Leadership at the Point of a Bayonet

I am not sure if anyone is actually reading this blog and if they are if they are taking anything away from it. I wanted to share what I have learned about leadership even though what I have to say might not be very interesting.

Just before I left Texas, I wrote my thoughts on leadership and what I had learned over the past few years. Many people know how much respect I have for a man by the name of Richard Winters. Some may recognize his name from the HBO show called "Band of Brothers"; others may have heard his name if discussing leadership with me. He developed leadership principles which he called "Leadership at the Point of a Bayonet" which really resonates with me. After my work experience here in Australia,  I thought it would be time to revisit Winters' principles as well as my thoughts on them from when I was still at Texas A&M. This was addressed to the team of staff I was leaving behind.

Leadership at the Point of a Bayonet 

1.     Strive to be a leader of character, competence, and courage.

Regarding character, I feel that I am pretty sound in this now but I certainly had to work on this over the years. Just like the students we work with every day, when I arrived in this office I was still asking myself “what do I want to be when I grow up?” “What are my life goals?” “Who am I, and who am I going to be?” What I learned within the first year of working with the Regents’ Scholars Program helped me start to solidify my character. I am guided by my core values and my belief system. I am guided every day to get up and come to work because I want to make a difference in the lives of students. I never considered myself to be good at anything in particular. But when I came here and was able to tie these beliefs with a career, I feel that I was able to define my character and who I wanted to be.

Competence was to follow my character development. Again, I never felt good at anything I had done. But as I grew in my identity and learned more about retention and student development. I had the knowledge and just had to put it to work. I spent countless hours in committee meetings where people with many more degrees than me discussed theory. I had no need to discuss the theory- what should be and what the research shows. I was LIVING it. I had anecdotal stories to solidify the qualitative data. Soon people started asking my opinion on things. I gave it. This was a sign that someone thought I was competent.

What I had to really work on however was courage. During the early days of my employment within this office we started the Regents’ Scholars Coordination Committee. I was incredibly timid about the situation. I was incredibly intimidated about the situation. I was facing my own personal giants. And the only way I knew to deal with them was to focus on my beliefs and what I knew in my heart was the right thing. I had one quote that would get me through the days- and it is from a song by Casting Crowns and it states: “Oh what I would to do have the kind of strength it takes to stand before a giant, with just a sling and a stone. Surrounded by the sound of a thousand warriors shaking in their armor, wishing they’d have had the strength to stand. But the giant’s calling out my name and he laughs at me, reminding me of all the times I’ve tried before and failed. The giant keeps on telling me time and time again, boy you’ll never win. You’ll never win. But the voice of truth, tells me a different story. The voice of truth says do not be afraid. And the voice of truth says this is for my glory. Out of all the voices calling out to me, I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth.”  Everyone faces giants in their own way, and each of us has to find the courage to face those giants. I faced mine by focusing on my beliefs- I truly believed that I would be able to make the difference in the lives of individuals if I continued to work hard. This is where my courage came from and over the years it has been made stronger by those who continued to entrust me to work with the students.

2.     Lead from the front. Say, “Follow me!” and then lead the way.

I learned this concept through trial and error- and not by my own but by observing others. I believe that every moment is a learning opportunity- sometimes you learn what you like and sometimes you learn what you don’t like. I had work for a boss who did not “lead from the front.” She was not in the trenches with us, and she did not say “follow me.” Fast forward to SFAID where I had the privilege to work for Joe and Delisa. BOTH lead from the front. BOTH told me to “follow me.” Delisa specifically did this through the RSSC. She did not leave me alone to deal with the politics, but stepped in and lead the way. Joe always had my back to. When he was around I felt like I could not do wrong because I knew that he believed in me. I tried to model these two individuals every day in leading my students and eventually my staff and team.  I always say that I would follow General Rudder and Dr. Gates off a cliff if they instructed me to. I would trust them (even though I never met Rudder) and follow them anywhere. I feel the same with Joe and Delisa. When you are leading, I also have learned that you will fail and you must learn to be humble when you do so. You will have critics when you are a leader. You will not make everyone happy. You will not be everyone’s friends. Learn from the experience and know that the pain will not last. The quote that inspired me to mimic this concept is from Franklin D Roosevelt:

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

3.     Stay in top physical shape - physical stamina is the root of mental toughness. Not much to say here. Get exercise. Go for a walk. 

4.     Develop your team. If you know your people, are fair in setting realistic goals and expectations, and lead by example, you will develop teamwork.

This one I truly take to heart. I have tried my best to hire hard and manage easy. When we have hired staff on the team, I have tried to invest time in them to get them trained and developed, and then I set goals and expectations and make clear that I expect them to manage their tasks and responsibilities. I was never here to babysit staff (I do lack empathy when it comes to projects), but rather ensure that as a team we are achieving the larger goal of which they are play a part. Trust is key. If you lose trust in an employee, they begin to feel alienated. Alienated employees become disgruntled and un-invested and then typically leave. I have learned that if I set realistic goals and expectations, the teamwork follows naturally. This hopefully helps people from feeling alienated and keeps everyone moving forward together. 

5.     Delegate responsibility to your subordinates and let them do their job. You can’t do a good job if you don’t have a chance to use your imagination and creativity.

Sometimes I feel like I delegate too much. But honestly this is what helps to motivate staff I believe (I trust them so I delegate) and we actually get to work together more than if I did not delegate. Also, I find that with staff and with students if you take a calculated risk and delegate the work, they often times come back with a much more creative solution than I ever would have thought. I recognize my strengths and my weaknesses and realize that some of the staff I work with are much better at certain tasks than I am. I tell them this when I delegate and I feel it gives them confidence. 

6.     Anticipate problems and prepare to overcome obstacles. Don’t wait until you get to the top of the ridge and then make up your mind.

I strongly dislike procrastination and I strongly dislike feeling as though a process is spiraling out of control. I most like it when I can think about possible obstacles and make decisions on how I would react in certain situations if they did arise. I have tried my best to implement this with the team. This is mostly done through discussion and I believe it actually allows the team members to feel that they play a larger role than they originally perceived. If you engage team members in the discussion of anticipated problems and potential solutions in advance, it helps them feel more in control, helps them feel better if things don’t go as planned, and helps them work well together. 

7.     Remain humble. Don’t worry about who receives the credit. Never let power or authority go to your head.

This I really learned from Delisa and Joe. They were quick to give credit where credit was due. I am not big on receiving credit myself, but I did appreciate the private conversations and notes directed towards me and my work. This meant the most to me.

8.     Take a moment of self-reflection. Look at yourself in the mirror every night and ask yourself if you did your best.

I always have this dialogue with myself as I would think most leaders do. I never want to be the one who thinks I am always perfect in a role, or who has no room for improvement. I recognize that each day when I ask myself this question, sometimes the answer was no. There were days that I left here thinking I did not work and do my best for the staff today. But, I would learn from those mistakes or educational moments and then be able to attack the next day with a new attitude.

9.     True satisfaction comes from getting the job done. They key to a successful leader is to earn respect - not because of rank or position, but because you are a leader of character.

Everyone on this team should feel as though they are contributors to the larger picture. I have tried to not demand respect, but work very hard to earn it. Sometimes I had to make tough decisions or unpopular decisions, but I always felt at the end of the day that you all supported me. It is through your trust that I found my strength as a leader. 

