May has been super super busy. Travelling, eating, hanging out, and being a favourite aunty. I promise to post in parts in June so you can all see what I have been up to!
Here are 4 of 6 .....
10 years ago
May 19, 2009
Apr 24, 2009
OUCH .......
November 2007. I had gone up to Brisbane to see my niece Chloe for her birthday.
During that weekend my sister and I decided to take my Mum for her belated birthday present to a day spa.
We were going to get facials. It was going to be SOOOOO good.
We choose a relatively well known day spa. I had gone there before at a different location and enjoyed the experience.
We filled out our forms and got our robes on and then we all went with our own beauty therapist to get our facials done.
I was going to have a steamer on my face as part of the facial.
About 10mins into the facial and with goop (yes, that is the technical term) on my face, I heard this spluttering noise, like boiling water. It sounded VERY close.
And then I felt the boiling water spill onto my stomach. Luckily I had a robe on to take the full heat. But in shock I jumped up and my left hand caught the boiling water all over the back of my hand.
Ouch.
The therapist ran out of the room after turning off the machine and got some cream and an ice pack. She asked if I wanted to continue. Ummm yes, the others had all gone in and I wasn't going to sit there for 80mins nursing my hand while they finished.
So I continued with the facial and in pain for most of the time.
At the end of the procedure I met with the manager who was of course very apologetic and applied some cream and wrapped my hand. She said she would organise a little gift pack on the way out. Ok, that sounds like the LEAST you could do.
Got to the check out desk and she had 2 of the smallest hand creams that I have ever seen. And then made a big deal out of taking 12% off the total bill. Oh ok, so that is the going rate for scarring me for life I see!
I just wanted to get out of there so I didn't really question.
It was sore.
The next day I went to the local doctors and it was a second degree burn and I would need a tetanus shot on my return to Sydney. I was told that I would also need to go on anti-biotics and my career as a hand model is most definitely over. he he
NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED
Fat swollen hands.
A few days later it started to peel and the blister burst.
And I am now left with this scar which will be a reminder for the rest of my life that facials are of the devil.
I have retained a solicitor and it has been going on for THIS long with no co-operation from the negligent day spa.
They are admitting no fault. Oh, ok, so I just jumped up and poured the boiling water on my hand just for fun?
Stay tuned to see how the exciting saga of getting the negligent party to admit fault and pay up will end. So far it isn't looking good..............where is the justice!
I must have been born under a lucky star or I am just a magnet for trouble....
During that weekend my sister and I decided to take my Mum for her belated birthday present to a day spa.
We were going to get facials. It was going to be SOOOOO good.
We choose a relatively well known day spa. I had gone there before at a different location and enjoyed the experience.
We filled out our forms and got our robes on and then we all went with our own beauty therapist to get our facials done.
I was going to have a steamer on my face as part of the facial.
About 10mins into the facial and with goop (yes, that is the technical term) on my face, I heard this spluttering noise, like boiling water. It sounded VERY close.
And then I felt the boiling water spill onto my stomach. Luckily I had a robe on to take the full heat. But in shock I jumped up and my left hand caught the boiling water all over the back of my hand.
Ouch.
The therapist ran out of the room after turning off the machine and got some cream and an ice pack. She asked if I wanted to continue. Ummm yes, the others had all gone in and I wasn't going to sit there for 80mins nursing my hand while they finished.
So I continued with the facial and in pain for most of the time.
At the end of the procedure I met with the manager who was of course very apologetic and applied some cream and wrapped my hand. She said she would organise a little gift pack on the way out. Ok, that sounds like the LEAST you could do.
Got to the check out desk and she had 2 of the smallest hand creams that I have ever seen. And then made a big deal out of taking 12% off the total bill. Oh ok, so that is the going rate for scarring me for life I see!
I just wanted to get out of there so I didn't really question.
It was sore.
The next day I went to the local doctors and it was a second degree burn and I would need a tetanus shot on my return to Sydney. I was told that I would also need to go on anti-biotics and my career as a hand model is most definitely over. he he
NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED
Fat swollen hands.
A few days later it started to peel and the blister burst.
And I am now left with this scar which will be a reminder for the rest of my life that facials are of the devil.I have retained a solicitor and it has been going on for THIS long with no co-operation from the negligent day spa.
They are admitting no fault. Oh, ok, so I just jumped up and poured the boiling water on my hand just for fun?
Stay tuned to see how the exciting saga of getting the negligent party to admit fault and pay up will end. So far it isn't looking good..............where is the justice!
I must have been born under a lucky star or I am just a magnet for trouble....
Apr 14, 2009
March 2009
One of my friends had his birthday in March (March apparently was a popular month to be born!) and off we went to Sydney Harbour and sailed around this beautiful place to celebrate.
I got my camera out and shot some sites. The Sydney Harbour Bridge, the Opera House, the city skyline, Luna Park (a fun park but nowhere near as fun as Disneyland) and the sails of the boat.
I got my camera out and shot some sites. The Sydney Harbour Bridge, the Opera House, the city skyline, Luna Park (a fun park but nowhere near as fun as Disneyland) and the sails of the boat.
I've said it before and I will say it again - I LOVE Sydney and I love living here.
Thanks for a great day Trent!
Apr 6, 2009
My Ode to Vegemite ....
I don't get it, I just don't get it. How could you NOT love Vegemite. I do know however that people outside of Australia have a hard time understanding how we love it.
I remember when I tried it on my USA friends they gagged. I am not sure if it was because the colour of the Vegemite tricked people into thinking it was chocolate and maybe when they ate it, all they got was salty goodness. They were muttering something about tasting like blood and rust.....
Or they couldn't understand how you would have something savoury on your breakfast toast.
