tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77385182024-03-07T18:49:27.482+13:00CJ'sA place to get all the thoughts out.... and use up those words. Maybe even figure some things out?Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.comBlogger557125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-80640981245806591232011-11-13T13:42:00.003+13:002011-11-13T13:54:26.953+13:00a picture of words...Someone asked me how long I'd had my blog for when I was out last night. <div><br /></div><div>The person in question had just started one themselves and has been reveling in it all.... which was a feeling I could relate to......</div><div><br /></div><div>I can't believe that this all started in 2004. </div><div><br /></div><div>2 0 0 4!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>I can't even begin to talk about how much life has changed since then.</div><div><br /></div><div>I can remember quite clearly the challenge that was set out for me to begin the blog in the first place and I wonder if it has served its purpose?</div><div><br /></div><div>For me, I would say yes. Add to that that I've actually made friends from on here and it gets even better. I just tried to archive my blog so that I could carry it around with me, as it really does mean that much to me now, regardless of how neglected it has become.</div><div><br /></div><div>So the next question put to me yesterday was I guess a new challenge.</div><div><br /></div><div>Would I start writing here again - or would I start a new blog somewhere new? I feel the need to write, and while I've always kept a journal - for some reason I enjoy this as a medium. There is certainly a part of me that's just itching to get creative once more. Even my camera has been hidden away for too long.</div><div><br /></div><div>For now I just wanted to thank all those who have humbled me with comments, stopped by and made a difference in my world.</div><div>You are all such marvelous individuals whose words have meant more than I suspect most of you would know.</div><div><br /></div><div>You are appreciated.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-639799757625920112011-04-01T16:19:00.002+13:002011-04-01T16:23:03.889+13:00A long time....It's been an incredibly long time since I was here.....<div><br /></div><div>Thinking back to when it all began, and the reason for it, I guess I've changed and so has the reason for having this place of mine.</div><div><br /></div><div>So - what now?</div><div><br /></div><div>It's a totally different season. A new place. A new home. A new job. A new me?</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes... there is always a time and place for everything.</div><div><br /></div><div>So - perhaps it's time to start this thing again? </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-62383365200446811712010-08-21T15:12:00.003+12:002010-08-21T15:23:59.106+12:00beginnings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnO1CugOdqQLpNnOmvpVNrk7D54l6oQR5SaaUhC5NP8cLWe3WTgHZQ7LYB00tL_rc-nkNFcy2iHlEioDHFqK5G4mswkoet-cupgtdh7IcGUN9NNgi-VvUy69sO63AYNSFRFHsicg/s1600/DSC_0156.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnO1CugOdqQLpNnOmvpVNrk7D54l6oQR5SaaUhC5NP8cLWe3WTgHZQ7LYB00tL_rc-nkNFcy2iHlEioDHFqK5G4mswkoet-cupgtdh7IcGUN9NNgi-VvUy69sO63AYNSFRFHsicg/s320/DSC_0156.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507696891514209154" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>I had a wonderful holiday with one of my best friends and then got to spend a week with my brother and sister in law. <div><br /></div><div>Talk about so spoiled and blessed. I'd spent almost two months searching for a job, sending out so many applications and hearing very little back. I'd had a few interviews, but certainly nothing to get excited about. Of course, I never doubt that we learn from these experiences, but I'd reached a point where I just need to be around some people who loved me for me and I didn't have to try and explain who I was any more.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, while it did kind of feel irresponsible to do it - it was something that I desperately needed to - so I went on a road trip with a couple of friends who just happened to be heading that way.... it was wonderful to see them too, and was pretty much the only way we would have caught up. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>To top it off, the trip was timed with two birthdays - so honestly, it was just meant to be! I think really, as much for me as for the girls. :) God does manage to orchestrate things so beautifully. </div><div><br /></div><div>So - after two weeks of R&R I arrived back here to job interviews. In fact, this week has been exhausting, but so great! I've never worked so hard for an interview before. The recruitment agent that I've been working with for one of the jobs has been an absolute gem and I've learnt so much. </div><div><br /></div><div>Amazingly all the jobs are in the electrical industry - and each one different from the other.</div><div>I had to laugh.</div><div><br /></div><div>So - word at the end of the week.... I'm through to the next interview for two of the jobs, which is exciting. But I won't get really excited until I have a job offer in front of me. Praying that it happens next week!!! Although around here, nothing seems to happen quickly. But I'm sure hopeful!</div><div><br /></div><div>Then I can excited about what happens next.... like finding somewhere to live and getting a car. :) That's an experience all on its own. he he.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes - I'm being pruned in a big way, and in the end the fruit will make it all worth while.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yipeeeee!!</div>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-85979142263131144822010-07-06T16:05:00.004+12:002010-07-06T16:13:34.120+12:00WOHOOOO!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVRertRsGYkrf6-PQ5eVdVKUnNc0de_pCeoPHVYuCsyh2YKSEey6z4SOMsc2oVKND_I3kVyuk2LblM3Xvqff8E81es3M9i8gHho6HhgC9P9cAGPy_a3XcILUfdlYQk0TWuTX25Tg/s1600/bluff+sign.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVRertRsGYkrf6-PQ5eVdVKUnNc0de_pCeoPHVYuCsyh2YKSEey6z4SOMsc2oVKND_I3kVyuk2LblM3Xvqff8E81es3M9i8gHho6HhgC9P9cAGPy_a3XcILUfdlYQk0TWuTX25Tg/s320/bluff+sign.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490641306922584850" /></a><br /><br /><div>I passed both my papers - so hopefully that means I've actually graduated! :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah - crazy and hard to get my head around.</div><div><br /></div><div>On that note.... I'm feeling most deserving of a holiday and some R&R to celebrate, so I'm going AWOL for a while.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bags are packed, tickets booked..... watch out world!</div><div><br /></div><div>Where to from here.... who knows.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's a big wide world and there's a whole lot to see. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yes - feels totally insane, but exciting at the same time.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-63756151893899944982010-06-18T08:20:00.002+12:002010-06-18T08:23:24.594+12:00the crazy things...So, the last assignment has been sent off with prayers being whispered on the wind that I've passed and graduation is just around the corner.<div><br /></div><div>Exciting!</div><div><br /></div><div>The last couple of weeks have left me feeling beyond overwhelmed; with school work, work, packing and family.</div><div><br /></div><div>The house has sold - and that all goes through at the end of the month. Absolutely fantastic and exciting...... which also means big things for me.</div><div>Maybe some sleep?</div><div><br /></div><div>For now, I'm catching up on the little things. Getting the bills paid. The washing done. The coffee drunk and a few photos taken.</div><div><br /></div><div>Life carries on, regardless of how we're feeling and where we are.</div><div><br /></div><div>And knowing I'm held in the palm of His hand does much to sooth my soul.</div>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-83458180392798382992010-05-02T10:40:00.005+12:002010-05-02T10:47:20.084+12:00over coffee.....<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc_BieSsXzR5OPaJKcLjCHxZxZY3RvqlgPoKMQGmmSVBpT9G2p_bwX9Gfo2OLQAWfbHw2iT4O9gHRcjRv8Vhz5oHSt2aVpuU3RZwQ9BC-Nbi5y5CDvE1SR-af8Brakkh8H-4_wtQ/s320/DSC_0604.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466435810436107506" /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4r0wdS_W3apycf1syyp3sWZ8JE1MqHDIumedhsgOKm8HdgDGx4RM7GFmnUUsXdWbl1TUnt6kmitSewA-yL7Z1L8TAdh1viHPYzpJfHfz0aR5i6-AAxFspho3LuOqNtet9R7A6w/s320/DSC_0603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466435615467270642" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Tobias checking out the Bantams.... in his laid back way. I think they were far more interested in him than he was in them. I kept waiting for "Tiger", the new rooster to come inside. (named after mr woods because of his 'affection' for the girls.