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Our Wedding Photos April 20, 2009

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The Year of Living Frugally April 15, 2009

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We got married 10 days ago, and are currently around $10,000 in debt. In 12 months, we want to buy a house. Sounds impossible, but I want to make it happen.


Renting is expensive. Rent, utilities, food, travel, luxuries… they cost a fortune. Our plan would not be possible without the very generous support of our families, and a lot of sacrifice on our behalf. We’re going to move in with my in-laws. They have a reasonably sized room above their garage, and limited storage space, so we’re downsizing from our 2 bedroom unit and moving in there. We don’t, however, want to have to buy things in 12 months that we already had, so I’m currently in the midst of working out what we really, actually need. Hopefully this will also go some way to solving our mess and clutter issues.


I hate moving. I’ve done it twice in the last 3 years. Every time, it starts with a massive clean out of junk. That’s the stage I’m in at the moment. My favoured strategy is working room by room, cleaning and clearing out as I go.

The Bedroom

We have 2 built in robes. DH has the wardrobe in the study, I have the wardrobe in the bedroom. Theyre both pretty big, and mine is overflowing. I haven’t counted, but I must have at least 50 tops. This perhaps suggests a reason why washing and laundry is such a huge issue for us. I need to get rid of clothes, desperately.


I had been collecting house stuff since I was 16. I moved out of home at almost 23. DH had lived out of home a few times before moving in with me, and at 33, had had lots of time to collect lots of ‘useful’ things. We ended up with at least 2 (usually more) of pretty much every kitchen item, and a whole lot of other things. We need to get rid of all this stuff!!


Love them, hate them. Love having them, and having an impressive library, hate having to store them. For now, they go into storage.

Storage, about that.

We toyed with the idea of getting a self storage unit, but will instead use the as-yet-unfinished home theatre of B&SIL.

Our Wedding Day April 14, 2009

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After having the last week of term off school, I was feeling relaxed and excited. I had had my hair, nails, tan and waxing done, my scalp had miraculously cleared up, and I had managed to stay blemish free – was feeling good!

I had spent Saturday finishing packing, both for Sunday and for our honeymoon.

Saturday afternoon, A&R came to pick up Mr G, who drove R to Portsea where they stayed the night. I hadn’t eaten anything – Was too busy! Mr & Mrs Yellow came to pick me up in the statesman. The Rye house was a pleasant surprise – heaps of room for everyone! We spent the evening chatting, primping and preening, then went out to dinner. When we returned, more preening ensued, I had a bit of a panic after running out of hot water just after my shower, but R managed to fix the system. M did her nails, I did Mrs Yellow’s. Finally dozed off about midnight, only to awake at 3am to Mr Yellow snoring. Laid awake, trying to get back to sleep. Mrs Yellow’s phone went off at 4am because she had mucked up the daylight savings change over. I got up “for a drink”, hoping to be able to go out and sit on the couch. I realised, after walking into the heater loudly, and bumping into R, that M was asleep on the couch, so I would have to head back to bed. Walking back, I heard Mum whispering to D. I chatted to her for a bit, but was conscious of not waking A. I sat out on the couch for a while, and write a note in my phone: Its 4am, and I am sitting here awake, having managed to wake up about 5 other people. I get married today!

By 5, people were up and about. I had a shower, then Janine arrived at 6. I was worried Deanne was going to be late, but she got there after about 15 minutes, having also mucked up the DST changeover. My hair was set, then our makeup was done. People gradually started getting dressed. Once my makeup was finished, I had my hair finished off. Unbelievably it was 9′oclock!

Jayne arrived just as I was saying “the photographer will be here in half an hour”. I was time to get dressed  Grandma and Mrs Yellow helped me into my dress. R was being a pain with his camera, pretending to try to follow people into the bathroom, and up my dress as I was putting on my shoes and garter.

Anyway, the flowers arrived, made Mum cry. A arrived with C to get the boys’ flowers and Mr G’s note.

M had arrived in the car without me realising,  finally I took note though, because I had been worried he was running late!

We had a few photos taken. I got a mark on my dress and the baby wipes I used to try cleaning it left a big white mark! Ah well. D was being really sweet, kept offering me water. We had been told to tell Corinne when we were leaving, so A rang and was told that not everyone was there, so we had to wait. The weather was just perfect at this point, after having looked quite threatening all morning, I just wanted to get going.

The trip down was surreal. The sky was too bright, like it knew that it couldn’t hold the weather back for long. The bay was as sparkly as I knew it would be.

