My blog is about the scenic, stressful, spectacular life (and everything screwy in between) of a
California girl turned expat transplanted to the land down under: North Queensland, Australia.

September 20, 2010

Happy Birthday to Me!

Hi friends, I had my Friday Flick and Sunday Shout-out ready to post, but since this was my thirtieth birthday weekend, I couldn’t be bothered to post it. (I’ve got a double feature lined up for this Friday Flick though!) Friday was my birthday…but because I have a fear of the big 3-0 I kind of let it stretch out until the 17th landed in California at 8pm-because technically that is my actual birthday, not Friday the 17th in Australia. What? It’s a long story, but I never thought I would live to see 30. Seriously (I even told my husband I wanted a death-themed birthday party when I turned 30, with a coffin cake and everyone had to wear black). So all day I was waiting for a plane to drop on the house or a snake to bite me while I slept, but nope. I’m officially 30. Sigh.

I can look at it in two ways: I can mourn for my wasted twenties, when at nineteen the world was in my hand and I wasted it with bad boyfriends, depression, food and general lethargy. Or, like my best friend Al says, we can have a “do-over” and start this decade fresh and full of life, hope, and promise (OOH A SIGN! When I was typing that sentence, my Ipod changed to “Let it Be” by The Beatles. Freaky!). I’m in Australia now. If you would have told my 20-year-old self I would be living abroad, I would have laughed at you and told you I would NEVER fly overseas, let alone have my family so far away from me. But ten years is a lot of time. Time where I moved out on my own (far away from my family even), watched a loved one die, got numerous tattoos and piercings, had heart and tonsil surgery in the same month, flown overseas three times (and lived!), got married, had many jobs and gained many friends. (Ooh, now Tool is on. That’s my favourite band!) So I have to be grateful for my good and bad experiences, because I only ended up with a few bruises and have more wisdom and reflection within myself. But I still am afraid of cockroaches. I’ll be celebrating my eightieth birthday and still be afraid of cockroaches.

Anyway, on to my birthday! Yay! Mum wanted to take me out for morning tea with her BFF. I’ve never had morning tea. I don’t even drink tea! My American mind thinks of tea time as sitting on a parlour couch, holding a teacup and politely eating a crumpet. My husband, as long as I have known him, has called mealtime “tea”, so when mum said she wanted to take me out for tea I knew some form of food would be involved (another Aussie term for food is “tucker”). We went to this really nice little place called Henry’s, and it was just the three of us in the entire place for at least an hour. They had about 20 different kinds of teas, and I noticed out of the corner of my eye flavoured syrup. I ended up with a caramel flat white (coffee friends! Unless you go to a coffee place, there are usually only a couple of options when you order. The first is a tall black-we know it as an Americano-espresso with hot water. The next is a flat white-coffee and milk. Rarely is there an option for flavours, which makes me a sad panda). It was so good! Mum picked out a pink cupcake for me, and I also got a “banofee” (banana and caramel coffee) tart. It was the first time I’ve ever had a tart, and it was amazing! (I ended up bringing one home for my hubs, but I…um…ate that one too. My bad.) Another thing I have to get used to is when someone asks you if you want “cream”. Cream here=whipped cream. Cream in coffee=milk. I took a picture of my tea, because it was so cute and dainty!

Yum!Cream” is often served on the side, as shown.

I also took a picture of mum’s, because you know you’re in a nice tea shop when you get your own French press (coffee aficionados know what I’m talking about!)

Ooh la la! It’s the little things that make me happy!

We were both jazzed about the painting on the wall that I had to take a picture of it. It was a portrait of tea cups on the left and on the right were hanging tea cups! It was really cute and unique (mum said she may use it for her Facebook picture, lol).

When we got home, my husband had these in his hand:

<3 I love him :)

So all in all I had a very nice birthday. I’m the baby of my family (in all sense of the word!), so I like to milk the hell out of the day I was created. So tomorrow I’m going to post the pictures of all my nifty birthday presents! Thanks to my friends and bloggers who wished me a happy birthday. It’s an amazing feeling to know how many people care about you!

1 comment:

  1. Happy Birthday whatever day it lands on. I love reading about Australia through your eyes, and I'm with you on the cockroaches. Ewww. Luckily, we don't have them here in Washington or snakes or poisonous spiders, okay, one bad spider but still. Hope you got a ton of wonderful stuff and I'm trying to figure out how to recreate that tart... love, Auntie R.