An Outback Wedding?

And so after all the excitement of becoming Mr & Mrs W. to be … the time came to start planning.  Just on the excitement, you can only imagine how many hours I have spent staring at my ring and squealing at friends and family over the phone.  Poor Mr W., I really don’t think he was prepared for this side of things.  His ears are still ringing.

So back to the planning.  We really don’t want a long engagement, so we pretty much set the date the night Mr W. proposed … 12th November 2011.  Yep, while Mr W. watched Metallica … I gazed at the way the pretty lights reflected off my engagement ring … and planned the wedding … I’m a woman, I can multitask!!

After just 2 weeks, I, oh sorry, I mean we, had the entire wedding organised for Perth … celebrant was booked, reception venue booked and deposit paid … limo booked, hairdresser and flowers … they were all crossed off my list.  Everyone thought we were too eager booking everything straight away … but come on, look at our track record, do we ever wait around for things?  I think not!  I mean, let’s be honest … with the timeline we’ve been keeping, we should really be married by Christmas!

A few weeks after we were engaged my gorgeous best friend flew to Newman for a surprise visit … she arrived in red dirt splendour, a bottle of Moet under her arm.  We were all sitting around the kitchen table day dreaming about the wedding when Mr W. pushed an open book towards me … opened to a page displaying Home Valley Station.  All it took was one look from Mr W. (and some encouraging from my bestie) and I was sold.

And so, the next day I jumped on the phone, rang HV Station … and booked the entire wedding.  The only catch is that we have to bring the wedding forward to 3rd September 2011 … but that is definitely not a problem … the sooner the better!

All those months ago (he he) when we travelled the Gibb River Road together we had joked that if we ever got married it would be at Home Valley Station … and now here we were getting married … at Home Valley Station, among the gorgeous Cockburn Ranges and Pentecost River.  It just felt right.  The next chapter of our lives together is set to commence where it had originally began …

And so began “something boab, something blue” …

pp xx

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Saturday Morning in Newman …

After having a week of feeling like I had lost my blogging mojo … a morning of boredem in Newman seems to have brought it back.  Mr W., being the hard working soul that he is, has just finished his 3rd night of night shift this morning.   For those of you with partners that work nights, you’ll know just how frustrating it can be when you have to live in the same house … and be quiet.  It’s great when I’m working, I get up and get ready for work, Mr W. comes home, jumps into bed and falls asleep.  But what happens when it’s my day off?  Well, I thought I’d share with you what night shift means for me when the morning after falls on a Saturday …

It means I have to be organised.  If I want to shower once Mr W. has gone to bed, I need to have all my stuff transferred to the other bathroom.  I know Mr W. says that once he’s asleep he can’t hear anything, but I would feel just awful if I woke him (remember the smoke alarm incident).  And so, night shift almost renders me homeless for a few hours as I search for things to do in this sleepy town …

6.15am alarm goes off, I remember that Mr W. will be home in about 20 minutes.  I get up, quickly gather bathroom paraphernalia, clothes, shoes and dump it on the kitchen table.  Jump back into bed.

6.40am Mr W. arrives home, I pretend to be asleep … have a conversation I can’t remember …

9.13am awoken by text message from my mum (oops, I must have fallen back to sleep) … Mr W. stirs a little, but I manage to sneak out of the bedroom without waking him.

9.45am after a shower in the spare bathroom, I take the dogs for a walk through the bush.

10.30am race home, put the dogs back in the yard, grab handbag and race to the gym for Pump … oops got the times mixed up, it started at 9.50, not 10.50 … ho hum.

10.40am head to hotel to buy a take away coffee … $5 (yes yes, your eyes aren’t deceiving you).

10.45am head to the shopping mecca of Newman to waste some time … surely there is something to look at?  Go to Woolworths, buy three magazines I don’t need and 4 mandarins that seem fresh and tasty.  One magazine had a free ModelCo Lip Balm … bargain.  Cost … $24.

10.55am walk back to car … which I have purposely parked on the other side of the car park so that it takes longer.  Call mum and talk to her in the car park.

11.10am do a lap around town, see who’s about.  no one to see.  return to shopping centre.

11.15am go to Tyre Shop to pick up spare tyre which has been repaired after my flat tyre yesterday.

11.25am go to newsagents to see what junk I can purchase … result = 3 scratchies, a birthday card, The West Australian Newspaper, Fridge Magnet, Blank Card … total $25.

11.35am do another lap around town … still no one about, no one to see, nothing to do.

11.50am decide to drive to Tropic of Capricorn.  This may seem strange, but try not going above 60km per hour for a month and see how you feel.  The lure of a 110km speed limit (if only for 15 km) is just too tempting.  Put on 80’s radio station, listen to Cher “If I Could Turn Back Time”.  Drive to Tropic of Capricorn sign, take photos, get back in the car, drive home.

12.10pm (yes I made it past lunch time) … arrive back in town, seeing as it’s after 12pm I head to the bottlo (you can’t buy wine here before 12pm remember).  Choose 3 bottles of white and a cask of red (yes I know, but it reminds me of my fabulous holiday lol).  Get told by the lady behind the counter that one cannot purchase cask wine on a Saturday, only a Mon or Tues.  Feel incredibly embarrassed.  Put cask back on the shelf and choose a bottle of red.  Gee it’s hard when you’re forced to be classy.  Pay for my wine and head back to the car.  Total $70.

12.20pm Consider sitting in the park and drinking my wine.  Decide to get Subway instead.

12.45pm Waited in line at Subway for about 15 mins but was actually happy with this, as it pushed my time out of the house out even further.  Total $9 (come on, I had to buy a couple of cookies too!).

1pm Returned home with above purchases.  Turned out to be an expensive morning.  Have snuck into the office and locked myself in so I can blog quietly.

So as you can see, I just love night shift.  It really makes my weekend.  Now where’s that wine???

pp xx