Thursday, April 28, 2016


I don't have many dreams of Larry and when I do, they always involve a phone call to him that goes unanswered, even though I know he's there he just can't answer. I've had lots of those that have left me down for the few days after.

Last nights dream, although unreal, seemed very real. He was there and I knew he was gone, but he was there smiling back at me as if he wasn't. In my dream I told him to come back to me. We locked in an embrace and I didn't want to let him go. I repeated it several times until he replied.

Remember, with ever fiber of my being. Forever.

... and that was enough.

 Day 1251 is going to be a great day because of that.

Miss him.
Love them.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

This happened today.

I thought I'd give Hubba's brain a rest during the holidays and stay away from school. Te Kura shuts down too during the holidays. During sacrament meeting on Sunday, while my Mum was speaking, Hubs and I were sitting outside. She was, what I thought, ensconced in Subway Surfing when my Mum began to talk about Lehi and his travels out of Jerusalem. Still avoiding trains, she said 'They left to find the promised land. They built a ship and everything'. Her brain is still working during the holidays. Of this I am certain.

I had dreams of sewing her a scripture bag for church, but standing in the fabric store yesterday trying to pick out the right fabric, I gave myself a headache and found a $10 cosmetic bag that would suffice. She loves it.

I was so bored today that I rearranged my first aid box. I have two of them so I did both. One has bandages and one has medication.
It was very fulfilling.

This happened in the hood today. I don't know if it's a vat or a barn or what, but they bought in the other half of it tonight.

.. and that's what happened today.

Sunday, April 24, 2016

The zombie finger update ..

It's my finger that restricts me from constant blogging and photo taking. It aches at the slightest tap and I try protect it with layers of band aids, but the stupid thing keeps bleeding when I tap it ever so slightly on anything .. from a pillow to the top of the table.

It's amazing how much one hurt finger can change everything. I wash the dishes with one hand. I do have a solution to that, but Tyler never washes dishes properly so it's not really a solution. I cannot do Hub's hair properly and lately, she's grown a fashion sense and wants her hair looking mint. My finger has slowed me down mucho.

Pretty sure the skin has fused back together thanks to the stitches and glue, but I can see it's going to look mutant-like when it's all healed. That's glue that has yet to peel off. I tried peeling it off myself, but it pulled and stung.

Church today was overwhelming. We have unreliable teachers and a congregation that run at the mere word of 'Can you teach a class?'. I mean .. if you're going to sit in the lobby on the couches for the last two hours you may aswell teach a class. Of 5 teachers we're supposed to have, we have 2 that we can count on.

I am over Primary. I have been in that spot for going on 20 years and I am over it. 

It's the ward, not the church in general.
The ward.

Friday, April 22, 2016


I have to admit, I have always been a Prince fan. My most favorite song by him is Slow Love. I hate you from the Gold Experience would be a close runner up and the only one I could find on YouTube without going away from my PG rating.

Thursday, April 21, 2016

In this Ca-li-for-ni-a king bed ... not enough syllables in Texas.

She's been in her own bed for 2 weeks now. Only twice in that 2 weeks did she sneak into my bed unnoticed, otherwise .. sleeping like a starfish in your Texas king is amazing especially when you're not woken from slumber because someones foot is up your shirt.

I actually like her bed better and if mine ever breaks, I'm claiming hers.

The School Holidays.

One of those days.

Monday, April 18, 2016

Sore hand, great technology.

As of today, my hand isn't numb anymore and I feel every tap, intended or unintended, that my finger makes.
It throbs.
It hurts.
It sucks.

Schools out for the first term as of Friday last week. That's two long weeks with holidaying children.

One of my younger cousins received her mission call today and made an occasion of it via family home evening tonight. It was pretty amazing that we were able to tap into the live stream and share with her the opening of the letter. She's heading to the Manila, Philippines mission sometime in July.

Of my 34 first cousins on that side of the family, she's the second to go.

Technology is amazing and that's not because I'm an avid follower, but because I can keep in contact with importants and loved ones around the world with the tap of my hurt finger.

