Monday, 21 December 2009

'Land down under' (Part 1)

So...I have not blogged in what seems like forever. Sorry about that. I know that last time I published a post, that I vowed to post again from Australia. Turns out I was faaaar too busy and having too much to fun to find time to update.



So here it is, bits and bobs from my first oversea's trip to the Gold Coast.



Saturday Dec 5th



We left the Coast at 4.15am, on an airport shuttle. We had a cooked breakfast at Wellington airport, and boarded our Pacific Blue flight around 7.00am NZ time.



The flight was longer than I had thought it would be at 3 hours and 45 minutes. Luckily I had my ipod. Not so lucky that Brad didn't bring his, meaning I had to share one headphone with him. Also noted, not so lucky that we also have vastly different tastes in music and that through my un-headphoned ear I had to listen to him complain about my 'flight playlist'. Once we got in to Australian air-space ther was free T.V though, so I watched 'Everyday Italian' with Giada de Laurentis. It made me hungry.



Getting off of the plane was a shock. When we hit the joining-us-to-the-building-tunnel-thingy I felt the heat. Boy did I feel the heat. At that point I was unsure of how I would survive the 26 degree temperature, keeping in mind that it was only 9.45am in Australia. What the heck was midday going to bring?



We went through customs, and even though I am a good girl, I still found it scary. Chapelle Corby situation sprung to mind at the time. Until I was met at the customs desk by a typical Aussie 'Sheila'. She straight up made me laugh (in my head) and reminded me of what Kim from Kath & Kim will look like in her late fifties and Magda from 'There's somthing about Mary'



After that, we picked up the rental van and headed straight to the DFO. Ooooooh shopping. I was running round the outlet like a mad woman, when suddenly my shoe broke. It was so embarassing. I had to limp in to a shoe store, buy some sandles, and hurry on my way. We only had an hour there, so by the end I was literally runnnnnnning! I ended up buying a few tops, some sunglasses, a few belts and a black maxi dress...and of course the shoes.



We then drove from Brisbane to Broadbeach, which is just a few minutes from surfers.



We then stopped at Pacific Fare, to do some more shopping and pick up some groceries.



The place Brad's parents had rented for us to stay at was amazing! It had a pool. Need I say more?



We unloaded the car, got changed and headed straight for the cooling comfort of the water.

After a long day we cooked dinner at the house and all had a pretty early night. I was so excited to be on holiday. The weather was awesome, the house was awesome and we had lots more awesome stuff planned for the next nine days.




































Tune in tomorrow, for more adventure's from Kanga Counrty.




Saturday, 5 December 2009

'They don't know'

I am officially blogging to you from Australia! How exciting, I am overseas for the first time!



I will post about the flight and the trip so far after a few days.



I will be here for ten whole days. So for each day that I will be here, I thought I would let you in on a few secrets.



Here are ten quirks or useless bits of information you probably didn't know about me...



1) I suck my thumb when I sleep. I've been doing it since I was in the womb - seriously.



2) When I was 12 years old, up to when I was about 15, I would hum the entire tune of Christina Aguleira's 'Genie in a bottle' whilst I brushed my teeth.



3) I hate ants. I am so afraid of them.



4) I give the impression of being really organised. Those who know me well, know that this is merely an illusion.



5) I feel naked if I'm not wearing mascara.



6) I have forty-three pairs of shoes in my wardrobe



7) Although I'm not, what many people would call, 'religious', I feel closer to God at the beach, than I do anywhere else.



8) I have been exhibiting & selling my art works since the age of sixteen



9) Bad smells (such as cat food) or horrifically gory images make me dry retch.



10) When I fall in love with a song, I play it on repeat constantly until I get it out of my system a little bit. The longest ones so far are Salmonella Dub's 'Love your ways' at 3hours 17 minutes & Del Amitri's 'Tell her this' at 2 hours 45 minutes.




Tuesday, 1 December 2009

'Part of the list'

After the amazing *weekend i've had, I came home and had to update my list.



This is the list of musicians i've seen play live. Now alot of these acts were at Music festivals, so weren't by choice. Please don't be fooled into thinking I paid money to see Slipknot *shudder*.



NZ ACTS



Tadpole x3



Che Fu & The Krates x2

The Feelers x 4

Rubicon X2

Zed x3

Nesian Mystik x3

Carly Binding

Elemeno P

Shihad/Pacifier

Scribe

Blindspott x3

Steriogram x2

P-Money x3

Fast Crew

Dei Hamo x2

Misfits of Science

Savage

Goodnight Nurse x3

The Black Seeds

Concord Dawn

The D4

Deceptikonz
Evermore

Shapeshifter

DJ Sir-vere

Liam Finn

Neil Finn





INTERNATIONAL ACTS

UB40

Eskimo Joe

Tool
Muse

Violent Femmes

The Killers

Kasabian

My Chemical Romance

Lupe Fiasco
Jet

John Butler Trio x2

Beastie Boys

Chemical Brothers

System of a Down

The Donnas

The Streets x2

Freestylers

Slipknot

The Hives

Polyphonic Spree

Rise Against

Powderfinger

P!NK

Black Eyed Peas

48 May

Jameilia

Alien Ant Farm
Yellowcard

Good Charlotte

Taxi Ride

Silverchair

Chingy

*Ben Harper

*Pearl Jam



I am going to seriously work on this list over the next year.

Sunday, 29 November 2009

'Alive'

This weekend left me feeling so Alive. It has been far to long since...






a) ...I got out of town with friends

b) ...I visited Auckland

c) ...I experienced some live Music






With huge thanks to Mikayla for making this trip possible & to Brad & Janine also for making it such an entertaining trip.






