Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Love it.

Morgan James is my favorite Post Modern Jukeboxer.
I just downloaded the entire discography of New Kids on the Block.
I am not ashamed to love them.

Monday, July 6, 2015

First Monday of the school holidays.

Note to self:
Rome + Soda =

The Arabs are home for their annual visit. Picked up Miss Maia from the airport this afternoon. The airport was so packed I was getting claustrophobic. It's a teeny tiny airport, but it's the first time I've seen 3 planes parked up ready for take off.
Stopped for lunch at Pandora.

The plane from Wellington was late ...

... but we got her.

Playing truant from FHE tonight at my Grandmothers.
Toy Story is on ... priorities.
Not really.
Sick kid.
And Toy Story.

Week 26 - If at first you don't succeed.

She's been trying to whistle for the last month. I didn't know how to show a succession of whistling photos. That idea didn't work for week 26. Blowing bubbles has been easy for her, but blowing big bubbles has not. Thanks to Sisters Hubba Bubba repayment, week 26 got done.







She's also a gun at whistling ... inhale whistling. She has not yet figured out exhale whistling.

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Sick.

I've been sick since Wednesday with the flu. It gradually got worse and last night I thought I might die. I told my Mum this afternoon that at one point of the night I seriously thought I was going to be paralyzed and forever confined to a wheelchair. She laughed. I know it's a mixture fever, being emotional and physical pain that causes one to believe they're about to die while sick. Every time I get a flu shot this happens.

Thankful for Tyler who babysat unaware last night. Hubba even slept in Tyler's bed and one night without someone who rotates like a chopper all night was bliss. I had visitors all day yesterday some of which I don't recall having conversations with and others I'm certain I had conversations with but they didn't even visit.

School this week was short, but fulfilling.




Taking it easy for the rest of the weekend so I can be on top of my game again next week.
Hurricanes vs Highlanders kick off at 7.30. We're watching to spot Papa Greg who is at the game tonight.

You're welcome Nina!

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

A room without a roof.

I saw the outburst of posts regarding the legalization of same-sex marriage. I remember Prop 8 in California a few years ago and a guy giving stickers out at church one Sunday. I took two of his Prop 8 stickers and stuck them in the middle of the guys windscreen on the way out of church that day. The 12th Article of Faith forbids us from protesting by sustaining the law of the land. As far as I'm concerned, that's how I understand that article of faith.

New Zealand legalized same-sex marriages back in 2013.  Two friends I went to an LDS school with got married shortly after. They'd been together for 12 years. I was happy for them because they were happy.

I will not judge who someone chooses to love or marry if I am not judged for remaining firm in believing what I do.

It's as simple as that.

Monday, June 29, 2015

School Monday.

Fun with magnets. A bit of a headache because I have to make sure all are accounted for at the end of game play. They all need to be returned when our month is over. Those resources make me clean my house. Spent a week looking for a rectangle block a few months ago.

Identifying numbers. She can identify up to 12 and count up to 14 before she starts back at one again. No sweat with colors. I called out a number with color for this game and she'd bring it to me. Similar to bingo except it took a whole hour to do 52 cards. Score 50/52. Not bad, not  bad at all.




She's pretty serious with a screw driver. We have to make something before the 20th for a carpentry project. Trying to avoid it, but she likes to remind me about how she'd like to use the hammer and nails. I'm thinking more along the lines of glue and Popsicle sticks.







May this week be carefree and without incidents that barricade the way to next Monday.
Sister-Blister.

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Foodie Sunday.

Church was great because there were not many kids there. Great I tell you, great.
The thing about a pregnated Mitchy is that her and food right now are best friends. Her undateable ways make her a little neurotic when it comes to consumption. She's the best man to hang out with right now.
Camarone ceviche bowls for lunch.

Jelly tip is all the rage at the moment. Pak n Save now offer limited addition Jelly Tip Toffee Pops by Griffins. I wish you could all taste them my internet compadres not in New Zealand.

I did not win the lotto last night. Some lucky person did in Rotorua.
Damnit.
Week 26 Capture Real Life in 52 weeks:
Watercolor Mini Album.
No bueno.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Tu solo tu.

Went on the hunt today for the newest Whittaker's chocolate. Jelly tip. Jelly tip is an ice-cream bar that has been around for as long as I can remember. It was always my preference and when they came out with the litre jelly tip ice cream a few years ago, I pretty much thought it was the second coming.
After heading to Countdown for a lotto ticket mandarins, I headed to the big yellow shop and found 2 left on the shelves.

