Wednesday, December 23, 2009

December 22nd...

It's been a cold, the first day at the beach. Three kids actually went in...(please note, there were no other kids swimming...) but they had to throw themselves into the warm sand to prevent hypothermia. I mean, it was actually warm, when the sun was out, but in shadow..brrrr....
In any case, we were at the beach. Yay! I finished my 50 marathons-50 days-50 states book, while there. I'm inspired!
Have a good christmas!

Friday, December 18, 2009

Paloma had her 'ka-kite' (farewell) day at kindergarten. She sat up so proudly beside her teacher and discussed her past year at kindy. They all sang three of her favourite songs to her (with actions). She watched and fiddled with her buttons while wearing her ka-kite hat and shy smile. Afterwards, she stood by the door with a basket of stickers and balloons while the children went up one by one, taking one of each and saying goodbye. Too cute!
Paloma has been wearing her ka-kite hat ever since. She arrived home from a friends fifth birthday party, all hot and bothered and went directly to her room, got the hat, grabbed a pen and paper and started writing. I love her writing, it is a form of art....

The year is finally beginning to slow down. Last night we had Drew and Izzys dance performance, they were wonderful. I have not seen them so tidy for quite a while, black leotards, black tights, black tap and jazz shoes, hair tied and pinned up, and eyemakeup. Drew made my eyes water, appearing on stage shyly...everyone was looking bravely out to the darkened audience...not my Drew though! Beautiful eyes downcast-but what a dancer! I hope she continues.
Izzy was fabulous, love's being on stage, wears the biggest grin and tapped like a trouper!
Today is the kids last day of school. My last day of momentary silence....

Saturday, December 12, 2009

The only child....

Izzy being an 'only child'. The older siblings were away doing older kid stuff, and Paloma was having a rest. Izzy got the computer without having to fight/negotiate for time. She drank a milo and ate junk, all without any one nicking her seat or stealing her food. She didn't have to talk over anyone if she wanted to speak to me. Wow. What an hour it was!

Wednesday, December 9, 2009


Izzy and Rose played crazy girls out side of our rental holiday house in Ohakune. We drove there for my 'goat' race, which turned out to be not so much a race but an endurance slog through mud.
While I was ummm..'racing', the kids played, watched sky, and a  couple went for a bush walk with Catherine.Here is a pic of Reuben after the goat race. He completed it a tad faster than me, and after our return, and a hot shower, he lay on the floor in recovery postition for hours. Didn't move.
ahhh..alls well that ends...with us all alive.
On a christmas note, I am up with the shopping. Santa has been very busy. I realise this sounds naf...(or something similar)..but I love christmas! I love the sparkly shiny thingo's, the tree with flickering lights, the tinsel and even the music. I really really enjoy giving presents. I love cooking for everyone and eating and walking to the beach after lunch. I think this is partly due to the fact that as a child and young adult, I never did the christmas thing...I certainly make up for it now!
I love how my kids take it all for granted. I think it's quirky that two of them still believe that Santa come's to our house and leave's presents for them. So sweet!
On the art-side, a small idea is forming...why don't I rent a shop in Newtown (I've seen the one I want,it's empty), and just open a gallery/studio. Why not? why not?

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

a cave, a bottle and a cup and a Ned in the making.

Paloma told me what to write, and she copied underneath. This is her letter to Santa. That is all she wants; a cave, a bottle and a cup. Did she want to write 'love from Paloma' or anything else? 'No' she replied,'that's it'.
I think she was tired from all that writing actually.

And here she is listening to 'is she is or is she aint my baby?'. This is the song I am singing in the 'concert'. I prefer to call it a 'public singing workshop', it sounds less scary.Okay, it's a public singing workshop. I'll wear my running gear so I can run away straight afterwards.

Here is a painting I have decided to work on again. It measures about 1meter by 1.5. It is oil so all though I finally have a vision of what it will be, (Ned eyeing up Nedette from a safe distance), I am hesitant to begin the next oil process given the lack of space, and the drying time involved. I could paint like mad and hoist it high on the wall while it dry's for a few weeks. But then, there is the fumes. As much as I like a good snort of turpentine and linseed oil, I don't think it would help those with hayfever or asthma....
God! I am so frustrated. I am keeping myself in check, but maannnnnn! I feel it boiling.
Thanks for reading.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

They are going....going....

