Tuesday, June 27, 2017


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.

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"

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Tikanga - customs.

I've been learning about Tikanga. The main reason being that I wanted to know that our local marae was running properly. What I've read thus far negates anything I've seen being done in the last few years at the marae.

Tikanga Maori by Hirini Moko Mead tells you how the education of Tikanga came about. It all had to do with rugby and the apartheid in South Africa. Interesting story that I won't go into here, but in 1979 it became a course as a part of Maori Studies at Vic Uni.

I was speaking with someone recently who told me that there is no value in learning tikanga. There is no relevancy for it inside and outside of New Zealand. Half way through the Living by Maori Values book, I quickly learned that it was a pretty racist thing for her to say and if I really wanted to, she'd have no job because of her comments.

I always wondered why I always got told off for leaving the hair brush on the kitchen table or for brushing my hair in the kitchen. The body is tapu (sacred) and food is noa (common). Don't wash the towels with your clothes. Don't sit on pillows because it is for the head, which is the most tapu part of the body because it processes and stores knowledge. Don't step over people, it's a sign of disrespect and a few other customs that made me realize my Aunties had been teaching me tikanga my whole life.

What it has taught me is that our marae is definitely not running properly. That is obvious externally and internally. Tikanga maori is learned by observing and practicing. All I've learned in the last year from my extended family is that they oppose each other like school kids. After Tane-Mahuta separated his parents, his brother - Tawhirimatea (Wind God) took issue with the separation and vowed revenge. In turn, he heaved winds and storms at his brothers. The only one who withheld Tawhirimatea's rage was Tumatauenga, the God of Man. He decided all his brothers were weak, got angry about it and turned the children of Tane-mahuta and Tangaroa into food and materials.

What's the point of this story?
It's a perfect example of seeing something tapu (sacred) turning into something noa (common).

Our marae hasn't been sacred for years. It's currently in a state of noa because of it's own people, who make up a family. My family. I now know enough to decide that my association with my marae will be minimal until they get their tūtae together.

Nga mihi.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Indy is back.

3 months est.

I am the reigning champion in the casa at the moment.

Friday, June 9, 2017

Ngawi & Nanny Bevs

This guy is 9 today. He's spent the last week in The Wairarapa so we didn't get to see him today. Happy Birthday Ngawizzle! You're my favorite nephew starting with an N.

Tashi's Mum, Nanny Bevs (Ngawi's grandmother) died this morning after a short but aggressive cancer battle. A few nights ago I asked Tashi to whisper in her ear to give Larry and the Aunties a big cuddle when she gets there, from me and Hubs. It warms me to know that I can get messages to him one way or the other and so today, I am happy for her.
She was a great lady.

Big awhi's to the Flood family tonight even though I know you guys are all happy she's with Papa George now.


Babies coming out my ears.

He can barely fit in his bath. It's the first time his mother has given him a bath at home. She'd been too lazy chicken for 3 months.

AviVi came tonight for a few hours.
It was nice just us two!
We danced. We ate. We sang and we yelled at Tyler.

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Beginning of June.

I like to pull teeth. This one was hanging by a thread and it took ten minutes to coax her into letting me touch it. When I did, it pretty much came out without hurting her. She was surprised it didn't hurt up until she saw blood on the tissue. That's when she decided she was dying and cried.

Photos by Hubba from around the house.
I need to clean my house.

The trip to Auckland.

And finally ... after 16 years on my NZ Restricted License, I got my Full today. I failed it last week and was pretty upset about it, then I realized blindspots really were important and tried again. Now I can rent a car and drive to 24-Hour McDonalds w-h-e-n-e-v-e-r.

Now we don't have to tell the kids to tell the policemen we're life partners when we get pulled up Mitchy!

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...