Thursday, February 11, 2016

Scenes from the iPhone

This girl is almost 10 pounds. Now I can smooch her without feeling like I'm going to break her bones.

Rome has confined and drowned her Shopkins.

I'd like to thank the TPPA for making the following possible.

The current situation in my fridge. It's never been so healthy.

Let's see how long this lasts before Mitchy buys some Ferrero Rocher's on a bargain hunt and breaks my walls down.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

No bueno chocolate.

I like to avoid my nurse and Doctor. So when I rocked up to the clinic today with a smile on my face, I was greeted with a telling off for avoiding my appointments, and their phone calls, for the last ... since August.

Wasn't good news. I'm not dying, but I'll die sooner if I don't shape up and since Mitchy had a few pots laying around her house going to waste ...

My exercise is mowing the lawns once a fortnight (bi-monthly). The reason I don't like going for walks around here is because I don't want to be stopped cos someone wants to have a conversation with me and around here, that's every second house. The reason I don't like going for walks anywhere else is because I don't want to.

It's fashionable to walk up Te Mata Peak.
Will I burn as much calories walking down it? in jandals?

Here's to Vogels bread and lettuce.

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Happy Anniversary Livians!

But first, Avi.

And these two fools. This is one of the more hideous photos of Rome that I have.

Booked in for Gengys. Not many other places around here have you make a booking and they don't open for lunch either. For Hastings, it's awesome. Overall, it's average. The Mongolian grill was pretty fantastic and the pancake stand was a hit, but the salad selection and the hot food buffet was so so.

I'd go back for the Mongolian grill part.

Rome had 5 bowls of ice-cream and 3 pancakes. I hope she bounces off the walls tonight in the Livian abode.

Hubs had 3 pancakes, plus some of mine. I'll be bouncing her off of the walls and straight into bed.

Pancake a la mode.

Rome & Hubs waiting at the pancake station.

Who takes ALL their kids and their sister out on an anniversary date?

Gengy's had an anniversary surprise and had the two girls help. (Ten points from me for involving the customers).

Happy 14 of forever to The Livians!
(I got you Mitchy)

“Choose a companion carefully and prayerfully; and when you are married, be fiercely loyal one to another. Priceless advice comes from a small framed plaque I once saw in the home of an uncle and aunt. It read, “Choose your love; love your choice.”
—President Thomas S.Monson


One of the blogs on my daily roll follows a widow and her journey through life after losing her love. One of her more recent posts talks about loving again and her desire to do such sometime soon.

I was having a conversation with Mitchy the other day and I told her I thought love was a trickster because you fall in love over and over again with all these different people in your life only to lose them to death. We concluded that love was an unfair son-of-a-bee.

Yesterday in church during fast & testimony meeting two testimonies stood out for me. The first came from my cousin who spoke about the birth of his baby and how heart stopping it was to see her exit with the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck. He testified to choice and death and how he would have switched places with her because he loved her. Seconds old and he loved her THAT much.

The second one was a conversion story and how this person was completely converted to the truth of what we believe. Again it made mention to a child/children and although it wasn't the heart burning sensation that some people get, it was such an experience that was not to be underestimated by it's simpleness, but understood by it's pureness. Without meeting the children he spoke of, he loved them enough to be converted.

I will not love again like I did my Larry and that's not because I have a family full of judgmental mofo's who will rip a new husband to shreds, but because he is my one and only. I do not need companionship when I have family surrounding me. I do not want companionship because I don't believe anyone else in the world was meant to love me like he did.

My ginger friend Rach, whose wedding I shot on Valentines Day last year, had a sentence in her wedding vows that touched my heart so much I couldn't stop thinking about it and made her email them.
I can’t promise to solve all your problems, but I can promise that you won’t have to face them alone
And just when I think that that statement isn't true for me because I'm less a person, I'm reminded that God's love is unconditional. His gospel message is that of divine rescue which resulted in Christ's sacrifice. That sacrifice bridges the gap between us and Eternity, where I will forever be loved by the one I love with the ones I love.

Love is most definitely unfair, but it's ever changing and Eternal.

Monday, February 8, 2016

Waitangi Monday.