Still on the subject of my little paintings; three sold yesterday. So, that is seven sold so far. It's pretty interesting to see how these 'walk out the door', even when in a box on the floor of the bedroom!
The lady who owns '32',(the cafe showing the paintings...) kept telling me how much she loved my large abstracts on the artreview website. She said she just knows they would sell if she could put one on her wall!..the trouble is, (all though it's not really trouble...) is that everything on artreview has sold! Gone!So, off I trotted to the artshop, and bought a meduim size canvas. I will begin painting on this TODAY.

Here is a pic of Drew (now 13) and her Granddad. Granddad is on a big downward slide now...not the brightly coloured plastic 'fun' sort of slide! He isn't how he was back then. He cant talk to them anymore...Paloma (4)often talks about him, in the context of 'hospital' and 'Michael Jackson'. (Yeah, I get it! She loves Michael Jackson and M.J died...she mentions him at least once a day, listens to his music..(tells me he is still alive in his music) and sings smooth criminal.)
So Granddad, we are thinking of you, the kids miss you.

Monday, November 23, 2009

what didn't happen to my little paintings...

Well, I sold only 2 teeny paintings for the week..a bit disappointed as I was envisioning thousands of dollars in my pocket. Obviously I havn't got the manifesting thingo down pat. I will pick the remaining paintings up today and will put them somewhere else. Justine wants me to send them to Nelson to put up there...hmmmm..what to do!

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Lovin' life....

It was pissin' down, spring rain. Here are the three I was dropping off, at the bus, work, and kindergarten-respectively. The college kid has lost her anorak, one week after I spent onehundred dollars on it. I told her to find one in the lost property at school. They are all the same after all. She still hasn't arrived home with one..does no-one else lose their jackets?

..and here's a bit of sunshine. These are my fav flowers at the moment, I buy a bunch (Of 5) every week. Here, they are at the end point of the week. Peonies....

Harry told me to take a pic of him. I tried but the kid wouldn't stop face-squirming..I think he wanted to do a smouldering intense 'look', but ended up cute.
Today it is raining with a howling southerly..errr, or northerly, I cant tell, my sense of direction is less than optimal...less than basic actually. The kids are meant to go to athletics...they are all hiding in bed, pretending to sleep in. I imagine them all hoping like hell I wont take them....
(haha! Live in hope kids...for the moment)
Sometime this weekend I need to change the living area of the house completely -the new leather couch I had made (4-5 seater) is arriving on Wednesday...(what the hell sort of vegan is this chic?!, you may ask...)
This is a large project...because this house is such a mess anyway. I am about to make it more so. I really do try to be organised crisp and clean. But I will blame the man,  the house is full of boat bits, bike bits, man-tool-bits, and bits of paper that are emptied from pockets and bags onto any flat area and left there-and a few months later he will ask;' where is-that-bit-of-paper-with-important-life-changing-number/info/map/p.i.n- on it?'). And I will shrug and mumble 'dunno'...
 I will also blame the children, with toys, books, old undies, broken things, drawings, homework, old food, dirty cups etc, being left anywhere and everywhere. I, of course, will never blame myself for the mess the house finds itself in. I don't leave mystuff anywhere but where it should be. So what if my paintings, drawings, projects, are stored on walls, stacked on the floors and tumbling out of the cupboards? I am self rightously awaiting my studio where my stuff will absolutely go. Forthwith!
It's such a rubbish idea that the oldest chick in a house, the one with the saggiest boobies, should be the house cleaner!
Most of my friends and actually, even my sisters have cleaners. I don't think a cleaner would like my house. It's too messy.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

cool people....????

my 'cool people' (followers) is not working! why why? I have tried to fix it, but it's hard because I don't know what's wrong. Damn it! I need to be a tech-head....

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

life change's...