Its so funny how the rest of the world cant stand it but we eat it by the bucket loads.
I remember when I was younger my Mum would give me the jar when it was just about empty and there was a little bit in it and I would eat it with a spoon. MMMMMMMMM
If you go to any of the coffee carts here in Sydney or any cafe for breakfast you can bet if you went to the kitchen you would find tubs of this delicious breakfast staple.
And if my description didn't just entice you to go order some then maybe some history will.
Vegemite had humble beginnings. In 1922 it was invented by Cyril Callister. He was a young chemist and he developed a spread from brewers yeast (see, I told you it was delicious). The result was a nutritious spread with an appealing taste that is also one of the world's richest known sources of Vitamin B.
It then went public in 1923 hitting the grocery store shelves.
The name "Vegemite" came about because of a contest. Apparently this name was drawn from a pile and there it stuck. Not sure why but there you go.
Vegemite improves the flavour of soups, stews and gravies. But its appealing flavour and nutritional qualities did not immediately catch on with Australians, and initial sales were slow.
In 1935 Vegemite sales received a boost when Vegemite redemption coupons were included in packs of cheddar cheese (and I am assuming this is how we got our idea to put cheese and vegemite on sandwiches). Hordes of bargain-loving Australians redeemed their coupons and sales of Vegemite leapt, along with its reputation as a tasty, nutritious new spread.
1954 was a memorable year for Vegemite. For the first time, the "Happy Little Vegemites" jingle rang out from speakers across the country, and an advertising classic was born.
And in 2003 Vegemite turned 80.
Vegemite lovers come in all forms:
The Edger - Always very particular about their Vegemite, they like it spread right to the crust.
The Streaker - Doesn’t like having much on. Vegemite, that is. Gives the toast just a couple of light streaks of Vegemite.
The Slapper - Loose with the way they apply their Vegemite, it’s slapped on.
The Tiger Toaster - Not quite on the endangered list, but still not a lot of them about. They love strips of bubbling, grilled cheese layered over their Vegemite.
The Nudist - The purist of all Vegemite eaters. No butter. No marg. Just a piece of toast and the world’s mightiest spread. What more do you need?
There are more out there but you get the drift. And what am I ???? A streaker. In more ways than one :p
And to end this lovely Ode to Vegemite here is that famous "Happy Little Vegemites" jingle.
Are you still awake? Maybe next time I will do my little "Ode" to Tim Tams. I know how much you all love them!!!!
(all facts taken from www.vegemite.com.au - I couldn't have thought up those gems! And that photo - just off the web, dont know that kid but he sure is cute!)
I remember when I tried it on my USA friends they gagged. I am not sure if it was because the colour of the Vegemite tricked people into thinking it was chocolate and maybe when they ate it, all they got was salty goodness. They were muttering something about tasting like blood and rust.....
Or they couldn't understand how you would have something savoury on your breakfast toast.
Its so funny how the rest of the world cant stand it but we eat it by the bucket loads.
I remember when I was younger my Mum would give me the jar when it was just about empty and there was a little bit in it and I would eat it with a spoon. MMMMMMMMM
If you go to any of the coffee carts here in Sydney or any cafe for breakfast you can bet if you went to the kitchen you would find tubs of this delicious breakfast staple.
And if my description didn't just entice you to go order some then maybe some history will.
Vegemite had humble beginnings. In 1922 it was invented by Cyril Callister. He was a young chemist and he developed a spread from brewers yeast (see, I told you it was delicious). The result was a nutritious spread with an appealing taste that is also one of the world's richest known sources of Vitamin B.
It then went public in 1923 hitting the grocery store shelves.
The name "Vegemite" came about because of a contest. Apparently this name was drawn from a pile and there it stuck. Not sure why but there you go.
Vegemite improves the flavour of soups, stews and gravies. But its appealing flavour and nutritional qualities did not immediately catch on with Australians, and initial sales were slow.
In 1935 Vegemite sales received a boost when Vegemite redemption coupons were included in packs of cheddar cheese (and I am assuming this is how we got our idea to put cheese and vegemite on sandwiches). Hordes of bargain-loving Australians redeemed their coupons and sales of Vegemite leapt, along with its reputation as a tasty, nutritious new spread.
1954 was a memorable year for Vegemite. For the first time, the "Happy Little Vegemites" jingle rang out from speakers across the country, and an advertising classic was born.
And in 2003 Vegemite turned 80.
Vegemite lovers come in all forms:
The Edger - Always very particular about their Vegemite, they like it spread right to the crust.
The Streaker - Doesn’t like having much on. Vegemite, that is. Gives the toast just a couple of light streaks of Vegemite.
The Slapper - Loose with the way they apply their Vegemite, it’s slapped on.
The Tiger Toaster - Not quite on the endangered list, but still not a lot of them about. They love strips of bubbling, grilled cheese layered over their Vegemite.
The Nudist - The purist of all Vegemite eaters. No butter. No marg. Just a piece of toast and the world’s mightiest spread. What more do you need?
There are more out there but you get the drift. And what am I ???? A streaker. In more ways than one :p
And to end this lovely Ode to Vegemite here is that famous "Happy Little Vegemites" jingle.
We're happy little Vegemites
As bright as bright can be
We all enjoy our Vegemite For breakfast, lunch and tea
Our mummies say we're growing stronger
Every single week,
Because we love our Vegemite
We all adore our Vegemite
It puts a rose in every cheek.
Are you still awake? Maybe next time I will do my little "Ode" to Tim Tams. I know how much you all love them!!!!(all facts taken from www.vegemite.com.au - I couldn't have thought up those gems! And that photo - just off the web, dont know that kid but he sure is cute!)
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