10.  Hang Tough! - Never, ever, give up.

I hope that each one of you takes this to heart. Change is always hard and this team has been through a lot in the past few years. I believe however, that I am leaving behind the best group of people this office could ask for in a scholarship team. Each one of you has your own strengths and you all compliment each other so well. Delisa often told me what a good job I was doing, and I just kept telling her that I was just the one riding the bike, but that you all were the ones making the wheels go around. I truly believe this. I value each of you and I hope that you all know that you play a very important role in the success of the scholarship team.

This is Your Life- Part 2

It was a day very similar to my last day at Texas A&M. I wore the same outfit. It was cold and rainy again. The rain on my last day at A&M matched my mood. I was sad to be leaving my family of students and staff, a job I loved, and a supervisor I would follow anywhere. Today's rain was not the same. It was a cleansing rain as I left Deakin this afternoon. Perhaps for the last time unless I find another job at that same campus.

Yes, you read that correctly. I left Deakin after only two weeks of employment. There were several reasons why I left, but most would just bore you. What I can tell you is that the job simply was not for me. I learned a lot about myself over the two weeks. I know now that I need high expectations from a supervisor. I need to be challenged to the pushing point. I cannot work under laissez faire conditions. I need to be in a position where I can develop people, students and/or staff. I need to be able to teach, guide, train, mentor, facilitate learning, and engage people. So, as I stated the position was not for me. I will allow you to read between the lines.

Back in April I wrote a blog titled "This is Your life." This is the second part of that blog. As I got into my car to head home today, the song was on. As I stressed out about this time and how it would look on my resume, I freaked out. And then the lyrics hit me:

Yesterday is just a wrinkle on your forehead.

Simply stated and yet so true. Our days are numbered and I have chosen to already search for the next adventure. I don't want yesterday to be a wrinkle, but memories, proud moments, and happiness. And so, off I go again on a job hunt.

I don't want to disappoint any of you. I don't want you to think I am a quitter. I want you to think of me as a fighter who is still searching for my next step.

This is your life  Are you who you want to be? 

Working 9-5

Last Monday, I started my new job at Deakin University. Since then I have received numerous messages inquiring as to how it is going, and what if anything is different about the universities here vs. back at home.

To say it is different would be an understatement. To say it is better or worse than the universities within the American system would be impossible. You simply cannot compare apples to oranges.

Let's start with terminology. I will do my best not to confuse people, but it's a bit inevitable.

1. Faculty of Business and Law. What does this mean? Well, simply stated I work for the "college of business and law" however, my staff id says I am the Faculty of Business and Law. It would be a cool party trick at home I think, to whip my id out and make others think I am a faculty member in law. Certainly, it appears I may be more intelligent here than in Texas. I am a Faculty of B&L Adviser. This does not mean I advice the faculty, although that could be interesting. I advise students studying business and law.

2. Units=classes. The term "hours" is not existent here. Instead, you need anywhere from 24 to 32 units to graduate depending on your course of study. A unit equals 1 class. You typically take 4 units per trimester (I will address this soon too).

3. Weighted Average Mark or WAM= GPR/GPA. A score of 50 and above means you passed. Anything below is a fail.

4. Semester does not exist at Deakin. Instead there are 3 trimesters. T1 starts in March, T2 in July, and T3 in November.

5. Financial aid=HECS. Very different however. Instead of attempting to explain, I will include the link for anyone who is interested in learning more: http://studyassist.gov.au/sites/studyassist/helppayingmyfees/hecs-help/pages/hecs-help-welcome#WhatIsHECS-HELP.

6. Course=major in the US. Here you might study your course of Bachelor of Commerce. This is your degree. You may or may not have a declared major. You may study a Bachelor of Sport Management and then later declare a major, which could be anything from finance to interactive marketing.

Just a few things I have learned in my first week.

Now let's talk culture. The American system tends to two things different:

1. Campus culture
2. Customer service

In terms of campus culture, there is very little identity associated with the university systems here. No athletic events, no Reveille walking around, no military association, no frats, etc. Pretty much it seems that the students go to university to get an education within the classroom (gasp) and then work. They tend to live at home and it also seems that the majority of friendships happened outside of the university system. There is very little loyalty that I have seen within families as well as to which university one may attend,. Siblings go wherever and there really doesn't seem to be any competition between the universities. This could  be credited to the fact that tuition is the same across the board I believe. Although the system is about to become deregulated and institutions will be able to charge what they would like to. This could cause more competition for students.

In terms of customer service, it seems that the staff here are not as geared towards supporting the development of the individual student or assisting them beyond all means. For most, this is a job in which they advise students on the courses but do not venture outside of that bubble to advise or discuss much else. There does not appear to be much of the "how may I help you" statement as there is the "this is what needs to be done" statement. This is not simply a university only characteristic, but more of the way it is in Australia. As a waitress or waiter, you don't work for tips. You just do your job and hopefully the customer gets served along the way. Pretty straightforward.

In general, the staff in the office are all very pleasant. I am amazed at the work that gets done as they arrive around 8:30 am and leave at 5:00 pm. You don't take work home, you leave the stress at the office (if stress exists). They don't send a ton of emails but instead talk to one another even if it means walking down the hallway (gasp #2). This is taking me time to get used to, but I know I will adjust. I actually monitor the number of emails I send because they would be a bit shocked I think if I went all out American on them. I also try to be a little more reserved at this point in time so that I don't come across as intense. In short, I am still in the honeymoon stage. I will say that there seems to be a much better work/life balance. In fact, I get a RDO, or Rostered Day Off pretty much every 19 days. Work/Life balance=something I could get use to.

They ask many questions about how things are done in the States and they are fascinated by the culture of the universities. They are especially interested in my experiences with athletics.

I believe I am learning from them and them from me.

I look forward to learning more and thinking about the pros and cons about both America's and Australia's take on higher education.

Dodge with a Blog Down Under: Day of Days

Captain's Log, Star Date somethingorrather

It was a sunny day, I thought perhaps they had plans and that is why I did not go to school with them to pick up Ian.

I sat and wondered, what could be taking them so long.

I sat and thought, where did I put my toy?

Perhaps I shall walk over to my water bowl and have a drink?

Where are they?

This was my afternoon a few weeks back. Sitting and wondering why my crew had forsaken me and left me behind. These days I go everywhere with them petty much. In fact, most cafés have dog water bowls out. Everyone I meet is just so darn friendly.

When they finally returned home on that fateful day of days, I knew something was just not right. I looked at them. Panic was not on their faces. They made dinner just like always. The boys played and yelled outside as normal. But there was a scent.

Food provider had been doing something with dogs. It was only later after the small things went to bed that I learned the horrible things that had unfolded that afternoon in the school yard at Ian's school. Here is how I understood it:

Rottweiler #1 strolled into the schoolyard (he made have also been a smaller dog, a little smaller than me but that doesn't matter.) I shall call him George.

George saw Rottweiler #2 (or perhaps it was a Schnauzer? Doesn't matter.) I will call him Harry.

George attacked Harry with no concern for the children who had just come out of the school.