MMMMMmmmmm...we love our spirilina,blended with frozen blueberries, a ripe banana and apple juice! Yummy!
Well, I was truely inspired today by the most unlikely source. One of Harrys friends, (a twelve year old boy..) gets out of bed at 4.30 in the morning and paints for two hours! Then of course he goes off to school...
Makes me sort of want to weep for some reason...(lost youth....)
Anyhoo, my goal (from tomorow..) is to get out of bed at  5 and paint/draw/create. I do rise at 5, but I generally blog and drink coffee, and meditate a tad. I was so inspired by the story of this lad, that I infact prepared three canvass's to work on this afternoon.
I have also just (this afternoon) enrolled Paloma in a new kindy for 2010. She will be there three days per week from 8.30 am till 2.30pm. This folks, is exciting. This will be the longest time I have had sans kids for thirteen years. I am already starting to bubble...a gut feeling. I can feel it brewing...(and no...its not a fart).
I think it will be quite freeing. I promise not to do any house-stoopid-work. I wont go to the gym. I wont visit cafe's. I will paint, draw and  get it all off the ground.
Future stuff really huh! The stuff of dreams.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

This is it.

We took the kids, (who were all in terrible moods..) to 'This is it' last night. I really enjoyed it. I am a diehard MJ fan...I love the dancing, the innovation, the pizzaz! The blonde girl guitarist was fantastic and if you have seen the movie..dont you all want her boots? I know I do.
I turned myself into a stress puppy yesterday. I overbooked myself extraordinarily! The day began okay, with a coffee at off to school, I dropped Paloma at kindergarten. My 9.30am appt cancelled on me..( with a friend), so I phoned Deane. We met up and chatted. After he moved on, I was a bit bereft, and should've gone home and painted canvass's. But, knowing the house was a full blown mess, I phoned another stalwart. Thankfully she needed me to help with furniture buying so I picked her up and we shopped perused a few shops till we ended up in PUMPKIN PATCH, where together we bought a few girls clothes...nothing like furniture, I know.
We also had a coffee.
After I dropped her home, I hooned back into town..(petrol guzzling the planet (not)) to meet my 1pm appt. Unfortunately, town had turned into 'sunny-day-pre-xmas-shopping-no-parking-traffic-jam 'city...
After eventually finding a park about 2k from where I needed to be, I booted it to the terrace. I gave my box of painting's to the shop to be put up for the little exhibition next week.(load off!). I phoned Reuben (my 12.15appt), telling him I would be late. It was all getting screwy and I was feeling hot, sweaty and slightly panic-ky.(I am a time freak..I hate being late...). I ended up txting my 1pm and cancelling until Monday. Whew. I then booted it across town and met Reuben and Catherine..(this was to help him buy shoes to run 'the goat'..VERY IMPORTANT..his first real running shoes...). Then, I went with them for a coffee..(yes! another one...thats four so far..).
I then had to hotfoot it to the car (2k) and crawl back through town, the tunnel, the traffic jam's  to be home in time for Paloma to be dropped off at 2.30. I made it just in time to get a txt asking if it would be okay if Paloma was delivered home at 3.
Funny huH?
I realise I do not like the city when it is really busy, I panic.
I realise I do it to myself.
I realise I am not busy at all...being in the city just makes me feel so.
love ya.
thanks for reading.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Catherine's 24th birthday picnic, and Harry's concussion incident

(pic of Harry playing dead in the er).
Dear God!!! Has it truely been over a week since my last post?! Since my marathon effort last Sunday, I have not been up to much. Unlike Harry, (as the above pic shows). On his frantically fast way to school, (skateboard)  he got a case of the speed wobbles while hooning it down Rata rd..(Rata road is a very steep street which falls sharply from our hill, right down to the sea level.); Harry's head met the road at about 25k an hour. He walked around in circles for a bit, then hobbled to school, focused on one thing only-getting his homework in on time! He limped straight into the medical room, and asked the office staff to..please make sure his teacher got his homework. (I guess you are wondering why an eleven year old boy is so eager to get the homework done in? Its called bribery...he will score a scooter if he continues to hand in completed homework till the end of the year. Yay!) Anyhoo!. the school contacted me and I collected the boy, thinking he was just shaken up-so, of course, took him to (clears throat guiltily-well it solves all my little problems dosn't it!)
He started saying he was really tired, so I told him we would just..'nip in to Moore Wilsons'...Hmmmm..great mothering Catherine...
On our way to Mw's, he started complaining of feeling ill...turning pale...and trying to sleep. It was at this point I thought maybe an emergency room would be a wise idea.
We made it through awful traffic with the poor boy dry retching out the window..(me in the background telling him not to vomit on my new car...).
I parked the car in my usual errrr...'style' with Harry vomiting out the window. We trudged into the er,where we spent the next five hours. Diagnosed with concussion, the doctors only let us home when Deane told them he was a dr and could look after him at home. Thanks Harry for the fun times!!!
On a lighter note, today was a beautiful day, a great day to celebrate Catherines 24th birthday. We drove to Paremata surf club, and meandered to a grassy beachfront picnic spot. Catherine is Reubens partner. Reuben is Deanes son, which makes him my step son...(i know, i know...I'm far far too young to have children of 24...go ahead! say it!). There fore, Catherine is my step-daughter-in-pardner-law...hmmmm.
Anyhoo..lovely young woman...a shining example of step-daughter-in-pardner-inlawnessesssesss etc...
Sometimes family ties are a tad...errrr...shall we say..complicated?
love ya.
thanks for reading.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Post marathon, painting, studio fantasy....