Friday, April 15, 2016


A cousin died in Australia a week or so ago. He was 20. Not sure of the details, but it's a pretty sad situation. His funeral was today and after an 11:30am appointment, I was to head to the the marae to help out in the kitchen. I waited for the motorcade to drive by my house to the family cemetery at the end of the street. It was a nice day for it.

When they rolled by, we went to the marae to help in the kitchen. I met my Mum there and she told me to wash the deli meat slicer that had JUST cut the pork. There was also hot pork crackling for anyone to eat just off to the side of it. I swear I wasn't thinking about what it might taste like when I sliced the tip of my finger. A clean cut that left the skin hanging off like a deflated balloon.

Not the cleverest thing I've done before, but I drove myself to the hospital with blood pumping out of my finger to the rhythm of my heartbeat - for real. Hubba sat in the back begging me to put on a song she could sing to, while I drove with one hand.

I had my first experience ever with local anesthetic and it was a son of a bitch. On top of that I could feel EVERYTHING he did to my finger, which included pulling the flap back and cleaning it, cutting it a little more to make the healing more uniform, sutures, glue and butterfly stitches. Topped it off with a mini cast and sling that I feel were a little uncalled for.

I took the sling off in the car and declined the prescription they offered thinking it wouldn't hurt later. Then I had a discussion with Mitchy, and we all remember the time she almost became a 9 fingered woman when she tried to clean the lawn mower blade with her bare hand, who basically said it gets worse.

My hand is still numb in three fingers and I type this with one hand, my thumb on my right and and the index finger. The rest feel dead and when I wanted to give someone the middle finger tonight at the ward disco, I had to point to it because for the life of me, I can't feel it to raise it on its own.

Then there was the ward primary disco. My playlist bombed. Lucky we had candy to throw out otherwise they would have all sat down.

My weekend will be spent with my two good friends Nurofen and Codeine. My boyfriend Nyquil may also serve a purpose in this case.

Goodnight Internets.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Songs for kids.

I've been sitting here for the last hour trying to find music for our primary disco tomorrow. It's hard to do because everything has boobs or drugs mentioned in it now. It's the norm. I'm close to adding some Carpenters to the playlist, but in my effort to not get embarrassed stares from Rome & Jeston tomorrow, I'm trying very hard to find something that's both appropriate and hip.

I've had to listen to a few songs the whole way through the check for words on my black list and as of right now, I'm at 57 songs (3.7 hours), but none of the songs are awesome for kids and I really don't want to know what the fox says anymore.

I'll just hope that the fact it's dark in the primary room, I can avoid the WTF stares at some of my song choices.

Really wanted to add WuTangs Gravel Pit, but it's just not appropriate.

Monday, April 11, 2016

Shares before bed.

Such a strange combination, but I really like the song especially the lyrics.
If you can get past Marie Osmond and her gothic Elsa, fire that stylist lip-syncing like you're on Glee look ... then it really is a nice song.

This on Monday.

She's been asking what a ruler was for. She mistook it, quite cleverly, for a level that Papa Greg pulls out sometimes to balance his atrocious outside dining table. Figuring it out was an effort and takes lots of patience from the teachers part. You take for granted that when a child see's something for the first time, like a ruler, they don't know it from a coat hanger. I haven't taught her how it measures yet, she's just getting the idea of it making straight lines. Now all her join-the-dot books are going to look square, but it's ok ... sometimes life brings you squares.
There are several of them in my family.

We both turned into angry birds during the shoelace tying.  She was trying to put one rabbit ear through another rabbit ear because she couldn't find the rabbit hole. We got knotted up a few times and she gave up in tears. Five minutes later, she had it. I gave her a Fruit Burst (faux Starburst) so she would calm her farm and end those superfluous tears.

Finished a Math book. It offered a star sticker reward for every page she completed successfully. Half the chart of stars are still on the original sheet simply because of her lack in effort. If we had to go through the activity more than once, it was not deservant of a star. The other half were for A+ work!

Now she sits on her iPod (30 minute reward) watching play dough videos and sides up to me now and again to show me how you make bubble gum looking play dough.

But will you eat it if I get the pink dough?
Well it just looks so delicious.
I'll just get you bubble gum.
That makes me very sad and a eleventeenth percent angry.

