sonographer was giving me the ultrasound and was very quiet. There was nothing on the screen. He asked me what my plans were for the afternoon? Which I thought was a little strange so we asked why, and he replies that he is not sure yet. I start to cry knowing something is terribly wrong, again, and I should be seeing a little baby with a heart beat on there and it’s blank. He shows us what size the baby should be on the screen and my womb is definitely empty. I’ve already had 2 blood tests that showed the pregnancy was coming along perfectly and a good sign that miscarriage at that stage was unlikely. He keeps looking around and after some more of the silent treatment he asks me again what I am doing tonight. “Nothing. Am I going to miscarry tonight?” He replies by telling me, “No. Worse.” Okay…..WHAT is going on? There is no baby on the screen. There is however a sac in my left fallopian tube. He thinks I have an ectopic pregnancy. Ectopic has nothing to do with the genetic disorder, just more ‘bad luck’. Side-swiped, shocked, unexpected, but deep down I’m thinking ‘typical’. So disappointed something else has gone wrong and that another pregnancy is about to come to an abrupt end for the third time in 12 months.
We go straight to my doctor who organises for me to go to the emergency ward at Nambour Hospital.
The first thing we do is wait, as you do. Then I get an IV cannula on the back of my hand and some blood taken out. I don’t even register that he is doing this. I can hear two nurses outside my curtain discussing our miscarriages and the ectopic. The blood tests show my hormone levels are where they should be for a normal pregnancy. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear that.

I was told what would be most likely happening to me – I’d get taken to the operating room either that night or the next morning to have my fallopian tube taken out. Awesome. The surgeon reassures me that it will not affect my fertility as the other tube will just step in for the removed one. Awesome.
Thank goodness I have my mum (a theater nurse at another hospital) and my husband (a complete legend) there with me. We also had a friend who works in ICU come down and visit me twice just to check up on me. It was so uplifting talking to someone and being told it’ll be alright even though it all sucks right now.
We are now waiting in emergency for a place in the operating room so the surgeon can do his thing. Screaming kids, old men with broken legs, teenagers with fractures…all night going on around me. Mum asks if there is a ward I can go to so I might be able to get some peaceful sleep. Unfortunately there is no way that can happen as I need to be monitored closely incase my tube erupts suddenly, which is very dangerous and could cause hemorrhaging. I manage to convince mum and Kirk to go home and get some sleep as it is now 11.30pm and it’s not looking like anything will happen that night. I said I’ll call them immediately if I get prepped for the op. The nurse tells me there have been too many caesareans coming in and babies just can’t wait. She immediately puts her hand over her mouth and apologises. I don’t get it until she explains what she describes as an ‘insensitive comment’ by her. It really doesn’t bother me and I try to reassure her – other people’s babies and pregnancies are not my own, they are separate to me, so why compare and get down about it. I just want to go to sleep. My own pregnancy hormones have left me longing for sleep all day. It has been one topsy-turvy, crazy 7 1/2 hours.

After more blood pressure tests every hour or so, the nurse comes in at 2.30am to tell me they can transfer me to a ward to have some sleep as I am not getting any worse. I think she felt sorry for me with all the commotions going on both sides of my bed behind flimsy curtains. I learned a lot about my neighbour’s year-long bowel troubles.
After being wheeled around the hospital in my bed, finally I have darkness in the new room and the slurring/snoring/groaning/slurping noises of my new old man neighbour. At least it is consistent and I’m drained…..sleep.

Early the next morning I am told to have an antiseptic shower and get into my purple operation dress and pressure stockings. Mum and Kirk arrive early after mum has spent the last 45 minutes stuck in an elevator with 2 other nurses. Both of them look like they have had no sleep and have brought some supplies – toothbrush, toothpaste, etc.

After many similar questions over and over by different people, I am finally told it is action time by about 9am and I am wheeled into the operation theater.Being wheeled into the operating theater after saying goodbye to Kirk and mum. I was so, so frightened. 29 years old and I have never slept in a hospital or been operated on. So many unfamiliar experiences. At this point I wish I had never seen an episode of Grey’s Anatomy or RPA! Saying goodbye to hubby and mum and meeting a bunch of strangers (who were incredibly friendly) and being transferred onto the operating table with big lights and cold air is daunting. I get some ‘knock-her-out’ stuff put into my IV thing and a few sucks on the oxygen mask and I’m waking up with it all over….in so.much.pain. I tell the nurse that I think I’m going to be sick and the nurse hands me a bucket…I think, and quickly gives me something through the IV which I can actually feel flow through my whole body. I start to feel much better. My eyelids may as well have been elephants and when I could finally open them, I can’t focus on anything for 10 minutes or so.
I find out they had to make three incisions in my tummy/uterus zone to check everything out and then to take out my blocked tube. They had to pump my tummy with CO2 so it would expand and separate my organs so they could see everything properly. I’m told this will cause neck, shoulders and rib cage pain later as the air plays with my nerves, and boy did it ever! I’m still feeling it and have to sit and sleep in an upright position until the CO2 is absorbed. Getting in breaths is a trial and painful.

