Monday, August 14, 2017

Stiddy Boy.

Our boy has a saliva rash.
Here come his teeth.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

I'll be glad when winter is over.

You wouldn't think life here is busy, but it is and I only have one kid to deal with. No .. I changed my mind, there are three of them that I actually deal with and 1/3 is the mother to 3/3.

The year didn't start off that great, but by August it's transitioned into something that will be quite unforgettable when I look back on 2017.

Finally got an office. It's been a long time coming, but once 1/3 moved out I quickly moved into beastmode and set up office before she decided she was coming back. I'd take a photo of it .. but then the people of Hickville would know what I had and know where to go when they need something. I get lots of visits for 'somethings' and very rarely get visits from people who are genuinely concerned about my well being.

I'm 40 soon. I want to be able to look back from 40 and see that I've accomplished something grand. I can live with being the widow stuck in Hicksville as long as there is something else to go with it. I have less than 2 years to find that something.

Kudos to Miss Maia for the Hubs spam.










And finally .. the boy has learned to jump.

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Life is a moment in space .. When the dream is gone .. It's a lonelier place

Every dream I have of Larry involves a phone. Usually what happens is that I'm trying to ring him and I know he's there, but he can't answer for some reason.

He answered in last nights dream. FaceTime'd infact. He was driving through green mountains and told me the place was great and that I'd love it there. At some point in my dream I believed he was really there. Alive. Then in and out of dreamland I realized he was still gone and I would wake up without him. In bed, and half asleep, I felt myself make the face a baby makes just before they're about to cry.

It's moments like these that I'm happy to wake up to the important people in my life.

Shaily is 18 tomorrow. We already celebrated her birthday on Saturday.

The Arabs are in town. We had a spicy noodle challenge at the marae after we put them all to work stacking the mattresses into a container. The prize was a Memphis Meltdown. Maia won the first one and Jeston and Shaily had three tiebreakers where they had to eat more noodles. 4 cups later and looking like she'd had a Kylie Jenner lip plumping episode, she gave up and let her brother win, not before being a total sore loser by telling him she'd buy her own Memphis Meltdown tomorrow.

Then we lit a fire at the back.

And got all serious about cameras.

Thursday, August 3, 2017

It's OK to hate your kids sometimes.

My child will be 7 in 30 days. Lately I've wanted to give her away to someone who might like her when she does annoying things. She has this habit of stuffing her mouth with food. She told me once it's because she thinks someone is going to take the food before she gets to eat it all. I explained to her that this doesn't happen in our house and she doesn't need to be that revolting at the table.

Tonight she did it. Stuffed her pie hole with a piece of bread that she'd saturated with bacon hock soup. She sat there and looked at me about ready to vomit. I kept eating my dinner, sat back and observed, waiting for her next move.

Now I'm not being anal or mean .. but if I let her drink something before dinner, she'll want to drink more drink after a few spoonfuls of her meal then suddenly she'll be full on liquids and still have an 80% full dinner plate then she'll tell me she's done AND THEN at 2am, she'll want a sandwich. Happens all the time. 2am. I don't let her drink before she eats. She has to eat at least half before she can quench her thirst.

Countdown has a new brand of sugar-free soda pop called Fizz and it's $1 a bottle. The lime flavor graced our table tonight at dinner time. Her cup waited for her and I think she thought it was going to disappear before she could finish her dinner and so we find ourselves with a mouthful of bread about ready to burst.

And then she gagged.
And gagged.
And gagged.

15 minutes later. Looking me dead in the eyes, she opened her mouth and out spilled one piece of bread saturated in bacon hock soup .. in liquid form. I'm dry heaving as I type this.

I imagined myself flying across the table and bouncing her head off of it, but as I sipped my lime soda pop, I told her to go spit it out, go brush her teeth and go straight to bed.

That was at 5:45pm.
At 6:30pm I hear from her bedroom.

Mum.
What.
You're mean.
Why because I sent you to bed because you were disgusting during dinner time?
No.
Why? Because I didn't let you have fizz?
No.
Then why?
BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T LET ME WATCH FRIENDS AND CHANDLER WAS MOVING IN WITH MONICA TONIGHT!

I love you, but you annoy me so much that I want to drink vodka.

Monday, July 31, 2017

Day 1710

Miss you mucho.

.. but my new boy fills the void.