</div><div><br /></div></div>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-45321586013289345532010-04-26T17:01:00.004+12:002010-04-26T17:26:03.049+12:00coming to the end.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf1G-ZlnsftbEtLPUWFRuQPV17pg7Dol1ZBMpdX6mlUOGgPIBgSiiK7Rvb_Qlz_VUYAZA-dmzm4Xsvu-z2qfR2tr5-9npDz1I2_8RjCt-vhLUQ55D4FduZEAUiG8QQfTG8XnTbuA/s1600/DSC_0347.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf1G-ZlnsftbEtLPUWFRuQPV17pg7Dol1ZBMpdX6mlUOGgPIBgSiiK7Rvb_Qlz_VUYAZA-dmzm4Xsvu-z2qfR2tr5-9npDz1I2_8RjCt-vhLUQ55D4FduZEAUiG8QQfTG8XnTbuA/s320/DSC_0347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464308246977400754" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Should I be excited, scared, anxious?</div><div><br /></div><div>I've got 4 weeks left of my university course and then, all going well I graduate with my teaching degree.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's only taken me 10 years. WOW!</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, worth a few fireworks! :)</div><div><br /></div><div>I am scared...... scared of failing, which is something I know we all have to deal with at different times.</div><div><br /></div><div>For me this has been a huge stumbling block in my life. I think when I gave it all up, I'd figured I couldn't do it - not because I couldn't. Yes, there have been some tough moments - but it's doable, but more because I was scared.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've realised lately while I've had so many other things going on in my life that I'm one of those people who doesn't get scared often - but when I do it has an almost paralyzing effect on me. I freak and become incapable of making a decision or just move on. It's the most bizarre thing for me to realise and have to deal with - because I've never really been a person who gets scared of much.</div><div><br /></div><div>Staying at home by myself has never worried me. Swimming out in the ocean doesn't frighten me, I happen to love the dark, will happily drive across country by myself. </div><div>I've come across many people who actually don't like doing some of those things and I've often struggled to understand that kind of fear.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, here I am. A new season approaching. Some massive changes, and I refuse to get scared.</div><div><br /></div><div>Watch out world, here I come!</div>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-12421604176268258622010-03-20T11:03:00.002+13:002010-03-20T11:07:11.341+13:00Tui in action...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKDyTXDPp8Ny8zw1dQTdftN9lmoY8z7Zx7Svog_jEFS7lKGpCKzqwpHUV6dvcPVk_X0qlSY2sKNQeEEyjkBDIvkhOWfNS-_-Bubj11GBpczSIgUBX6ScUyoEhoiIgrxqvueX_gZA/s1600-h/IMG_3624.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKDyTXDPp8Ny8zw1dQTdftN9lmoY8z7Zx7Svog_jEFS7lKGpCKzqwpHUV6dvcPVk_X0qlSY2sKNQeEEyjkBDIvkhOWfNS-_-Bubj11GBpczSIgUBX6ScUyoEhoiIgrxqvueX_gZA/s320/IMG_3624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450469906368276322" /></a><br />We had some old family friends from Canada here last weekend. They're actually on their way down here again today, which will be very cool. This time I get to see a girl that I grew up with, but whom I haven't seen since I was 9. <div>A bit freaky. he he.</div><div><br /></div><div>We used to spend every Easter at their farm in Edmonton till we moved over here.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway.... We took Tui for a spin last weekend. Was great fun, and she went so well. She's hardly acting her age. Turns 25 in May.</div>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-26725884450355842772010-03-17T08:03:00.002+13:002010-03-17T08:07:13.937+13:00Time to let go......The <a href="http://http://www.harcourts.co.nz/Property/View/ML2493/Morrinsville-78-Coronation-Road">house</a> is on the market.<div><br /></div><div>It feels like the right thing to do now, and yet I'm sad at the idea of letting go. The blood, sweat and tears that went into that place. </div><div><br /></div><div>Still, a new season and time for big changes. Hopefully the house will sell quickly, and there won't be any more dramas with tenants who aren't paying rent. he he.</div><div><br /></div><div>More character and more growing.