Category Archives: Miscellaneous

‘One More Nail in the Coffin of Discrimination’

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I know I usually shy away for politic-fuelled posts on this blog, and I will continue to do so – but I wanted to give you all the opportunity to break from your usual blog perusal and consider something a little bigger than ourselves.

Last night New Zealand Parliament passed legislation to legalise same-sex marriage.  One of only 13 countries in the world to do so.

“marriage means the union of 2 people, regardless of their sex, sexual orientation, or gender identity”

The Bill to re-define marriage in these words passed 77 votes to 44, in front of a packed house.

I’m proud of you, New Zealand.
(And it’s about bloody time!)

 

Valentines Day

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While I would love to wish you all a lovely Valentines Day, I do believe that The Oatmeal has covered off the topic particularly well. You should check it out here.

And if you’re about to question my motivations, please remember that “I like you so much I’d dragon kick a baby for you”. It’s indisputable.

Busy With R&R

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20121028-194925.jpgIt’s been a busy weekend. Kind of. I’ve been busy relaxing, out of the city.

But with the A&P show in Clareville this weekend, my weekend of relaxing wasn’t spent lazing about in the sun on my parents’ lawn. It was spent swanning around the show grounds, petting donkeys [insert ass joke here], and traipsing through poop. There was a lot of poop.
20121028-194940.jpg20121028-194947.jpg20121028-194954.jpgThere was also an extremely cute, hyperactive goat that butted the phone every time I tried to take a photo. I stood out like a real city-girl. But then I got the uncontrollable giggles and even the goat pretended not to see. Win.

My family also took me out to dinner at one of the restaurants in Masterton where we proceeded to stuff our faces full of tasty, tasty food. Weight loss fail. And my lil’ bro took the challenge of a garlic bread starter, a porterhouse steak with fries and a plate of BBQ pork ribs for the main course, and another garlic bread for dessert. There were no leftovers. Doggie bag unused. The wait staff checked in continuously. It’s probably safe to say someone won some cash on a little under the table wager.20121028-200656.jpgAnd as it I hadn’t pushed my luck enough this weekend, I went shopping for new jeans this morning. And found a pair. One size smaller than the last pair. Butt shot!
20121028-201250.jpg Now I’m back in Wellington (shot from the train above) nursing a food-hangover and a face of sugar-triggered pimples.

I’m going to go for a run tomorrow morning and nothing short of a natural disaster is going to stop me.

What’d you get up to this weekend?

Off to a Good Start

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20121026-185409.jpgDon’t mind me, I’m just making myself comfortable here on the train. I’ve got the table in front of me sorted: Coke Zero, rice ball, iPad and ten-trip train ticket. I’m styling dark wash jeans, bare feet and one hard-core bun that I wore to work. Glee tunes rocking through the headphones. My Friday night is well and truly rockin’. Be jealous.

The train is just pulling out of the station, the evening sun is burning into my sunglass-less eyes and the child in the seat infront may or may not have just, erm, soiled something. I still love public transport, though. Maybe that’s even why I prefer it. The people watching. The stories. This train (from the city to the Wairarapa) has offered many stories since my parents moved out there in 2010. If you behave you might even get to hear some. One day.

All in all, it’s been a pretty good week.

I turned 24 on Sunday, to much hypothetical fanfare and confetti. I particularly enjoyed the confetti. I’m told that this does not make me old, just… closer to being not-so-young. I’ll take it. Afterall, growing old is mandatory but growing up is optional.

I also realised that I now fit my fitted pant suit. Note I said fit, not fit into. Success! This is a suit my parents bought me four years ago for a job interview that got me out of one dark, nasty place, and (in a round-about-way) helped me land the career-making job I’m in today. They are clearly magic, life-changing pants. Whoot.

And to round off the week-of-awesome, I’m on the way to my parents place to visit The Dogs. Including the gorgeous Nelson (below, at 8 weeks) who since moving in with my olds has become quite the gangly-limbed gentleman (see the photo taken by Mum for my birthday, above, he’s the one on the right). Yup, my Fur Baby is awesome. Like the two gorgeous wonder-boys he gets to live with.

Party at Amy’s parents’ this weekend!
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Mother Knows Best, Right?

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Throughout my life, my mother has shared horror stories about Murphy and his horrible laws.   Couple that with real horror stories about her work as a nurse, and you could possibly even think that my twisted view on some things is actually explainable.

Apparently, if you’re going to be in an accident, it’ll be on the day that you’re wearing your least attractive underwear.  Probably a pair of underpants that hitch up above your belly button.  And a bra so old it’s grey and the underwire’s no longer cupping your boob, but poking at a pimple under your arm.  [Murphy's Law]

And though having to be cut out of leather pants in an emergency room is not ideal.  It’s even worse when you’re not wearing any underwear (heaven forbid the medical staff should judge you). [True story]

Stories.  Stories.  So many stories.

I can only assume from these stories that she was suggesting that everyone should wear the nicest possible underwear at all times.  You know, in the interest of safety.

And you can’t put a price of safety.

So there’s no point in feeling guilty about spending lots of money on such pretty things.  Especially when they’re on sale.

It’s in the interest of self-preservation.  And protecting those around you.  No accidents around here.

Because mother knows best, right?

Monday Motivation

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Today’s Monday (look at me stating the obvious!). You know what that means? That means it’s the start of a whole new week. YOUR week. The week that will support you through to reaching your goals.

So, by that logic, Mondays are awesome?

Yes.

Mondays are awesome.

If you’re just starting your Monday, about to head out on the slow commute to work, to drop the kids off at school – or better yet, on your way to the gym – I implore you to do so with gusto. Oomph. You go gets your Monday mojo, uh huh!

And for those of you who are winding down for the evening in the Pacific, what did you achieve today? What mischief did you get into?

I met up with a friend who I hadn’t seen in too long for a drink after work and had a soul-cleansing heart-to-heart, as you do. A chat up with a friend who just gets ya (and not just because you’ve seen each other half naked in the gym changing room).

Wearing my inspiration like a badge on my large, flannelette pajamas, I’ve already packed my gym bag and it’s sitting by the door waiting for me to grab it first thing tomorrow morning. After all, what could possibly be better than a Monday?

Tuesday.

It’s going to be awesome.


(And no, I haven’t taken anything)