When we arrived we had some videos taken, then we went into the foyer, spoke with Corinne and had a drink. We then walked up the stairs to the Nepean room, and waited for the music to start.

Everyone was there! I could see Rachel, Glenn, Sally, Phil, Nick & Ben. It hit me – this is really happening!

If I should die this very moment
I wouldn’t fear
For I’ve never known completeness
Like being here
Wrapped in the warmth of you
Loving every breath of you
Still in my heart this moment
Or it might burst
Could we stay right here
Until the end of time until the earth stops turning
Want to love you until the seas run dry
I’ve found the one I’ve waited for

All this time I’ve loved you
And never known your face
All this time I’ve missed you
And searched this human race
Here is true peace
Here my heart knows calm
Safe in your soul
Bathed in your sighs
Want to stay right here
Until the end of time
til the earth stops turning
Going to love you until the seas run dry
I’ve found the one I’ve waited for

The one I’ve waited for

All I’ve known
All I’ve done
All I’ve felt was leading to this
All I’ve known
All I’ve done
All I’ve felt was leading to this
Want to stay right here
til the end of time till the earth stops turning
I’m going to love you till the seas run dry
I’ve found the one I’ve waited for
The one I’ve waited for
The one I’ve waited for

Want to stay right here
til the end of time till the earth stops turning
I’m going to love you till the seas run dry
I’ve found the one I’ve waited for
The one I’ve waited for
The one I’ve waited for

As I rounded the corner, I locked eyes with Mr G, who burst into tears. He looked gorgeous, and so fragile! I wanted to run and give him a big hug. D walked me to the end, and I forgot what was supposed to happen next, I thought we were supposed to wait for Corinne. Douglas shook Mr G, kissed me on the cheek, and I took Mr G’s hands. It was incredibly emotional. I wish I could remember what he said to me.

It was cold and windy, but so far, dry. Corinne had written a beautiful ceremony. Grandma read…

To love is not to possess,
To own or imprison,
Nor to lose one’s self in another.
Love is to join and separate,
To walk alone and together,
To find a laughing freedom
That lonely isolation does not permit.
It is finally to be able
To be who we really are
No longer clinging in childish dependency
Nor docilely living separate lives in silence,
It is to be perfectly one’s self
And perfectly joined in permanent commitment
To another–and to one’s inner self.
Love only endures when it moves like waves,
Receding and returning gently or passionately,
Or moving lovingly like the tide
In the moon’s own predictable harmony,
Because finally, despite a child’s scars
Or an adult’s deepest wounds,
They are openly free to be
Who they really are–and always secretly were,
In the very core of their being
Where true and lasting love can alone abide.

When I heard the reading we had chosen for our ring exchange, I couldn’t hold back the tears.

These are the hands of your best friend, young and strong and full of love, that hold yours on your wedding day as you promise to love each other all the days of your lives.
These are the hands that will tenderly lift your chin and brush your cheek as they raise your face to look in each other’s eyes, eyes that are filled completely with overwhelming love and desire.
These are the hands that will work along side yours as you build your future together, as you laugh and cry, as you share your innermost secrets and dreams.
These are the hands that will passionately love you and soothe you like no other.
These are the hands that will give you strength when you struggle, and support and encouragement to chase your dreams.
These are the hands that will wipe tears from your eyes, tears of sorrow and tears of joy.
And lastly, these are the hands that even when wrinkled with age, will be reaching for yours, still giving you the same unspoken tenderness with just a touch.
Together as a team, everything you wish for can be realised.

Ingrid read…

… live your lives with passion, compassion & excitement. Play, dance and share in life’s long journey…  make footprints in the sand, sail in the gentleness of the winds, climb mountains together, laugh together, cry together and smile often. Make life magical and extraordinary, be happy, be silly, and rejoice in life’s beauty from now on and into all of your tomorrows. You will be partners in love for life, remembering while sailing on the great ocean of marriage to always be one other’s best friend.

We then signed the registry, and it started to rain a bit. Then we were announced as Mr and Mrs G! We walked back up the aisle under the umbrellas, people gave me good luck charms, and J chucked a handful of rose petals down the front of my dress – sayingthis is for Mr G, for later”. Corinne told me that there were a few spots on our certificate, but I didn’t care. Everyone came for kisses and cuddles. Rich said “Welcome to the family!”

We had photos, then everyone went for canapes, which I am told were amazing. We headed down to the beach for photos. Shoes off, then photo time. I sat down in the sand, and walked through the waves. Everyone was laughing and having fun.

The rain started and stopped, then it started pelting. Everyone except Chris left Mr G and I with the umbrella, and ran inside!