Well! I happily completed my first marathon and now am home, limping around and groaning. The kids had a great time here with Liz. Luckily Liz grew up in America so she did the halloween thing as it is meant to be done, jack o lanterns and all. Izzy was dressed in her halloween outfit (black cat, homemade ears tail etc) at 6am the morning Deane and went to Auckland. Liz said she was very insistant about the whole thing-the entire day. I'm not surprised as she had been nagging talking to me about it for the 2 weeks prior. I'm not kidding. On to other 'less important than halloween' things; here is another headline:
On being an artist.
My teeny one week show will be up at 32 the terrace on the week of the 16th November. I have done about 36 of these very small girly images. I think most of them will fit on the one wall. I have been creating these little corsets for years, they morph in size and basic shape but they find new homes extremely well. I can do them inbetween my big freestyles. I am waiting for the day when my studio is finished..(it's still in the dig the land flat-stage). Then I will be able to paint BIG. Until then, I have realised I will paint as my space allows...small. Teeny.Infantesimal. etc. On a happy note, I have sold nearly all of my very large paintings (>1metre by 1metre). I will keep reading, drawing, painting (small) till the big studio day comes, then I fantasize about throwing a huge party, and christening the space..then settling down hermit like to paint. It will happen.Like pantene hair, it wont happen overnight but it WILL happen.
I am greatful that having a studio is one of the only physical things I have to worry about. ('worry' is not quite the right word). I have a home, beautiful kids, lovely man, great sisters, good friends...what more could a gal need?
I think I could be a bit in post marathon haze actually. The world can be a beautiful place.

Saturday, October 24, 2009


We took the kids out for dinner to the Chamelion (at the Intercontinental). The intercontinental is their favourite 'out for birthday breakfast' place as it has a huge buffet. They eat like proverbial pigs while at buffet's.
Anyhow, they were a tad dissapointed at being given a menu...(..'where's all the food?' they asked, looking around at white linen, candlelights and place settings..)
They settled down when burgers and fries landed in front of them. The thirteen year old however, a more sophisticated palate ordered off the adult menu..(..errm..bump the price up, why dontcha'). I have heard good things about this restaurant and they surprised me! The food was great, I wanted to meet the chef!..I had the best corn soup with hazelnut foam I've ever had. It wowed me!..(Okay so I have never had soup with foam before....who'd have thought?!)
I followed this 'soup' with somasa's with a dried grape, hazelnut and couscous filling. Wonderful! And the serving size was perfect for me..not large, not teeny....
After dining, we made our way to the tsb bank arena. The kids were asking if we could go rockclimbing, kayacking, bowling, paintballing etc. We joined a small queue. Drew was the first to 'click' that we were going to Mama Mia. Rose was shocked when I produced the tickets and she then convinced Izzy that we were indeed heading in to the 'actual Mama mia' show. Harry started sulking and muttering about how 'gay' this show is, and how he is not into 'watching shit like this'. He slumped around looking disgusted, even when Deane bought six icecreams..(@ $24.00!) and handed him one. We were ushered to our squishy-no-leg-room seats, and joked around with the people in front of us, who were admonishing us for bumping the backs of their seats with our knees....
The show was great, we sang, we ended up dancing at the end..I saw Harry grinning and sparkling all through it. Paloma had a bit of trouble staying awake during the second half...I could see her eyes struggling to stay open. (The show didnt finish till about 10pm...very late for the little one...). Paloma loves Abba and has been watching the movie and singing the songs for most of her life...
I have fallen in love with glam rock attire again. I am thinking I will organise a glam rock party....

