Monday, December 11, 2017

Feel Me.


It's going to be a great summer.
I can feel it.

Sunday, December 10, 2017

My Ward has the potential to be awesome.

Last month we traveled to Auckland to my nephews baptism. I played the piano at the baptism. The sacrament hall was smaller than ours and there were maybe, 50 people present. I was blown away by the power of the opening song. It sounded like a chorus of easily two hundred and not just adults were singing, I could hear children's voices just as powerful as the adults.

I counted today 52 regular adults in our congregation. It's probably doubled when you add in everyone's kids. Our ward has been dull for a while, but today I got quite angry about it and recalled a time previously when one of my Bishops stopped the opening hymn, half way through it, to announce that everyone needed to sing.

It was one of those days in the ward. I will admit for about 4 years since being home, I lip synced my way through the hymns, but when I realized how pathetic the singing was in the ward my feelings changed. What made me angry was that our Stake President was sitting up on the pulpit and his whole stake entourage were seated a few seats behind us. They would have heard what I heard.

My ward is full of critical people who are prone to cast doubt on the callings and assignments of others in the ward. I'm guilty of it. I concluded today, how is anyone supposed to magnify their calling when going to church has become shaky ground?

Enter the Bishop. He is the foundation of the ward who is there to still the shaky ground. Who stabilizes when doubt is cast.

But how can he compensate and balance that weight, enabling him to do his part, when the favor is not returned by singing, by accepting assignments, by going to church, by going to the temple, by participating in activities, by sustaining him wholeheartedly and not just raising your hand because everyone notices the one who doesn't raise their hand out of spite.

A Bishops purpose is not to fulfill our needs. This is why there are auxiliaries in the ward. Each will give a different kind of direction you need at the time. He is not there to be burdened with trivial stuff. You have home teachers and visiting teachers for that reason. He has priorities of his own. He gets tired too and has his own set of weaknesses and strengths.

A Bishop is human too.

I heard my Bishop pleading for that support today.
True story.
"Let’s talk about what such faith means for a bishop. A bishop is sometimes called to serve people who know him well. Ward members know something of his human weaknesses and his spiritual strengths, and they know that others in the ward could have been called—others who seem better educated, more seasoned, more pleasant, or even better looking.
These members have to know the call to serve as a bishop came from the Lord, by revelation. Without their faith, the bishop, who was called of God, will find it harder to get the revelation he needs to help them. He will not succeed without the faith of the members to sustain him"
A Bishop is not perfect, but he is the best man for the job because God said so and if we all claim to believe in that same God who called him into his position, then we know what we need to do.

Come on Korongata Ward.

End of the year

School prize giving on Friday had Rome get an award for Excellence in Literacy in the senior class.

Hub's for Excellence in Achievement for being a conscientious student with excellent presentation of written work with the Junior Trophy.

Stiddy boy got a certificate for being the cutest boy in the whole world.

.. and Hub's had a swim at Tylers.

It's unbelievably hot I can't even deal.
Even my computer fan is angry and buzzing.

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Thursday.

This bathing suit is no bueno.

Stiddy got a pool for Christmas.

Hub's pool.

Lunch with the lads. We did a gift exchange. Tashi didn't follow the rules, but the jar of Skittles were fab all the same.

Best custard square in the world. I HATE custard squares .. except if it's from The Serendipity Cafe.

Can't diet this side of Christmas.
There is no point.

School prize giving tomorrow morning and then it's all over for the year on Tuesday.

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Christmas Tree.

I opted for no big tree this year because of the babies. Avi broke a few glass ornaments last year that had Hub's gritting her teeth like Nessa-Nu. The other two babies are crawling now and they touch everything. It was a strategical decision to do the light tree this year.
That's a star burst twinkle effect lens filter you're looking at right now. They're near obsolete now with all the technology in digital imagery, but I kept all mine because one day they'll stop making them, period.

The other dinky tree by the TV.

As usual, I'll probably dismantle everything on Christmas day otherwise I'll be like my mother and leave it up til February.

Hawkes Bay is has been HOT these first few days of summer.
Dislike it very much.

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Spouse vs Spawn.

Topic of a discussion yesterday while on the way home from town centered around my niece finally understanding what it was like to be a 'wife' and realizing just how important you are to the other people who need you the most, specifically her significant other. She went on about finally knowing all the things he likes. Cooking all the things he loves. His fussy ways.
She said she loves it.

Aaawww ... insert eye roll here.

