For Safety

Today David gets to go on site for work which is pretty rad considering the last time he went on site it was in Bend and that was a big deal. Now it’s like, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!?!?! J (Excitement emphasis) Because it’s alllll *NEW*! Anyway, once I got over the jealousy, as he was getting dressed he informed me he doesn’t have to wear steel toed boots down here but he does have to wear slacks. Wool slacks. Wool slacks!? When he got up the courage to ask a couple people at work “Why wool?” they simply replied, “For safety.” Duh? HAHAHA! What the shoots? Wool for safety?! Are we Yanks missing something that you Aussies know? Since when is wool safe?! Safe from the cold? Is it fire retardant? Are you planning on jumping into fire?

I can’t stop laughing!!!! Sorry it’s so funny for me. I guess it just sort of sums up a lot of stuff here that says to us “What the hell” and begs the response “Yea? So?”

Let’s just hope he only needs to be 20% safe. That’s the highest blend we could find.

Two blogs, one head, and the art of censorship.

Yes, it’s true. There are two blogs and I haven’t a clue how we’re going to manage doing enough interesting things down under to keep them full, but I do know that my head has enough thoughts in a day to keep this one full for a month.

That said, I’m here, writing, because like I said there are a million things in my head some of which David’s family doesn’t really give a hoot about, and I don’t blame them, but I have to put them somewhere. And I think some of them are funny. And I can type a hell of a lot faster than I can write. And I get a good laugh now and again going back through old posts getting whispy glimpses of me at that point in time. So begins the documentation of me at 28 -30.

That’s the window I’m giving this trip – for now. That seems feasible and fun. Too much more and I start to ask myself why I moved here again, and any less and I think I should have just stayed at Title Nine. 2 years lets me daydream about living in Montana and Danny/Sarah’s babies, Kayleah’s baby, and anything else that’s coming. I want to kiss and hug babies and see my loves as parents! 2 years motivates me to make the most of this experience and instead of spending $3,000 to come home a lot I will be more apt to spend it jetting about the world from this hub. No offense fam! I think of you daily and cry at the big moments, but if it’s only 2 years I know I’ll be back around ya’ll soon and I need to make the most of this. We need to make the most of this. I don’t want to rob David of the me that loves to explore because I’m thinking about everyone at home all the time, wondering why I moved so far away. If I know it’s for a couple years, I also know it’s going to fly by and every day here is a blessing.

In the mean time, during all those blessed days, shit is going to happen and I’m going to want to say something about it. You know me – I’ve always got an opinion! For the good, the bad, and the awesome. More so on the awesome. And like I said, most of that is info and blabber that doesn’t belong on “our” blog – it belongs right here on my own J where it’s always been. So, onward folks! Let’s let the down under life begin.