Thursday, October 22, 2009

A challenging morning.. would you react to the following?
It started as a normal morning, except I knew I would not be able to use my new car as it had the caravan attached which was headed in for a warrant. (I can't drive with trailers around town..). Paloma and I quite happily jumped in 'Sharyn' the old VW, and headed towards kindergarten to drop Paloma off. While driving Paloma opened the window, (7degrees outside). I asked her to close the window. She could not. I could not. Parking at the kindergarten, I thumped around with the buttons and the window wouldn't budge. I tried the drivers seat window. It went down and unfortunately for me, it would not go up.
I left Paloma happily (and warmly) playing at kindy while I took Sharyn to paige european. It was a very cold fifteen minute drive. (I was only dressed in light tshirt and cotton cardigan-the plan being to only 'pop' in to kindy then home.) The mechanics said I could leave the naughty car while they tried to figure it out. I started walking home, knowing I could walk down to the boat sheds to retrieve car number 2, the van.
Getting to the van, (half an hour later), I jumped in and drove to kilbirnie to buy Rose stationary for a homework project. Returning to the van with said 'goods', I turned on the ignition and .... well...nothing happened. I heard a few clicky whirring sounds, but the van was dead...
I screamed into the steering wheel.
Now, here is where all the self improvement bollock I read and listen to -should come into play.
I must tell you- it did. Sort of.
Instead of raging and panicking, I took a deep breath, and realised it is 'but a moment in time'.
Then I realised I really really wanted to pee.
It too, was a moment in time and as they say, how long a moment is-depends on what side of the toilet door you are on.
I also realised that I had an hour to figure it all out as I had to pick Paloma up.
My solutions?
I phoned AA and they informed me someone would be out in...60minutes or less.
60minutes?...can I hold that amount of pee in for that long?
I phoned a friend and asked them if they would be prepared (if van thing did not move on time) to pick Paloma from kindergarten...(yep..they were fine with it).
Then I waited...and waited...and wriggled around, sweated a bit.
5o minutes later, AA arrived and discovered a loose battery wire. Simple.
I drove straight to a friends and used the loo, had a cup of tea, picked up Paloma.
The van is at the mechanics and Sharyn is still at her mechanic.
The new car is now available for me to use but I am thinking of buying a little scooter for me and my side kick so for summer we can scoot places.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Getting the kids to pick up after themselves...the black bag method...

The sun has been a scarce entity in our corner of the planet. When it finally joined us, the kids and I bought chips, sugar water, some french bread sticks and planted ourselves at scorching bay. Unfortunately, the southerly was at the beach as well, so before we all turned to blue, we were back in the truck and heading home.
I have been running in a hell of a lot of rain, wind and general weathergod mayhem , and it has finally got to me...the first 'legal' day of my taper for the marathon and I am struck down with bodyaches, head aches and all the other boring illness descriptions. I am ruminating on whether or not to do my wee 7k tonight...hmmmmm....what to do! what to do!- (furrowed brow).
On a domestic note, I have completed all 36 wee corset paintings. I will be taking them in to the little 'one wall' show and hopefully I wont see them little prettys! to new homes!
As for my home, I found a new way to get the kids to pick up after themselves. Do you want to know how? ready to be amazed!
I bought a big plastic rubbish bag..(the un-ecco sort) and in went everything left on the living area floor. This morning, Harry was searching for his shoes and sweatshirt to wear to school-I told him to check the....(ominous deep voice).... black bag!. He was pretty cross on finding he had to do a job, or pay me 50cents cash to retrieve the items. (He stormed off to empty the compost bin...)
I am hoping this will work. Fifty cents is a lot of cash to find for my kids. I may have to up the price for the 13 year old, I think she has more cash than me what with her dog walking job. The black bag method will work..I am determined it will...she says through gritted teeth...

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Married for one year...

