First Wedded Thanksgiving

Yesterday was our first Thanksgiving as a married couple - I guess you could say it was eventful, while definitely memorable.

We spent this entire week helping with a research project at Dookie that dealt with nutrition and physiology in pigs. This is what we did on Thanksgiving:

We took blood samples from 32 pigs every 5 minutes for 6 hours. It was mind-numbing at times but most of our Australian friends were there so that was fun.

For Thankgiving dinner, there was no turkey, stuffing or mashed potatoes. However, after a few sad looks and a pouty lip, I got Hyatt to drive to town and get me some charchoal chicken, chips and gravy. Roasted poultry with gravy; can't go wrong. Dinner with friends and Hyatt was a pretty nice Thanksgiving after all.

You're probably wondering what I"m thankful for (a lot) but I wrote it on another blog so please read here if you're interested in all the blessings I'm thankful for this year.

Hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving. To my family: I can't wait to see you all in less than three weeks for the Ohio gang and five weeks for the Kansas gang. Love you all!

Until next time,
~ Buzzard ~

Boxing kangaroos

Hyatt and I have purchased a deck of cards from every country we've visited together. So far we have

- Fiji
- South Africa
- Australia

What an extensive list.

This is the deck for Australia

Allow me to narrate:

Hyatt: come here baby and give me a kiss

Me: ugh, get off me. you need to shave. *eye roll*

I hope you have appreciated your comic humor for the day.

Until next time,

~ Buzzard ~

Four out of five ain't bad

Briefly have internet today, for about 10 minutes, so I wanted to update you on the going-ons of FroBuzz.

During primary and middle school, I was taught that there were 4 oceans; Pacific, Atlantic, Arctic and Indian, and until the year 2000 that was the norm. Easy peasy.

Science decided to change things up a bit and add a whole ‘nother ocean – I don’t really know if ‘adding’ is the correct term but whatevs. So in 2000ish, the water south of Tasmania that stretches down to surround Antarctica was declared the Southern Ocean. It’s cold. It’s really big. I got to ride a ship through it this past weekend while looking for seals, whales and dolphins.

That's us on the boat with the Southern Ocean in the background.

2500 miles straight south and you'll run into Antarctica

So I can officially check off 4/5 oceans that I’ve swam (Atl., Pac.), stood (Ind.) or boated (Sou.) in. Success.

More posts about Tassie to come later – Hyatt’s parents and Hyatt and I had an amazing time exploring the beauty of Tasmania.

Currently in the outback around Alice Springs – if you look up ‘middle of nowhere’ in the dictionary it will say Alice Springs/Uluru/Coober Pedy. For realz.

Until I have internet access again, hopefully in the next 9 days,

~ Buzzard ~

Dear Gangstas

To the so-called 'gangstas', hoodlums and hoons of Melbourne,

1. You live in Australia; a country in which it is illegal to peel out ANYWHERE and it's easier to get a date with the Queen than it is to get a gun - you are not a gangsta.
2. That shaved head and rat-tail of which you're so blatantly proud? Australia is the only country in the world where people think that's even remotely cool. The rest of the world thinks you look like an idiot, including me.

gross

3. Skinny jeans that only come to the bottom of your buttcheeks are even more stupid-looking than baggy jeans that rest at a similar level.
4. I shouldn't even have to tell you this but gangstas don't wear skinny jeans.
5. You cannot be a gangsta on a skateboard - have you never heard of the Crips and Bloods?
6. I am NOT your baby - stay the eff away from me before I judo chop your ass.

Sincerely,
Brandi L. Buzzard

It's Bloody Hot

That's my way of saying it's hot as hell here - it was 90 degrees (F) on Wednesday and guess what - the ole flat doesn't have A/C. It does have windows that open about 3 inches but no wind = no air movement.

My darling husband knows how much I LOATHE being hot (seriously, the thermostat in our house is never above 60 in the winter) so he surprised me yesterday with a new friend:

Meet Phan. She's neato - not only does she keep me cool at night but when she is whirring away on "High", she drowns out the sound of the extremely near-by four lane road that connects two highways.

For privacy purposes, I cannot reveal her origin but she too will be leaving the flat in approximately seven weeks.

I foresee a beautiful, short-lived friendship in the making.

Peace out!
~ Buzzard ~

Caviar and Tentacles

We had an amazing night out last Saturday. We didn’t stay out very late,

because we’re lame-o, but we did have a great time.

We had dinner at Little Creatures (sound familiar? There was one in Perth, too) where I tried caviar, WHICH IS DISGUSTING, but even more unusual was that my pan fried calamari was not breaded and therefore looked like this at dinner:

 

If you can’t see very clearly, that is a ball of tentacles and the SUCKERS WERE STILL ON THEM! I tried a bite of it but the texture was too much for me. So I threw it in the traveling garbage disposal, aka Hyatt. Also, if you look closely you can still see the scar on my chin from the stupid boar attack during Hyatt’s trial.

As the evening progressed, so did the weird-ity.

We found Waldo, in case you had lost him.

And Vickey made friends with a pseudo pregnant guy…

And finally, I know I’ve been telling you how expensive Australia is for

quite some time but I thought you needed a visual aid:

Yes, one shot of Jagermeister is ten freakin’ bucks. Also, one bottle of cider is $7.50 (not a big bottle, but a normal sized drink bottle). That is ridiculousness in its finest form, folks (try saying that five times fast). 

And last but not least, the ying to my yang, Vickey.

She’s lovely and I love her.

Until next tiiiiiiiime,

~ Buzzard ~

p.s. YKWRGMG update: I am so ticked off at Blogger right now for not allowing me to cut and paste in the funny pictures I had edited directly from Word. I'm never doing that again. I might stop blogging for awhile, I'm that mad.

Hyatt and NHS

Hyatt sometimes gets what I lovingly refer to as NHS (Nappy Hair Syndrome) and therefore, to save $$$$, I have to practice my expert hair shaping skills. It’s gonna get real, folks. Here’s happy Hyatt prior to the hair cutting extravaganza

Check out my tools – clippers, backcomb (mine and lives in my purse) and utility scissors.

To begin with, you wet the hair. Try not to get water in his eyes or he whines and it’s annoying – then make a Mohawk because seriously, what other chance do I have while he’s sitting still and not squirming around. Bam!

Isn’t he dashing?

OK – next step, attempt layering. He likes it a little longer on top and short on the sides so I clip the sides with the comb and clippers and then I pull the middle together and trim and trim and trim and trim.

I come it to the front to see if I’m doing well and realize that maybe I shouldn’t be cutting hair.

Me thinks it looks a little uneven. Or it’s his weird hairline and misshapen head. I think the latter.

He cut me off from taking pictures after this but I should let you know that I totally evened it up and he looks fantastic. I took this picture the next day when he was in a better mood. See???

Well, his hair looks fantastic. His face looks grouchy.

And that’s how you cut your hubsy’s hair, friends.

 Please, soak up the knowledge that is emanating from this blog.

Until next time,

~ Buzzard ~