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-25019994131153438882010-03-13T21:47:00.004+13:002010-03-13T22:18:44.925+13:00New Plymouth<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQMqxbU0BXt-TYeBq1i0FiVyCaNQ0K6yXHz_v93BOq0z8j0VqAF4emjp9IXulCuqS_Oe660B0YWK76YKJelSGjoewV0BkGNrhxcc-Mv8rObP0QlncFvniXGY4UbkfFTx5Z3z-FEA/s400/DSC_0244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448037609407849634" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I was down in New Plymouth back in January for a friends baby Baptism.... a great weekend catching up with friends. Think that's the last time I'll be down there for a very long time, though I get a regular phone call asking me when I'm going to come down. he he.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm trying to be staunch and tell people that if they want to catch up with me, they really need to come here. I just can't do as much as I try to do - and the weekends away, while being wonderful adventures just can't happen now. </div><div><br /></div><div>I can appreciate that there is only one of me and often many o</div><div>f "them", but I've always been the one to do the traveling. Now, now I need the time to go into the studies.</div><div><br /></div><div>Boring, huh.</div><div><br /></div><div>Darling, Nifty and I went for a walk down the waterfront while I was down there to check out some stone carvings that had been done. Some of them were brilliant!</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqQx5smlo6GCmHIrIBkM1IYCa3Q-KBF9YF4hTji0Egu6W4VyFfdRQ_CDzneOzMa5cc7YvLkQ8TfAS3oyIeXeIgU6DqydJZYxNy6w0EIgvoKJqZBXEmuXeCx8JtfrL5tj-C2HasbA/s320/DSC_0253.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448039062143011890" /></div>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-24310595803427306792010-03-10T22:14:00.004+13:002010-03-10T22:42:17.211+13:00my boy....<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_377rY7Nz3iuEvCJ8nwv3VRQhzf8VqnIWCaLPVg03N76kOMwu3-1e8P5vFJUJGdkXZuyDSnwk1YRlA5btXgFPlu44SJUYeLazzNxNNDYzrK-VacCK-6qQ4zahKPSSe9nxZ7fFBg/s320/DSC_0286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446933081167874498" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI3zjIfbbiiBByIlDMOrIFhzY-ysRJVOw1sOxFgU08QqpKgry90RyoRXBoXQbMBay0qz6GkXh-Kj4n6MJXUr4E0Q8CIZ8XIQfvBzo79fi0_T_oeR6LQzn7mcvy2KM3v_eobTN2MA/s1600-h/DSC_0261.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI3zjIfbbiiBByIlDMOrIFhzY-ysRJVOw1sOxFgU08QqpKgry90RyoRXBoXQbMBay0qz6GkXh-Kj4n6MJXUr4E0Q8CIZ8XIQfvBzo79fi0_T_oeR6LQzn7mcvy2KM3v_eobTN2MA/s400/DSC_0261.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446931421474652466" /></a><br /><div>Tredway Aritocrat..... known as Jesse James. </div><div>He's such a funny boy. Dad's got his two stallions that he deals with, and I've got Jess. We bonded when he first arrived, and now.... he doesn't really like dealing with anyone else. I mean he's never bad - but he follows me around his paddock, and comes running when I call, neighs out to me - even when he sees my truck. Who wouldn't fall in love with a rebel like that?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-30358726626551273552010-03-09T22:58:00.002+13:002010-03-09T23:06:34.707+13:00inside my head.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgongfoUJIAl1_tGhOsSvutmWAs07XjnHCDa1478xlnAsYLv0O_WPlPghwU-hb1K5FMvEEfci8F-szRDtxUqtYW7sdY0OgKAhYnX9u36591KMoE0lVm7siFW8z8nWUi9ZoZQ_wc3A/s1600-h/DSC_0585.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgongfoUJIAl1_tGhOsSvutmWAs07XjnHCDa1478xlnAsYLv0O_WPlPghwU-hb1K5FMvEEfci8F-szRDtxUqtYW7sdY0OgKAhYnX9u36591KMoE0lVm7siFW8z8nWUi9ZoZQ_wc3A/s320/DSC_0585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446573360044182754" /></a><br />Autumn is nearly upon us here on the other side of the world......<div><br /></div><div>With it comes the noise from calves being weaned, leaves falling and pages from large books being scribbled upon.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, University has begun once more..... with a very full on couple of terms ahead of me before it's all over once and for all. I'll come out of this game with a jumble of letters to go behind my name, which will mean that I'm now more able and eligible to teach a room full of young children than I was previously.</div><div><br /></div><div>There's a small problem with that idea. I have no intention of teaching small children. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, why the need to finish the degree that I started 10 years ago?</div><div><br /></div><div>It's been hanging there, and I couldn't seem to move on before this was finished.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, come July it will all be over. The work I've got to get through in the next 10 weeks is HUGE, but I know I can do it. Not only that, but that I will do it!