We had a few photos done inside the hotel, then Rod suggested going back outside again. I’m glad we did – we got some amazing photos down on the rocks.

When we came back in, we had a few glasses of bubbly, then it was time to head up to the reception.

We were presented to our guests. When we sat down, the sun was streaming in on us! The food was amazing. I had the salmon / chicken terrine / pastry. Our dance was excellent, Mr G sang all the way through it.

The speeches were beautiful, and made me cry. During dessert, I was trying to speak to everyone and eat at the same time – Fail! At some point, a helicopter came in and winched someone out of the water – great excitement. The band was the perfect Sunday afternoon sound that we were after.

When we had the leaving circle, I bawled again, saying thankyou to everyone special.

We went downstairs, back into the car, and my veil blew clean off! It felt like a fitting end to our day.

Mr and Mrs Yellow drove us up to Arthur’s Seat, and I had to ring for the code to the locks. Once we were inside – Phwoar! *Stunning* views out over the bay, a spa, king sixed bed and gigantic couch.

We said goodbye to M&M yellow, then I had to get out of my dress. I was really quit sad, because I knew that I would never get to have a day like that one ever again.

Once I was comfortable, we went and sat on the couch, ate some cake, and drank champagne. I gave Mr G his present, and took out my hair. A spa was the perfect end to our beautiful day.

Honeymoon, the rest. April 13, 2009

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The notes get a little sketchy from here. All I know is that Thursday was spent cruising from Palm Cove to Kuranda, then on to the Atherton tablelands, stopping for rainforest walks and Devonshire tea at Lake Barrine along the way.

Friday, I think, we headed up to the Daintree. Palm Cove and the actual town of Daintree were underwhelming, but Mossman Gorge, and the Daintree river were lovely.

Saturday, Sunday and Monday were spent lazing by the pool, in defiance of the impending trip home, and also in defiance of every sunsmart commercial ever made, because by the time I returned home, I looked like Dr Zoidberg.

Honeymoon Day 3 April 8, 2009

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Paul wakes me after his shower, it must be all of 6am. We make it to Cairns by 7:10, but we’re feeling the pressure to get to where we need to be. We seem to have brought Melbourne’s weather with us, as it can’t make up its mind whether it wants to rain or shine. We have our second breakfast aboard the boat, and Phil Lance the Whale Marine Biologist briefs us for our trip. Mr G turns a nasty shade of green, then heads to the back of the boat to become re-acquainted with his breakfasts.

After quite a lengthy trip out, we arrive at the reef. Getting our gear on, and plunging into the aquamarine sea, we are again amazed at the warmth of the water. We strike out toward the reef.

The darker blue water eventually gives way to a shimmering silver, as the rock formations became clear. More and more reefs rose to meet us, as an abundance of tropical fish dart about. Some people dive down for a closer look. I lost Mr G at one point, and feel like an intruder into another world, floating above the reef.

After finding Mr G again, it is almost time for our dive. We took a few photos, then it was time to get our gear on. We sat at the back of the boat, anticipating what we were about to experience. Plunging into the water, I am worried that I don’t seem to be sinking as much as I would have expected. As we head off, I try to swim down, but once I reach a certain point, my right ear simply won’t equalize. I could see that at the bottom there were coral formations and big fish. Every attempt to swim down is futile and painful, as I keep floating up, amidst painful squaking from my ear. All too soon, the steps up into the boat loomed in front of me, and our dive was over. I realised just how heavy the SCUBA gear was as I tried to get back out of the boat – standing up – FAIL. Ever the image of coordination, I had to get someone to haul me to my feet via the tank. Heading back into the boat, it was time for lunch, and the trip to the second site for the afternoon. Lunch was an amazing feast, enough to satisfy even Mr G’s now rabid hunger. Chicken, Ham, Lasagne, huge bread rolls, potato, pasta, garden and cheese salads and coleslaw. We settled down for the trip across the reef, and hoped that Mr G’s lunch wouldn’t request an encore.

After the briefing for the afternoon site, we were told about the coral gardens – visible across the reef as brilliant patches of turquoise – we were eager to get back into it. Mr G had decided to do the second introductory dive on offer, and we had both decided to take Phil the Whale biologist up on his offer of a guided snorkel tour.

Back in the water, we were yet again amazed by the temperature, a lukewarm 29 degrees. Diving in, we disturbed a school of reef Schnapper. They must have known that we couldn’t capture them – despite being told that they were delicious eating fish – they weren’t at all scared by the intrusion.  We linked hands and swam toward the reef 0 although it was somewhat awkward, as being low tide, it was too shallow to swim across and we had to go around the outskirts.