That is about the time that Food Provider saw what was happening and thinking that George was attacking a child, ran towards the incident. He proceeded to jump about 15 feet over a crowd of 30 or so people...screaming in horror at the dog fight...they were kicking George. Harry was hurting. His mother was screaming that he was dead. Food Provider reached in with all of his strength and miraculously separated the two, with only his bare hands!! In the process, Harry may have torn a large gash into FP's hand (or maybe it was just two small teeth marks...hard to tell.)

The school nurse came running out. Women were screaming in terror. Men were bowing down at FP's feet. They were in awe of his majestic ways.

Evidently after all was said and done, FP had to get a shot to protect him from whatever horrible things the dogs may have carried.

I am honored that I call myself the Master of this house with such a brave FP as my staff. Really. So much so that I am starting a petition to have a statue erected of him at the school I am also ordering t-shirts. If you want in, let me know.

Until later, watch your pups but know that is my FP is around all is good in the world.

Dodge out.

Everybody's Workin' for the Weekend

It's been awhile since I written. This has been intentional. The past few months have been difficult, and the past month has been different and challenging in new ways. There have been times in which I have felt very confused. Thrilled to spend time with Evan while Ian is at school and yet bored with the day. I have struggled with the fact that I want to be with the kids, be present for drop off and pick ups, be there for as many cuddles as I can and the fact that I would like to work in an office again, where I can assist people in maximizing their strengths.

I have read many blogs and articles recently about staying at home with children and being a working mother. I can say that I agree with both sides of the story, but for me there was one that resonated with me- the fact that I want my children to know I did something for myself, made a difference in the lives of others which is tied to my core values, and followed my passions. Different mothers have different passions. My passion is to help people while also being available for my children. I believe I have found a good position to help me support my passion.

I am to start a new job at Deakin University next week (as long as all is good with my work visa.) This job is supposed to be family friendly…in the sense that I was told that when you leave at 5 pm, you truly leave the work behind. I was not sure if I believe this, but after trying to get a response from people after 5 pm I believe this is really the case. Furthermore, the Aussies have many laws in place which ensure you can have a balance. For example, there are options for flexible work schedules which could result in 4.5 day weeks or 19 day months, etc. You can also "purchase" leave so that you can take more weeks off which is good for school holidays. I will explore this more after I start to determine the best schedule for our family.

What I have discovered is that in the US, I loved to work but that I really was living to work. Here I believe the philosophy is that you work to live…meaning you work so that you can maintain your desired lifestyle. I loved my job at Texas A&M, but I spent many nights awake with anxiety over a variety of issues, whether it was tied to a student situation or perhaps an impossible task. While working in scholarships and financial aid may not seem too stressful, it is interesting to know that often times a mess up could result in the loss of funding, whether it be private, state, or federal. Furthermore, when you have 60,000 students at your campus, you have many emails, phone calls and visitors which require full attention. Add donors and foundations in, along with institutional, state, and federal "visitors" or auditors, and you typically have very little time to spend on your actual job tasks. This often means that those staff are working late hours and weekends, and not sleeping through the peak times. When it comes to funding ones education, finances can be a stressor and those in the scholarships and financial aid office know this. We were often times the subject of criticism because one or more processes had run into issues, often times outside of our direct control. We always worked however to do the very best we could for our students. It was stressful. I took a lot of the stress home. Even when I was with the children I was often times thinking about little Sallie or Joe Aggie and wondering what I could do to rectify the situation or what options I could provide to help them out. I couldn't leave it at the office. Texas A&M was my life and my identity.  (Perhaps you should hug your Scholarships & Financial Aid advisor today!)

Knowing how stressed I was back at home, I was a bit worried to apply for a job and go back to work. I enjoyed my stress free mornings of getting Ian to school and hanging the laundry on the line without any major rush. However, I applied for the job, went on the interview (the only interview I have had) and was offered the position last week. If all goes well with my visa, I should start next Monday.

I am looking forward to going back to work and to learning all about the university system here. I am hoping that I will be able to use my teaching and facilitation experience one day, but for now I am going to enjoy advising students and then going home at the end of the day to my kiddos.

Nothing can replace my time at Texas A&M. With all the stress, came a lot of joy. The students that I was able to work with always made my day blessed, even when I was dealing with some of the not-so-pleasant ones (the good outnumbered the bad.)

The boys aren't to sure about me going back to work, but I have told them it is a necessity right now. I don't want to miss out on any time with them however, and so I will always evaluate the situation and be sure that my work does not become my identity. I don't want to live to work, but work to live and spend time with my family.

Won't You Be My Neighbor?

Today, I met a really beautiful soul. Having Dodger at the park typically attracts people, as they are always interested in him. Today I was approached by a set of twins and their mother, who looked on the outside very different that the other parents. She had beautiful dreads and plenty of piercing. She sat down and we instantly starting chatting. She knew right away I was from the States and was inquisitive about my experience here so far. We talked about the little things of convenience that I miss (hello drive through pharmacies) and some of the things I don't miss (guns, of course among a few other things).

I got the feeling as we were talking that other parents weren't too keen on her look. But I found her fascinating. She explained to me that she was essentially homeless for the time as she and her husband and three children were living with her parents and siblings. "In between homes…" she said. She was my age and so I could relate to her about what that must feel like, considering I just made a big move and felt homeless a bit. She talked about her siblings, the mistakes she had made, and the fact that she hoped they would learn from her. We talked about her travel experience to the States and the many other places we want to travel. Her kids followed us down to the oval while I let Dodger have a run and we talked more about the challenges of raising kids. It was simple conversation. We talked about potty training, how friendly people were in the US (her words I promise), the size of the meals in the States, and where you could find organic items around here. I made mention of Petty's Orchard and she indicated she had not been there before. She was going to make plans to check it out. We talked about free things to do with the kids, since everything seems to be expensive around this area.

Of course, then I walked home and had the horrible interaction with Dragon Lady.

It made me wonder why some people are so angry in life? What could possibly make these neighbors so hateful?

Then there was this women at the park. She had seen some hard times. She was so beautiful to me, inside and out. Interacting with those type of locals is what this adventure is all about.

In Mr. Roger's neighborhood, Dragon Lady would not survive. She may appear to be "normal" but her ugliness on the inside is like a rotten apple.

I hope to run into the twin's mother again as she was so unique and so friendly…very considerate; true to herself. People are so interesting if you just give them a chance to show their true colors. I would welcome a neighbor like that.

A Few of My Favorite Things

We have now settled into our rental home and I have began collecting my favorite spots in the house to sit and think about life. Typically this tends to be wherever I might find sun coming through a window. So far, I enjoy my spot on the bed around 2-3 pm. The sun comes beaming through and warms the spot. A second favorite spot in sitting on the couch near our living room windows. This brings joy to me as I can sit and see the beautiful trees and enjoy the scenery. We also have a Butcher bird that frequents our back tree and sometimes I can see him swoop in to grab dinner. I also enjoy sitting on each of the boys' bed and looking out over the trees from the second floor of the house. Really- there is not a bad view from any of the windows in my opinion. So, favorite spots in the house have been found.

