I was looking at a job in Portland, Maine a few months ago around the same time the offer to come to Australia was put in my head. I loved Maine, but loved Australia more. The people are equally as wonderful and I had equal amounts of friends in each place. However, it was a hard decision. After today I now know I made the right decision.
I was to"ld that today was a typical winter day in Sydney". I just about fell over. Sunny and 68 degrees. The ocean was 72. If Sydney is perfection in the winter, what was UMaine in the winter?!
I have decided that my goal in the future if I ever do move back to the states...is to be a snow bird. However, after this winter...even Florida was cold. Therefore, I will be moving to Australia for some 100 degree summers and back to NJ for 100 degree summers. There really isn't any reason to be so cold for SOOO long. It just nonsense.
Last month there was frost on the car window. I asked where the ice scraper was and my friends just looked at me like I was stupid. They don't even sell ice scrapers here, they use their credit cards if they have to!
I was told to bring a "jumper" aka sweatshirt to my game to warm up in because the gym was cold. It was about 75 and I was sweating.
Any place where you can wear flip flops all winter is my kind of place. So when is someone coming for a visit?! It might be winter, but its warmer than summer in Jersey right now :) Oh..and I don't have to worry about traffic or parking for the beach...I just walk across the street!
Monday, June 20, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Birthdays
Hello!
So sorry it's been so long since I have last written about my "fun down und' ". Things have been great since the last post. I had a big birthday. I'm now 27...YIKES! I'm in my LATE 20's now. I remember when my two cousins who are 9 years older than me turned 27. The first thing I said to them was, "WOW, you're almost 30!". Well, one of the girls I coach who just turned 21 this past weekend wanted me to go to this bar called Shore Club in town for her party. I told her I would only go out if we went to Charlie Bar, because I feel like a dinosaur at Shore Club. (All the girls are 18 or under and are sloppy messes.) She then asked me, well, how old are you? I asked her how old she thought I looked. She said and I quote, "Twenty". Then I told her I was 27. No joke karma is a (well you know). She immediately said with the most confused/disgusted face, "WOW, you're almost 30!"
God Bless her. I'm her coach. I tell her what to do and to run for not shooting with her left hand, and she thinks I look 20. This is great!
I'd like to thank Bob and Wanda first and foremost. Even though Dad is bald, he doesn't have any gray hair and he looks about 20 years younger than he is. As for Mumma, I think that if she actually did physical activity, she would have a better bod than Jillian Michaels, but she doesn't do anything, and eats the saltiest, buttery, savory food in the world and still fits into her prom dress from almost 40 years ago. This is true to the fact, that medically, my genes kind of bite, but physically, my genes ROCK!
Next I'd like to thank Mary Kay. Been using your stuff for 7 years now... and I think it's doing its job.
Finally, I'd like to thank my best friends. You all keep me young. When they see me occasionally steering down Lame-o Lane, they run after me and bring me back to LL Cool Drive.
Needless to say, I'm super pumped I look 20! Lets hope my 27 year old body feels the same way this weekend against the #1 team in the conference. More to come!
So sorry it's been so long since I have last written about my "fun down und' ". Things have been great since the last post. I had a big birthday. I'm now 27...YIKES! I'm in my LATE 20's now. I remember when my two cousins who are 9 years older than me turned 27. The first thing I said to them was, "WOW, you're almost 30!". Well, one of the girls I coach who just turned 21 this past weekend wanted me to go to this bar called Shore Club in town for her party. I told her I would only go out if we went to Charlie Bar, because I feel like a dinosaur at Shore Club. (All the girls are 18 or under and are sloppy messes.) She then asked me, well, how old are you? I asked her how old she thought I looked. She said and I quote, "Twenty". Then I told her I was 27. No joke karma is a (well you know). She immediately said with the most confused/disgusted face, "WOW, you're almost 30!"
God Bless her. I'm her coach. I tell her what to do and to run for not shooting with her left hand, and she thinks I look 20. This is great!
I'd like to thank Bob and Wanda first and foremost. Even though Dad is bald, he doesn't have any gray hair and he looks about 20 years younger than he is. As for Mumma, I think that if she actually did physical activity, she would have a better bod than Jillian Michaels, but she doesn't do anything, and eats the saltiest, buttery, savory food in the world and still fits into her prom dress from almost 40 years ago. This is true to the fact, that medically, my genes kind of bite, but physically, my genes ROCK!
Next I'd like to thank Mary Kay. Been using your stuff for 7 years now... and I think it's doing its job.
Finally, I'd like to thank my best friends. You all keep me young. When they see me occasionally steering down Lame-o Lane, they run after me and bring me back to LL Cool Drive.
Needless to say, I'm super pumped I look 20! Lets hope my 27 year old body feels the same way this weekend against the #1 team in the conference. More to come!
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