Friday, August 30, 2013

Friday - End of August

Caro Emerald .. a dutch singer who should be more popular, internationally, than she is.

I have good days when I dream of Larry. I'm eager to hear an explanation on what exactly dreams are because I swear sometimes I wake up to his scent.

Driving tonight, my Mum randomly mentioned him. I don't know where it came from, but for the last few days I've been revisiting that morning and how upset my Mum was in the ICU when I confirmed he had passed. They were on the same wave length. She enjoyed his company and picking his brain, sometimes I think she was more upset than I was. I still struggle to remember whether or not I talked to him that night after I came home. I don't remember it, but I do.

I miss him and I really hope he's spending his resting time familiarizing himself with the rules and laws of rugby up there because that would just be the cherry on top and I really hope they got the memo about the new scrum engagement laws.

He'd make an excellent fly-half because he'd be quite adequate communicating with the outside backs, as fly half's do, and good fly-halves are clear thinkers, calm and have a plan to effectively direct attacks in play. He'll also be great at kicking because he'll be able to scientifically set up a kick and direct frequency transmission to move the ball smoothly through air and posts with his magical heavenly powers for a successful penalty or conversion.

.... goodnight.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Sick girl

4 days left of winter.
No appetite.

I shouldn't like it when she's sick, but I do!
She's easy when she's sick.


I haven't blogged about Larry's other BFF in a while, but you might remember her. Allegra aka Leggy-May.
For real, two peas in a pod.

At 6 years old, her medical treatment and progression is a near match to Larry's 3 years and will eventually overshadow his. She has Optic Chiasm Glioma, is blind in the left eye (Like Uncle Larry!) and no peripheral vision or depth perception in her right eye.

Nina, her Mum, informed us that she has 1 more chemo treatment for the year. Chemo hasn't shrunk the tumor at all, but has stabilized it.

I've only known a handful of brave people personally and she is one of them.

She is in a good place, is happy and that's all that matters.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

The week thus far.

I watched the VMAs on MTV.
What in the hell done happened to Hannah Montana. I didn't expect the content and to have the 2 year old ask, "What she doing?". It was an award show once upon a time. Now all they need are poles and money raining from the ceiling and it will be something completely different.

Pretty Little Liars .. a show I've been watching because one of my nieces told me the synopsis. I haven't stopped watching it and I'm only on season 2. As annoying as those teenage girls are, I can't stop watching and I'm tired because of it.

.. and this happened yesterday to a close friend.
All is well with much recovery.

.. and the triplets, everyone here has been waiting for, arrived today nice and healthy. Good news!
This is what happens when you neglect your child to blog for 10 minutes.

Now she'll be up all night.

Saturday, August 24, 2013

International Food night & Rugby

I babysat lastnight. It wasn't by choice, it's never by choice. One of those babysitting gigs where the parents drive them up the drive way, kids get out and the parents leave again, but it's ok .. because I wouldn't do it for just anyone.
I had already cleaned my house by then so I packed them all up into my car and we went and rained on Nans parade til 11pm.
Ngawi & Hubba.

For Aunty Ness.

Hubba found her binky today searching for her shoes under my bed. It's World War III trying to get it off her now. It's like they'd never been apart these last 3 months.

Our Ward International Food night was tonight. It was a Primary activity that only I (from the Presidency) attended. It was supposed to be cancelled because none of us were going to be there. One had her baby this week, the other had a school thing out of town and I had Tylers birthday dinner to attend that had been planned for weeks. Tyler sacrificed her birthday dinner to attend the ward activity.
I wouldn't have done that.
I left early too because of the rugby game at 7.30pm. We'll talk about that at the end.
There was France ... Cleo legit bought frog legs. That guy needs to go on the Monteith Wild Food challenge show. His goat burgers at the PA Markets at Easter were amazeballs.

Italy ..

Mexico! (Ole!) - obviously the best of the night.
I made Enchiladas and a Tomato & Beef Chili. Michelle made caramel lemon thingys (not Mexican but shhhhh, we couldn't find the cinnamon to make them Mexican) and Alfajores. Kath made spanish pilaf and Tyler made dorritos.
Ask Michelle for her Alfajore recipe ...


Maybe I'm food snob, but I only ate from our table. After sweating over the food all day, I had to enjoy it. And I did.

So the All Blacks took home the bledisloe cup tonight making it 11 years in Kiwi territory. It's was a bloody game with minor injuries. Newbie fly-half (Tom Taylor) got injured and Dagg kicked his first ever penalty to earn 3 points, but the highlight was Richie McCaw leading the haka at the beginning. I asked Coral if she'd like him to be her Uncle one day and she said no. Dreams are free.

27-16 to the All Blacks.
I'm watching the game rerun like a champ.