Favorite spots out of the house our plentiful. Our local parks are simply amazing. Beautiful walks, lots of wildlife, and plenty of exercise. The spotting of kangaroos is a common occurrence. The spotting of the wombat or echidna that we have recently seen is not so common so we feel quite lucky. I enjoy walking through the gum trees and beautiful park lands and listening for the kookaburra. It's simply not possible to avoid smiling when you hear them laugh. I often times wondering what they are saying. This morning when I heard one laugh I am certain he was telling the other birds to hush up. Today we discovered Petty's Orchard where the boys played in the fenced in playground, kicked a soccer ball with the other kids, crawled all over the tractor in the field, saw kangaroos resting in the orchard, and where Paul and I enjoyed a coffee and fresh apple pie. The boys did their thing independently and we did our thing…enjoyed our coffee and read the paper. It was incredibly enjoyable. The orchard itself is one of the oldest in Melbourne, founded in 1853. It's 5 minutes from our home. We are now making plans for our first trip to Phillip Island to see the Little Penguins and eventually weekends where we can drive down for a day at one of several beaches in the area.

I am still searching for employment and hope to find something soon. Otherwise, I am enjoying learning my way around, spending a lot of time with Evan while Ian is at school, and trying to figure out what to cook in this new land. I drink a lot of tea to stay warm, make a lot of biscuits/scones with fresh cream and yummy jam, and try to make the most of my time with the kids.

And Dodger is enjoying life as well. I should add that in. He pretty much goes everywhere with us it seems. He enjoys his walks and all the new sites and animals that are fun to sniff out. And of course he loves the kangaroos.

Many favorite things. Many more to discover.

You're A Mean One Mr. Grinch

Home.

Our stuff arrived and we have spent the past week unpacking, going through boxes and trying to determine what would stay packed. We anticipate being in the rental for about 12 months, so we intended to leave many things packed. Our moving adventure began July 20 with a delivery of our new table at 7:30 am. Luckily we were ready to get into the house and were up early. Later that day, another delivery of our large appliances was made. This is when the fun with the neighbors began. The man wasn't too bad at first; just generally grumpy. We went over later to their home to introduce ourselves and to let them know that the moving truck would be at the house early the next day. We share a drive way so it was important for them to know in the event that they needed to move their cars. We did not anticipate the movers to park in the driveway, but on the road instead. That is not what happened however, and thus began the emergence of the Dragon Lady and Hannibal. Yelling, hissy fits, tantrums. I had no idea that two adults could act this way. I was immediately worried. We had not met our landlord yet and I feared that these two grinches would ruin his opinion of us. We went over later that day to apologize for the movers and to offer a nice box of Cadbury Favorites. Mrs. Neighbor dismissed the gift and was equally rude to us. She told us they had lived next door to ice heads and just wanted a nice family. She stated that they clearly did not get nice neighbors. I went through my sad stage at this comment. Then I got to my angry stage. Now I am at my "leave me alone" stage. I am to the point now that if she says something to me, Angry Suzanne will make her appearance.

I was quite pleased when we did meet the landlord that he also said how grumpy they are...in fact, it seems many who have visited have had a run in with them. This is the reason that I posted my warning about parking in the driveway, looking at the driveway the wrong way, or engaging Mr. and Mrs. Neighbor in any decent conversation.

Home.

It is still home regardless of our grumpy neighbors. We had great neighbors in Texas and I really miss that concept of community. Not all Aussies are rude, we just happened to move in next door to the two that have a serious chip on their shoulder. They won't ruin the feeling I get when sitting on my couch or when cuddling with the boys in our bed.

And when we do start dealing meth, we will be sure to let everyone know.

Dodge with a Blog Down Under: I've Been Away

Howdy,

I know I have not written in awhile. I have moved to my new abode and have no internet access, so I have had to hop down the road to a local joint so that I am able to write.

There is also another reason I don't write much. Lots of adventures. This morning, for example I saw 100's of those super big bunnies again. I couldn't believe my eyes. And now that I know what they taste like, I was salivating. Crying. Yummy roo tails.

My new house will suffice. It has wood floors so I spend a lot of time looking for the slightest bit of rug to lay on. The floors are cold and I am a skinny boy with very little fat, so I need the carpet to relax on. I have Paul and Suzanne trained pretty well, they feed my on cue and let me out the back door when I give them the look. I try not to bark too much, as the neighbors are quite grumpy people and I don't want to rouse them from their cave.

In general, life is good. I get the sense that the boys are happy. I am back on nana duty at night time and spend a considerable amount of time with them until they fall asleep, at which point in time I sneak out of their rooms to my own bed for some good ole r&r.

This is the first "warm" day we have had in awhile. I am looking forward to spring time here as I know it will mean more walks and more adventures and more kangaroos!

Until later, Dodge out.

Material Girl

I have never been the type that was really into material things. We have some pretty interesting stories about how we obtained some of our belongings. I will leave those stories to another time. I am one to tie emotions to my belongings and so many of them remind me of specific events or times in my life (to bad we sold the Johnny Hangover TV.)

Now, as the final countdown to our move in is on, I find myself becoming a material girl. I have been counting down the "sleeps" until our stuff arrives. Sunday, we will move into our rental. Monday, we expect the movers to arrive with our material items. Evan will be with his grandparents and Ian will be at school. This is a good thing as they won't see me cry like a baby when our couches and beds are unloaded. I am beyond excited to see my clothes, my bedding, even my art. And I am really excited to see the boys faces when they realize their beds are set up in their room and their toys have all arrived. It will literally be Christmas in July for all of us.

It's been two months in the making. Our stuff shipped out of College Station on Tuesday, May 20. We move into our new place on Sunday, July 20 and our stuff will be delivered on Monday, July 21. Two months of living out of suitcases for the most part. Two months of thinking about how I can't wait to sleep in my bed (there is nothing wrong with the bed I am currently sleeping in, but I have an attachment to my king sized bed!) Two months of waiting and I imagine that Monday will result in many tears of joy. But also a few tears of sadness. I know that when I start unpacking some of my office boxes there will be many memories of my former employment, along with the many friends I made in Aggieland. I know that the large Eiffel Tower that my students built for me is waiting to be unpacked. I hope it made the trip ok. I know there is a few new pieces of art including an Aggie one from my office and a Texas map.  I am especially excited to see the photo album that my office put together with monthly notes. I missed out on June, so I will read those right away along with July.

For someone who does not consider material items to be of great importance, I am excited to say that Sunday and Monday I will be a material girl.

The Fighter

It seems I had a few people worried about Mr. Cellophane. Please remember that I am writing this blog to share my feelings with the students I left at Texas A&M- hoping they can find some comfort in knowing that I have experienced feelings of homesickness and a sense of not belonging. Perhaps something similar to what they may have experienced when moving away from home to go to university. Really- no need to worry about my well being.

This brings me to my next subject. As I begin rebuilding my identity here, I am faced with a few familiarities from the past. While running today (on a treadmill- it's rainy and cold here in Melbourne) I had a song come on my running mix. It reminded me of a few years ago, running early in the morning in the summer of 2012. I would run the streets of Castlegate around 5:30 am; it was dark, lonely, and perfect. I only had Dodge to keep me company. And this was fine. I was stressed at work. I wasn't sure where we were going or how the team would make it through the next few challenging months. We had some pretty unhappy employees, who clearly needed to move forward. I had many people judging me thinking I was not strong enough to handle the challenges which were in front of me. I had many people just waiting to see me fail.

Have you ever had someone thinking you could not do something?