Friday, April 8, 2016

Thank you Pillsbury Moist Surpreme.

Lesson 3.
How to make cupcakes from a box and not waste your time with all those ingredients.

We were supposed to make tortillas too, but by the time we got home it was time for Super Rugby.

Culinary Friday.

7am. Morning whispers in my right ear.
Mum. Muuuuumm. Muuuuummmmmmm. Are you awake? Can I make some pancakes for breakfast. I've been watching a lady make them on TV and I can do it by myself. I can even crack the egg and I only practiced with two, but make sure you don't get any egg shell in it. Can I Mum?
7:15am. More morning whispers.
Mmmuuummmmm. Mmmuuuummm. I turned the oven on and I found some more eggs but where's the flour?
Needless to say, been up since 7:16am.

I'm going to use my nieces as examples of how learning to cook, at any age, is essential. Besides the fact that Shaily-Fish LOVES Sgetti bolognese, it's the only thing the child can cook that doesn't consist of adding water from a kettle or pushing 3 on the microwave. The only thing I've known Nessa to cook was an omelet for one, which had 8 eggs in it. Tyler depends on McDonald's to cook for her. Rome might be the only astute one out of them all because at least she knows how to throw together random food to make something edible. eg. Jam sandwich with garlic mussels .. sometimes together in the one sandwich.

We moved on to using up the feijoas. Our local spot finally put theirs out and they're not as mammoth as they usually are, but they're good enough. I didn't want to preserve any this year because I still have enough jars in my cupboard to see me through another summer season. I do want to freeze some, but this morning we pureed a bag to make fruit roll-ups. They're still in the oven for another couple of hours, but I'm eager to see how they turn out.

We have two more lessons to do today.
Watch this space.

Thursday, April 7, 2016

Yes. Just yes.

Maxed out.

This has become the norm during the evening when I prep for dinner.
I call it mathesizing my eats.


They were very much so worth maxing out on my daily intake.

I wish I was having what Hubs and Tyler had.

Avi Ravi having smiles with sister.

TGIF tomorrow.

Wednesday, April 6, 2016


Made wholemeal crepes this morning. I don't know why the 5:2 is waking me up at 6am, but it is what it is. Thanks to Aunty Oriwa for the recipe and the pressure. Can we make Aunty Oriwas crepes today? for the last 2 weeks. They were had with nutella and bananas. I NEVER buy nutella, but it was Brooke's suggestion.

School: Maths

Dinosaur construction.
Thanks to Tyler for the puzzle from Smiggle.

Lunch at Pita Pitt. I got a double shot of honey mustard .. it was great.

Hub's has been starting off in her own bed at night, but she wakes up in mine and claims sleeping walking. 
Last night it was cold.
Tonight is cold.
I love it.

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Lemon Coconut Slice.

75g butter

300g Condensed milk.

Zest & juice of 1 lemon.

150g crushed arrow-root cookies and not pictured is 1 cup of rolled oats and 1/2 c of desiccated coconut.

Mix together and chill for an hour and drizzle with 1/4 c of icing sugar and lemon juice.

Hub's said it's not like chocolate.
120 cals per slice, it's nothing like chocolate.

That 5:2 diet.


It's because we have no milk in the house and had no choice but to make eggs on toast and because I'm trying out the 5:2.
Breakfast was 429/1545.

Time to go grocery shopping.

Monday, April 4, 2016

The Zoo.

I might have enjoyed today's class better than her.

A few things of interest:
  • She didn't want to put the bear and crocodile by the pig and chickens.
  • I had to make a fence so the bear and crocodile wouldn't get out and eat the pig and chickens.
  • Max the dog needed a house like Clifford the dog.
  • The chickens needed a coop with a run way like the one Snowbird made on Alaskan Bush People.
  • The monkey needed a tree not a cage because Monkey's don't like cages. If you keep them in a cage they'll get angry like the ones on Dawn of the Planet of the Apes.

.. and now I have no where to put it.

Summer part 2

Nessa envisioned this shoot with my nephew Ellis. They pulled it all together very well. Hubs was supposed to be in it, but got stage fright...