The Concert: The best bits







  • When Ben Harper & the Relentless 7 played 'Shimmer & Shine' & 'Diamonds on the inside'. I cried. Just a little though.








  • Edde Vedder looking out for the 'lil guy' by asking the crowd to take three steps back to take pressure off those at the front. Edde Vedder singling out a bunch of 'tough guys' who failed to listen to the first statement and addressed them: "I know you guys play some pretty dangerous sports on this Field, but we don't need that tonight. You've got thirty thousand freakin' people behind you. I'm watching you, and so is that big security guy over there".








  • Neil Finn & Liam Finn joining Pearl Jam on stage to perform Chris Knox's 'Not given Lightly'. Especially when Neil told Liam to "Lead us in son". It was a cute Father-Son moment.








  • Edde Vedder performing a solo acoustic version of 'Just Breathe'. It was incredible. Again a little tear.








  • Listening as 30,000 people sang 'Better man' back to Pearl Jam.








  • The keyboard player wearing an All Blacks jersey.







The Concert: The low lights







  • Arriving to find that they had changed the start time, and realising that Ben Harper was halfway through his set. I cried on the inside and had that hot itchy feeling in my throat for about half an hour.








  • The insane scattering of the entire crowd on to the streets of Auckland.








  • The people who purposely gave us wrong directions and tried to make us walk back up the massive hill.








  • The  two hour wait for a taxi/train to become free







Other High points:


  • Great road trip music: Fly My Pretties, Kings of Leon, Pearl Jam & Ben Harper

  • The Ibis Ellerslie: Cheapo but at the same time above decent hotel rooms.

  • Wendy's & Dunkin' Donuts: Self-explanatory














Saturday, 28 November 2009

'All for Love'

For my twenty-first birthday my Mum made me a scrapbook. It was a collection of snapshots of my life thus far. I Love it! Here are a few pictures (dodgy lighting sorry) of a few of my favourite pages...















I think my favourite page, is the one pictured last, titled "Love is.."



It has a picture of Brad & I and a whole list of quotes on Love, from children. They are funny.



Here are some of the best ones:



"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday." - Noelle, age 7.



"Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Brad Pitt" - Chris, age 7.



"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." - Karen, age 7.



"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." - Rebecca, age 8.



"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other." - Karl, age 5.



"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs." - Chrissy, age 6.



"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." -  Terri, age 4



"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." - Danny, age 7



"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My mommy and Daddy are like that." - Emily, age 9



"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen." - Bobby, age 7







When I think about how far Brad & I have grown as a couple over the past four years, I get giddy. We started out as friends when we were seventeen, and over time that friendship grew in to something more.

We've been together since we left higschool, which is a difficult time to decide to start a new relationship. I mean,  we hardly new ourselves or who we wanted to be, let alone who we wanted to be with. So many people said it wouldn't last long - not that we were expecting it to. We have changed so much as individuals and as a couple over the years. I am so thankful for the love and support I am shown, and to be able to show it in return. The coming months will no doubt be difficult, but I am positive that with the love and support we have and give to each other will ensure we get through it. Brad, you are always on my mind, and forever in my heart. X











Thursday, 26 November 2009

'Brown Skin'

On Friday Brad came home from work with a very very sunburnt face and neck. I told him to take the sunblock to work with him on Monday. He did. He didn't put any on though.



Brad came home from work on Monday even more red. Again I reiterated the importance of sunscreen. I even let Baz Luhrmann tell him. Brad did not apply sunscreeen on Tuesday either as it was 'over-cast' apparently. Brad was smart enough to wear sunscreen on Wednesday however the damage is done. He is now browner than me. He is so so tanned. Seriously, he will be Bill Cosby brown by tomorrow.







The burn as of Monday night. Can you imagine what it's like now?


Tuesday, 24 November 2009

'Bad Reputation'



John Donne, once addressed Death, in Holy Sonnet X with the following line:



"Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men"



Today, as I marginally made the 3.40pm train I thought about the concepts of Fate & Chance. I thought about their effect on Human's as opposed to Death personified. I often ponder over situations such as this one, and question whether for one reason or another, be it a higher power or our own destiny, if all the deferments of the day can lead to us being in the right place at the right time.




I sat on the hot train today, thinking why on earth God, Chance or Fate thought it was best for me to make the 3.40pm train instead of the 4.00pm. I was thrust deeper into thought as twenty roudy private school kids got on my carriage. Just my luck. They were so noisey. Two girls from St Mary's College caught my attention. In retrospect i'm not too sure if they were as loud as they seemed, or if it was merely the content of their conversation that commanded my attention.




I wont go in to as much graphic detail as this one girl did, but their conversation was of an explicit nature. This young woman, sat two seats in front of me, and at the top of her voice, discussed her sexual history, subsequent information about the anatomy of her partners', and here's the kicker - her plans for the weekend to meet up with an 18 year old boy, she met on the internet...




..I screamed inside. Alarm bells were ringing loud and clear. I was so angry and upset. What made it worse, was that I could tell that for the most of it she was lying to impress her friend. She was 15 years old, and somehow felt compelled to lie about such things so that her younger friend would look up to her and be impressed.






I wanted to ask them to keep it down, but feared that if I said anything I would blurt out what I really wanted to say.



A few stops later the younger girl got off the train and two boys got on. I then sat uncomfortably for four more stops, as this girl verbally threw herslef at these young boys. I couldn't believe how foward she was being. To call the things that she was saying 'suggestive', would be a huge understatement.