I certainly have, in many different situations. Perhaps this pain comes from some of my family thinking I would not make anything of myself after my mother passed away when I was 15. I fought my way through a lot of questionable times, with the help of my brother. Two university degrees, a husband, two kids later- I think I have made something for myself. The last time we went to visit my mother's grave, I felt proud standing there and knowing that she was looking down on what I had become.

The key to overcoming obstacles, to believing that you can accomplish a goal, to proving others wrong is to be a fighter. There are many mornings you might not feel like getting out of bed, not feel like going to class, going to work, etc. The challenge is to press on through the pain and accomplish whatever you are there today.

In case you are wondering, the song I heard today was The Fighter by Gym Class Heroes.

Just waking up in the morning, and to be well.
Quite honest with ya, I ain't really sleep well.
Ya ever feel like your train of thought's been derailed? That when you press on...

I am a fighter, and I will find a new identity. I knew this transition would be difficult, but I will press on.

Mr. Cellophane

This morning I woke up crying from a dream I had last night. I had walked into my old office only to find business as usual. They did not notice I was there, nor did they care. I was forgotten.

I grew up feeling this way. From the time I was a kid, through my university career I felt like Mr. Cellophane. "You could look right through me, walk right by me and never know I'm there." There was not really anything special about me. I was always just a member of the team, but never the star.

When I got to Texas A&M to go to grad school and work, that really had not changed. I was still just doing my thing, some would notice. Others, in my mind, started to believe. By the time I landed in my role in Scholarships & Financial Aid, I started to feel that the cellophane was being pulled back and I was finally able to start to shine. A lot of that was because of the trust provided in me by others. Some of that was because my purpose and identity had finally started developing.

By the time I was in my last role as the Associate Director, my identity and purpose had grown very strong. I knew what I wanted to do with my life and I had a pretty good idea of how I would accomplish the task. There were days I felt like Major Winters, leading my team with a sense of purpose in the projects and tasks at hand. There were always tasks that I did not particularly like to do, but in general I enjoyed getting up every morning and going to my office. I had friends there; I had amazing students; I had opportunities to do things I had not imagined I could do. Other days I felt like Captain Speirs- running through the fire on a prayer that I would make it through the other side and live another day to lead the team. Most days, I felt like Iron Man leading the Avengers- a team of heroes pulled together to help accomplish their goal. I felt like a superstar. Finally, I was seen. I had identity. I had purpose.

Here, I have experienced a loss for my purpose and my identity.

Yes, I am a mother. But for those who really know me, you will understand that although I love my children dearly, I need more in life. I would do anything for them, don't get me wrong. But I am also my own being and don't live to serve them alone.  I respect stay at home moms. But it is not me. I saw on an email the other day a mom who signed her email with so-in-so's mom...that makes me cringe.

Chickering and Reisser would probably be proud that I could still relate to their 7 vectors of identity development. I feel that I have started over from vector 1. Developing Competence. Even Moving through Autonomy toward Interdependence (vector 3). Believe it or not, I can get myself around town a little better now.

Here I feel like Mr. Cellophane once again. I am hoping that my sense of identity will come back soon and I can be someone other than a mother. I don't mean to be negative about this experience, but I am not Pollyanna (I in fact despise people telling me to look for the positive). I am a realistic person and don't need to pretend that I am happy all the time. If I could go back, I would in a heart beat. But it's not possible. That part of my life is gone now. I am not through the grieving process, so please don't tell me to get over it.

Mr. Cellophane should have been my name...

Shopping, Eating, Drinking and Playing Aussie Style

Recently, we have been busy purchasing items that we had to sale before we moved here. Car #1? Check. A Nissan Pathfinder (Named Blue). Car #2? Check. A Mazda 3 (Named Steel). This weekend we continued the shop fest by purchasing all at the same time a washer, dryer, fridge, TV, microwave, vacuum, kettle, toaster, and DVD player. By bundling it all together, we were able to save a lot of money. Delivery set for July 20. Next up was a dining table. Done! Delivery set for June 20. We don't anticipate purchasing too much until after we move in. But in June they have the sales called "Stocktake" which is essentially similar to the end of the year sales back in the States. I am not sure why it is during this time of the year, but with it being so cold outside perhaps the only thing you can do is head inside and do some damage.

Speaking of cold, I know it was cold in Texas this past winter. Perhaps I am a bit more acclimated because of that but it does seem colder to me. No snow or ice in Melbourne, but it is bitter and chills you to the bone. This results in lots of hot drinks (coffee, tea, etc.) I noticed today that I have had more cappuccinos than I would have ever had back in Texas, and yet proudly enough I have not been to a Starbucks. Here, it is all about supporting the local cafe. Literally you can find little cafes everywhere you go. However, today the boys were thrilled to have a sandwich at Subway. They had been asking for it for weeks, so we finally gave in. Lucky for us there was a Sushi Sushi place next store, so we just grabbed their sandwiches and then grabbed our lunch. They were happy. We were happy.

The boys have been keeping busy playing Aussie Rules, or "Footy." They have managed to make it to two games so far, and have enrolled in Auskick. Ian is obsessed beyond means, but still loves his Aggie football too. He will be thrilled to find out that just when Aussie Rules is finishing, American football will be starting up.

Speaking of Ian, the all-American/Australian kid will turn 7 on Friday. It will be a bit different for him considering he won't be in the states to celebrate on July 4. The day will literally be all about him as he will not share the attention with 'Merica.

So, to sum up:
We shop.
We eat.
We drink coffee.
We shop some more.
We play footy.
We watch footy.
I poke my eyes out from having to listen about footy.
And then we go to bed.

Pretty much sums it up.

Dodge with a Blog Down Under: Kanga-What?

Ducks.
Cows.
Rabbits.
Really big rabbits.
Wait- what are those?

I have never, in my life been called a bad dog. I have great manners. I listen. I come. I sit. I stay. But on this particular day at the "farm" (OMG best place on earth, totes magotes) I thought I saw the biggest rabbits in my life. I chased and ran, and ran, and ran. So much in fact that I could no longer hear Paul or Suzanne call my name. When Suzanne came chasing me down later and said "bad dog" I was not sure what to do, so I just kept running the other direction. Imagine my surprise when said "rabbits" jumped over the very large fence that was intended to keep the cows out. WTH mate? What was it. I had to know.

That night, while the others slept I decided to google what Paul kept referring to as a "roo." I searched for "big rabbit" and "extra large bunny" but had no luck. So, then I tried to spell out what I thought he said...kangaROO. Google started working away and then the picture came up. That was it! This is what I saw. I could not believe my eyes and can't wait to go back to the farm to chase them some more.

Dodge out.

Random Crap You Probably Don't Care About

I have often times kept my thoughts to myself on specific subjects, especially on social media. I did this mainly because I worked for a state institution and understood that I represented something bigger. I also did this because I did not want to offend anyone. I may lose a few friends over what I say, but oh well. I am not up for discussions on anything below, just thought I would finally say what I think. For my close friends, none of this will surprise you because I would vocalize around you all.