' The Rose' had saved up her clothing money and went on a shopping spree. She is very happy with her choice's...did a bit of modling for me.
Anyhoo, we bought a car/truck thing, so now we are the happy owners of a vehicle with a current warrant of fitness! This is a big thing in our lives...ya know, having a legal car. Wahoo! Its flippin' shiny and comfortable too, with eight seats so we can fit one extra person if so desired! Sharyn, (our old car) is now up for sale....anyone need a seven seater vw?
I am not sure what we will name the new one....Bruce? Brutus? Warren(t)? Any idea's?
My marathon training is nearly over, and I am looking forward to the taper...while being nervous about the big race. I am feeling well and good, am slightly nervy about injury so am being extra careful.
I have started painting my 36 teeny canvasses for my next teeny one wall exhibition. I am donating one to the school for a fundraiser auction, and two are going to my masseus (we swop-massage's for painting....). A further two are going to another friend who did my make up for my wedding which is BTW, one whole year ago (tomorow!)
Yes! Monday is our one year anniversary. We have bought each other gifts (paper....yep..books) and will go out to dinner for a romantic dinner on Monday night. What a year it's been, furiously fast...

Monday, October 5, 2009

What I'm reading..

I am reading the book, Eat, Pray, Love, (by Elizabeth Gilbert in case you want to go out a get a copy) so now, I obviously want to travel to India and spend a month or two in an ashram. The practicality of doing so rate, to one half. Reason's for the dull 'practicality score' are, foremost, the kids, and second foremost is the fear of flying...(hey! that would make a great title for a book...'fear of flying'...wonder if anyone's thought about it?). I have asked Mr Drew if he would come along for the ride and he isn't that keen. I think it's because he finds it hard to sit on the floor and cross his legs. So he is the third foremost reason of the low score. It make's me think that it (my life) isn't all about me. Hmmmm........
I guess I will have to do my 'search-for-everything' from home...for now.
I am also reading Molecules of Emotion, the science behind mind-body medicine. A friend gave it to me, not because she found it an amazing, cant-put-down, must read book, but because it was dry and technical...she thought I might enjoy it....hmmmmm..(me in thinking pose..)
I like the idea of reading it, I am very interested in the mind-body blah blah. The book however is not engaging...but I am slogging through it in the hopes that something might stick.
For fun I have started reading Witi Ihimaera. I have heard about him for a long time, as a great writer, NZ icon etc etc. I finally bought his book, The Matriarch. Tell ya what!!..the man is a GREAT writer and story teller. I have a goal of reading everything he has ever written.
I am also, studying my way through The Winners Bible. It is taking a long time (all good things do apparently) because I am doing all the excersise's therein. I even had to order an A5 clear file to put my stuff into...
And if you are wondering..yes! I always have way more than one book at a time going. I read a lot, but not as much as I would like to. Last night, for example, when I could have been reading, I watched (in a moronic coma), a t.v movie called 'hackers'. I only watched it because it was so outragously early 1990's, and Angelina Jolie was playing a computer savy teen...(must have been her worst movie ever).
There is one more week of school holidays. Today I am collecting one of Izzys friends from the airport..(poor kid..flying into Wellington when it's blowing a gale is the stuff of legends) I will be blessed with 6 kids for the next four days...pray for me, pray for the sun to show, pray for the kids.

Monday, September 28, 2009

selling holidays...marathon training...

Drew took this pic a few months back. Too pretty!

It is the first day of the school hols today..and of course it is p**'n down! So, the kids are watching 'Beverley Hills Chiuaua', and its not even 9am.

Well! I had a month of selling paintings...all up..I sold 6 large paintings in the space of three weeks...and my name was mentioned in the newspaper as an 'artist' who became part of a collection!. Yes! I cut out the page and highlighted my name in neon and put it in my portfolio.

Talk about famous!!!

So,my project for October is to complete 36 small canvasses with my 'corsets' to put up in cafe 32 (the terrace) in early November. I have prepared them all with the fabrics, now I just need to paint them. Hmmmm. No pressure. We all know how easy it is to focus on work with six kids around in the school holidays -in a small house-while its raining. Yeah, right.
If I could stay awake till after 10pm, I could do it then, but getting out of bed at 5am leaves me ready for bed by 9.30pm...weird huh? I wish I didn't have to sleep.
I am still attempting to meditate everyday...this particular goal is not too successful at the present time. I have full confidence that I will grab it and sit with it eventually though. Maybe I should make a date with it?
Marathon training is rockin along:
I am still nervous about the distance, but have realised I am anxious about being anxious on the actual morning of the race! I know I can run/limp/crawl to the's the start I don't enjoy. The hours before race's freak stomach turns to mush, I shake and feel dizzy...all the work of an over abundance of adrenaline. Something to work on huh!