The last boy got off at Paekakariki. I really wanted to approach her. I asked myself if I was doing the right thing.

Was this any of my business? Not really.


Was this Fate, Chance or by divine Intervention? Perhaps.

I then got all dramatic on it. What if she met this boy she met on the internet and he hurt her or did something horrible to her? I would never forgive myself. I then asked myself, "what do I have to lose?" At the very worst she could tell me to mind my own business. I thought about the little girls in my life, and asked myself if fifteen years down the track, whether I would want someone in the same position as me to say something. Then I thought, who is giving this girl some perspective? Certainly not her friends. I mean teachers and councillors told us these things when we were younger, but no one listened then - I doubt as if that's changed in only four years. It is highley unlikely that this girls Mother knew what she was up to - she looked as if she was only missing a halo and wings.






I waited until the train was going at a higher speed, so that the noise would drown out our conversation to other passengers. I moved to the seat behind her, and tapped her on the shoulder.



I asked if I could talk to her for a second. I talked. She listened. She nodded. She shed a tear. She held my hand & thanked me.



I gave her my email address, incase she wanted to talk any further at a later date, then we left the train and parted ways. I may never see her again, or even hear from her, but I am positive that I did the right thing and am glad that I did.




After I introduced myself, this is what I said to her - in short:







It's okay, i'm not going to point and judge. Everyone has been here. My intention is to help.




Every one makes mistakes in life, especially in their youth. The important thing is to recognise when you're taking things too far, and make a change.



Don't meet strangers from the internet. But you are probably are going to anyway, so...go somewhere very public, during the day, and always take a friend. Never get in a car with them or go to their house. And let someone else know where you are - always.




You don't have to encourage sexual energy in teenage boy's - they're already there. Teenage boys are a small scrub fire, burning steadily. Your actions, are petrol to that fire. At some point things are going to get out of control, and could be too difficult to stop.





It may be fun now, but at some point you're going to want someone to like you for who you are, not for what you can do for them. And you're making it hard for yourself, because by the time you get there, you may only be known as 'that' girl.




Think about what type of girl you are and the type of girl you want to be, and be known as. Are you being true to yourself?




Enjoy what is left of your childhood, in five years you will look back and wish you had held on to fragments of your innocence for as long as possible. I promise.







You are a beautiful young woman, never accept anything less than you deserve, especially when it comes to your dignity, reputation and above all Love.








Sunday, 22 November 2009

'Santa Claus is coming to town'

I love Christmas. There is not one thing I do not like about the festive season. However, the last three years Christmas has been on steroids in my world. It is straight up out of control. Most people have to split themselves between just two sides of the family - not us. You see I technically have my Mum's side of the family, my Dad's side and now alos my Step-father's family too. Then there is Brad's family which has two helpings of family sides too. Yup, that's five sets of people.



Last year this is how our Christmas went:



6.30am    Wake up & Shower

6.45am    Start preparing breakfast for 8 people in my 3m x 2m kitchen-ette.

9.00am    Guests arrive

9.30am    Eating: round one. Freshly baked croissant, bacon, eggs, mushrooms, tomato's sausages, hashbrowns, pancakes, french toast fruit cups, orange juice..COFFEE

10.00am   Clean up time for me

10.15am   Present opening time: round one

10.45am   Guests leave for next destination

10.46am   Brad & I do an outfit change

11.00am   Brad & I leave for his parents house

11.15am   Collect Grandma & Nana & head to Brad's Father's Sister's house

12.00n      Arrive at Aunt's house. Eating: round 1.5 (nibbles)

12.30pm   Present time: round two

1.00pm     Eating: round two, main meal

1.45pm     Eating Interval & Coffee break

2.15pm     Eating: round three (dessert)

2.45pm     Female? Clean up kitchen. Male? Fall asleep on couch

3.15pm     Leave Aunt's house for Brad's parents house

4.00pm     Arrive at Brad's parents.

4.10pm     Present time: round three

4.30pm     Leave Brad's parents house to check in with folks at my Mum's house.

6.30pm     Eating: round four

7.30pm     Leave my parents for our house.

7.40pm    Arrive home.

7.41pm    Get in to PJ's

7.45pm    Watch DVD in bed

9.45pm     ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ



This is perhaps how this year will go:



8.00am     Wakeup, shower, get dressed.

8.30am     Go to Brad's parents house for round one of eating & presents.

11.00am   Leave for my Mum's place.

11.15am   Cook for nine people.

12.30pm   Presents round two. Eating: round 1.5 (nibbles & vino)

2.00pm     Eating: round three (mainmeal)

2.45pm     Female? Clean up kitchen. Male? Fall asleep on couch

3.15pm     Eating: round four (dessert)

4.00pm     Leave Mum's for Brad's paretns house to check in with them. Possible eating round five.

7.00pm     Home again, home again, jigity-jig.



I guess that's why they call it the silly season. We can't wait until we have a big house and babies so we have a decent excuse to say "Everyone come to our's this year?



Here are some of my inspirations for table decorating this year...











'Dance the night away'


Friday night was the night of the Warehouse Stationery Annual Conference. I havn't been in years, or at all, with my current team. I was looking foward to it - alot.







At Conference there are always awards for Store..., Manager..., Assistant Store Manager..., Values Team Member...of the Year. And usually there is also a poster competition. I heart the poster competition. It's always so secret squirell between the stores as to who is doing what...I love it!







This year my store kind of let the ball roll on the poster front due to stocktake. So with one week until Conference I volunteered my creative goods and unbeknown to him, also Brad's photoshop skills.



