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?