When we went to Akaroa for my birthday we were sitting in a beachfront cafe having a beer, and a couple of women came along and sat down at the table next to us.
They seemed as if they were friends, and maybe hadnt known each other that long. Maybe internet buddies. One had an american accent, the other sounded like a kiwi.
They were both reading books while they enjoyed the sunshine and their glasses of wine, and NZ sounding woman had a hideously annoying habit.
She'd read a bit of her book, then ostentatiously laugh, really loud, and the other woman would try to ignore her. Then shed do it again - and the american sounding woman would be obliged to ask her what was funny. And non american sounding woman would read out the passage shed been reading. American sounding woman was trying to get on with reading her own book.
We left.
It was driving me insane!
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Birthdays
I turned 30 last friday.
And for the first time in many many years, my birthday wasnt crap!
Nearly every year, something will happen to make it suck. Or more likely, something will NOT happen, which makes it suck. Expectations are a killer, and as much as you'd like your family and friends to do cool things for you on the Day, inevitably they just wont have thought of it, and youll be disappointed.
Fortunately, that didnt happen this year, and everything went like clockwork.
Admittedly, I organised pretty much everything I wanted to happen this time around, but because my friends are far flung, and MrFiji is not the best administrator in the world if I didnt do it there would be no hope of a nice day.
So, I organised my workday to be mostly non contact, got a hair cut (a drastic one - about 8 inches of hair chopped off), then when MrFiji came home we went to a nice restaurant (That I had booked) and a movie. On Saturday we went to Akaroa for the night (Also booked by me) and today (Sunday) we went on a wildlife cruise around Akaroa harbour (Yup, booked by me too). It was great! I have done all the things I wanted to do, and had a lovely birthday. Its cost a fair bit of money but I dont care.
The Wildlife cruise was cool, we saw Hectors dolphins, little blue penguins and a lonely looking yellow-eyed penguin who had become separated from his buddies and started moulting, so wasnt able to swim away to join them again until he finished the moult. Poor guy.
My lovely friends and family all phoned me to say happy birthday, I had a more than respectable pile of pressies to open, and nothing went wrong at work.
I cant remember the last time I enjoyed a birthday this much. Possibly when I was 9 and mum organised everything! My new rule is going to be that I organise all my birthdays from here on in. Screw the whole concept of leaving it to anyone else.
And for the first time in many many years, my birthday wasnt crap!
Nearly every year, something will happen to make it suck. Or more likely, something will NOT happen, which makes it suck. Expectations are a killer, and as much as you'd like your family and friends to do cool things for you on the Day, inevitably they just wont have thought of it, and youll be disappointed.
Fortunately, that didnt happen this year, and everything went like clockwork.
Admittedly, I organised pretty much everything I wanted to happen this time around, but because my friends are far flung, and MrFiji is not the best administrator in the world if I didnt do it there would be no hope of a nice day.
So, I organised my workday to be mostly non contact, got a hair cut (a drastic one - about 8 inches of hair chopped off), then when MrFiji came home we went to a nice restaurant (That I had booked) and a movie. On Saturday we went to Akaroa for the night (Also booked by me) and today (Sunday) we went on a wildlife cruise around Akaroa harbour (Yup, booked by me too). It was great! I have done all the things I wanted to do, and had a lovely birthday. Its cost a fair bit of money but I dont care.
The Wildlife cruise was cool, we saw Hectors dolphins, little blue penguins and a lonely looking yellow-eyed penguin who had become separated from his buddies and started moulting, so wasnt able to swim away to join them again until he finished the moult. Poor guy.
My lovely friends and family all phoned me to say happy birthday, I had a more than respectable pile of pressies to open, and nothing went wrong at work.
I cant remember the last time I enjoyed a birthday this much. Possibly when I was 9 and mum organised everything! My new rule is going to be that I organise all my birthdays from here on in. Screw the whole concept of leaving it to anyone else.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
This is surprisingly apt!
What Your Face Says |
 At first glance, people see you as down to earth and reliable. Overall, your true self is creative and expressive. With friends, you seem logical, detached, and a bit manipulative. In love, you seem like a huge flirt. In stressful situation, you seem like you're oblivious to the stress. |
Saturday, February 17, 2007
I cant help myself
I have a chip addiction.
Mr Fiji and I can quite happily chow down a big packet of chips between us whilst watching a DVD and Im very well aware of how unhealthy they are. Its OK for him - he has the metabolism of a thing with a great metabolism and doesnt seem to gain weight. Ever. Even though he eats vast quantities of fatty food.
As for me, not being the most slender of people to start with, and only having to catch a glimpse of fried food to put on four kilos, they should be well down the list of things I eat.
But I love them.
Munch munch munch they are just delicious in their salty crispy goodness.
I need to find an alternative, less saturated-fat laden snack, and carrot sticks arent cutting it. I crave carbs!