</div><div><br /></div><div>After that the next adventure begins..... </div><div><br /></div><div>Sadly till then I'm not a nice person to be around while I try to do it all... and do it well.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bare with me world while I stumble along.</div>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-64797105617279087692010-03-04T21:25:00.003+13:002010-03-04T21:28:56.916+13:00Poppa and Israel<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgIvm4mHjscwh4Ioa_fdrW4OxG6b7ljLbqZRbgjRm_vN3xFevBGJs9fMc6b-YuqftCmE5CKliz0ohtWtwbfGHE550c1UTev0UyzMc_di7uwZw2692PWxvNTXSKZ-n9FV_VT00ZWA/s320/DSC_0172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444692290259747970" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Israel went for his first tractor ride with Poppa last weekend. He's become a super cheerful little guy who is a tad obsessed with balls and anything that could possibly be used as a ball. Super funny. <div><div><br /></div></div>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-5226784897385040872010-03-01T08:24:00.001+13:002010-03-01T08:24:47.989+13:00The cousins....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqDJAd2jTaXKmRe62WVl0ZRmohWi7odsqox3YlQtI1RiMq3dROv8LJX0_0mfZzLMLwCFajs2-2aPoGpwBgCbboeKEDj95e2G15CWkK1w3mHbGcipUOIBtPaQtviISu3bKMxdlUdg/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqDJAd2jTaXKmRe62WVl0ZRmohWi7odsqox3YlQtI1RiMq3dROv8LJX0_0mfZzLMLwCFajs2-2aPoGpwBgCbboeKEDj95e2G15CWkK1w3mHbGcipUOIBtPaQtviISu3bKMxdlUdg/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443377465267398914" /></a>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-70166659510935229272010-03-01T08:16:00.002+13:002010-03-01T08:23:36.316+13:00hope and love.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5JGSx4ZtJGTggHC7dxjy5GIedI1YUp9xOHlhgkT4hccjMjGiSOaJP3OYvaX7UQUM81R8ngop-W2AJBJsp0TXoOWn-8PPOiA9hHTKmhgdxRY5z8TIk4wx3UmzLNBhMLf1THgSq0g/s1600-h/DSC_0143.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5JGSx4ZtJGTggHC7dxjy5GIedI1YUp9xOHlhgkT4hccjMjGiSOaJP3OYvaX7UQUM81R8ngop-W2AJBJsp0TXoOWn-8PPOiA9hHTKmhgdxRY5z8TIk4wx3UmzLNBhMLf1THgSq0g/s320/DSC_0143.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443375751996745282" /></a><br />Another wedding this month.<div><br /></div><div>Yes, it would seem all of the cousins are getting married off, with just 3 of us left now. It would seem that it's my family who is letting down the side. he he. Strangely it's my older cousin, Jeremy and I who are a mere 3 months apart in age and my youngest brother who are left in the lot.</div><div><br /></div><div>How do I feel about this?</div><div><br /></div><div>While all of my family are marrying off and beginning families of their own every Christmas I somehow feel more left out of this happy little circle.</div><div><br /></div><div>I realise that's not the case, but emotionally, it does feel somewhat alienating. Irrational?</div><div><br />Thank goodness I get to be a work in progress as I figure things out and grow up.</div><div><br /></div><div> <div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-57518791680595994952010-01-19T10:22:00.001+13:002010-01-19T10:22:49.912+13:00Greetings. . .<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib9vjBIC71CDwCJpH-Ew3Scw_HBqqL8DZkradb-puRm156NZqcgRONLM8XIyZRwDP5xVYqqRPEHtGJa_8THb18xRpsPbUu6RCe-glyjEDI5iK7QA6M4GT8v_ZejCIfvk-HuY9cSQ/s1600-h/image-upload-253-768313.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib9vjBIC71CDwCJpH-Ew3Scw_HBqqL8DZkradb-puRm156NZqcgRONLM8XIyZRwDP5xVYqqRPEHtGJa_8THb18xRpsPbUu6RCe-glyjEDI5iK7QA6M4GT8v_ZejCIfvk-HuY9cSQ/s320/image-upload-253-768313.jpg"/></a><br /><span>Back in the land of reception. It's been kind of airy not being in contact with anyone via cell or email. Figure it can all wait till i'm back. That, and it's physically impossible. He he. Reality does hit when i get back to work though. What a sweet holiday it's been. Gonna soak up the rays and the peace. X</span><br /></div>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-81167641399068706862010-01-15T12:29:00.001+13:002010-01-15T12:29:09.271+13:00Need i say more?<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4z_s_VA_ATanwvu3EAhyphenhyphen8xdYaX1v_7JdjpnrzIWR_cCpRQeNKcV5ECWyrsxVlM02VxVtH5jADhrxGcb_V6x9woB6R4JyP1JrqM2TJ1avHW4TZneytZpYbeuNYwJt7m5veIG6jTA/s1600-h/image-upload-1119-747941.