We had previously discussed ideas with the team, so I had a rough idea of what we were going to do. The Conference theme was 'Dress to impress: Black & White'. As we have many film buffs in our store we decided to go with our version of the Godfather movie poster, except...bigger, with lots more people and in black and white. We also decided we would wear roses on the night to tie in with our poster, except we would theme in with white instead of red.










The original







We had crap photo's to work with but thanks to Brad's inner-geek, we managed to put everyone in a tux or frock, stencil effect them and lay them up on a HUGE poster.

















Our Poster









Wellington store (that's us) won the poster competition! The prize is a lunch shout.



Team = Stoked. Me = Stoked! Brad? Not so much. He's a bit gutted he wont be there for the feast.





Anyway...poster aside we had a great ngith out, filled with food, wine and lots of dancing. Not to mention great company (in most instances anyway).








Peak's of the night:





Seeing Chrissy & the Coastlands store take out two of the major prizes





 Winning the poster comp





Passionfruit cheescake





Relaxing with my team & seeing how good everyone scrubbed up!





Dance circle madness








Pit's of the night:





Getting ready in 30mins, in the staff bathroom, after being at work from 7am. Not the coolest.





Witnessing unsavoury dance moves/violation of ceiling columns.





 Both Brad & I getting hit on by Males & Females respectively (no offence, just not that way inclined...obviously?)





The decorations. Probs could have done better myself.





The DJ. I mean, we made the most of what we had but really? Billie Jean & most tracks by the Bee Gee's are generally dance floor clearer's by today's standards.















'Bring me your cup'


A few posts ago I spoke of my 'Love-in-a-cup'. Just thought i'd give you a glimpse of what I was talking about.











Before: Banana, frozen mixed berries, apricot yoghurt, honey & a dash of milk.


















After: Nom-nom-nom













This smoothie was so good that it totally slipped my mind to take a pretty presentation pic for the blog. And I don't even feel bad about it - that's how good it was.


Monday, 16 November 2009

'My Humps'








This will be a big post, and at times you will think that it is irrelevant to you, you've heard it all before and it may be boring. But if you are a Woman, or have a Mother, Daughter, Sister or Female partner you need to read this post thoroughly. It could save your life or the life of a Woman you know.



Last month was October, just in case you didn't realise. October is Breast Cancer Awareness month. I had intended on writing a post to outline the importance of self examination for all women over the age of 20 years old. For some reason or rather I didn't write that post.



A little over two weeks ago we found out that my beautiful, brave Mum has been diagnosed with stage one lobular Breast cancer. The news came as a shock. It may be a shock to you as you read this. In short, after some invasive treatment my Mum will make it through, thanks only to her vigilant self examination. I feel it is very important that you know that my mum is 46 years old (sorry Mum you're real age had to be told) & has regular mammograms. In fact four years ago her mammogram indicated a slight shading which was eventually (and incorrectly) ruled out as being a cyst. A few weeks ago, my Mum noticed an irregularity in skin texture during self examination. That dimple is so small that an expert breast surgeon had to have it pointed out to him. This lump did not show up on a mammogram, it had to be visuallyidentified by an ultrasound and then a biopsy was done. Luckily she would not rest until it had been investigated thoroughly. This has point blank saved her life.



WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW:



BreastScreen Aotearoa,  provides free breast screening mammograms to women, with no breast cancer symptoms for unsuspected cancers, between 45 and 69 years of age every two years. If you are in this age group and have not had or do not get a regular a mammogram - Go and book one now on 0800 270 200.



By examining your breasts, you get to know how your breasts look and feel. Early detection is paramount. The NZBCF recommends women do breast self checks from 20 years of age. By starting a process so early on in life, makes women more aware of any changes that could indicate breast cancer later in life.



If you have a history of Breast cancer in your family, it is a good idea to talk to your doctor about this on your next visit.





HOW TO EXAMINE YOURSELF?



In front of a mirror - check for changes:





a. Place your hands at your sides and look for any changes.



b. Place your hands on your hips and then press your shoulders and elbows forward. Look for changes.



c. Raise your arms and clasp your hands above your head. Look again for changes.



In the shower or bath:





With the fingertips of your three middle fingers, use soap to glide over each breast. The way you do this does not matter. The main thing is to cover all your breast tissue from just under your collarbone to under your breast, and from your mid-chest to your ribs at the side of your chest.



Also, with each arm by your side, press your fingers firmly up into each armpit. Breast checks may make some women feel very anxious, while others will feel reassured; so they are a personal choice but I cannot stress how important they are.



Breast changes to see your family doctor about:



• A new lump or thickening, especially if it is only in one breast

• A change in breast shape or size

• A change in the skin of the breast such as: a puckering or dimpling, reddening or a rash

• Any change in a nipple, such as: a turned-in nipple, a discharge that occurs without squeezing, a crusting, ulcer, or redness



Remember you are looking and feeling for any new or unusual changes.



Nine out of ten breast lumps aren't cancerous but any changes that you identify in your breasts need to be investigated by a doctor, and if in doubt, get a second opinion.

 

Refer to website http://www.nzbcf.org.nz/ for further information.

 




My beautiful Mum.


'Call me'

On Sunday, I signed myself up to a Vodafone plan. I figured that spending $60 a month on pre-pay services, was a waste of time, and that I may aswell get more bang for my buck. Also I desperatley needed a new phone - fo rizzle. My old one, was a hand-me-down from Brad, following an incident last summer on Mahia Beach. Just to follow Billy Conelley's lead here, we'll digress for a moment...