Help me people!
Mr Fiji and I can quite happily chow down a big packet of chips between us whilst watching a DVD and Im very well aware of how unhealthy they are. Its OK for him - he has the metabolism of a thing with a great metabolism and doesnt seem to gain weight. Ever. Even though he eats vast quantities of fatty food.
As for me, not being the most slender of people to start with, and only having to catch a glimpse of fried food to put on four kilos, they should be well down the list of things I eat.
But I love them.
Munch munch munch they are just delicious in their salty crispy goodness.
I need to find an alternative, less saturated-fat laden snack, and carrot sticks arent cutting it. I crave carbs!
Help me people!
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Valentines day?
I know its just a crummy excuse for more commercialism, but it still sucks when it doesnt go that well.
MrFiji and I generally dont see each other after work - we rush home and then go to rugby practice or the gym. So this evening I came home and he had bought me a bunch of roses. Nice. I left his gift on the table for him.
I came home from the gym at around 8 and his pressie hadnt been touched. Then I got a message from him that he was going to his mates place to drink kava after rugby.
So, I will be in bed asleep when he gets home.
How fucking romantic.
MrFiji and I generally dont see each other after work - we rush home and then go to rugby practice or the gym. So this evening I came home and he had bought me a bunch of roses. Nice. I left his gift on the table for him.
I came home from the gym at around 8 and his pressie hadnt been touched. Then I got a message from him that he was going to his mates place to drink kava after rugby.
So, I will be in bed asleep when he gets home.
How fucking romantic.
Monday, February 12, 2007
Helpful advice
I recommend to everyone not to break their ankle.
Having ice skated and played ice hockey for about 20 years and never doing any damage to myself, I assumed that, those being reasonably dangerous activities, I was relatively bulletproof.
Not so.
Little did I realise that indoor netball is a vicious and violent game and it would be my undoing. Because I wanted to find a game that MrFiji and I could play together (with others, of course) and there are indoor netball courts reasonably nearby, I booked our team in to the competition in November last year.
Thirty seconds into game six I leapt to skillfully intercept an opposition team pass - and surprised everyone by catching the ball mid-air. And then I landed and heard a crunch.
Initially the sound, and then the pain of a broken ankle is something special. It hurt too much to cry, and as I had crumpled to the ground in a whimpering heap, other people noticed that something had happened and gathered around. I sat there growling at people not to touch me and trying not to puke. Eventually, as the game needed to continue, I hobbled off the court and sat in the bleachers with the netball centres supply of ice cubes (3 of them) inside a sock, trying to stop it hurting.
MrFiji, being the caring chap that he is, finished playing the game (we lost)before driving me to the hospital where they confirmed that I'd broken a chunk off my left talar dome. And so, six weeks of casts ensued.
This last Christmas and new year has been the quietest, most boring one in history.
And now Im being rehabilitated. Physiotherapy twice a week, which consists of the PhysioChick moving my ankle around until i shout, and then massaging my calf muscle until Im holding back the tears. All for my own good. And my ankle will apparently be normal again in about three more months. Hooray. At least I can climb stairs now.
All in all, a time consuming, painful, somewhat itchy and very annoying experience.
Just, Dont do it!
Having ice skated and played ice hockey for about 20 years and never doing any damage to myself, I assumed that, those being reasonably dangerous activities, I was relatively bulletproof.
Not so.
Little did I realise that indoor netball is a vicious and violent game and it would be my undoing. Because I wanted to find a game that MrFiji and I could play together (with others, of course) and there are indoor netball courts reasonably nearby, I booked our team in to the competition in November last year.
Thirty seconds into game six I leapt to skillfully intercept an opposition team pass - and surprised everyone by catching the ball mid-air. And then I landed and heard a crunch.
Initially the sound, and then the pain of a broken ankle is something special. It hurt too much to cry, and as I had crumpled to the ground in a whimpering heap, other people noticed that something had happened and gathered around. I sat there growling at people not to touch me and trying not to puke. Eventually, as the game needed to continue, I hobbled off the court and sat in the bleachers with the netball centres supply of ice cubes (3 of them) inside a sock, trying to stop it hurting.
MrFiji, being the caring chap that he is, finished playing the game (we lost)before driving me to the hospital where they confirmed that I'd broken a chunk off my left talar dome. And so, six weeks of casts ensued.
This last Christmas and new year has been the quietest, most boring one in history.
And now Im being rehabilitated. Physiotherapy twice a week, which consists of the PhysioChick moving my ankle around until i shout, and then massaging my calf muscle until Im holding back the tears. All for my own good. And my ankle will apparently be normal again in about three more months. Hooray. At least I can climb stairs now.
All in all, a time consuming, painful, somewhat itchy and very annoying experience.
Just, Dont do it!
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