Indy 4 months & TyJay 5 months.

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Kids. Just kids.

Trying to teach Avi how to say idjits so she can refer to the other three as such.



The stank eye look is her new thing at the moment.

3.30am this morning.
Wanted to talk and play.

Aunty Avi loves TyJay.

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Let's go to the movies, lets go see the stars!

I've been wanting to see that new movie about the apes. I was talking about it last week with Mitchy and said I'd go Tuesday (today) to see it by myself because I prefer it that way. She told me she was coming too and I quickly reminded her of Avi and her movie etiquette.

Hubs sat at the table and took it all in.

Found her in her room a few nights ago crying about something. She didn't want to tell me when I asked the first couple of times, but she finally told me that she didn't like the idea of me going to the movies by myself. It made her sad imagining me sitting in the movies eating popcorn watching apes all by myself.

Child, I'm dying to go to the movies without you.

I want to be able to eat popcorn and not think where your hands have been when you want to share with me because you spilled all yours all over the floor.
I want to drink from a clean straw and not share with you because you drank your whole cup before the movie even started.
I want to eat my own ice cream and not your ice cream that you've eaten all the chocolate off of and swapped.
I want to eat snicker pods without you asking me what is happening now in the movie.
I want to watch the movie without toilet breaks because you drank all your drink and mine.
I want to sit there on those velvet chairs knowing no one is going to ask me if we can go home now every ten minutes.

I simply want to watch what happens to those damn dirty apes.

Love you for loving me that much, but all Mama wants to do is go to a movie without you.

In other news ... didn't go to the movie.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Life - currently.

Four became two over the weekend. The Tyler's moved out. I still see them every day, mostly, but it was a move that needed to happen. If she had her way, she would have stayed here for forever, but we all knew that eventually she'd grow up and that happened over the weekend, by reluctant choice.

It will be good for her.
It will be good for me and Hubs. Frankly, she's been neglected because I hovered over the new mother making sure that she was ok with a newborn and often found myself disengaging from Hubs. Not alot, but enough for her to be ecstatic at the fact that they've both moved out of her territory and she gets her Mum back.

I would not wish it upon myself to have a newborn in the house again. They are boring and they are demanding. Love that little boy to bits, but we have enjoyed our last week of holidays with the absence of his dulcet tones in the early hours of the morning.

I had been sleepy since my birthday back in March.

So I started my office in the newly available room. I spent too much money on office stuff over the last few days that I'll have to wait till next week to see the Apes at the movies. I've been doing computer freebies to this community since I came back and decided I'm not doing anything for free anymore. My situation is no better than the people who bring me their computers to fix. One time it took me two weeks to fix someones laptop and she was holy-crap annoying and messaged daily about it. I didn't want to tell her that had it not had Asian porn on it, it would have been a quicker job. I can't un-see that crap.

I was a Vegan for 14 days. I added seafood to the mix making me a pescatarian. Limited that to shellfish.

Life is good.
It would be better if I won the lotto.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Friday, July 14, 2017

Might flood. Might Not.

If it does, I hope it's for the whole weekend.



Thursday, July 13, 2017

No snow.

It snowed in Danniverk overnight, but didn't quite make it to our area of rural Hawkes Bay. We took a 45km drive up the road and the second picture was as close as we got. It was in the middle of nowhere Kereru Road. The road was a little daunting and I turned around after we got our photo. I came home and looked up on google earth where exactly the road ended. Eventually it merged back with Highway 50, which took you to Tikokino and onto to Takapau at a big intersection just after Waipukarau.

The road itself to get there was banjo playing pig squealing worthy.



Home to the warmth of a roaring fire and cuddles with the big boy.

Last week I spent some dineros on artic flannel fleece sheets.
They're the best winter invention ever. I love bedtime anyway, but getting into bed between fleecy sheets during winter makes it even more fantastical.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Day 10/14

We're in for a cold one this week. It's already snowing on the Napier-Taupo roads. I was thinking of going to Auckland this weekend, just because, but the weather confirmed my decision. For as long as I have been alive, it has never snowed on the ground here in our community. It snowed 45 minutes up the road where my Dad use to live, but he was at a higher altitude (200m). We're only about 20m above sea level.