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4z_s_VA_ATanwvu3EAhyphenhyphen8xdYaX1v_7JdjpnrzIWR_cCpRQeNKcV5ECWyrsxVlM02VxVtH5jADhrxGcb_V6x9woB6R4JyP1JrqM2TJ1avHW4TZneytZpYbeuNYwJt7m5veIG6jTA/s320/image-upload-1119-747941.jpg"/></a><br /><span>One of my favourite stores in Napier. </span><br /></div>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-48155103631201608082010-01-13T15:37:00.001+13:002010-01-13T15:37:43.100+13:00East cape light house.<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-663jKXt6kZqVN_lL5oaqZgxIqreNP6u0SiBMKx81Z1qPojYfAe591zVtxcHoB5D9dBxWJTB2eQjVoCuOsKBUxC2HzD7Ry1tYxnHUPeHtKMM2SsPig6t5R6idhd9wA4pn3KCGZw/s1600-h/image-upload-1-758046.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-663jKXt6kZqVN_lL5oaqZgxIqreNP6u0SiBMKx81Z1qPojYfAe591zVtxcHoB5D9dBxWJTB2eQjVoCuOsKBUxC2HzD7Ry1tYxnHUPeHtKMM2SsPig6t5R6idhd9wA4pn3KCGZw/s320/image-upload-1-758046.jpg"/></a><br /><span>755 steps to reach the top. Gorgeous view from walk up and at the top. The lighthouse was originally on an island, but earthquakes had caused so many landslides they had to move it mainland. Would have loved a swim after the climb, but lots to see and do today! </span><br /></div>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-3649846303766086932010-01-13T09:00:00.001+13:002010-01-13T09:00:11.689+13:00Ah, another beach.<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMbY9UWM8xIG3Galmst3YNNK7l4WrRFCuTR4lrYtKwNSSDRY8-lzi0_XxnqMO-JsL8bEKCTrDOajArgcgmojOqxEnMxoxPAY0sy6ltwQyzTMmW0roNcPjWAKDAYWbnb5wHcZ-hw/s1600-h/image-upload-708-709357.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMbY9UWM8xIG3Galmst3YNNK7l4WrRFCuTR4lrYtKwNSSDRY8-lzi0_XxnqMO-JsL8bEKCTrDOajArgcgmojOqxEnMxoxPAY0sy6ltwQyzTMmW0roNcPjWAKDAYWbnb5wHcZ-hw/s320/image-upload-708-709357.jpg"/></a><br /><span>It rained a lot last night, but woke to find the most gorgeous day. Blue sky for miles. Now just need to find coffee to complete the feel good morning. God is good all the time. </span><br /></div>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-54015083978608574402010-01-12T12:29:00.001+13:002010-01-12T12:29:32.700+13:00Ah, coffee. . . .<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5CTIST5dsvyhzfdfExmBBdxPaDkNQfItP6F9wTG9TSsspkZ0JZ-eEARTqbHdJ4-hZgVW-ghAR9EFGcq4qHKKysZf8cO6ZMYrqRFd7zympuzFpLMR6qcds24gL3q80SE9ldxgSA/s1600-h/image-upload-34-771696.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5CTIST5dsvyhzfdfExmBBdxPaDkNQfItP6F9wTG9TSsspkZ0JZ-eEARTqbHdJ4-hZgVW-ghAR9EFGcq4qHKKysZf8cO6ZMYrqRFd7zympuzFpLMR6qcds24gL3q80SE9ldxgSA/s320/image-upload-34-771696.jpg"/></a><br /><span>Another coffee in the next town we've come to while driving around the coast. Suspect this will be the end of cell reception again. Ah, the joys of being in holiday mode. Till we meet again, crazy material world. Be well, friends. </span><br /></div>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-65825369628552896142010-01-11T14:37:00.001+13:002010-01-11T14:37:36.843+13:00The road trip.<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1oD4hpk0eBgH1JA9u3P0HYJa5C32a7gHM1o_GlngJAmZFsTwbbFqt1fc2t_Dy9LxTHmEma440AdVJVCERPOuRHVGdp2wrME5ppE1pl11DvCP7VEZ24MewsvDXlfFrE9Uy3ENnmw/s1600-h/image-upload-314-755714.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1oD4hpk0eBgH1JA9u3P0HYJa5C32a7gHM1o_GlngJAmZFsTwbbFqt1fc2t_Dy9LxTHmEma440AdVJVCERPOuRHVGdp2wrME5ppE1pl11DvCP7VEZ24MewsvDXlfFrE9Uy3ENnmw/s320/image-upload-314-755714.jpg"/></a><br /><span>Traveling around the coast with my friend Gavin. Was desperate for some time away. Of course way more interesting when traveling with a goof. :) </span><br /></div>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-83602906175089971332010-01-01T10:43:00.002+13:002010-01-01T10:52:27.293+13:00Happy New Year....<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Ew9pmM1aIQHv0fJ8Hc8Jg5bUI2LkKgI1aSKmCp3qUe_3sODoep94pp-oa-jXMeIYHySr0o1-AG5h59hEmr_YnnuaTeV0GPMks9LMrizlN13z6SHDEh88xIHgmSDXp5CMv3aRzg/s320/DSC_0221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421520234358123090" /></div><div><br /></div><div>We've made it.... another year!</div><div><br /></div><div>We found ourselves looking after Mandy's grandchildren - a littler of 5, who are adorable! This is the runt of the bunch. A small girl - though according to the vet, she only looks like a runt because the others are all HUGE. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>It's been fun having them, especially now that they've all opened their eyes and have just begun to move around - almost a walk. </div><div><br /></div><div>Mandy knows that something is going on out in the garage, and would love to go and check them out - but we'll leave it for a few more days I think. They've just reached 21 days old now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now we're just waiting for foal number 4 to be born.