1. GLBT issues. "Issue" is an interesting word as it seems to lead one to believe that something might be wrong. The truth in case is that I take no issue with the GLBT community, and in fact believe that everyone should be allowed to love who they want to and live their life in a way they want to. With so much hate in the world, so much violence, so many horrible things- why are we so focused on preventing love? Yes, I support equal marriage. Yes, I support adoptions or surrogates for any couple who has the love and the means to raise a family. Love is not a bad thing so stop treating it like it is. Providing love to another person, especially when so many go without it, cannot be a bad thing. I believe that everyone has the right to live their life in the way they need to and that no one should judge. I also believe that those who focus their energy on passing judgment and fighting about this should refocus on other "problems" in the world. Why do people waste their time worrying about how others are living their lives? Go volunteer at the food bank, or hunt down people who do horrible things to kids. Stop the hate.

2. Gun control. OMG I am a bad Texan I know. I get it. I should be able to carry a gun just in case someone walks on campus or in my office. I have the right to defend myself, right? Well- guess what? I believe in the law enforcement officers and the dedication they have to their jobs. I don't want to carry. And I don't want others carrying. How the hell am I supposed to know who is the good guys and who is the bad guys? Furthermore, why people claim they have the "right" to carry a gun I believe I have the right to send my children to school and not worry that some gun toting idiot will walk in to their school and start firing. I also don't believe you need a semi-automatic weapon for "hunting." I fully support the freedom we have in America and I appreciate those who fight for it. But I won't lie- as homesick as I am for Texas, at least I don't have to worry about mass shootings. Here the bad guys shoot the bad guys. But because of their strict gun laws, I don't have to worry about who is carrying and walking into my kids school. They had their last mass shooting in 1996. Google it. Enjoy. By the way- in a zombie apocalypse, I will carry a bow and arrow. Or use by boots to stomp their heads in. So, I really have nothing to worry about there.

3. Prancellor Sharp. I worked at Texas A&M for 13 years. I enjoyed my time most under Dr. Robert Gates. He was the type of leader I would follow off a cliff if need be. I didn't mind working for the other Presidents who followed. However- Sharp did things a bit different. I will not pretend to know all of the ins and outs of the politics, but I will let you know my perception.  I support the fact that the activity analysis was ordered; I believe looking for efficiencies is always a good thing. However, I believe the Chancellor's office should apply the same rules and take a good, long hard look in the mirror. My own two cents.

4. Texting and driving. Again- something you can't do in Australia. If you are caught texting or talking on the phone in your car you will be fined. It seems that many people think it is (once again) their right to text, talk, read the newspaper, do whatever they want while driving down the road. And once again, I think that people should feel safe on the roads. If you want to kill yourself, fine. Don't endanger the lives of those I love.

5. And while I am at it- the right to pull over and search without reason is not a bad thing. Why you ask? Because the drinking and driving laws are so strict here that you really cannot avoid the penalties. They set up random stops and can pull anyone over they want to and administer a breathalyzer. Many people would claim that this is a violation of rights, freedoms- whatever. If it keeps my family safe from stupid people, then I am ok with it.

Random crap, but things I think about now that I have the time.

May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor

After 24 days of being here, we have finally found a home (to rent). I had previously written about the difference in viewing homes here vs back at home. Now, to elaborate more on the actual application process. In College Station, we had rented a few apartments. The last two homes we owned, however. The process to rent here was more similar to the process to purchase there. We needed an application and points (IDs, etc.) which is very usual. We also included a letter from ourselves to explain that we had just relocated. We included one letter of reference for Dodger (thanks Emma and Tony!) Yes, you read that correctly. A letter of reference for the dog. It was between that and a doggie resume, and there are only so many ways you can state how awesome a dog is on a resume.

Once we submitted the application, we received a requests for email addresses of our former realtor and our former supervisors. This led to a request from the agent here to them for a reference letter. Our realtor/builder discussed the sale of our home, the condition it was in, and what (if any) damage Dodger had caused. In all honestly, Dodger is not the one I have ever worried about. The kids cause more damage that he would ever consider. Our supervisors received a request as a testimony to our character to ensure that we would make good, reliable tenants.

Yesterday, we were pleased to receive the "offer" of the home. We had a week to decide. We knew right away however that we wanted it. The location and price can't be beat in a city of this size. We can walk to the cafes where we can grab a coffee, we can meet the grandparents at the park or the football oval, and we can walk to four family members homes (making it easy to have a few drinks with dinner when invited over). We move in on July 20.

So, in this case the odds were in our favor.

The odds have also been in the favor of Ian this week who had a "transition" day at his school. He had a great day and really wanted to return for day 2. But considering he just finished first grade in the states, he needs a break. He will start term 3 on July 14. He will have six more months of grade 1. I am hoping he won't grow bored. He indicated that he made several friends which was quite apparent when we were walking out and many of the students were saying "bye Ian." Ian just said "bye" in his cool way and kept walking.

While Ian was at school, Evan went to the leisure center to attend a class. Too bad they told us the wrong time. He was really looking forward to the class (football, soccer, and basketball). I felt so horrible for him. He was fine however when he was able to have a swim and then later head to the library.

As far as the odds not being in our favor...let's talk about the tv. I can't figure out when things are on, even with the guide. It might say 11:30 am, but that could mean anytime it seems. Last night I was watching Jimmy Fallon which was to start at a particular time, but in actuality it was already on. They also have random times for the shows such as 11:02-12:20. And finally, a show will end, an advertisement will come on indicating what is coming on next, and then it will cut into another show. No sense at all I say.

In other news, I am homesick and really just want to sit down and have lunch with my work friends. That would make it seem like a normal day to me. It's odd to check my email and not have 50 million awaiting a response. No one calls, no one writes. It's quite different when you have spent so much time replying to emails and answering calls to having none of it. This probably sounds nice to some of those I use to work with. But my mind is numb from not being used.

Oddities and Things

To those who have traveled as part of the international immersion experiences, we always talk about getting out of your comfort zone and exploring other countries with an open mind. Normally, we spend time looking at both our own culture as well as the culture of the country we will be visiting to determined that might be considered "odd" or unusual.

For those of you familiar with the Nacirema exercise, you will remember that the culture that used "hogs hair" and moved it around their mouths in the great mouth ritual seemed like an odd culture and if I recall correctly, most of you responded with an "ewwww." You all were also quick to pass judgement when we used our student trip leaders in the Albatross simulation. How dare the men lead the way and sit on chairs while the women sat on the ground and fed the men. Who knew that in reality the Nacirema were the Americans using their toothbrushes everyday and the Albatross valued women above all else (they are the only ones pure enough to sit on the land, touch the food, and had to be led in the event that some tribe was out to get them...the men were after all expendable in that particular culture.)

So, let me reflect on the oddities that I have seen since arriving here. Granted, it is an English speaking country with seemingly similar culture aspects as us in the states. However, when viewed through my cultural lens I can tell you there are still a view things I find odd. 

1. Round abouts. I get what they are and I understand that they are supposed to help traffic flow, but whenever I approach one while I am driving I get sweaty palms. How will I know when to go, and what if I get STUCK? For those of you who travelled to Paris, you will recall the round about surround the Arc de Triomphe. We would watch the cars drive around and around and wonder why there were no accidents. I am not driving around those type of round abouts, but sure enough they seem that way regardless. 

2. Aussie Rules Football. Imagine my view. No helmets, no pads. Just men (who in all honesty look rather small and not too athletic) running around "hitting" a ball (I have no clue what you call this) and kicking, and tackling, and bleeding...I don't understand it and I have yet to find any passion for it. This Saturday the Sealey boys will begin their Aussie Rules lessons. Maybe they can teach me a thing or two. 

