“If you were all alone in the universe with no one to talk to, no one with which to share the beauty of the stars, to laugh with, to touch, what would be your purpose in life? It is other life, it is love, which gives your life meaning. This is harmony. We must discover the joy of each other, the joy of challenge, the joy of growth.” — Mitsugi Saotome
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
it's the shrieking weekend baby, they're about to have them some fun...
the big picnic
over the road
and now it's
the big yellow bus trip
to the beach...
Friday, November 27, 2009
Well, Gran, you might have noticed that my boyfriend glitters. It’s just something he does in the sun. Don’t worry about it…
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
P.S. i'm still Team Fozzie X
Monday, November 23, 2009
happy birthday charlie boy
and when you play bella's lullaby
on the piano, it makes me go all sniffy.
today you got an excellence grade for
a french test two years ahead of yourself.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
two and a half seconds of fame
it's been about three decades since i was last on telly - 'twas when my dad was involved in a project with vietnamese refugees in the late 1970s. i remember the bright lights shining in my eyes, but i didn't see myself onscreen. oh how i love today's technology. and replays. and screen prints:
yep. that's me'n'the girls having a hilarious two and a half seconds with the PRIME MINISTER, during our girls' weekend in the sunny seaside town of whangamata...
so, we arrived early afternoon, and after a glass or two of bubbles to celebrate, we turned up at the marina, which was being opened, controversially, at two o'clock. i said that the PM would probably arrive by helicopter, so while we were waiting, we all wove our way to to the front of the oldies to get a good vantage point. and dared each other to shake his hand. so mags nipped over to the other side of the throng to take a photo of the shake, and of course i pushed to the front of the queue, and thrust out my arm!!! i admit i sorta got celeb'd out and gushed "lovely to meet you!" cos he's a nice guy (no i didn't vote nats in the election).
anyway, after the legendary shake, ang said out loud that she wished we had a photo, and the PM's delish bodyguard offered us to have one!!!! and the tv cameras were rolling... and (to cut this ridiculous ramble off at the kneecaps) here we are!!!!! (fast forward to the 53rd second) (PS the footage was taken before the formalities, which we *ahem* skipped.
cos we had a date with the Air Force One chopper pilots.)
oh, more photos:
Monday, November 16, 2009
twirly whirly swirly girly
oh but guess what: it wasn't the usual house full of boys either. Danny's teenage/twenty year old Bachelor mates are acquiring beautiful girlfriends!!! one of whom came to our place wearing an amazingly soft, extremely long, twirly whirly swirly skirt.
so while the lads ate everything in our fridge and the leftover lasagne and some peachy white choc muffins that i made cos they looked so hungry, and watched old Chuck Norris movies, the chicks and i ate all the chocolate from the secret stash and Beautiful Girlfriend let me in on the secret of her op shop skirt, which turned out to be a bunch of rectangles and triangles all holding hands in a twirly whirly swirly circle.
which immediately called for another refabriKATEd moment:
enter a chocolate sheet, a bit of measuring with the width of a little piece of paper, some rippage and freehand triangle-cutting.
a sleep. well, actually, everyone's carriages turned into pumpkins and so the kids turned the lights off and went to bed and i thought i'd better follow suit.
a seven o'clock wake up call,
followed by a two-hour dawn stint while mick snuggled in the parental bed hushedly watching a movie.
(yes that *is* woozie's sewing machine propped up on the bed. we had to keep the noise down for the sleeper-inners.)
(yes, i switcheroo'd the sewing machine with the overlocker. actually i sewed rectangles to triangles on the overlocker and then i stitched the seams on the sewing machine. yeah. backwards.)
another hour while as others drifted in for a veggie intake. a bit of advice from woozie as to elastic waistband tricksies (which i thought i took a photo of, but hey, it seems i did not)...
and it's amazingly long.
and extremely soft.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
making the grade
this year has been
such a big deal.
i'm just a mummy,
trying to renegotiate
all year long,
i've felt i've had to
some days i thought
i wouldn't make it.
but, i dunnit.
this piece of
is finally mine. go me:
i'd like to thank
Saturday, November 14, 2009
salt tequila lemon
...or maybe it was the other way around.
anyway, i think this is the last of the sillybrations,
cos *ahem* the serious job starts on monday.
oh, it's not a real teachy job, it's exam supervision.
and i will get paid - dollars - can't remember how that feels.
and guess what? a whole new wardrobe just fell out of the sky.
well, three skirts did. yeah, i'm gonna wear a skirt.
so i'm not gonna wear jeans. woo woo kangaroo.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
it’s been quite a while since i had a navel-gazing convo. i spotted this today,while thinking about posting a purse or two to mocha momma's school-girls. if you're feeling pur-purse-fully posty too, you can join in here.
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saying no to:
the overwhelmingness of smint, espresso, essay, essay, espresso, smint.
ignoring my children in favour of the above.
saying yes to:
P!NK* by *Christmas: go the abs!
making the bed.
all the kids at home for the summer.
daisies on the back lawn.
endless hot sunshine.
the inside of the box.
infinity and beyond.
deeply inspired by:
the usual: musicians, poets, artists.
Bulldog's grasp of all the strings.
the way that our kids continue to bounce.
making sure that everyone is happy.
nail polish on my toes.
in love with:
all things hippie.
Paris in the summertime.
cinnamon-scented candle wax.
the big wide open spaces.
a perfect moment, slightly mis-timed, and
little fingerprints that made it all better.
the road less-travelled.
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