If you're wondering who the Harry Hazard is in the pic next to me, Campbell can't shave until he scores a try!
Lovely....
So Easter in New Zealand means a four day weekend, which I'm sure is how Jesus would have intended it. There was no church, but I'm pretty sure I had some holly wine and prayed to god on Monday when my hangover set in.
The weather was beautiful and had us in sunnys (sunglasses) the entire weekend. Friday, Campbell and I decide to be a super couple and try out a new walking track. An amazing opportunity to check out the changing colours of the Autumn leaves, all the while getting a little exercise in on our food full weekend. We landed at the track at the same time as a couple and their three daughters. That poor father. Every hill they hit, the youngest one had to stop, get off her bike and suckered him into pushing the bike up the hill. Talk about being wrapped around someones finger. Good luck when she 16!
Saturday was the Whitehorse Cup, unfortunately the boys did not win. It was a great game and Campbell played very well. Although I believe he had a high tackle in there somewhere and pretty much clotheslined a guy. I guess it's understandable saying he's 6/3. I'll let it slide, but the ref sure didn't!
Sunday was SUNNY and the perfect day for a Sunday Session. A few of us gathered at Georgie & Huddy's with whatever booze we could scrounge up without being able to buy booze on Easter Sunday. Whole lot of beer and Kaluha with milk. Damn good day. After a lot of laughs and peace of mind, we were all in bed by 10pm. Such rock stars haha
Monday was ANZAC Day, which to us is Remembrance Day. Campbell and I put our headaches aside, got all dressed up and attended the 9:30am ceremony. Funny enough, NZ poppies are different then ours - I'll post a pic for you guys. We had to laugh afterwards; during the prayer songs there was one woman's high pitched voice that overwhelmed the entire crowd. You know the one, she's always at church or weddings and thinks she can sing really well. Someone should tell her she can't.
I'm so stoked for this weekend as Campbell has arranged for us to meet up with Toby & Chrissy and attend the Highlanders game in Dunedin. Basically like attending a Leaf game. I'm super pumped for a live sports event. Woo Woo Watch Out!!
Catch up with you next week xoxo J
Wednesday, 27 April 2011
Tuesday, 19 April 2011
This Week's Edition
When I see advertisements promoting the show 'Sister Wives' where a bunch of redneck women are all married to and popping out children with the same mediocre guy, I realize the days of quality TV like 'Friends' and 'Seinfeld' are gone.
However, tonight I experienced what felt like an episode from that show as I had dinner with Campbell and three of his friends. I couldn’t help but imagine the media uproar if the roles were reversed and the plot was changed to one woman and four men.
Somehow she would have to seem interested in four different people’s day, their sports views of the week, what they wanted for dinner, the TV program they wanted to watch before going to bed and remembering what kind of beer needed to be stocked in which fridge. All this while managing to stay attracted to them. The poor woman wouldn’t have to fake a headache. She’d have a constant one! haha
I could see it being a clever sitcom before quickly turning into the latest version of CSI.
Enough with the vent, back to my travels…
The gypsy’s were in town a few weeks back and my inner hippie was super stoked. I walked down to the park and there were homes on wheels and trinket stands everywhere. And no, not the camper vans our parents rent when they have a midlife crisis. These houses were old vans and buses, painted bright purple, smelling of incense and lined with everything they owned. They we all happy, polite and very gracious with any purchase. Maybe they have the upper hand on us and have discovered a true appreciation for life. I found a really cool couple in their 70's that made things out of forks and spoons. I ended up buying a funky ring made out of a tea spoon... it's very artsy. A friend of ours actually grew up this way and I was lucky enough to go with him & his girlfriend to the fair. He told me stories of how he grew up and I learned that when he was 5, he and his family travelled with the Gypsy's and his job was to shine shoes. By the time he was 18 he had attended 13 schools. Its very humbling to meet someone who grew up completely opposite to me, yet has become very successful in his own endeavours and is one of the nicest people I've ever met. It's just a real eye opener and I wanted to share that with you all.
So Campbell and I had a visit with the Justice of the Peace this evening to confirm our "Common Law Union" for our Visa stuff. How very grown up of us! On a non serious note, on April Fools Day I told Campbell that we should just say "screw the Visa stuff" and get married that weekend in Queenstown. He just looked at me, quietly sat on the bed and almost fainted. The look on his face was priceless when I said "APRIL FOOLS"!! Pure awesomeness!!
I'm happy to report that Campbell is ready to rock and roll this weekend and will be playing for the Whitehorse Cup. I have been fully warned that if they win, they'll be on a 3 day bender. Good thing its Easter and we have a four day weekend, although I'm not sure if Jesus would approve.
