Time, we have to use it wisely. This month of July is nearly over, Twenty Fridays left until Christmas, so they say, so that means twenty pay days left...eek.
Oh my goodness, I've got my Mum, two daughter's and two brother's birthdays to pay out for in that time, I should start saving more but I have to spend some on the fabulous top I spotted, that book I like the cover of, then there's that trip out of town next weekend.
I better put my wine glass down and start making a new plan. I'm feeling slightly worse now that my head has cleared, as I discover my year will zoom quicker than I imagined. The situation needs my attention sooner rather than later.
Only a few months ago, I had a crazy idea that this year instead of staying at home to detox on lettuce leaves over our summer break, with the essential wine or three, I would put away a little extra every week so we could rent a beach house for us all to spend Christmas together ( relaxing away after a busy, hard work year )
O.K maybe this is next years plan and I'm super ahead of myself, yeah, that's it! next year, in that case I have heaps of time... phew.
Now, where did I leave my glass of wine?
Tuesday, 28 July 2015
Wednesday, 1 July 2015
Clear Winter Days in the Bay
While it is cold , the mornings frosty and light winds, our days are fabulous! The sky is so blue and the clouds are like dollops of candy floss. When we wonder along the shore as the tide is coming in we notice the beauty of patterns. The small shells rolled into rope like formations, the waves with their white crests interweave and overlap each other as they roll towards the shore. Even the gulls make patterns as they stand to attention. We enjoy the pattern of our breathing as we inhale and exhale this wonderful clear and fresh air. Looking out to sea we dream about the origins of the little islands that dot the coastline. We marvel at the natural vegetation and how it clings to bare rock. These short, free, peaceful meditations put our lives in perspective.
Sunday, 28 June 2015
Give yourself time out
Wednesday, 17 June 2015
No one will argue...
that sometimes filling out forms is a part of life, one can't escape.
for example, job applications, information for government departments. How do we understand the questions for important documents like, your passport, or driver's licence.
Learning how to drive a car was the easy part. It was the driving test that was the challenge.
My boyfriend at the time had an automatic Cortina.
It was fun to learn to drive in it, with its bucket seats so you felt like you were in a racing car. The big steering wheel for good control, ha ha, so I thought, until a sharp corner, a big bus and me being on the wrong side of the road, reminded me very quickly it's not all fun and games.
All was fine that day, phew.
After driving around for almost two years taking everyone everywhere, on 'L' plates, it was time to do the "test".
It turn out in the late 70's you were allowed up to five questions wrong on the paper work, and I experienced a caring Police officer with some compassion back then.
I passed, Yahoo!, because this was my second attempt and I was so relieved that the officer didn't look outside when I left because I forgot that I drove myself there.
Maybe this was the same Police officer that I meet years later when I was pulled over for going a little too fast, ( I remember because it was only about 5km over the limit ) . It's not like I was so excited to start my shift at 8pm, when my babies were hugged, kissed and tucked into bed for the night. I wouldn't have thinking I'm dying to get to work quickly at all!.
So before those of you how think that any speed over the limit is dangerous, you would be so right.
The Police do an excellent job generally in keeping our community safe.
that sometimes filling out forms is a part of life, one can't escape.
for example, job applications, information for government departments. How do we understand the questions for important documents like, your passport, or driver's licence.
Learning how to drive a car was the easy part. It was the driving test that was the challenge.
My boyfriend at the time had an automatic Cortina.
It was fun to learn to drive in it, with its bucket seats so you felt like you were in a racing car. The big steering wheel for good control, ha ha, so I thought, until a sharp corner, a big bus and me being on the wrong side of the road, reminded me very quickly it's not all fun and games.
All was fine that day, phew.
After driving around for almost two years taking everyone everywhere, on 'L' plates, it was time to do the "test".
It turn out in the late 70's you were allowed up to five questions wrong on the paper work, and I experienced a caring Police officer with some compassion back then.
I passed, Yahoo!, because this was my second attempt and I was so relieved that the officer didn't look outside when I left because I forgot that I drove myself there.