It's day 10 of the vegan lifestyle. I lost my hankering for bacon and chicken. I added diary to the mix this week - lacto-vegetarian - although, I limited my diary to cream & cheese. Eggs are a swing and a miss this week. Lastnight's dinner was portobello mushroom pita pizzas and tonight I turned a sgetti squash into a spinach alfredo.

It was very rich, but very good.

I want to try a vegan taco .. and waffles.

Monday, July 10, 2017

First Monday of the holidays.

Vege Nachos.
I'm starting to like falafel.

It's growing up .. except at bed time.
But I might diiiiieeeee in my bed all alone Mum.

The big boy.
Still cries like a mofo.
Wish I knew what his problem was.

Got my eye on a new car. I've been waiting for a people mover to come in at my preferred car yard, but while looking at the website over the weekend my heart skipped a beat for a different car. At this point, I'm thinking about it.
I do not like the Dualis. It's like a lawn mower uphill.
I swear I thought we were going backwards at one point up the Napier-Taupos.

Vegan Pita Pizzas.

I've been Vegan for a week.
This week I'll take real photos of my foodie goodness .. not iPhone photos.

He's vegan too.

Saturday, July 8, 2017

What The Health.

After watching 'What the Health' on Netflix last month, I've #gonevegan. I'm currently on day 6 of 14 and it's going well. I'm not doing it for the purpose that Peta does it, because meat 100% tastes fantastic.

The things they raise awareness to is why I'm doing it. Even before health reasons, I'm doing it because I don't want to be a sell out, especially if what they're saying is true. Being in better health because of it is an added bonus.

Miss bacon very much .. but it's a sacrifice I'm willing to take.

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Happy Birthday Livian

Livian is 41 today.
It's the only photo I have of us two.
7 kids and 1 grandson later .. he's not insane yet.

Happy Birthday big brother.
Thanks for giving me Hubs .. can I have Avi too?
I'll swap you Tyler (the mother).

Monday, July 3, 2017

July.

It's winter.
I got my flu shot a few weeks ago when the nurses cornered me at the hauora/clinic, and have since been sick twice.

Because of the iPhone and Instagram, I neglect my cameras and the blog.
No news is good news though.

Hubs and Livian, who is 41 on Wednesday and goes back to Australia tomorrow.

Current song repeating on my playlist right now. My sister always listens to the lyrics of a song - always. Here's one for you Ponz.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Lately.

Winter is here.


Mr. Blue Eyes.
He laughs a lot more now. He loves his Aunty Hubs and especially his Millz. Because he has a temperamental mood, it's taken nearly 4 months to find enough courage to take him to the grocery store without him having a melt-down.
He was a good boy for the occasion and saved his melt-down for this afternoon with Nanny Mitch.

Hub's has a 'camp' at her school next week for Matariki celebrations and an end of term activity. I know she'll enjoy it, but I'm still paranoid about who she sleeps next to and whether or not they have head lice or influenza. I wonder if she'll be singled out if I make her wear a swimming cap to bed. I'll make sure it's the same color as her sleeping bag ... for fashions sake.

9 days and the 2nd term of the school year is over.

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Temple Day

I have been looking forward to this day for about 6 months. 6 months ago Mitchy and I sat down and went through our family search graph to see who in our families needed their temple work done. With the help of an Aunty, I got a few names, but most of the names came from Mitchy's Mums family and dated all the way back to the 1500s in Ireland. I had started to plan to go a few weeks ago.

The kids left on the van this morning for the day trip up there. After much thought during the week, and I even fasted about it, I decided it was best if I didn't go.

Last week at church, in passing, it was mentioned that females don't drive the temple vans.
Females. Don't. Drive. The. Temple. Vans.
When I asked why, the response was.
IT. IS. WHAT. IT. IS.

That crock of crap response left me questioning things. The species that only bought you into the world are not allowed to drive a van of kids to the temple? I wrestled with it all week. Gritted my teeth about it a few times and used the WTF acronym during prayer. It's degrading and it's the first time EVER in Bridge Pa history that I can remember where a sister is underestimated and subtly considered invaluable.

The last time the youth went .. a female drove.

It's a fricken drive to Hamilton.

So I decided the temple wasn't the right call for me this week given the way I'm feeling about the prejudice in the ward. It was blatant and was enough to set me back because fundamentally, it's unjust and immoral.

I didn't expect misogyny in my home ward.

Handbook 2: Administering the church
Section 13.6.24
"Each driver should be a licensed, responsible adult"