</div><div><br /></div><div>Welcome to the zoo.</div><div><br /></div>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-64425319587705968162009-12-31T19:05:00.003+13:002009-12-31T19:33:39.243+13:00new years eve....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIVxMe-DAl6o2zB70OsZwy5bvVg_VU5NTq7O3ukK5u5IphTYhNpNutz6RrB1afD-qNQF-Leh9Giu4_u2yObNo6wamJ5PRoN1dCgW9ca1qix6m1opNybaaSuAJQYZYIdfgx2PlZ6w/s1600-h/DSC_0707.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIVxMe-DAl6o2zB70OsZwy5bvVg_VU5NTq7O3ukK5u5IphTYhNpNutz6RrB1afD-qNQF-Leh9Giu4_u2yObNo6wamJ5PRoN1dCgW9ca1qix6m1opNybaaSuAJQYZYIdfgx2PlZ6w/s320/DSC_0707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421279087058340098" /></a><br />~<div>There have been so many adventures this year..... overseas and here in NZ.</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel incredibly blessed.</div><div><br /></div><div>And yet - I'm praying that next year will be more.</div><div><br /></div><div>I sat down by a lake today and pondered what it was I wanted to work on for the year 2010.</div><div>I know that I need to work on being gracious and merciful, but I was also thinking that I really did want to live a life of reckless abondonment. </div><div><br /></div><div>I don't mean that I want to live a life not thinking about what it is I do - but I would like to stop over-thinking the things that I do do.</div><div><br /></div><div>Those thoughts that we have where we feel totally alive and know deep down that this is something we have to do - that we were born to do. Designed to do.</div><div>I want to jump more than think.</div><div><br /></div><div>I want to live and breathe the life that I was meant to live.</div><div><br /></div><div>To give when I'm not feeling gracious.</div><div><br /></div><div>To laugh when I hurt.</div><div><br /></div><div>To smile at strangers.</div><div><br /></div><div>To look on the brighter side.</div><div><br /></div><div>To share all that I have with those around me.</div><div><br /></div><div>And.... to look adventure in the eye and say YES!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Small things?</div><div><br /></div>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-53099693029180237572009-12-24T21:49:00.005+13:002009-12-30T10:01:48.348+13:00Merry Christmas...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8NtmsCdw9s8naRJDk-uNs8KIbqO1SUnMbJBbkpQFWKiEc52p-A_j8yuDKTaIQCNlUM4LPVEZ9qdxrJf_ZTp4b3g44G9dkyr5ZKSuFLTFNWLMIryaisOraaUMjeHUBiHXdzKrkfg/s1600-h/DSC_0114.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8NtmsCdw9s8naRJDk-uNs8KIbqO1SUnMbJBbkpQFWKiEc52p-A_j8yuDKTaIQCNlUM4LPVEZ9qdxrJf_ZTp4b3g44G9dkyr5ZKSuFLTFNWLMIryaisOraaUMjeHUBiHXdzKrkfg/s320/DSC_0114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420764168241497346" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Here I sit, </span></span><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1262119815_0" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Christmas Eve</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> in </span></span><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1262119815_1" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">New Zealand</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">......</span></span><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The </span></span><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1262119815_2" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; cursor: pointer; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom- background-position: initial initial; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Christmas music</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> is playing in the background while I sip on Christmas tea, and all I wish right now is that it would snow!</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">After all these years it still feels incredibly wrong to be summer and </span></span><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1262119815_3" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Christmas</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">. However, I am pleased that being in New Zealand does mean that I'll get to spend tomorrow with family and friends for more fun and madness than you could imagine. I'll even get the opportunity to defend my golf title that Tamati and I won last year. </span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It's been an interesting year for me, with quite a few big changes. The house I'd been doing up in Morrinsville has been finished and is now rented out and I'm back at the farm with mum, dad and Alex who moved back up from </span></span><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1262119815_4" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Christchurch</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> a few months ago.