Sooooo I was on holiday at Mahia Beach having the time of my life, eating ice cream for breakfast, swimming with dolphins and fishing and what-not, when I decided to treat my cellular communications device for a swim in the beautiful ocean. Turns out it didn't like it much, as it stopped talking to me. I havn't heard from it since.



Annnyway, so my old phone had seen better days, and it also was having issues talking to me, every so often. So I signed up to a plan and got a new phone. Win, win. I chose the Nokia 6300, because it was on special, it doesn't look or feel like a child's toy and it is easy to use..apparently.



Here's my new phone....






*Ooooh shiny.



I'm not quite used to my new phone yet as it is considerably lighter than all of my previous phones. Perhaps that's why today, in Porirua with the L.W.L this happened...



My phone rings. I rustle through my handbag/portable jungle to find aforementioned cellular device. I pull out my phone, and just before answering it I do a double take. Erica (a.k.a #1) interjects at this point "Bro I don't think that's your phone." I had accidentally thrown my cordless home phone into my handbag. What a dick. I then had to withstand 5 full minutes of complete mockery and embarassment as #1 & #3 wet themselves with laughter. As we walked to through the car park to Harvey Norman, with Erica & M.K. still catching their breath, Mk says between gasps "ohhhhh that's definatley blog material."



So there you have it. My shame is immortalised, forever on the web. Happy M.K?



What do you think? Can I blame this on my new phone or does my intelligence have to take the hit?











'Holiday'

It is officially 18 days, 13 hours, and roughly 50 minutes to I leave the country for the first time. I am so excited. Just in case you don't know, I am lucky enough to be going the the Gold Coast with Brad's family. It is going to be so nice to finally leave the island & just relax, and shop, and to do holiday things!

Brad is excited too, but he is a little weary about money. You see, when Brad is on holiday he will buy anything he wants, pay for meals, where ever we want to go becuase "Why not? We're on holiday." That saying pretty much justifies any expense in Brad's eye's and he knows it. At least this time he is aware of it before we leave.



Check out the pool area, at the place where we are staying...








...who wouldn't be excited about that?



One thing i'm not so excited about is the 4.15am shuttle pick up. Maybe I can use Brad's theory to buy an expensive coffee at the airport?

Sunday, 15 November 2009

'7 things'

Today, whilst on my walk, Miley Cyrus came on my ipod playlist. It got me thinking, what are seven things "that I hate the most?"





1. The sound of ice cubes clinking in a glass. The clinking highlights awkward silences.



2. Overcooked broccoli. It smells like old people.



3. How sunglasses get fogged up when it's warm - which  is pretty much the only time you actually wear sunglasses.



4. Dishcloths. Ew.



5. Muffin cases that you have to grease. Serisously, what is even the point?



6. Jeans and sport shoes a.k.a "Snean's". If Jerry Seinfeld couldn't make them cool, you certainly can't.



7. Losing just one earring. Of course i'd prefer not to lose either, but I hate having that one just sitting there.

If it had a voice, it would say "Muahahahaha you can't wear me, cause you were stupid enough to lose my mate."






And in true Miley fashion the seven things I thought of that I like?






1. I love how alive I feel when I am walking on the beach and the wind is blowing against me. It's a rush.



2. Smoothies. What else is there to say? Love in a cup.



3. The mailbox. I've been a bit of a freak lately when it comes to Vistaprint and buying beauty products and old out of print books online. Also I have been registering for a lot of free samples from food and cosmetic companies. Going to the mailbox is pretty much present pick-up time.



4. When something turns out better than you had hoped. For instance the photoshop-age I asked Brad to help me with (*COUGH* do for me) for my work conference banner.



5. Glee. Totally hooked. It is a musical T.V show, with a Chris Klein look-alike. Get amongst it people!



6. My Pandora bracelet. I love the constant reminder of great events and milestone's in my life. Even though I failed to invest in some fixed beads, resulting in me losing my Dolphin bead, which was to remind me of my au-natural-in the-wild-under-a-full moon swim with Moko last New Years, I still love it.



7. Jif. I love this cream cleanser. It is one product that will pretty much clean anything and everything.


Friday, 13 November 2009

'Everybody hurts'








The past two weeks are a blur in my mind. I feel as if I have been living inside of a snowglobe, and someone has now picked it up and shaken it. All I can do is watch the snowflakes fall, and wait for them to settle before wading through the mess left in the wake of this snowstorm.



In light of recent events, I think I have identified a defining gage of friendship and love. Some people, can look from the outside of the snowglobe inwards, and in a detached manner, tell me what I should feel or what I should do. Then there are the others. The others, are on the inside of the snowglobe helping me through the mess, and watching my step for me, when they know my vision is blurred. Those who are on the outside tell me how I should react. Those on the inside know that I could only react in one way, so they hold my hand, give me a hug or even just a smile, and I know they'll always be there whenever I need them.





I am an emotional person at the best of times, and when life throws a curve ball my way, usually I give in to the beauty of the disaster and let myself really feel, grieve and heal, in the only way I know how. Many people don't understand why I allow myself to feel such a bulk amount of hurt or why I let certain things bother me. If you're reading this, and you are one of these people, what can I say? I give in to the pitts and the peaks of life. Is it that much of a paradox? I could not experience the greatest high points life has to offer, if I don't feel the lowest of low's too.



In my times of need I throw myself in to my comforts, painting, losing myself in music, beach walks, writing and pouring over old photographs. Not this time. My body wont let me feel the extent of my emotional injuries.