Maybe this was the same Police officer that I meet years later when I was pulled over for going a little too fast, ( I remember because it was only about 5km over the limit ) . It's not like I was so excited to start my shift at 8pm, when my babies were hugged, kissed and tucked into bed for the night. I wouldn't have thinking I'm dying to get to work quickly at all!.
So before those of you how think that any speed over the limit is dangerous, you would be so right.
The Police do an excellent job generally in keeping our community safe.
Wednesday, 27 May 2015
Boy, was I naive!
When I think back at the way I have described myself in the pass e.g. stupid and dumb, I realise that maybe that there was some truth in this.
There was a time when I lived in Australia, a little suburb called Arncliffe in Sydney. I lived in a one bedroomed, self contained flat at the back of a house. It was cockroach infested. Eek! but it was cheap. I had a job at a car franchise on a busy main vein into the city. Well I remember there,was a yummy bakery right across the highway that made the most divine Apricot Danish. They were to die for (now I know where that phrase come from).
At lunchtime every day I would take my orders and make my way to the front of the yard and plan my death defying sprint across that eight lane highway, with the cheers from the guys from the work shop out the back. They had organised their own seating strategically for this daily entertainment, but it was worth every mouthful.
For a short time, I worked for another business I found advertised on a small notice board at the local train station " Assembler wanted, must speak English and be reliable". Yep that's me.
I was so excited by the opportunity for any interview, landed the job. Surprisingly, I didn't notice I was only one of two employees. I worked with a Chinese guy, same age but very poor English. We understood each other and had fun. The place echoed as is was an enormous factory. It was too big and creepy. I was amused however that they exported plastic S bends to New Zealand.
Now, I know I'm reliable and may not spell or read English well, but speak it I can. Assembling is my specialty and I proudly put in over a months work at this firm until the boss made his move on me.
I was gone! but not until he heard just how good my verbal English was that day.
Australia wasn't a good experience for me back then. One can't put this down to the lack of education, you can experience inappropriate behaviour anywhere not just the work place, when you are a ravishing beauty as I am.
In hindsight I could have had better knowledge on how to deal with such behaviour. How to fight back, how to write a report on what happened, how to fill out forms etc. It just becomes too scary. In my case I just moved on and put it behind me. Much has changed from the 80's. There are places now that will listen and help people like me, to overcome self doubt and abuse.
I love the saying in the movie " Help"
You is kind ...You is smart...You is important...
When I think back at the way I have described myself in the pass e.g. stupid and dumb, I realise that maybe that there was some truth in this.
There was a time when I lived in Australia, a little suburb called Arncliffe in Sydney. I lived in a one bedroomed, self contained flat at the back of a house. It was cockroach infested. Eek! but it was cheap. I had a job at a car franchise on a busy main vein into the city. Well I remember there,was a yummy bakery right across the highway that made the most divine Apricot Danish. They were to die for (now I know where that phrase come from).
At lunchtime every day I would take my orders and make my way to the front of the yard and plan my death defying sprint across that eight lane highway, with the cheers from the guys from the work shop out the back. They had organised their own seating strategically for this daily entertainment, but it was worth every mouthful.
For a short time, I worked for another business I found advertised on a small notice board at the local train station " Assembler wanted, must speak English and be reliable". Yep that's me.
I was so excited by the opportunity for any interview, landed the job. Surprisingly, I didn't notice I was only one of two employees. I worked with a Chinese guy, same age but very poor English. We understood each other and had fun. The place echoed as is was an enormous factory. It was too big and creepy. I was amused however that they exported plastic S bends to New Zealand.
Now, I know I'm reliable and may not spell or read English well, but speak it I can. Assembling is my specialty and I proudly put in over a months work at this firm until the boss made his move on me.
I was gone! but not until he heard just how good my verbal English was that day.
Australia wasn't a good experience for me back then. One can't put this down to the lack of education, you can experience inappropriate behaviour anywhere not just the work place, when you are a ravishing beauty as I am.