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Runway girl......

Paloma made this dress at kindergarten. The teachers bought in a sewing machine, and a hot glue gun, and stapler. Fabric and bits and bobs were found and donated and who ever wanted to, designed and made outfits. I have been dragging kids to kindergartens for about ten years (straight up), and this was by far the most mind blowing a good way. At the end of the week, the kids had a 'crazy dress day'. The kids who had designed the clothes wore them and a runway was made, little chairs lined either side. Us parents squeezed our butts into the front row, ('A' listers for an hour...move over Anna Wintour..) with our camera's ready. The music started and they came out shyly in groups of three and four, holding a teachers hand. The kids worked the runway like stars...cos they are.
Anyhoo, it was fun and Paloma got a big kick out of it as did I.
Find out how my marathon training is going here

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

What to wear in Kahurangi National is alive and well....

 are a few details of the best tramping (hiking) experience ever! I flew in to Nelson Thursday night...(yep-I did not like it-even a tiny 30minute flight gets my heart rate up...).

The flight was late(!!!) so I did not get to Justines till 9pm. I then had to had to pack my gear and food in Louey's 60 litre pack, (he kindly let me use)~which took a lot of sorting especially when Justine informed me I could not have a different outfit for each day. Only ONE set of clothes for tramping and one set for hut clothes! ..("can I at least have a change of undies!?"...)
Early Friday morning and we were off! We picked up two other avid trampers, (I~the least experienced) and drove for about an hour to the beginning of the track. This involved a gravel road and crossing four fords, two of which were unexpected..(as in: WTF!?..screech...).

Deane had given me a gps, but we couldn't get it to it was left in the car. We took a couple of maps and a compass...ummm...which Lou had given us a quick lesson in how to use. I was thinking a personal locator beacon would have been a good thing.

The first three hours were fun, a few tussles with sudden mud holes...(errgh!..step -step -step..SQUISH.. black mud up to thighs), a few pieces of non-existent track...(..hang on to tree roots above and hoist self over...)but there was nothing I could not handle...(I'm talking psychologically here...physically I'm tough...but my head space is a...ummm..scaredy cat...). We stopped to have lunch at an innocent looking clearing with the Wangapeka river raging beside us. Rivers, especially raging ones, are my fear. I am still not over my Coast to Coast, Waimakiriri river experience...really! Rivers freak me...which is why I should have thought deeply about the details of this on, dear avids...

We packed up, laughing and joking, clipping along, we crossed our second skinny wire swing bridge..(one at a time) and rounding a corner..ta..daaaa!...I was face to face with the full fury of the river, white, fast and furious. On the other side I saw our orange triangle guide...blinking at me from a tree. We had to cross...the river. No bridge. Justine said I went white.
The noise of the Wangapeka was deafening...okay, it was just me freakin' actually. The others were looking at the logistics of us crossing safely.
It took me about ten minutes to muster, and linking arms we crossed it in about three minutes. Taking our boots off on the other side, we emptied them, wrung our socks out and continued on...up hill all the way. The valley and hills were breathtaking in all cliche ways possible. The track was thin...(scaredy cat thin..), and a lot of it had water streaming down it...turning it into a small creek.
After another four hours walking we rounded a corner and spotted our 'kiwi saddle' hut (1020 meters) in a sunny clearing. We applauded. There was cut wood, (could we get a raging fire started that night?!..NUp!..) and mattresses. In a little while (-first cup of coffee- shoes off-basking in the late afternoon sun- dry clothes and possum socks on) we were reminiscing about the walk, the mud, the ice, the snow, the river and planning the next day.
Tell ya what!...after dinner (tofu, rice, dehydrated veges), I was in my sleeping bag, dressed in 2 layers of thermal pants, possum socks, 3 layers of thermal tops plus my possum jersey, my puffer jacket plus a possum hat! I was just warm enough and was asleep by 8! The girls said I didn't move all night.
Day 2, and after breakfast and coffee, we walked through the valley and ascended Mt Patriarch. It was a tough final climb, through snow and ice. My old boots which I had only worn for painting in, I realised were not up for the conditions. The soles were worn away, leaving only a nice 'slide' for me on the ice. Justine walked ahead of me kicking holes through the snow/ice for me to step into. I learnt that some alpine grass is very sharp. Do not grab.
Once at the 'second peak' to the top, surrounded by an awesome ring of snow capped Mountains, we stopped and had lunch. Well, after we stripped naked, yelled, danced and took lots of photos did we have lunch. (Unfortunately, we forgot to take pic's of the peak while clothed, so cannot show you what we saw...). From there, I decided not to continue to the peak, as my shoes were not up to it. Justine and I lazed around a bit, and started out return to the hut. Once back, in dry clothes, we, okay, Justine lit a huge fire...(pic above). The 'Patriarch peakers' returned a few hours later, and we made dinner (a dehydrated pasta meal...) followed by a chaser of chocolate. We actually played a silly game of charades, but once again, I did not last and was unconscious by 8.30...I really did try to stay awake...
Our final day, was a seven hour trek return to the car. The dreaded river had less water in it, so I crossed it with minimal fear. I know it does not look huge in the pic....but it was. It really was! Ya a river monster...
We finished the tramp off with a naked dip in the glacial water..(sorry..once again forgot to take clothed pic's of the scenery) and reunited with the car. It had a flat tyre.
My legs had a good workout, they felt pleasantly tired, and strong. The trip was great for my head, I have not been away from the kidlets for years.
I have decided to do a yearly trip with the girls...but I will check for rivers first.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

