Traditional Wedding Anniversary Gifts

1st – First – Paper
2nd – Second – Cotton
3rd – Third – Leather
4th – Fourth – Fruit/Flowers
5th – Fifth – Wood
6th – Sixth – Candy/Iron
7th – Seventh – Wool/Copper
8th – Eighth – Bronze/Pottery
9th – Ninth – Pottery/Willow
10th – Tenth – Tin/Aluminium
11th – Eleventh – Steel
12th – Twelfth – Silk/Linen
13th – Thirteenth – Lace
14th – Fourteenth – Ivory
15th – Fifteenth – Crystal
20th – Twentieth – China
25th – Twenty-Fifth – Silver
30th – Thirtieth – Pearl
35th – Thirty-Fifth – Coral
40th – Fortieth – Ruby
45th – Forty-Fifth – Sapphire
50th – Fiftieth – Gold
55th – Fifty-fifth – Emerald
60th – Sixtieth – Diamond

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Modern Wedding Gifts

First – Clocks
Second – China
Third – Crystal/Glass
Fourth – Appliances
Fifth – Silverware
Sixth – Candy/Iron
Seventh – Desk Sets
Eighth – Bronze/Pottery
Ninth – Linen/Lace
Tenth – Leather
Eleventh – Jewellery
Twelfth – Pearls
Thirteenth – Textiles/Furs
Fourteenth – Gold Jewellery
Fifteenth – Watches
Twentieth – Platinum
Twenty-Fifth – Silver
Thirtieth – Diamond
Thirty-Fifth – Jade
Fortieth – Ruby
Forty-Fifth – Sapphire
Fiftieth – Gold
Fifty-fifth – Emerald
Sixtieth – Diamond

I was looking at another blog, and this girl had found this funky Birthday calendar which tells you lots of facts about the time you were born and how old you are right now, exactly.

http://www.paulsadowski.com/birthday.asp

This is about me.
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You entered: 7/19/1972

Your date of conception was on or about 27 October 1971.

You were born on a Wednesday
under the astrological sign Cancer.
Your Life path number is 9.

The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2441517.5.
The golden number for 1972 is 16.
The epact number for 1972 is 14.
The year 1972 was a leap year.

As of 9/29/2005 8:44:54 PM CDT
You are 33 years old.
You are 398 months old.
You are 1,732 weeks old.
You are 12,125 days old.
You are 291,020 hours old.
You are 17,

461,244 minutes old.
You are 1,047,674,694 seconds old.

There are 293 days till your next birthday
on which your cake will have 34 candles on it.

Those 34 candles produce 34 BTU’s,
or 8,568 calories of heat (that’s only 8.5680 food Calories!) .
You can boil 3.89 US ounces of water with that many candles.

In 1972 there were approximately 3.7 million births in the US.
In 1972 the US population was approximately 203,302,031 people, 57.4 persons per square mile.
In 1972 in the US there were approximately 2,158,802 marriages (10.6%) and 708,000 divorces (3.5%)
In 1972 in the US there were approximately 1,921,000 deaths (9.5 per 1000)

Your birthstone is Ruby
The Mystical properties of Ruby

Ruby is said to open one’s heart to love.

Gosh, it has been ages since I blogged. The ‘flu hit me last week and I was really out of action for about 3 days. Now it is school holidays and my week has been busier than term time. The amount of play dates and meeting with friends increases 10 fold, so that I am pretty much never at home.

After the huge success of my Handbag party, I now have 15 deliveries to make tonight. I am loving my Tulip bag, and the boot caddy (which is velcroed to the carpet in the boot of the stationwagon, so that the bags and shopping don’t get tipped all over the place).

Now, I am at work, catching up on invoices and MYOB data. We are going to Sydney on Sunday for James and Sascha’s engagement party, staying overnight with Lisa and Graham and the boys in some motel near the party. Should be fun. James and Sash don’t know that we are coming, so it will be a surprise for them, and we will get to meet all of her family. Her mum is just so excited about this wedding, and I think she will need therapy afterwards to ease her down from the adrenaline rush she had from the months of preparation!

It is my mission for the day to work out how to imbed images in this text. Look out!