In hindsight I could have had better knowledge on how to deal with such behaviour. How to fight back, how to write a report on what happened, how to fill out forms etc. It just becomes too scary. In my case I just moved on and put it behind me. Much has changed from the 80's. There are places now that will listen and help people like me, to overcome self doubt and abuse.
I love the saying in the movie " Help"
You is kind ...You is smart...You is important...
Wednesday, 20 May 2015
The recent celebration of Mother's Day has left me thankful for the two Beautiful Daughters to whom I am a mother. I mentioned my younger daughter in my previous Blog about our grandson.
However it is my delight to also mention my older daughter.
This daughter is multi-talented and works for a large corporation in Auckland. She has conscientiously worked her way up to a position of responsibility.
Acting is a lucrative hobby for this daughter. She has starred in television commercials and has played character roles in our own New Zealand favourite programme, Shortland Street.
My girl has also starred in a mini series that has yet to be screened.
There are so many reasons to love this daughter. She is blessed with a great figure and a beautiful smile. She is well groomed, fit and enjoys following the latest trends and fashions. She has a bubbly personality and is a loving, caring person. She is supported by a great partner.
Being a parent is so rewarding.
To keep our relationships fun, my daughters and I have planned another weekend away together for some intoxicating laughter.
However it is my delight to also mention my older daughter.
This daughter is multi-talented and works for a large corporation in Auckland. She has conscientiously worked her way up to a position of responsibility.
Acting is a lucrative hobby for this daughter. She has starred in television commercials and has played character roles in our own New Zealand favourite programme, Shortland Street.
My girl has also starred in a mini series that has yet to be screened.
There are so many reasons to love this daughter. She is blessed with a great figure and a beautiful smile. She is well groomed, fit and enjoys following the latest trends and fashions. She has a bubbly personality and is a loving, caring person. She is supported by a great partner.
Being a parent is so rewarding.
To keep our relationships fun, my daughters and I have planned another weekend away together for some intoxicating laughter.
Wednesday, 13 May 2015
You'll soon discover that I am besotted by the most handsome, clever, sensitive, young man.
This is undoubtedly, my most treasured grandson, who is now 2 years and 6 months. I am so lucky to have the joy, delight, humour, company and love of this little chap.
He provides us with entertainment and cherished moments of bliss. This is such a happy time in our lives. Our grandson is a fabulous boy. He is such a happy and sociable child, who enjoys people.
At about 8 months our grandson was introduced to day care while my daughter adjusted back into full time Accounting. As his Nana, I took half days on Wednesdays to help care for this wee man so that my daughter could relax at work knowing he was with a familiar, loving face.
Fortunately, my flexible work allows me to start early and to make up hours lost. I would take the little tacker home for lunch and have a little play before nap time. My partner would, funnily enough, finish early on Wednesdays, to get a play in before he was needing sleep. It's been a pleasure
watching this little guy grow into a toddler before our very eyes.
Remembering that a few short months ago I would hold him in my arms to rock him to sleep and feel myself welling up with happy tears at what a beautiful job my daughter and her husband are giving the life of this wee soul and the joy he in turn gives us.
This is undoubtedly, my most treasured grandson, who is now 2 years and 6 months. I am so lucky to have the joy, delight, humour, company and love of this little chap.
He provides us with entertainment and cherished moments of bliss. This is such a happy time in our lives. Our grandson is a fabulous boy. He is such a happy and sociable child, who enjoys people.
At about 8 months our grandson was introduced to day care while my daughter adjusted back into full time Accounting. As his Nana, I took half days on Wednesdays to help care for this wee man so that my daughter could relax at work knowing he was with a familiar, loving face.
Fortunately, my flexible work allows me to start early and to make up hours lost. I would take the little tacker home for lunch and have a little play before nap time. My partner would, funnily enough, finish early on Wednesdays, to get a play in before he was needing sleep. It's been a pleasure
watching this little guy grow into a toddler before our very eyes.
Remembering that a few short months ago I would hold him in my arms to rock him to sleep and feel myself welling up with happy tears at what a beautiful job my daughter and her husband are giving the life of this wee soul and the joy he in turn gives us.
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