No matter – the brilliant coloured coral formations were still there, as was the myriad of fish – blue, yellow, purple, turquoise, red – and every colour variation possible. We were guided out to the the coral gardens – a sight to behold! The were a roughly bowl shaped formation, approx 10m across, absolutely filled with thousands of species of hard and soft coral, and the same abundance of fish. The 300 year old giant clams were a treat, and we were both able to swim down and touch them. Their response – closing up to avoid the intrusion. We swam around some more, spotting many different creatures, until such time as Mr G had to leave for his dive.

I swam around by myself for a bit longer,  but was too nervous to make the precarious shallow swim through the the coral formations, worried that I wouldn’t have room to turn around once on the other side. Of course, faced with all this beauty, all I can think of is horror stories of coral scratches and major systemic tropical infections and coral colonies growing inside me and OHNOES TEH CORAL IZ GONNA KILL MAH!

I swam back toward the boat and rejoined the guide, although I had grown tired of his tourist pleasing “Look at the Nemo Fish” babble, he was able to direct me from the edge of the reef back to the coral gardens.

Meeting up with Mr G again, I was a little upset to hear of his amazing underwater adventures. On the trip back, there were no sea sickness issues, and we arrived back in Cairns exhausted, but ready for another swim.

Honeymoon Day 2 April 7, 2009

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We wake uo to brilliant sunshine, go for a swim, take some photos and decide to go and get the car and some food. We head into Cairns to collect the car, and are amazed at the scenery, not having seen it the night before. We are directed to the Reef Experience cruise for snorkelling and diving, so we sign up for Wednesday. Arrange dinner with Justin, and head to “Woolworths” for food.

On the way back, we stop at a roadside food stand, and stock up on some lucious, and cheap, tropical fruit. Back to the resort, for a lazy afternoon. The last few days have caught up with me, and I’m not feeling the best.

We head to bed early, in preparation for our trip.

The Honeymoon April 6, 2009

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I will admit that I am backdating these. All of these posts are written from notes that we wrote during our trip.


We wake up at Arthur’s Seat to the incredible views. Breakfast consists of a fresh loaf of home baked bread, and we decide to take the remainder of the loaf with us, along with all the condiments we can find.

We head home, finish off the final packing, check our emails, and make the all important Facebook marital status updates. People have already started to post photos, but we don’t linger, dreading being one of those couples that live-blogs their honeymoon.

We drive Mixy to Mum’s, show the photos from my camera to Mum, D, G&G. D Drives us to the airport. I pick up the suitcase awkwardly and manage to burst a little blood vessel in my right ring finger, making it impossible to remove Mum’s ring, which I still have on from yesterday.

Not long after our departure, we are surprised to hear our names being called over the PA in the plane, as “very special guests who are travelling with Virgin Blue on their honeymoon”! We turn around to see the hostie with a bottle of chamgpagne! The flight is otherwise uneventful.

We arrive in Brisbane, and have a short stopover before getting back onto the plane. We arrive in Cairns 3 hours later, and we are floored by the humidity, even late at night. Cairns International Airport seems to closely resemble a shack, complete with shipping containers as boarding gates.

When we get to baggage collection, there is the usual slight nervous feeling as we wait for our luggage. Mine comes around, but we are getting more and more agitated sa Mr G’s fails to appear. Gradually, the lounge empties, and it is clear his bag is not going to appear. We head to passenger services, and they eventually find his bag. We find our driver, who takes us to Palm Cove.

When we arrive at Mango Lagoon, I am tired, hot, bothered, and snarky. I have a minor meltdown because – of all things – I can’t make the airconditioner work. I finally work out how to call the after hours receptionist, who I am sure is delighted to be woken by me, and sort it out. Instant calm. Don’t think it will be turned off in a hurry!

Over my initial attack of the bitch, we are delighted to see the pool that is mere metres away from our door. We are quick to test it out.

Realising we are starving, and having had little of substance since our loaf of bread, we decide to order a pizza. We had to walk down an unknown road, in an unfamiliar town, un the dark, with noone around to pick it up. We get lost, walk back twice, then ring the shop to ask for directions. Finally we get to have our pizza on the beach, near the stinger net. I head to the water’s edge, and I am shocked to feel the temperature of the water – it feels like a bath at nearly 11pm! We took our time walking back, until Mr G fell down some stairs. He is ok apart from a bit of a twisted ankle, and a few skinned patches.

The whole esplanade is paved with bricks, and we walk back looking for a short cut. Epic Fail. We resolve to get a hire car on Tuesday.