Monday, May 25, 2015

How not to negotiate.

9PM. Supposed to be fast asleep in bed. I hear slow light foot steps coming towards me in the hallway.

What are you watching?
Nothing you'd understand.
But I understand Lord of the Rings.
Tell me what happened on Lord of the Rings?
Well. There was a hobbit and then Dobby followed him because he wanted the magic ring back from the unicorn and then they might fly around on the broom sticks and kill the zombies.
Go to bed.
But I want to sleep in your bed.
You're supposed to be a big girl.
I'm really not. My undies only say size 4 year old. I'm not five till September two.
Why won't you sleep in your own room?
My room is dumb. I hate my red blanket and I love your bed because your blanket is white.
What if I turned Despicable Me on in your room?
What if you put the TV in your room and I can watch 'Spicable Me in your bed?
*cries for an hour until rashes flare up on her arms*
Gave up.

Fell asleep before the Universal rotated around Earth to it's resting position on the opening credits.

While watching TV ...

The big day is tomorrow.


It's snowing at sea level in Hawkes Bay.
PA is 22 meters above sea level and the sun is shining with no snow.
The weather God's have ripped us off.

Meanwhile, out at my Dads 262 m above sea level.

Saturday, May 23, 2015


My phones are off for a week because of spooky people.
I need not know your woes for I have my own.

Friday, May 22, 2015

Go away.

One of those days when you let everything get to you and in turn you despise everything, everyone and their problems. You tell yourself you don't care, but you do because it's hard not to and when you've taken your fill and it's your turn to comment, all I want to say is ..

I come home to an empty house every day with a 4 year old who falls asleep 6 whole hours before me. My best friend is on a canvas on the wall over a blue chair that he should be sitting on.

Enjoy what you have while you have it.
The heartache is very real when you don't have it.
Not a happy day today.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015


Started working on a Maths book in January. She has issues with the number 7 sounding like the number 11 and she counts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 11, 12, 13 etc. So we had a 30 minute session about rhymes and when I asked her what rhymes with duck, she gave me an answer that sent us into a 30 minute session about profanity.
My own fault. I shouldn't say it, but there are so many cabbages in my life that keep it in my vocab.

Finished Mathematics Book 1! Joyous.

The Hunter went hunting and bought back some venison so we loaded our freezers for winter. I took my pack and we fried up some back straps for lunch.

Stuff the cholesterol. You have to fry that ish in butter to compliment the earthy taste. It would have been perfection rubbed with some ancho chile and fried in lime butter, but plain butter and salt is second to that.

Toast, egg, onion and veni. Boom.

Off to see the newest members of the farm.

Meet Milkshake and Chocolate, the new goats.

They're pretty cute. Even I thought they were cute and wasn't thinking about marinating their forequarters in sweet n sticky BBQ sauce.

They're just babies and Hubba-Roo loves them mucho!

My Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard ...

Tyler is home in 13 days.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Don't talk to me when I'm painting!

Tried to avoid painting for another week. Because of the powdered stuff and having to make it all up yourself, I tried to remove it from her mind until I got the time to replace it with faux paint that's more manageable. No dice. She woke up this morning and decided today is the day I paint.

Love that the school send her all the resources she needs. Another reason home schooling is a favorite. Stationary lists at the beginning of the year for public schools are pretty ridiculous. Four USB sticks later and my nephew has never ever mentioned the need for a USB at school. Their stationary goes into the common pot.

Anyway .. painting.

Very serious.

She enjoyed it and we'll do it all again tomorrow.

Monday, May 18, 2015

Study, Assessments etc.

Sometimes assessments are that boring.

Sunday, May 17, 2015


There are cliques here and I'm not a part of one. You see it at church when groups talk about events where it seems you weren't invited to. You see it on Facebook where groups are formed and you aren't a member. You see it when you miss the memo and raise your hand when no one else does.

Irritating, and it makes the place suck just a little bit more.

Which brings me to attachment. I have a strong connection with this place where I live, but often the people here take claim on the place as a possession. In the past this place has fed me, supported me and inspired me. This place doesn't belong to us, we belong to this place. If we keep it vigorous, it will preserve the circle of life on which we depend, but we don't because there are cliques.

We need to rediscover the need to nurture and be nurtured because this is what gives this place it's unique character. It takes time and effort, but by understanding and caring for each other we can choose between just having a place to live in with others, or belonging to a home with one common clique.

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Week 20 - Colors at home.

How to tell your kid is watching too much Sheriff Callie's Wild West.

A day at home today in front of the fire and TV.
Hello Grey's Anatomy and Scandal.

Friday, May 15, 2015

3 weeks and counting!

Denver - New Hampshire - Washington DC - New York - Toronto - Los Angeles - New Zealand.
Kãore ãno kia mutu.
15 more days.
All out of order and taken from Facebook.

ETA - June 2.
Ka Kite.

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Those ginger cats.

Eventually I knew I'd have to say it to someone.

Ok sooo, who's Mum? says the ED Nurse.
I'm Mum and she's Mum (pointing to Mitch), but we're not lesbians!

Hubba's friendship with cats, and possibly feijoa trees, is over. When she came back from The Farmers house tonight rubbing her eyes, like they were two winning instant kiwi tickets, I saw her eyes swell up quicker than you could say these nuts. Whatever it was that sparked the allergic reaction, it was enough to worry and take her to the hospital.

Did not pre-warn Mummy Mitch enough and had to tell her not to cry when she arrived at the A&E.

Tonight, as a parent, I learned that you have to be braver than your child during a scary time. Her eyes got worse during the drive to the hospital and at one point she said she couldn't see anything and began to panic when I told her to hold my hand and she couldn't see it in front of her. Silence means panic and you can't do that to a four-year old. A few years of parenting under my sleeve, I reassured her we were nearly at the hospital and that the Doctors were waiting to fix her right up.

An hour later it was back to issuing her with death threats on the down-low because she was acting the fool.

Home again and fast asleep ... not in her own bed.