3. The word "ripper" was used this week to describe our new car. They did a "ripper" of a job on the dash (it has a small scratch as it was a executive car). I told the guy I would have to get use to that word. He told me in Oz it is a good thing. 

4. Tea and coffee are served every ten minutes. I am not complaining about this, but it is different. I am on board with this concept. 

5. House viewing. Seriously odd. We are looking for a rental currently. This past Saturday we drove to our first viewing. It was scheduled from 10:00-10:15 and everyone was invited. There were about 20 cars there and everyone proceeded through the very small home at the same time. Worse yet is the reality that you are competing with these people for the house. It has a certain Hunger Games feeling to it...as though you should stake your claim and fight to the death. More efficient for the realtors? Yes. But trampling through a house with 40 other strangers is odd. 

I could perhaps write a new Nacirema called Ailartsua for you all to use in class. Something certainly to consider. What simple things might you as students at Texas A&M be used to that these Aussies would find odd? Let me know. 

Dodge With A Blog Down Under: Rollin' With My Homies

Captain's Log 08062014

Today was a day of days in my life. Let me first start off by explaining that Rob is home. Praise be as I am now back to my usual number of walks per day. I think some have forgotten how important I am (I am looking at you Paul Sealey) and that I am the Captain of this mission. 

Normal day for me- I woke up. Explored the house. Did my business outside. The others left to go to the "pool" and the "gym"- but whatever. I am over that now. Because it is what followed that was so spectacular. 

After lunch, I was able to get into the large voyager that picked me up from that place a few weeks ago and brought me to the house I am calling home. But, it is where I sat that is so important. Little humans sat in the very back. Not me. I sat in the second row. YES. You read that right. This was followed by a spectacular ride in the vehicle, a great walk along a river filled with ducks and other odd birds, more walking, socializing with other dogs and a view sniffs along the way. It was overall a great experience. And then it got better. My pups in the homeland will understand me when I say that I was rollin' with my homies. I was able to PUT MY HEAD OUT THE WINDOW. Do you understand the words that I am typing? Hang my head out the window. Tongue out. Ears flapping in the wind. 

Best. Day. Ever. At least until tomorrow. 

Dodge out. 

Parlez-vous Texan?

This morning I had a very different experience at the gym. Many of you were interested in the experience I had last week at the gym. My lack of ability to make friends perhaps had you concerned.

This morning however was a bit different. While waiting to enter the studio, the instructor came around and took up our tickets for the class. She looked at me and said that she had not seen me before. And then...I spoke. She immediately asked me where I was from, to which the next girl came and sat down next to me and inquired the same thing. They asked what I was doing here and how long I anticipated staying. I let them know where I was living (Monty). One of the women inquired as to if I had children and if so, where they would be going to school. When I replied with "Monty South" she showed more excitement than I had seen out of any other Aussies. She too had gone to school there. This was followed by another women then proceeding to get involved in the conversation by asking me where I was from. Again, I replied "Texas"- she was shocked. She stated to me that she had just talked to her friend who is a teacher at Monty South who had indicated that she had been told she would have a new student from Texas joining her grade 1 class and that he evidently has "the cutest little accent." In fact, this particular teacher was in the gym at the same time.

This was far from the high school experience I had last week. And what made the experience even better was that as I walked into Body Pump I clearly knew where the equipment was located and had no problems getting set up. I was really pleased at the end of the class when the guy next to me told his girlfriend "well, at least we made the others in the class look good." Maybe I can blend in and look like an experienced local.

Yes if you ask nicely I will speak Texan for you. I might say "bless your heart" and might even ask "how y'all doin?" I did say "let me scoot this over" today but I have not said "I'm fixin to" in about 10 years (I think). But in the end, it's all just my way of engaging in conversation. Today, I am very appreciative to the women who were interested in who I was just by the fact that I was an unfamiliar face. That is true southern hospitality (I am farther south than I have ever been before).

Perhaps this old gal can make friends. Let's see what this week brings...

And for those of you who need a lesson in Texan- I can share a view things with you. I won't lie that before we moved over here that I asked Paul how I was to order a soda. We say "what kind of Coke do you have?" But for those of you who don't understand what I am asking here- I want to know what type of sodas you have. This could mean you reply with Coke, Diet Coke, Dr. Pepper, Diet Dr. Pepper, Sprite- but regardless I will order a Diet. Coke. Lesson of the day.

For more info on things Texans say visit:http://yestotexas.com/14-things-all-texans-have-said-at-least-once/

Thanks and Gig'Em!

Blame It On Texas

Students and staff at Texas A&M- this one is for you.

Each fall we had new students arrive on campus. We would find upperclassmen to help the students transition into the university. A mentor, an orientation counselor, a peer instructor...it occurred to me today that this idea could be beneficial to life in general.

Today I headed to Eltham Leisure Center to participate in a group fitness class (Body Pump for those of you who go to Gold's Gym). I sat there outside of the classroom wondering where the equipment in the room was (I would later find out it was hidden in closets). I asked one of the ladies sitting if she could let me know where it all was. Straight forward. She answered. Not really a conversation.

I walked into the class and got all of my equipment out and set up in the back of the classroom. I watched others in the class chat and talk about life; many of them knew one another and seemed to have play dates set up afterwards with their children. It was the first time I felt extremely lonely and homesick. I was sad that I had not a single familiar face or a friend. And then the realization hit me of the fact that I really don't have friends here outside of those I have through Paul (which are mostly the family and who have been helpful). I missed my friends back in Texas who would understand my lingo and understand my desire to chat like a proud Texan. The people in the class seemed to look at me oddly, as though we were back in high school and I was not at the cool kids table. My Adidas gear certainly fit in, but my Texas A&M sweatshirt did not. Regardless, when the music started I knew what would happen next because the Body Pump classes are standard across the world. So, at that point in time I had a bit of familiarity. It did not stop me however from considering the fact that what I was going through is very similar to what our university students go through each fall when they arrive as new fish on the campus. Scared, lonely, unfamiliar with the lingo and worried to say much for fear of offending someone. But then they get into their classes and clubs and start learning and hopefully meet one person who will help them along. Perhaps those who are still working at the university will take what I say into consideration and remember what a difference a friendly hello (or howdy) can make and just what one simple statement of "I can help you" means. I can personally tell the students and staff at Texas A&M that I would certainly appreciate a mentor, orientation counselor, DG leader, peer instructor, or tutor to help, but that is not how life works. I wonder if you all back at Texas A&M will feel bad for me and think about how I perhaps helped you find your way at some point. Don't. That is not why I wrote this. I can take care of myself and will figure things out. But I wanted to take time and reflect on this so that you all will know that I understand just how much the fish will fully appreciate your help and guidance when the fall semester comes around.

And by the way- after class I drove home. My arms and legs were sore but I was determined to do something to make me feel in control of my situation. One day, I intend to find a way to help others moving to this area become familiar with their surroundings.

Now- to those who will understand me when I say this:

Blame it on Texas.
Don't blame it on me.
I am what I am, and that's who I'm gonna be.
You can say what you want to say, about my insanity.
Blame it on Texas.
Don't blame it on me.
-Mark Chestnutt

Dodge With a Blog Down Under: Oh Where Has My Rob Gone

I whimper, I sigh, I wait.