They give me morphine and wheel me back to my room (after more drowsy questions). I sleep and sleep and after a few hours I finally drink and eat for the first time in 24 hours. So good!

But before I consume anything, I get up to do the required bladder test and become wobbly and nauseous and faint. I put it down to lack of food, but the sweet nurse disagrees and thinks it’s from the operation and I need to rest. More sleep, more pain relief. My IV drip becomes my best friend as I lean on it and make my way back to bed.

Finally, late in the afternoon I get to go home! I say I’m feeling tops and they decide that’s good enough. They take out the cannula in my hand and I manage to drip blood all over me and the bed. At least I have healthy blood the nurse tells me. I sign off and get wheeled out of the hospital in a wheelchair.

My mum drivesJodi's stealthy ways in making us feel loved! me home and my husband goes to buy some supplies, the hero that he is. I make my way from the car to our kitchen and BAM, discovered that my gorgeous friend who has been there through each and every loss, had broken in and left us this (see in photo), along with gourmet ice-cream, strawbs, choc puddings, cream, pasta and a beautiful salad, plus a 1 hour massage, magazine, gluten free delights and more! The three helium balloons represent our three babies that we can release up to heaven.

My other beautiful friend dropped over a delicious mushroom risotto…and she wasn’t feeling 100% herself and made US dinner! I was floored by her generosity and so touched by this.

I got home and my sister in law had posted us a letter (she didn’t know we were even pregnant as we were waiting for our 7 week scan) and enclosed in her letter was an article she had tore out of a magazine about pregnancy loss, to encourage me from our previous miscarriages. It was the most timely, perfect thing and I couldn’t believe that I had just returned home from another loss and God had lined that up already.

Tonight I’m finding home beautifully quiet. Mum and my husband are fussing over me, even though they are completely sleep deprived. I’m propped up in bed, achy and nauseous but reflecting on how awesome my life is! A marriage that captivates me, solid loving family, supportive friends who make life so incredibly beautiful (thank you for all the texts, meals upon meals, messages, and chocolates), a job that I love, in a region that I’m so thankful to live in, our own home, my relationship with God which is life-sustaining….there is so much to be grateful for.

Hiccups along the way is character building and I hope I make good use of the situations we have found ourselves in. I don’t want to waste the opportunity to grow.

Gigaproblem.

I have such technological problems…probably daily.¬† It is such a helpless feeling to be in this time and not ‘get’ stuff.¬† Obviously I can write a blog (that is pre-made for me, don’t let me near html codes).

My husband and his awesomeness technoness

I can simply work the Interactive Whiteboard at work and do most base-level stuff.

I am just one of those people who has trouble getting my head around bits and bites and gigamajigs. In one ear and out the other.¬† Things that are considered to be a simple process such as resizing an image of yourself to make it smaller when you put it onto the internet. This way if someone clicks on that photo your head doesn’t consume their entire screen.¬† I currently have this problem with my photo in the ‘me’ section of this blog.¬† I am warning you, do not to click on it.¬† My head goes into a massive proportional spaz.¬† Of course, now I have told you not to, there is a 50% probability that you will click on my head anyway.

My husband is completely at the other end of the tech scale to me.¬† It is as though his veins are actually wires.¬† He thinks in computer ways as well. A classic example was when he was trying to find something he misplaced in the house and his initial thought was to do a quick search.¬† You know how you can search for stuff that you have saved randomly somewhere not very sensible on you computer and can no longer find it (I know how to do this!)? He actually said that his first response in finding the item was to ‘search’.

It amazes me how totally different we are in this area.  We have been inseparable for 12 years now and neither one of us have ever been taught computers.  He has just leant more in that direction and I have remained stagnate.

I think it all comes down to patience and perseverance.¬† I would like to be more tech savvy and learn the ropes…I mean, wires (lol….right?).¬† For now I will have to keep using my husband as a buffer to the inevitable lessons I will have to go through in the not too distant future. *sigh*

Disclaimer: Lets not dwell on the fact that I could not get rid of the white space-thing under the picture.¬† Yes, I “printed screen” from ‘Facebook” and opened image in “paint” and “cropped” and”cut and pasted” and “saved”, etc. (FB doesn’t let you right-click and save pics anymore??)