Back in 1993 when I was 14 and the proud owner of a Canon AE-1 Program SLR, back when digital cameras were in the works .. Tyler was born to my teenage older brother. Most of the baby photos I have of her are on film and/or taken with a digital camera with a really low resolution. She's the reason I never wanted kids of my own. She was going to be my one and only. Then Hubba came along and she became Larrys one and only ... the light of his life for those short 2 years. 2 kids has turned into 16 kids because you can't get away from them even if you tried.

You'd never think she was 20 because she argues once a week with 2 year old Hubba and loses most of the time.
Happy Birthday cabbage! Love you long time.
Getting old.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

"I got this"

On Sunday night.
Are you going to sleep in your own bed?
Yes. No. I'm scared.
It's ok. You're a big girl now.

Monday night.
I'll sleep in my bed.
Are you sure?
I got this! I'm a big girl now.

Night 2 in her own bed. Honestly .. I missed her in my bed more than she missed being in my bed. I kept asking her lastnight if she wanted to come into my bed and she said no. I even threw in the, 'but the monster under your bed might get you' and she refused.
7.30am this morning she crawled into my bed for an hour nap.

Show my things to Aunty Ness.
Ignore the color scheme .. I'll do something about it one day.

She continues to insist on a trampoline for her birthday despite telling her about the freak trampoline accident in the USA.

Blondie Spice got her hair did for her birthday from her Parentals. For the last ten years I thought 'foils' meant 'streaks'. I saw green streaks when she exited the salon today.


I got the text from my Mum regarding this yesterday afternoon.
She's the Hostel Manager at the school and was with him and the 8 paramedics that worked on him.
She's sad. I'm sad because she's sad.
It's all very sad.

I don't dislike death, I dislike the void and grief it leaves behind.
My heart is with his family .. and my Mum, who has been his stand-in Mum since the school year began.

Monday, August 19, 2013

Sad Monday.

It's funny how one text can throw your heart into your stomach and make the rest of your Monday a sad one. This is the case.

I hope they will be ok.
All of them.

PA League

I really dislike rugby league. It's very similar to rugby union, but you have 5 chances to get down to the try line. It's very fast and very boring for me. I don't plan to see the rest of the season out, despite how short it is, unless I really have to.

This is the B/reserves/seconds team. Jeston (first in the line) wasn't even on a minute and he hyper extended his elbow. That put my hand being shut in the trunk of the car by Hubba to shame.

The Prems team and the new kits. I thought the black was better. Reserves won to Hastings, Prems lost to Flaxmere. Let me repeat that .. they lost to Flaxmere.

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Rugby All Blacks vs Wallabies.

In a toe curling game, the All Blacks killed the Wallabies 47-29. McCaw played 72 minutes and had minor errors, but for someone who has been on a sabbatical for 9 months and has only played a few games before tonights game, his physique and play were perfection. The new scrum laws played out ok .. the snag was in the straight feed, which will take some getting use to. My personal man of the match would be been Ben Smith .. not Cruden.

Poor Quade Cooper needs some friends. Sometimes I wonder if he's purposely blotching play to give back to his home country NZ.

I went to League today (community) and reminded myself that I hate league.
I really do.
Photos tomorrow.

Friday, August 16, 2013

TGIF & Earthquakes.

Today's earthquake was different from the harsh rattle that was the last one. Sitting on the couch talking with cousin and Tyler, I felt like I was getting dizzy, but it was the house moving in a circular motion. I would have ruled it off as dizziness if it hadn't been for the pictures on the walls swaying. It measured at 6.2 in Seddon - south of here at a depth of 10km.

My brother, who has been down in Wellington for the last few weeks at Police Training College said it was a nice roll down those ways. It was followed by a 5.6 aftershock apparently and they've been having little shakes ever since. This kind of stuff always freaks my Mum out. She'd be a good dooms day prepper. She's going through her emergency stuff tomorrow for reassurance .. rolling my eyes now, but I'll probably be glad for it later.

There's going to be an earthquake tomorrow in Australia when the All Blacks beat the Wallabies. They're also using the new scrum engagement laws. I blogged once about collapsed scrums, which made me hate scrums. They're tedious and the resets are annoying. The new engagement rules consist of the props binding with their counterparts before the engagement of the packs. The ref then tells the halfback to feed the ball straight resulting in the shove applied by the opposition. These new rules are supposed to reduce injuries incurred during a scrum and are meant to be a time saver because if you're a rugby fan, you know that too many resets are hideous. Limiting the amount of scrums per game could have been another option, but resets awarded with penalties instead would take away from the actual game (like scrums do) and make getting points too easy. Bored yet? I could go on. I love rugby. So it's gone from: Crouch-Touch-Pause-Engage to Crouch-Touch-Set and now Crouch-Bind-Set.

Rugby League pre-season game tomorrow for PA.  I hate league. It's rugby with a touch of ADHD.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013


Michelle has been sick for the last few days, so she couldn't come to a girls only brunch this morning at Breakers.

