Thursday, 28 August 2008
TRIBUNE EXCLUSIVE: Popular bassinet linked to 2 deaths
My train of (stupid) thought was, "What's a bassinet? Is that some type of musical instrument? How could a musical instrument kill someone? Maybe there's something toxic in the metal?" My excuse is that perhaps that word just isn't used down here, although I just know someone is going to come and tell me differently, and I'll have to admit being a bit slow today. It reminded me of the time in England when I saw a sign that said "Zebra Crossing" and thought perhaps I'd unwittingly wandered into a wildlife reserve.
Monday, 25 August 2008
Shameless self promotion---if anyone wants to see, or re-see my wedding & honeymoon photos, click here.
Thursday, 21 August 2008
Thursday, 14 August 2008
Tuesday, 12 August 2008
New To Do:
- See the movie 'You The Living'
Things To (Possibly) Do When Mom Visits:
Any other suggestions? We also plan to do a day tour of the Barossa (hubby as the guide), a trip to Handorf, Mt Lofty & The Giant Rocking Horse and general area, including, perhaps, Melba's chocolate factory, a Sunday trip to Port Adelaide market, and am sending the mother in law and mom on a day tour of the Murray/Coorong area.
Friday, 1 August 2008
"When I've lived abroad, I've always been reasonably happy with the situation, and yet I can't help but feel nostalgic from time to time. American movies provide a glimpse of home without the plane ticket- often with recognizable landmarks or cityscapes of L.A., New York, or San Francisco. And they bring a taste of American life, American people interacting with one another, being very American and speaking English. You never feel more 'American', for better or for worse, than when living abroad. You start daydreaming avout gas dryers and twenty-four-hour Safeways. You find yourself in arguments defending Kraft American cheese (it tastes good on a burger). I even know a grown man who cried all the way through Dances with Wolves, which he saw in Pargue in 1991, just because it was filmed in South Dakota, his home state."
There is something about becoming an expat that somehow turns one into a fan of things you wouldn't normally touch with a ten foot pole. I even occasionally go into Starbucks and found myself slightly sad that the one here in Adelaide closed last week, although to be honest, the coffee was pants and the only thing I really liked about the shop was how festive they got at Christmas.