It's fantastical. Best food for the super rugby semi's tonight.

Let's do this Hurricanes.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

A day with Bebi.

Didn't go to the funeral today, I had a sick Bebi.
He loves his Hubba and even though I've watched Up three times today, I still have my chi.






Tuesday, June 23, 2015

This week.

I read that when you take a course of anti-biotics, the yogurt they suggest you consume to avoid losing good bacteria doesn't work it's magic if it's purchased in the 6-pack pots. I know this. After mini-researching the benefits of yogurt I found that there are none when the yogurt is purchased in a pot. Good stuff is lost. Even those little pro-biotic ones you can buy in the small bottles won't give you the magic you need when fighting off an infection that requires anti-biotics.

Moral of the story. Nan got us one of those yogurt makers. Good for Hubba's gluten intolerance because there are more gluten free flavors and it's a better source of cultured bacteria.
We made some this morning.





Devices have become babysitters. Hubba's iPod is strictly for music and child-friendly music at that. Nothing wrong with a 4 year old listening to Karma Chameleon or The Carpenters. There are no games on her iPod. What games she does have are on my iPod and all four are Sight Word games. Naturally she detests me for it because everyone around her plays games, but seriously .. what's she going to learn from dodging trains?

Sight Words by Grasshopper Apps.

BLT's for dinner last night.

#17 is cooking.
Fifo Craig.
Mitchy is scandalous!

Paying respects at the marae tonight where Charles is laying in state, I witnessed something unusual while watching my Nana (Dad's mum) across the room. I leaned towards Mitchy and asked ...
Did Nana just spit on the floor?
Something I never thought I'd say in my life ... or witness.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Guess the song.

video
Wrong.
Sundown by Gordon Lightfoot.

My music professor once told me that if you tune your kids into every genre of song there is on the planet, they will become more musically aware and incline. Our car CD currently rocks music from Orange Colored Sky by Nat King Cole to All hands on Deck by Tinashe.

Flash! Bam! Alacazam! All in front, all in the back just like that ...

Saturday, June 20, 2015

On a happier note ...

Once upon a time in 1985 I walked early to church one morning with my mother and sister. We wore matching denim dresses even though we weren't twins. She always dressed us the same. Ever the example, my Mum stopped into the shop just across the road from the chapel and bought us both a Hubba Bubba bubble gum each.

Flavor, original.

We sat in the chapel. I ate one from my pack and sister ate three from her pack.  We gave our packs of bubble gum to our Mum and then, as you do at the chapel as a child, had a race under the middle pews.

Can't remember who won, but what I do remember is when we got back to our Mum to retrieve our gum, my sister insisted the bigger pack belonged to her. I know it didn't for a few reasons.
1. I know I only had one piece.
2. The clump of gum in her mouth was huge because she was chewing three pieces.

I tried to point this out to my Mum, but my sister convinced her that the bigger pack was hers.

Scarred for life, I accepted defeat and silently held a grudge. Told myself every day since 1985 that my Mum does not love my sister more than me just because she gave her the bigger Hubba Bubba pack, but that she loves us equally.

Fast forward to a few weeks ago. We were sitting in the lounge at my Mums. Me, my sister and our Mum. As kids climbed over us and screamed the house down, I told them I had a bone to pick with them and relayed the above story.

My sister laughed about it and my Mum rolled her eyes.

This morning in the mail.

Now .. about that time you stole the vodka from my bedroom at 16.

Somber

My family, as in my parents and siblings, never lived the Fa'a Samoa way. On the Islands, the Samoan way is more common than not. It is the cultural way of life. It's respecting, first, your matai or father and owing all respects to those in authority. If your matai says jump, you jump. If your matai says sing, you sing. If your matai says put your finances into the common pot, you are giving him rule over where that money goes. It's mandatory obedience at a whole other level.

It's not just practised on the Islands. It migrated with families who instilled it in their traditions. It is not a fair way or a humanizing way, but it is what it is for the people who live it.

My extended aiga practise it.

Tyler woke me up this morning to tell me a cousin on my Samoan side had committed suicide over night and the first thing I thought of was The Samoan Way.

Suicide is a tricky one. There have been mixed comments this morning with words ranging from sorry to selfish. Some of us don't stop to think about ones state of mind at the time and events or traditions in their lives that are negative. It plays a huge part in the act and yet we still say selfish.

Only God knows your heart.
Only God will judge.

For Charles.