Where has my Rob gone? New Zealand. Where is that and when does he come back?

I sleep.

I eat.

I poo.

I sleep some more.

I wait. For my Rob.

Come home Rob. I need you. My W-A-L-K-S have been lacking.

The Kookaburra laugh just doesn't make me smile when you are away.

The Lorikeets annoy me when you are not there to calm them while I do my business.

The treats are tasteless.

Food Provider and Baby Carrier come and go. Little humans jump on me.

I need my Rob.

Come home.

Dodge sadly out.

Old, But I'm Not That Old. Young, But I'm Not That Bold.

The transition over the last week has been an interesting one at least. As mentioned previously, we had set up bank accounts and phones first. We next had to take care of health insurance. This required completing a few forms, and then heading to the insurance office at the local mall. We handed the paperwork over along with copies of passports and birth certificates and just like that- we were covered.  It's a bit odd thinking that I have no job but have health insurance. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday consisted of normal weekend types of activities. Otherwise, I lose track of the days and have no idea what day of the week it actually is. We headed off to Healesville Sanctuary where we were able to get close to kangaroos and wallabies and enjoyed a relaxing day strolling through the sanctuary which certainly does not feel like a zoo.

By Monday morning it was time to get back to work on the next steps for us to getting settled. First, we headed to the closest leisure center (gym) to join. This was followed by a trip to the realtor to find out about a few of the local rentals. I am happy to report that we have an "inspection" set up for this Saturday for a rental property with a large yard that welcomes dogs.

Later on Monday we headed back to the gym where Paul got a workout in and I attended a group fitness class. The boys swam with their grandmother and in all, we came out refreshed and exhausted.

Transitions have required baby steps and in some ways resemble a check list of items to take care of each day. The changes make me feel old and young all of the same time. Like a kid that is not sure what to do next and then an adult who is proud of accomplishing something during the day.

I have also made several observations over the past few days. Americans are called arrogant, self centered, and loud. I hate to break this news to the world,  but I think you find arrogant, self centered, and loud people every where you go to some extent. Perhaps the Europeans are not loud, but every country does have proud citizens (perhaps leading others to believe they are arrogant and self-centered). The Aussies seem to be more like the Americans than the Europeans for the most part, outside of tea time. They are quite keen to purchase things made in Australia to support the locals and the economy here. It makes sense and reminds me of the "Made in America" campaign. They are very proud of their country and want to support it as much as they can.

I don't feel the need to quiet my voice here as I do in Europe. No one gives me dirty looks for speaking as we normally do in Texas (unless I shout out "howdy!")

In all, I would say that the Aussies are the more fun version of the British and maybe even the Americans (not as competitive as bigger is not always better). Not as stuck up (a perception of the British but probably not a reality), easy going, and happy to have the royals for the soul purpose of having the Queen's birthday off as a holiday. They seem to have a more youthful approach to life, enjoying it to the fullest and taking it easy.

Dodge with a Blog: Dodgy Crockett

Dodgy Crockett: King of the Wild Frontier. C'est moi.

You might think I am joking, but I kid you not. I have taken over Montmorency (I am in the inner circle now, so I just call it Monty). I walk, I mark. I walk some more, I mark some more. YES! It's been an interesting week have the family around again. Paul and Suzanne have been walking in the mornings looking at homes and I have taken the opportunity to mark every branch or tree, or mailbox for that matter along the way. I need the people of Oz to understand that I have arrived and I am a force to be reckoned with while I am out and about.

On Thursday, the family and I headed to a local park similar to Lick Creek. I was not allowed off the leash, but I enjoyed it regardless. I heard many new sounds and saw many new sites. I saw an ant. Let me just tell you, they say everything is bigger in Texas, but goodness...all I can say is "that is not an ant, THIS is an ant." It was the size of small human's pinky finger I would say. NO THANK YOU. I ran the other direction.

I did manage to ask the small humans what they think so far of life in Oz. Medium said "Good" and small said "Fun." Simple. I like that.

Now, as I sit in the living room while the rest of the family sleeps,  I can reflect on my time as Dodgy Crockett. I have so much more to explore and conquer. I look forward to really getting to know the lorikeets (rainbow colored birds; google them!) I intend to have a convo with the local Kookaburra to find out what is so damn funny. Clearly I am missing the joke there. And perhaps I will chase a bunny or two at the farm soon.

King of the Wild Frontier. That is me for sure.

Word of the Day: Ta. It means thank you.

Ta for reading my blog.

Dodge out.

Speak Texan To Me

A series of first only seems appropriate for this blog considering I had a series of lasts when we left Texas.

Today was a busy first day down under. It started with a very long walk through the neighborhood to locate Ian's new school. Imagine my surprise when I found out that the first bell in the morning rings at 9 am, not 7:50 as it did it CStat.

Upon return to the house and after a whole lot of ironing, Paul and I headed to the bank to set up a new account. To my former students- you would appreciate hearing me ask questions that may have seemed silly to the banker (although she was incredibly friendly) but I had to ask them to be sure I understood how things worked.

After the accounts were established we headed straight to get our new cell phone accounts established. My number is unusual...and it will take me awhile to remember it and learn how to dial (once again being naive to the ways things work down here.) The experience while setting up the new phone accounts was highlighted by the employee mimicking an American accent. It wasn't quite "sing to me in Texan" but it may have well been. It was so bad that I didn't even realize what he was attempting to do until he told me that was his best effort. So, I suppose this is what Paul went through over and over again while in Texas. I gave him an odd look. He also talked about how aggressive American women are...not the best way to win me as a customer. Next time I will wear my boots and give him a good kick in the shin. I can give into the stereotypes if he insists. And yes, I did bring my cowboy boots.

While grabbing a bite to eat (meat pie again) I actually said pardon in a French accent to a lady. Clearly I am confused by the lack of familiarity and for some reason thought I was in France again.

In all, this day brought a new sense of relief. I felt better about life (probably due to the 12 hours of sleep I had.) I felt welcomed by the Aussies for the most part. I was excited to explore the neighborhood and even felt like I might get used to driving here. I was able to watch some of the Spurs game and the boys were able to watch Sam and Cat. Little familiarities made the day more comfortable and appreciating the baby steps showed me that I can adjust.

For years I have taught students to get out of their comfort zones and explore the "flatness" that is the world...to search for the things that make us unique and yet make us different as well. Today was the first day that I have had that chance in a long time.

On a final note, I dreamt that I left Texas A&M College Station to relocate to TAMU Kingsville. I guess my mind is telling me that I have moved south. Of course, it's a bit further that I ever anticipated.

Dodge with a Blog: Like a Boomerang They Came Back

Captain's Log, star date 270514.

I can't. I just can't. I looked out the window and I saw something amazing. I wish I could explain the feeling I had, but I just can't.

What I saw was legend-wait for it cause I am not lactose intolerant- dary!!!!

Paul. AKA the Food Provider.

Suzanne. AKA the Baby Carrier.

Ian. AKA the Medium Human.

Evan. AKA the Little Human.

THEY ARRIVED.

I covered them in licks and I am not embarrassed to say that I cried. Maybe a lot.

I went on two walks with them. Showed them the neighborhood. Introduced them to the noisy magpies. And allowed them to pet me.

Life does not get much better.

Happy. Tail wag.

Dodge out.