Why?



Maybe it is due to the fact that life has been so busy lately, the absence of dearly missed friends or exams. I guess because my mind knows that everything will be alright and I feel guilty by letting myself feel sad.



Is that to say that I can't let myself feel that emotion? The reality of this is that it is sad and I am sad. Although I am not sad through grief or loss, or even for fear of the unknown - I just am. Do others think that by allowing all which I feel brewing, from that ever present knot in my stomach, to come up I am showing weakness? Of course I can see that there is a time and a place for such emotion, but I cannot help it. Isn't that the definition of  true emotion? Perhaps those on the outside looking in are detached, and know it? I have to accept that their comments are perhaps merely an indication of their own fears or sadness.



Either way, I need to release those feelings and I am hopeful, I am positive and I am brave, but everybody hurts sometimes. Everybody.

Sunday, 8 November 2009

'Bad'








I was updating my sidebar this evening, and the 'what's for dinner?' section, prompted me to write this post. No, 'Venetian Panino' are not 'bad' but instead bad FOR you. These sanwhiches are world famous, thanks to Harry's bar in Venice. It is pretty much a heart attack causing sandwich, however, if you only have them once in a blue moon, and you walk it off - I don't see why you can't enjoy these delicious beauties. Here is the recipe, which I adapted to my own tastes from the Giada De Laurentiis version.



Ingredients



1 cup of grated cheese (I use Edam)

2 tablespoons butter, at room temperature

2 tablespoons Dijon mustard

1 garlic clove, chopped

12 slices of shaved ham

12 slices wheat or sourdough bread, crusts removed

Olive oil





Directions

Into a food processor, add the cheese, butter, mustard, and garlic. Blend until the mixture is thick, smooth and spreadable. If you do not have a food processor, place the ingredients in a heavy bowl and use an electric beater instead.



Spread the cheese mixture over 1 side of each bread slice. Arrange the ham slices over the cheese mixture on 6 of the bread slices. Top sandwiches with the remaining bread slices, cheese mixture side down, pressing gently to adhere. Cut the sandwiches into oblongs.



Heat 3 tablespoons of oil in a heavy skillet over medium-low heat. Cook half of the sandwiches until golden brown and heated through, about 4 minutes per side. Transfer to a serving platter and tent with foil to keep them warm. Repeat with remaining 3 tablespoons of oil and sandwiches. Serve immediately.


Wednesday, 4 November 2009

'Sitting, waiting, wishing'

A small posse, and majority of the members of the L.W.L have a planned outting for this Saturday. We will be in attendance at the Pauatahanui School's, annual lamb and calf day gala.



Last weekend, as you may well know, I attended another school fair, and to say the least, the fundamental basics of what a 'school gala' should be were not executed to an acceptable standard. I am seriously wishing, that this weekend, my expectations are met.



After the week that i've had, I need the cocnut ice - and if there isn't any on offer at the school gala, I hearby declare, and fore warn that I cannot, and will not be held responsible for my actions. I am still craving. I'm just putting it out there...










...Don't say you weren't warned.

Monday, 2 November 2009

'Calling all angels'








On Saturday night, just after dark, there was a knock at my door. This is a fairly unusual happening, as we live down a private road, and then down a seperate, even longer driveway.



Who is this? Then I saw a torch light, and then remembered that a small portion of the rest of the world celebrate Halloween. Pairing my long driveway, with the notion that I do not really celebrate halloween, I had no treats to offer. "Oh no they're going to be mad that I don't have treats, and will probably egg, or toilet roll my house", I thought as I made my way to the door.



I opened my sliding door, to two very cute little angels, looking hopeful, and ever so sweet. "Trick-or-treat", they said excitedly. "Ohhh sorry I don't have any treats" I said. The dissappointment on their faces struck me down. Looking around quickly before they backed away, I spotted my packet of  'Electro' chewing gum. "Wait.." I called out, "I do have some gum!". As soon as the words left my mouth I felt lame.

Still, I ripped open the packets, and placed a few shiny wrapped sticks, in to their goodie bags. They said thankyou, and gave me big grins, as they ran over to where their Mum was waiting. I still felt lame as I closed the door, but also considered that gum was far superior to the packets of raisins I saw in their bags. Then the wee angels made me feel alot better. As I heard their running footsteps, down the driveway, they excitedly yelled out ,"Muuum, we got gum!"

Sunday, 1 November 2009

'Times, they are a-changing'

















On Friday, my Dad arrived, by suprise, after being down south for months. It's lovely to see him. Unfortunatley for us, my little sister Kelsey, has moved in to Wellington, so we couldn't all hang out, like we would have liked to. So, on Sunday, we went into town to spend some time with Kels. It was an awesome day, the sun was shining. Before we left, I jumped on to Wotzon  to see what was going on around the city that day. I found that Worser Bay Primary School, were having a school fair -Score! So we picked up Kelsey, and headed straight there.




We pretty much all agreed that we were only going for the food. I wanted fudge (mainly just coconut ice), Kelsey wanted a toffee apple and Brad wanted a sausage sizzle. We wound round the road, up the hill, and found a park.



As soon as we entered in through the school gate I realised that this was not the sort of school fair I was used to. For starters, the school was built like a fortress, perched on top of this hill, in Mirimar, overlooking the sea. The view was lovely - that's where it ends though. Everywhere you went, you not only had to combat the crowds of free running children, but also, steps, level changes and winding walkways. I knew then that finding our yum-yum's of choice would be hard.



