Our Land of Flooding Plains

Once again, the Gymp has been inundated with cloud tears. The river swelled up and flooded the town and approximately 130 homes and businesses. After 4 days without electricity, we just got it back. How did people back in the old days survive?! Though it was quite a novelty showering like a hippie – lathering up with soap in the rain, then having a bucket of water tipped over you!

On Saturday, we headed to the local pub in the courtesy bus for the Australia Day festivities at about noon. When I was ready to go home, my jackaroo borrowed a ute to drop me 2kms home. In 6 or 7 hours the water had risen to a height which was unable to be passed in this ute. I then had to hang out at the pub until closing time – thinking we would have to stay at someone else’s place. Let me reiterate – I was stuck at a pub for 12 hours. 12 HOURS. Tyra Banks would’ve been scared of my fierce! Hehe. Anyway, luckily just before the pub closed, someone turned up in a cruiser, so we chugged our way through the flood waters. (I am not encouraging driving through flood waters. There was 10yrs of flood driving experience behind the wheel).

The waters have almost receded, and the clean ups have begun. The grass seems to be growing before our eyes! Which is good, as the horses are look very hungry! The dogs love the rain though, especially when they plant their muddy noses or paws on my clean work skirts. I’m sure I get some looks sometimes, with foot prints on my uniform, or lucerne in my hair.. Ah the trials of being a bumpkin. Wouldn’t change it though! ūüôā

I’m hoping to have some more interesting stories for you lot soon. This weekend I will be heading up to Middlemount, QLD, to muster on two different stations. It’s been postponed for a few weeks due to the rain, but finally we’re going! I’m so excited! Even bought a few new work shirts to go. How’s this?: I tell jackaroo that there’s some pretty work shirts at Saddleworld for sale – $40ea. (I know they are pricey, but they were so pretty for work shirts! :D). He looks at me with raised eyebrows.. “What? As if you’d pay $40 for a work shirt.” I slink away.. Feeling slightly chastised for being so easily conned by pretty colours.. The next day I go and have a look at St Vinnies and Red Cross. I pick up 2 work shirts for $12, barely worn! BarGOOOOON! I take my proud purchases back to show jackaroo. “Eww, you’re going to wear other people’s old shirts?”. Men, hey? *shrugs* ūüôā xx

Our Flooded Road
Not quite at the peak of the flood – somewhere under there lies our road.

Hostess with the mostess – JESS!

Ahh.. I love showtime. Is it the atmosphere? The dagwood¬†dogs (I had 5 over the 3 days LOL)? Or drinks with friends at the Cattleman’s Bar? Probably a combination of them all. I am the Show Hostess of the largest regional show in QLD, and it’s GREAT FUN! This was the third year I’ve worked in this role, and in a nutshell it means I take care of the sponsors and dignitaries to ensure that they come back next year! I have learnt many things as the hostess, such as how to sash a cow with style,¬†in STILETTOS!

This year I took my jackaroo’s¬†ute¬†in the ute¬†competition. For those of you who don’t know what a ‘ute’ is, it’s Aussie slang for ‘utility’, I think Americans call them trucks, or pickups? Anyhoosers, I won ‘Best Feral Ute’. The sash and trophy are proudly displayed in my house.¬†However, my¬†jackaroo didn’t find it so amusing! In the¬†machinery parade my¬†driving skills didn’t impress the committee much though, but the crowd sure liked it! Vroom.. Vroom.. Vroom.. Schreeeeeeeeeeeeechhhhhhhh…

By the end of the 3 days, after rocking amazing outfits and heels,¬†my feet were KILLING me! I could not wait to slip my jeans, boots and acubra on for the rodeo. Felt like walking on clouds. As much as I love dressing up, there’s nothing quite like¬†pulling on my wranglers and ariats.

All in all, it was another great show, and I’m looking forward to next year ūüôā

Say your goodbyes, crayfish!