I hop~hop~hope you all have a wonderful Easter! Don't worry calories don't count this weekend!!
So Campbell and I had a visit with the Justice of the Peace this evening to confirm our "Common Law Union" for our Visa stuff. How very grown up of us! On a non serious note, on April Fools Day I told Campbell that we should just say "screw the Visa stuff" and get married that weekend in Queenstown. He just looked at me, quietly sat on the bed and almost fainted. The look on his face was priceless when I said "APRIL FOOLS"!! Pure awesomeness!!
I'm happy to report that Campbell is ready to rock and roll this weekend and will be playing for the Whitehorse Cup. I have been fully warned that if they win, they'll be on a 3 day bender. Good thing its Easter and we have a four day weekend, although I'm not sure if Jesus would approve.
I hop~hop~hope you all have a wonderful Easter! Don't worry calories don't count this weekend!!
Tuesday, 12 April 2011
Wizards, Skinnamarinkydinkydink & Skinnamarinkydoo
Bet that title grabbed your attention...
Wizards, no not like Harry Potter, a wizard is something I learned about while at a rugby game a few weekends ago. First you buy a bunch of canned alcohol ... think beer, think Smirnoff... then duct tape them together, like 10 of them, and carry them around to look like... a wand I guess? Sort of like a portable cooler, but without the ice. Ok maybe it was a pair of 21 year old boys and at the time I thought it was brilliantly awesome. Anyway, I took pictures. I wish I knew about this trick 7 years ago for May 24.
So most of you know that Campbell and I have been dealing with our Visa stuff lately and well lets just say it would be a whole lot easier if his name was Mohammed and he was a doctor. I'm seriously thinking about buying a can of spray tan this weekend and having a go at him. The past few weeks I have been spinning my wheels to figure out what year I was in kindergarten, all my addresses since I was 18 and what year my father was born... which turns out isn't confirmed between documents. Who would have thought my dad changing his age to get his license when he was 15 would affect his unborn child years later. See, there's always something that's going to bite you in the ass. If I ever have children I will use that as a scare tactic through their teens.
Speaking of children, I had a wonderful day with Macy last Wednesday. I was able to pull something from my own childhood memory and You Tubed the Elephant Show for her. No, I didn't let the computer babysit, I actually put on "Skinnamarinkydinkydink" and sang with her. Its weird, I remembered all the actions and sang along with Sharon, Lois and Bram. Good times. Thank god Macy was the only one there to watch. She seemed to enjoy it. I must share the link and dance moves with Georgie.
Ooh and dance moves. We had our best out over the weekend. I think I remember a bar top? I'd beg my mother for forgiveness and blame a bad crowd, but I'm pretty sure I've done that with her a time or two!
PS I have discovered a super awesome hangover killer. No advil, no chocolate milk, no home fries with gravy... I've started cooking like Betty Crocker on Sunday. Actually, pretty much kicking her ass and taking her name in vain. Homemade soup, sausage rolls, chicken drum sticks, etc. Campbell has been getting the greatest lunches. He'll be devastated when we go back to sandwiches or better yet, when he has to start making his own lunch again. Wives/long time girlfriends... I have a question for you.... when is a good time to stop making lunches? Why do we even start? It's true what they say... love is blind and only the dumb survive. Well maybe that's a few saying mixed up together, whatever. Are we that in love that we get up early, make them a hearty lunch while we take some salad that's fit for a rabbit? I tell ya this, I would have been screwed being a women in the 1950's.
Wizards, no not like Harry Potter, a wizard is something I learned about while at a rugby game a few weekends ago. First you buy a bunch of canned alcohol ... think beer, think Smirnoff... then duct tape them together, like 10 of them, and carry them around to look like... a wand I guess? Sort of like a portable cooler, but without the ice. Ok maybe it was a pair of 21 year old boys and at the time I thought it was brilliantly awesome. Anyway, I took pictures. I wish I knew about this trick 7 years ago for May 24.
So most of you know that Campbell and I have been dealing with our Visa stuff lately and well lets just say it would be a whole lot easier if his name was Mohammed and he was a doctor. I'm seriously thinking about buying a can of spray tan this weekend and having a go at him. The past few weeks I have been spinning my wheels to figure out what year I was in kindergarten, all my addresses since I was 18 and what year my father was born... which turns out isn't confirmed between documents. Who would have thought my dad changing his age to get his license when he was 15 would affect his unborn child years later. See, there's always something that's going to bite you in the ass. If I ever have children I will use that as a scare tactic through their teens.
