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So shut up.

Let me bring you up to date if you've only started reading in the last few months. I thought I'd try my luck at Nursing school this year and enrolled. I lasted part of the semester before I told myself it wasn't for me. When I came to this decision, the first thing I thought of was the people I was going to disappoint. I got over it, eventually, and I told people on a need to know basis. I got a disturbing email today from someone who I thought should know better than to assume. "I knew you wouldn't last". Kinda pissed me off and I tried to put it out of my mind by thinking swear words to describe her. It grated me all day and I wrote up a reply and was ready to send it pending a spell check. That's when spell check told me that I had spelled the F word wrong seventeen times, which led me to think I might need Jesus when responding. Decided not to dignify her with a response, but instead sent her a link to a song on youtube. I don't want to r

Pop.

Someone with an alias on FB has been scanning and cleaning up some old negatives of our Pops, and they're awesome. I appreciate him for sharing, but it didn't stop my Mum from crapping a brick at the fact that her brother (may he rest in peace) gave Mr. Alias the OG negatives some years ago. My LOLs for the day.

Theme Song.

Have you ever wondered what it sounds like when you die? If there's music or sound in general, or if it's just a woosh of the wind and you're there. I thought for years that there would at least be a chorus of something playing as I move from this world to that and for years I imagined the song being Kenneth Copes Alleluia. I wanted that song for everyone and even learned it on the piano to play at the funeral of my loved ones. That was back when I thought I would have been a stronger person to be able to do it. One of my VT sisters lives across the road with her husband and their kids. She has been ill for a while now. We all grew up together. I am closer with her husband than I am with her because we've been neighbors since birth. I am her Visiting Teacher and he is my Home Teacher. I have a lot of admiration for them because I have been where they are now. She is pretty amazing. I've only come to learn this since I began Visiting Teaching her and when she sha

Dinner with the family.

The Livian is off again tomorrow for a new round of Fifo work. Dinner tonight with the rest of them, minus the Parentals who had a grand-child free evening planned. BBQ season. Yes. Veni is best BBQ'd with celery salt and butter. Los Ninos. .. and then there's Shaily, who looks like a character from Twilight with her pancake mix make-up.

An experiment.

I'll call it ... ... Red Velvet fudge.

6am start.

I heard Hubba race down the hall this morning to meet the toilet. She has a fragile digestive system and if she has the wrong food, it's a digestive explosion. It's happened twice this week and it's a combined effort of people giving her bad food and her sneaking bad food from the fridge (like drinking milk straight from the milk bottle). I tried to go back to bed at 6.15, but every 15 minutes I'd hear the call, "I'm finished". Gave up. Washed my curtains last night and felt claustrophobic when I had to keep my blinds closed all night. I have a thing for closed curtains during the day. It just irks me and before I go to bed I open everything up so I know it's day time otherwise, I'd never get up. Then I got all sentimental when I saw the dude taking my wheelie bin away. I cancelled my subscription because if I'm paying a waste levy in my rates AND a trade waste charge, why am I paying $400 a year for a dude to come get it? I got sentiment

Muy Bien.

Drawing with pastels. She has learned how to write her name. Sometimes mistakes a T for a J, but it's a work in progress. She likes pastels better than crayons. I suppose if they weren't the KMart $3 crayons it would make a difference. It's like drawing with ear wax when you buy cheap crayons. Smudging. A day outside. It may have been wrong to teach her how to strike a match and set your back yard bonfire alight, but in the case of an Apocalypse that sends us into survival mode, it will be knowledge well learned. Letters & numbers chart. Muy bien. Trip to the park today. Spelling her name with blocks. Lucky her name is simple. I think at 15, Shailahzay is still learning how to spell her name. She's been asking for plants since she saw Ngawi's tomato plants. The cilantro could use some viagra. Snow in Spring.

Maori Culture

I like the maori culture when it's sweet, graceful and skillful. Not loud, off pitch and savage-like. I also remember, as a pre-teen, that women acting savage during a performance was taboo. I missed the memo when it was, apparently, un-vetoed. When The Spice Girls did the haka years ago, they were criticized. When Beyonce did it last year, everyone thought it was amazing. I didn't. It made me cringe.

End of another week.

After a week, someone knows how to use a mouse. There was alot of yelling at eachother, but after the sticker we were back on the same page. She also has a game where she matches the letters on the keyboard to the letters on the screen. Success with the computer. Shaily and her friend Destanee .. who don't look anything alike. The newest Livian. Neo. She and Shaily look alike. Rome dancing. Imagine a giraffe with a broken ankle. This is how Rome dances. "Can I have a race track?" White bait season.  White bait are galaxiids and are tasty as fritters. I'd been in search for the best sauce to serve with white bait fritters for years and I found it tonight. Lemon. Just lemon. i Thanks Papa Greg. And thanks Mitchy for the coconut buns. They were delish. Then there was church today, which surprisingly, was great. I don't know what was in the air today, but it was a delight to be there. Talked to one of the amazing sisters in the ward and primary ra

Love is here.

"The most common sensation of being touched by a paranormal entity is the sensation of tingles or goose bumps. One often feels a static charge as they are being touched. Sometimes it is best described as walking into an electrical cobweb". Now and again I write in a personal journal. I sit in bed and do it. I enter into that journal maybe once or twice a month. I call it "The Book of Woes", because I only seem to write in there when I'm troubled about something.While writing in it last night, I felt a great sense of hopelessness. I detailed the future reader of my concerns, closed the book and lay in the dark facing a photo on the wall of Larry and I. I'd open my eyes to look at the picture, then close them again and as time went on, the gap between opening and closing grew. A warmer night, Hubba had pushed the blankets down so they sat at her feet and at my hips. I felt the tingling wrap around me first, then rest on my face. I lay there taking in the

Sisters visit.

Sister called earlier in the week to tell me she had scored some Grab-A-Seat tickets from AirNZ for $40 so she was making the trip on Thursday (today) and leaving tomorrow. I cleaned my house and everything for this visit. We went to Napier super early. All the way there Hubba was excited that she was going to see Jasiah and Bebby. Can we go to the airport now? We might miss their plane! I think they landed. I can hear the plane! (it was the waves crashing). There's their plane, but why are they leaving? I told you we'd miss them now they're going home! There's the plane! I can see Jasiahs plane. I can't wait to see Jasiah and Bebin!!! Here they come! Here they come! That's Jasiahs plane. He's on it, but he's not driving it because he's only 4, but he's 5 soon. They're gonna get off soon. Here they come! Jasiahs getting off first and then Aunty Ness and Bebin. We wait. I expected to see my little sister getting off the plane