Today I went to the funeral of the truest Gentleman that I have known. His name was Herbert Standen, but we all called him Stan.

I first met Stan when I was given the job, as a fledging audiologist, to go to Calvary Hospital on a Saturday morning (ie, out of work hours so the single/non-mother aud was the most dispensible!!). His wife had just died, and he was in hospital for some illness, but he needed a hearing aid for the funeral. I set the aid up for him, while he sat there in an incredible amount of pain, both physically with his illness and emotionally because of the loss of his trully beloved wife, Pat. He cried and cried for her, and at the time I just didn’t know what else to do but to listen and then get the hell out of there.

A few weeks later he was on my list for a home visit. He was so glad to see me, and in his tiny government assisted flat he gave me Tim Tams and tea, and then he cried and cried over his beloved Pat. They had no children, only 3 still borns, and it still affected him that they had never been able to complete their family. They had emmigrated to Australia from Britain after WW2, she was an Irish Nurse and he a Lieutenant. After a few years they settled in Canberra and made it their home.

What struck me most about Stan was the way he spoke of Pat with such devotion and love. He truly loved her and missed her so deeply. He was overjoyed that I was about to be married, and I asked him to come to the church to see it. The photo of him and I at my wedding is one of his favourites and it is still in a frame in his house. I wonder what will happen to it now?

I shed a tear today at the funeral as I watched his coffin, draped in the Union Jack, dissappear into the depths of the crematorioum. His walking stick and hat, and a large photo of Him and Pat on their wedding day was all that remained. No family left, no-one to remember his birthday or to tell their grandchildren about him. He lived an amazing life and was an amazing man and now there is nothing.

I shall miss him, miss his little poems, miss his birthday cards to the kids, miss his “God Bless You” as you left him, and miss his funny laugh and sad cry.

God Bless You Stan. xxxxx

We just had a funny conversation. Holly asked me “Is this Earth?”. I said yes, and then she said “and up in the sky is called…..” and Meg yells out “Perth”.

Meggie’s rhyming skills are getting better all the time!

I love getting your comments. It is so cool to know that you are reading and sharing all this stuff that I am experiencing. Thanks for being such great pals – I know that you are always there for a natter and I cherish your friendships immensely.

xxxx

We want to go to Floriade this weekend to check out the flowers in bloom.

It is Canberra’s major attraction for Spring and this year has a great theme of Rock and Roll. All the flower dispays are based on the theme and the colours and smells will be divine.

I was just remembering back to last year when I went to see a clairvoyant while we were on holidays in Melbourne. It was the most horrifying experience of my life but that is another story. One thing she did say, which is what I was remembering, is that we would get a dog. At the time I was like “Yeah right, no way, I hate dogs!”. She went on the say that it was a zippy little thing and we would probably call it something like Zippy. How freaky is that we do now have a dog and his name is Dash.

I just hope that everything else she said is not coming true. More on that later!

Dash has been walking with us to preschool on the odd day and last week one of the Mum’s glared at me when her daughter got a bit scared by seeing him, even though Dash was about 5m away, tied to the pram out of the thoroughfare of the kids way. I walked home and thought to myself that this mother is going to cause me trouble. I talked about whether taking Dash to preschool was OK with a few other preschool people and they gave me the thumbs up assuring me that what I was dong was OK because he was not in anyones way, and becasue no-one else walks therefore has a chance to bring a dog with them. Today however, there was a note in everyones pocket sayig that there had been concerns raised about dogs in the playground and could families co-operate by not bringing them in.

I was so upset by the note for a few reasons. Firstly if that mother had an issue she could have talked to me about it first. Secondly, given that failing, the teacher should have taken me aside to discuss it rather than sending that note and embarrassing me (cause everyone knows that it refers to me) in front of all the parents. I am mortified about it, but also really angry at that mother for complaining (even though I expected it and know that she is cow!).

This just consolidates my feelings that this preschool group is not my scene, and that I guess it is true that you can’t expect to get on with or like everyone else in the world. I am just glad that they won’t be coming to school with Holly next year, so only a few more months of putting up with their snobbery!