I slept till 11.30am. I disgust myself sometimes. If it weren't for the Superbowl beginning at 12pm, I would have stayed in bed all day. Lucky Tyler was here to feed the child.

Listened with bleeding ears through Lady Gaga's version of the national anthem and spent the next 5 hours watching a game that should only take an hour. I found myself, quite often, calling out rugby errors as if I were a TMO. So many knock ons in a football game and forward passes.

The 'International' shelf in Countdown. The top four shelves are US and the bottom 3 South African.
Mucho depresso.

Dear Nessa-Nu,
Leave my phone alone.
Love Aunty.

Sunday, February 7, 2016

Baby Avi.

Newborn Jeston.

Newborn Rome.

Newborn Edge.

Up until I found these photos, I thought she was a dead ringer for Jeston, but I'm not so sure now.

She was blessed in church today and her big sister missed it for a hangover sleep-in.

She is epically delicious and I type that with gritted teeth.

Don't leave me here with these crazies Aunty!

Public holiday tomorrow. I'm winding down with some movies and enough Promethazine to send me into dream land for a good ten hours. I'm even letting Hubs stay up late so I don't get an 8am wake up call of, "Muuuuuuuum, I wanna weetbix!". 

Is it too neglectful or early to teach her how to do it herself for the extra 30 minutes of sleep?

Friday, February 5, 2016

Photos from everyone else.

From Sister.
My Bebs.


From Nina
In-n-Out. I specifically asked for a photo of this.

Not this.

WalMart soda pops.

Nyquil. It's the only thing I requested because that stuff is like gold during Winter and NZ doesn't have it at all. The best they have is Gees Linctus, but for $20 a bottle it is hard to get.

T-Bone Steak & Eggs from Ihop or Dennys?
Another photo request.

Heading back to California.

I don't know this place at all, but it doesn't matter because it looks fantastical.

Vegas foods.

Our Avi is DELISH.

It is the weekend.

Thursday, February 4, 2016

School Day 3.

Sight words in and go.
Add those to the, I and am and we're getting somewhere.

Stop taking photos - monotone.

Kudo's to the teachers of the local school who let me borrow books. I'm still conflicted about enrolling her. Picked up an enrollment form today and will look it over during the weekend and decide. I'd be interested in splitting the week. 2 days there 3 days at home, but I don't know how legal that is within New Zealand as far as the MoE are concerned.
Book: I am playing. Focused on the sight words, I, am and in.

She didn't like the sticker because it had a worm on it and worms make apples rotten.

I've just remembered that I use to watch Dragon Ball Z like it were gospel .. as an adult.

Happy Birthday to Papa Greg. We bought all his favorite goodies from the supermarket, wrote him a card, had dinner with him and it made his day. Livian got in tonight on his week long R&R from work. TPPA was signed this morning. It did not bring New Zealand together like social media is saying. Protesting the inevitable is wasted energy, but most importantly ... it's Superbowl weekend!

I'm going to have myself a Superbowl party.
Go Broncos!

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

The TPPA fiasco.

It's a free trade agreement. It's purpose is to make trade and business more mellow across the 12 regions. When you hear that the counties involved account for 36% of the global economy, I would have been all over that like yesterday.

It's new trade opportunities.
It's conforming.
It's pretty much signed mate.

My fellow Maori extended farnow whanaunga are worried that the Treaty of Waitangi will change (or disappear) because of it, but it can't be amended because it's a founding document that's recognized internationally. I do know that in it's contents it basically states that the treaty is not a part of the domestic law in New Zealand and we're protected under the Crown. TPPA is not New Zealand annexing to the USA or any other of the countries involved.

It's all about business.
If you are so serious about keeping Maoritanga alive ... take off your Nikes, get out of your BMW and ride a horse right by Pak n Save to the kumara plantation. We don't navigate by the stars anymore, we use a GPS. That's conforming.

This is superficial of me, but we might get a WalMart and a Costco in New Zealand from it.  That's good news.

What I don't like about the TPPA, is that the Prime Minister of New Zealand went about it all in such a shady way that it's bought out the ugly in the Kiwi people, and rightly so, but that's politicians for you. I don't think a referendum on the issue would have changed anything. Shady is shady. For more on that see the Florida votes for the US Presidential election 2004.

People are making it bigger than it really is.
... and scene.