I told her I would rather be a mother than a wife. Don't get me wrong, love my Larry to the moon and back, but sometimes he was impossible. I mean .. the man liked his spaghetti with salt and butter. No tomato sauce of any kind over it. He thought mince pies were chimp food. He had to be sitting on a chair that allowed him to rock back n forth. He'd think faster than he could talk and if I thought he was wrong and he thought he was right, I'd be stuck listening to scientific proof as to why he's right.

One of the first things he asked me ever was if I knew what the frequency for FM transmission was.
Why would anyone need to know that kind of information.

You can't mold a husband into how you want him to be. His mother has already done that and before you think ill about your mother-in-law, remind yourself that you fell in love with that person she molded. At some point in your life you thought he embodied complete perfection and that perfection is all the work of a mother.

Eventually his laundry you use to wash and hang lovingly becomes an aggravating chore. He'll turn his nose up at the lasagna you've served him three times in one week.

This is why I'd rather be a mother than a wife. You can't make a perfect husband, but you play a big part in making your child the perfect person, because that's what mothers do.

I don't know that I could live through another marriage solely because indifference's between two people takes years to blend and I don't have the time or energy.

And there is my choice re: my temple experience.

Friday, December 1, 2017

First day of summer

It was a hot one today Hawkes Bay.
One more week and school is all over for 2017.
Avi is the new Allegra.
Little Miss Fog Horn.







I regret saying I can't wait till he can crawl.
He's everywhere, pulling everything down from anywhere.

But he's too cute to kick.

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Venting.

I’ve been sick over the last 3 days and today I realized just how much help my family are in my time of need. No one in particular, but everyone the same.

On top of my back issue, I caught the flu from somewhere and it’s a little unbearable.

So when you come over for ukulele chords and when you come over and sit on my drive way beeping the horn waiting for me to come to the door and when you text for a password or text for something .. I’m sick the whole time. And when you message and ask for a photo shoot, family or not that ish is not free. Haven’t seen or heard from you all year and you want a free shoot.

I’m sick.
Pull your head out of your ass you are not the center of the universe even when I’m sick.

Would just appreciate some appreciation. It doesn’t help me feel better when you don’t believe I’m sick. Everyone gets sick .. even the glue who holds this, at times, selfish family together.

I’m fricken sick.
For real.

Monday, November 27, 2017

It rained.

If I told you in detail the events of last night, you'd think I was nuts.
The short version is .. I got a sore back around 6pm. Managed to get into bed by 7pm. Fell off the bed trying to get off it at 7.30pm. Stuck on the floor til 2am. Just as well my phone was out of reach .. I had no pants on.

But it's ok ... I found a hockey stick under my bed and pretended I was in a dingy for a few hours trying to get up. Thank goodness my child is weird and leaves things in funny places. eg. hockey stick under the bed, coat hanger in the fridge etc.

No idea what it was. If I were to go by the advice Google gave me, I'm dying of back cancer and possibly need my prostate checked.

Then it rained something fantastic this afternoon.



Ibuprofen and codeine have been my best-friends today.

The photoshoot from hell

Told her not to wear that hat, but she doesn't listen.

Aunty Shaizay.

Must be the snazziest Grandma on the internet right now Nanny Mitch!

My personal favorite.

Nessa got her phone taken off her today. She did not smile at all.

... that Lurch look ruined this one.

Ness ...

My nieces and nephews make me cringe.
Then there's this one ...

I should ground her, but it was the best thing that came out of today's shoot.

Saturday, November 25, 2017

Avi & Hubs

What it takes to get one good shot.
An attitude.

A snotty nose.

Jumping on the tramp like it's Spring Break.

Then you bribe with a lolly.

Allow for giggles even though you're clenching your teeth.

Let her pull some funny faces before you break your teeth.

Then it's time to deliver the death threats.



I don't know about that one on the left though ...

Friday, November 24, 2017

Day 1826 & Thanksgiving.

Today was a hot. I woke up to year 5 and thought, yes .. Hub's deserves a Thanksgiving dinner.
And so we did it.

A dinner for 2 became a dinner for 6 by the end of the day.
And it was good.
Our boys first Thanksgiving.

Also ... this happened over the last few days.

He's a fat ball of delicious.

Life is good.

Thursday, November 23, 2017

The perfect song for Te Roopu a iwi


The first few lines say it all.
It's probably why I'm still here.

School photos.

Previous years, it took hours to get these photos done. I am not an aficionado of children and tend to get very impatient with the angelic rodents (again, not sure why I'm in the Primary at church), but today I was no nonsense. I let the teachers set them all up, snapped 3 or 4 photos and sent them on their merry way back to class. I was out of there in 44 minutes.

Glad she kept her finger out of the spotlight.
I have a few of those kinds of photos.