Someone found the scissors and cut herself Dora the Explorer bangs/fringe. It's not straight and she cut alot off, but I like it!

Meet The Haven. It's what I call it now because of it's prime location and very snazzy decor. It's the cutest place you'll ever see in Bay View and Hubba wanted to sleep over.

Then we got home and I got a phone call that Michelle is in hospital. I thought she was getting better this morning when I called her. I stayed away from her house for the last few days just incase I caught what she had, which we thought she caught from bro-in-law Joel last weekend when we were in Auckland.  I am a crappy sister-in-law and I'm making up for it tonight taking 2 of her 4 kids. I managed to get the Relief Society President involved, my Mum - their grandmother, and made her take the worse 2 (Ness & Rome). Also balanced emotions of a paniced brother/husband who was ready to hop the next flight out of Mt. Isa to NZ. I don't know much on her situation .. but speaking of crappy, I'm also a crappy neighbor. My cousin lives next door and I didn't know she was pregnant. She had her baby on the back porch this morning and I found out on Facebook.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Slow Tuesday

The weather forecast lies today. It's supposed to be raining, but the sun is shining and the skies are blue. We call these days laundry days and there are 5 laundry baskets in this house, of 3, that are full. It's going to rain for the rest of the week apparently.

I had a dream yesterday to have the child draw on canvases so I can hang them in her bedroom, the bedroom she refuses to sleep in. I didn't want to clean paint, so I got crayons. It works - may fade sooner than paints, but the clean up is snap-your-fingers quicker.

On Saturday, the 17th, Larry and I will have been married for 13 years. I think we both stopped counting when we got sealed. Forever voids out the years. Either way, I'll spend my 'anniversary' watching the All Blacks take on the Wallabies in the opener for the next round of rugby tests. I'm excited for 2 reasons. 1. McCaw will play a full 80 minutes and 2. To prove this fool wrong and see a big win.


Sometimes you just don't feel like blogging despite the texts your sister sends you about updating.
Instead .. here's a song. It's a song by a Canadian jeweller, who wrote it when his Dad died 17 years ago.
I like it.

Kinda fits right now.

Friday, August 9, 2013

Happy Birthdays.

It's hard to believe that today, this fool turned 14. She was SO cute back then. She was nice, she was obedient, she was cute and she would always pay attention.

.. at 14, she's a moe-ron, but we love her!

Because their Dad is home now and won't be in a few weeks when Tyler (his first born) turns 20, we had a dual birthday party tonight. One side of the Pak n Save $14.98 cake has 20 candles, the other has 14.

Good evening with the birthday girls. We'll celebrate again in a few weeks when it's Tylers real birthday, but more importantly, it's Hubba's birthday soon.

Hubba, who wants a trampoline for her birthday. (Thanks birthday Santa)

Brother got his sleeve done while he's been home. He's in touch with the Samoan blood in us. Talofa Lava.

I don't know what my brother was thinking when he gave two of his children the same names as our younger brother and sister. They fight just like my brother and sister did when they were younger and I know as an adult I should not have taken succession photos, but it couldn't be helped. Jeston has boxing lessons twice a week and I felt today was the day he was going to upper cut his sister right in the chin and give back to her what she's been dishing out to him for the last 8 years.

It wasn't so.
He was the first one to cry and being the nice Aunty I am, I sat on the floor with him and iced his back after his sister pushed him into the corner of the couch. I should have taken photos of the bruising, but then I might get Cyfs on my doorstep.

I spent the whole day at my brothers house today. It wasn't as traumatic as I thought it might be.
It's bedtime.

The find.

I was doing a 'stock take' yesterday in our bathroom. Rummaging through the drawers to see how many tubes of toothpaste we had, whether or not we needed soap, where the aspirin was etc. I found Larry's hospital toiletree bag that had his bone carving in it. He hated taking it off and made sure that everytime he had to take it off, he knew where it was.

I knew he didn't have it on when he died because when they connected him into all the machines that night in the ICU and tried to get a line into his juggular, he couldn't have it on. I really hadn't thought of it since his death (258 days ago), but finding it made my day.

Bone carvings are polished animal bone carved into a design. Larry's carving was the Hei-Matau pendant which represents strength and abundance. I got it for him in 2001 when we first came to New Zealand together. He wore it all the time and over those 11 years only took it off for medical treatments.

I found it stained a yellowish color yesterday. It was pure white when I originally gave it to him. Being Maori, I should know how to take care of a bone carving, but I didn't. I googled how to care for it and how to bring the white back to it. I found the following:

Your bone carving is made of highly polished bone. This is a porous material and over time absorbs oils from your skin turning to a soft honey gold colour wherever it has been in contact with your skin. This is normal and one of the great beauties of bone crafted jewelry.

... I kinda love that reason and I'll never take it off unless I have to.

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...