Brad found a sausgae sizzle an hour into the fair - they had ran out of bread. Oh but you could have a hot sausage & sauce on your bare hand if you wished. No thanks. Brad got his sulk on.



Kelsey and I searched the food stalls and the cafe, no sign of toffee apples or fudge. We tried the craft's room, as a last resort.



What did we find? Candyfloss, popcorn, toffee, rockyroad, gingerbread - no toffee apples, no fudge. We asked the lady if they had just perhaps sold out. "No we decided not to have them this year, and try something different" she told us.



I pulled Kelsey away, before she gave the woman an educatoin, on being a "treats stall holder".

We hung our heads, and decided to leave the entire fair. On our way out we saw two things that truly baffled us all. A Barista serving espresso goodies and a 'Beer Tasting' stall.



We wondered if these things were what the anti-candy woman were reffering to when she said "different". What good is a school fair without a sausage sizzle, fudge and toffee apples? What is even the point?

Someone should notify the authorities. Who does this school think they are, providing beer over candy?



As we walked to the car, Kelsey and I realised just how old we are, as we discussed our seething rage and dissapointment, every sentence started with "When I was a girl..."



Oh my, are we that old, or is it just that the Time's They Are A-Changing?






Wednesday, 28 October 2009

'Diamonds are a girls best friend'

Erica & Aaliah dropped by today, with LARGE takeaway cups of Mochachino. We had a big catch up, as it has been ages, since we have been able to sit down and talk properly.Well, okay it's only been a week, but a lot has been going on - and it felt like forever.



During her visit, my Mum and Step dad also dropped in for a quick catch up. Suddenly my little lounge was full of people, and it was lovely. It was also lovely to see my Mum gush over little Aaliah, I could tell she was reminiscing, just by watching her.



After our general catch up, mini-photo shoot, and photo swapping session, Erica decided she would go up to the mall and get them printed off, and buy a photo album, to avoid falling into only having a computer based photo collection. I asked to come along. So she changed, fed & burped the wee one and off we set.



While the photos were being printed, we found a closer park, and headed in to the main mall, to paper plus, in search of a photo album. As we walked past the shops, I felt so tempted by the shoe shops, fashion outlets and book sale. I could tell Erica was tempted too, we bravely kept on walking.



"What is going on at Michael Hill's?" Erica asked.

"Ohh! It's there once a year massive sale!" I replied, so excited I was almost shouting.



Erica looked at me, and I could tell by the look in her eye that we would be going in and we would probably buying.



We rushed over to the store, which was mysteriously shrouded in black fabric, to further entice you inside to see such wondrous discounts.



In we went. All i remember from that point on was a flurry of "ooooh look at that!", "oooh I want this", "that is soooo you" and "half price? I'd be stupid NOT to get it".



What can I say? We are pathetic consumers. We are the epitome of the perfect customer. We are drawn to sparkly, shiny objects (just like like magpies), easily talked in to it and not afraid to use lay-buy or hire purchase. *Sigh.



Anyway neither of us are made of money at the moment, so we assured each other that if we were to get anything, it would have to be an extremely good deal, and very very cheap.



Erica spotted some gold earrings for $49. I spotted some white gold and diamond studs for $99. The shop assistant removed them from the case for closer inspection. Erica was sure she would buy hers, and i would have to lay-buy mine. We figured we deserved it, and i knew over time, through lay buy I could afford them (courtesy of time-and-a-half for working labour day).



Then Erica and I decided we would try on some rings - just for fun. And this is where we made a big mistake..we got separated in the store. Next thing you know, I'm over at the expensive display of earrings, and Erica is at the cash register.



I quickly snapped myself out of the shopping hypnosis and told the assistant I would only be lay-buying the cheap pair. Case closed.

Unfortunately, my revelation had come to late for Erica. I glanced over at her and she caught my eye. She was holding a BIG Michael Hill shopping bag.



"What did you do Erica?" I asked across the store.



"I got the ring" she replied, with a massive smile spreading across her face.



Erica, quickly retorted with a "Don't you judge me girlfriend, I can see you over there at the expensive case" look.



We left the store satisfied, and feeling slightly guilty. This did not last long. As we drove home we realised that we had not considered the most difficult component of all. How would we explain this to our men? We quickly calculated in our head, the amount of beer, that each of our men drink. With Erica being pregnant, and myself unable to drink much due to my health/personal choice, over the past nine months we figured we are all about even.






Monday, 26 October 2009

'High school never ends'

One Sunday, Brad & I went to visit his Grandma and his Nana.



Nana, being the social butterfly that she is, was out and about. We would have to schedule a tiem to see her the next weekend.



Grandma is now living in a retirment village, she was home and we took her out for lunch. On returning from lunch, to drop Grandma off, I giggled to myself, to think about my awesome-foursome of ladies all residing at the same retirment village one day in the distant future.



I thought about how neat that would be.



 I thought about how nice it must be to be an elderly person in a retirement village, to have alot of company around.



Grandma and I discussed this, and though she mostly agreed, she pointed out that she wishes that the group of people who played cards in the sun room would let her join in.



I said "surely if you ask to play they'd love to have you?"



"I don't think so" she told me, before announcing, "once people get old, they become clique-ier than ever!"



Fantastic. That's something to look foward to then. And I thought high school was bad enough?



Fingers crossed I do have my awesome-foursome together, as I can't bear the thought of going through all of that again!







Erica, Myslef, Tessa & Mikayla. Coastal Villa's Movie Night, Year 2059


Sunday, 25 October 2009

'In hiding'

Following the temporary meltdown that blogger had on Firday night, I jumped straight on the the computer, went through all my past blogs, saved them, printed them & filed them. I know, I havn't been blogging long, but the past few months have marked some important moments in my life, so i'd like to keep a copy of my blogs as a record of this.