lessons from the dove...

This is how Paloma spends nearly every afternoon. We come home from kindergarten, she zooms around eating, playing, then she goes quiet and drags her blanky, and the brown blanket (her favourite) and collapses on the couch.
I sometimes take a lesson from her.
Yesterday, I turned the stereo off, stopped 'doing', and sat on the couch and attempted to just 'be'. Yep, meditation...I had about 30 minutes before the kids/mayhem arrived from school so I stared at the clock on the wall (serenely) trying to slow time down.
It did not work.
Time is a bigger thing than me.
I am going to Nelson tonight. Today will be full of checking and rechecking that I have everything needed for tramping. Justine tells me we are not doing the Nelson lakes anymore (sigh), we are doing Mt Owen. I have not google earthed it...I am up for the surprise of it all, and will go with the flow. It better be big and scarey though, or I will insist on running it.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Tripping in Gisborne....

I thought I would include a pic of Paloma's exhibition.
She spent an hour drawing, then glued the art to the wall. They truly are lovely drawings, but they are stuck-fast.

Here also is a pic of my lovely Drew. She is wearing the first skirt she has ever made. She printed images on the hem border using a potato.

Anyhoo, as for our road trip to Gisborne, it went well. It's a freakin' long way to drive, especially at the rate of knots I drive. We began the trip on Thursday after work, so drove to Hastings and found a motel. It was a bit scuzzy, but that's what you get when you dont pre-book and arrive in a small town after 10pm. The reason we stayed in Hastings : splash planet fun park. The kids were gagging to go, so we got up pretty early the next morning, bought a few togs for peeps that 'forgot' to pack theirs and headed off to splash planet.
It was closed.
They close for winter. HMPFFF. Thats what you get when you don't check stuff in a small town.
Any hoo, we got a good bit of shopping done, (wry smile) shopping being a very cool pair of sunglasses for moi. Very important. We drove to Napier, taking the time to stop and do the touristy stuff for kids in Marine park. Actually, sharks and stingrays etc swimming above my head was pretty cool...sumthin' about big fish.......
We drove on through to Gisborne which took us nearly four hours. After arriving at 'gran'ma's', we unpacked, ate and basically had a really really early night. We visited old friends, visited the kids Gran'dad in hospital, went for a long run, out for dinner, to the pool and had a fabulous day on the beach turning drift wood into teepee's. We stayed for four days and spent the entire Tuesday in the car, driving from 9am and arriving home at nearly 5pm. The kids were gloriously cranky, as was I. Dinner was sausages (only the best quality of course) wrapped in white bread with fried onions and sauce. (I had fruit salad...being the vegan of the family). I spent 2 hours washing the girls hair, brushing and drying it. By the time we were unpacked, cleaned etc, I was too (emotionally )wrung out to go for a run. Which is exactly the right time to run...but I often don't.
I am back and working hard to return to my rut. That's where I like it, organised, methodical and getting things done. Holidays wreck my rut.