Speaking of children, I had a wonderful day with Macy last Wednesday. I was able to pull something from my own childhood memory and You Tubed the Elephant Show for her. No, I didn't let the computer babysit, I actually put on "Skinnamarinkydinkydink" and sang with her. Its weird, I remembered all the actions and sang along with Sharon, Lois and Bram. Good times. Thank god Macy was the only one there to watch. She seemed to enjoy it. I must share the link and dance moves with Georgie.
Ooh and dance moves. We had our best out over the weekend. I think I remember a bar top? I'd beg my mother for forgiveness and blame a bad crowd, but I'm pretty sure I've done that with her a time or two!
PS I have discovered a super awesome hangover killer. No advil, no chocolate milk, no home fries with gravy... I've started cooking like Betty Crocker on Sunday. Actually, pretty much kicking her ass and taking her name in vain. Homemade soup, sausage rolls, chicken drum sticks, etc. Campbell has been getting the greatest lunches. He'll be devastated when we go back to sandwiches or better yet, when he has to start making his own lunch again. Wives/long time girlfriends... I have a question for you.... when is a good time to stop making lunches? Why do we even start? It's true what they say... love is blind and only the dumb survive. Well maybe that's a few saying mixed up together, whatever. Are we that in love that we get up early, make them a hearty lunch while we take some salad that's fit for a rabbit? I tell ya this, I would have been screwed being a women in the 1950's.
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
Baby It's Cold Outside
Grammar Faux Pas I have been corrected several times that "fall" is a very North American thing and "autumn" is the correct term for the season between summer and winter.
Some people have been asking me how cold it gets in New Zealand during the winter period. Right now we're going through the same thing Canada goes through in the fall; leaves are starting to change colour and you have to make a mad dash to the bathroom in the morning because its so damn cold outside your sheets.
I arrived towards the end of winter, so I'm not 100% sure what the weather will bring in my last 4 months here in New Zealand. A lot of friends have been carrying on about how cold it will be and telling me that I really need to get prepared for.... minus five degrees!!!! And when I say prepared, for example everyone wears these giant puffer jackets that make them look 100lbs larger than they really are. Keep in mind that I've been living in Toronto for the past 5 years where the motto is "who cares if you're cold, you look good"! So the idea of wearing one of these jackets for what I would considered a mild winter was completely out of the question.
Or so I thought.
I soon realized that I was the only person in New Zealand without a puffer jacket and my fancy blazer would look completely ridiculous within the mix. So there I stood, looking in the mirror, wearing this jacket that made me look like Arnold Schwarzenegger from the hips up, asking Georgie if it was really necessary to own one of these things.
I now own one of the jackets. It's sort of like the short shorts. If you can't beat them, join them and look stupid too.
This weekend is lined up to be a doozie. Big game at home against Cromwell and us girls have decided to have a "court session" on the sidelines. I've got a jello shooter date with a fellow Canadian and I'm also considering introducing some jungle juice to these kiwi's. Could head south quickly. I'm hoping for a bed ridden, toilet hugging Sunday! Woo Woo... Watch Out!
Some people have been asking me how cold it gets in New Zealand during the winter period. Right now we're going through the same thing Canada goes through in the fall; leaves are starting to change colour and you have to make a mad dash to the bathroom in the morning because its so damn cold outside your sheets.
I arrived towards the end of winter, so I'm not 100% sure what the weather will bring in my last 4 months here in New Zealand. A lot of friends have been carrying on about how cold it will be and telling me that I really need to get prepared for.... minus five degrees!!!! And when I say prepared, for example everyone wears these giant puffer jackets that make them look 100lbs larger than they really are. Keep in mind that I've been living in Toronto for the past 5 years where the motto is "who cares if you're cold, you look good"! So the idea of wearing one of these jackets for what I would considered a mild winter was completely out of the question.
Or so I thought.
I soon realized that I was the only person in New Zealand without a puffer jacket and my fancy blazer would look completely ridiculous within the mix. So there I stood, looking in the mirror, wearing this jacket that made me look like Arnold Schwarzenegger from the hips up, asking Georgie if it was really necessary to own one of these things.
I now own one of the jackets. It's sort of like the short shorts. If you can't beat them, join them and look stupid too.
This weekend is lined up to be a doozie. Big game at home against Cromwell and us girls have decided to have a "court session" on the sidelines. I've got a jello shooter date with a fellow Canadian and I'm also considering introducing some jungle juice to these kiwi's. Could head south quickly. I'm hoping for a bed ridden, toilet hugging Sunday! Woo Woo... Watch Out!
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