As I was saving one of my very first blogs a saw something I had not seen before...















That's right people, a comment. Not from my Mum and not from Mariah (my number one, and some times only reader).




No, this comment was from Angela. This made me so happy, that I squealed with glee (oooh mabe that's what it is?)



Why did it make me so happy?



Well I have been following Angela's blog for many months now, and I have also read alot of her blogs from her 'back-catalogue'.



As I do not know her directly, I feel as if I am semi-stalking her. Ok, maybe not that extreme, but invading her privacy at the very least? She is almost, like a celebrity on Twitter (I know you're not fond of Twitter Angela, but no other analogy comes to mind as I type - sorry). I am following the 'celebrity', there is a good chance the 'celebrity' knows that I am following them, yet the two parties very rarely communicate directly.



Looking  back on that, I felt so rude. 'Angela-the-celebrity-blogger'  had already commented on one of my posts, without my acknowledgment. How could I?



Then I remembered, a few weeks ago, I had built up the courage to comment on one of Angela's post's , aptly titled 'Followers versus Subscribers'. I started with my comment with "Hi...I'm a stranger..."



"Oh no, you idiot!" I scolded myslef. 'Angela-the-celebrity-blogger' had already "introduced" herself by posting a comment on my post, and I called myself, and therefore her, a stranger!



Then just as I thought over the ending to this post in my head, I had a thought. Knowing my luck, and the dedication that 'Angela-the-celebrity-blogger' has, she has most probably replied to my comment on her post, yet again un-acknowledged by me.



I checked. She did. Epic fail on my part.



So, Anglea, If by some miracle, you have decided that i'm not too rude, or too much of a freak, and are reading this....



Hi! I'm Nicole! Nice to 'meet' you! I thoroughly enjoy your blog, and thankyou very much for the very sweet comment on my post, and for replying to my query on yours. I shall try and do alot better, at this whole comment thing, as time progresses (unless you block me?)



I am officially out of hiding.

Saturday, 24 October 2009

'Thnks fr th mmrs'

...Ahh for those of you who don't speak Pete Wentz, or are unfamilair with this particular dialect of Emo this post is titled 'Thanks for the memories'.







Dedicated to all of my true friends.





On more than two occassions this week alone, I have been reminded, that the definiton of a true friend, is not all about fluffy bunnies, warm fuzzies and rainbow drops.





Don't get me wrong, I love how friendships naturally are pre-destined to come with a free serving of fluffy bunnies, warm fuzzies and rainbow drops.





However, I am a firm believer that a true friend, can cut through all of those things, right to the root of what is really going on, and be brutally honest with you. Even if they know it will break your heart, or if it is not what you want to hear, a true friend will be the man in the mirror that you have been avoiding eye contact with.



I am lucky enough to have a few of these friends. Friends who aren't afraid to hurt my feelings & break down boundaries, but are able to do so without being nasty.







A brief run-down of evidence of true friendship over the past week:





Occasion One,

Friend A, visits bathroom to deposit number ones, whilst on the telephone to me.





Occassion Two,

Friend B laughs uncontrollably at me, as I attempt to change her baby's weird, new 'disposable-but-at-the-same-time-reusable' number two's nappy, on a slippery changing mat, on an un-level couch cushion, as the darling babe evil-eye's* me to hurry up, whilst on the brink of tears.



(*We know one thing that she got from her Mama. Yeah that's right, I went there. )





Occasion Three,

During a telephone conversation with Friend C, I mentioned that I had updated the blog. The response I got? "Ugggggghhhh Fiiinally! I've been waiting for aaaaaages you know?!"





There, Friend C! Are you happy now?




Friday, 23 October 2009

'Take a picture'

I have been absent from the bloggersphere, for a few weeks now, because of 'ess'.



Sickness, busyness, laziness, inspirationless.





This has not only affected my blogging ability, but also my ability to function as a normal human being. I have been grumpy, tired, and just straight up not in the mood.





Whilst wallowing in my own self pity, I missed a very special day. Hannie's birthday. Here is Hannie, marvel at her gorgeousness!!











I stole this from her facebook. (Even though I technically stole this, all photo rights belong to the lady herself. Right-click and prepare to die!)









Not only was I sick from Uni, on the day of her Birthday, I returned the day after, grumpy and bogged down with an essay. Therefore, I did not acknowledge her birthday in the way that I should have, and from the bottom of my heart I am sorry Hannie. It is in no way any reflection of what you deserve.



Let me tell you a bit about Hannie...





Hannie and I met two years ago, when I was first institutionalized. You see, Hannie is the fabulous administrator for the Classics department at Victoria University. She is the sunshine of my day, and by far the most friendly, welcoming, supportive person I have come across at Vic.





She has a degree in Art History. She is a foxy mama. She loves sunflowers.



She is a pro at water polo, for which she was awarded a scholarship to attend unversity in the USA (how cool is that?). And...Hannie is a fantastic photographer.






Look at her awesome website! http://www.hanniesunshinephotography.com/











In the market for a photographer? Check out her site! DO it now!





Not in the market for a photographer? Tell your friends. Check out her site! Do it anyway!





If you don't, you'll be missing out. I would love for all of you, to see the world through Hannie's eyes (or lens?), and by doing so bring a little sunshine to your day.





Happy [belated] Birthday Hannie! I will see you soon, for a showering of cuddles and gifts





XXX