</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The farm is absolutely gorgeous and I do feel spoiled to have the space, animals and ideal location for adventures. At the moment we have 3 foals, 5 puppies and a number of chicks running around. All are amazing time wasters, though I find I'm often running around in any spare time I have. </span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I decided to try and fit in some university papers during the second half of the year, which was supposed to happen after I'd moved to the farm, but coincided badly with the move. I managed to get everything done and just found out the other day that I've passed both which means I have just two more papers to complete. Hopefully they'll be done by the middle of next year.</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">While studying I also managed to fit in a trip to </span></span><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1262119815_5" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Australia</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> with my friend Jiljane. We met in Adelaide and drove from there through the Barossa Valley to </span></span><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1262119815_6" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Sydney</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">. I had an amazing time learning more about wine and exploring some stunning countryside. I would love to get back there again sometime to see more of the wineries and of course try more of the wines. </span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">There was also a trip to Rarotonga for my brother; David's wedding in May. It was an absolutely gorgeous ceremony and one of the most intimate and sweet receptions I've been to. We actually each gave a little speech which was quite special. While I didn't cope well with the climate, and was desperate enough to even try and return early - Raro is a stunning place to visit. It certainly cemented the fact that I'm a cooler climate girl!</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Dave and Sara are now living in </span></span><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1262119815_7" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Victoria BC, Canada</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> (Sara arrived there today!!) And I suspect they may be there for a few years? </span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">After years of not traveling overseas at all - I managed to fit in two trips to lands unknown and find that the feet are more itchy than ever. We'll see where I end up next year.....</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I hope this finds you well and that you've done more than just survive another year.</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">For now, have a wonderful, blessed Christmas and all the best for the year ahead.</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Much love,</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">CJ xxx</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div><br /></div></span>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738518.post-71497197553392348182009-12-18T15:44:00.003+13:002009-12-30T09:49:45.353+13:00beginning to look a lot like Christmas....~<br />It is that time of year once more.....<br /><br />The Christmas tree is up, and there are presents underneath all ready to be torn apart on the day, and I've been baking like a wild thing.<br /><br />Most of my clients have received their gingerbread men, though I will need to do another baking stint this weekend to get it all finished.<br /><br />This time of year seems to be more chaotic than typical, and I have to remind myself the reason for the season - which is NOT to stress yourself out and get all wound up about what you haven't done.<br /><br />Before I know it - the new year will be here.....<div><br /></div><div>For now, I hope I can catch my breath and enjoy the season ahead.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hope you all do as well! </div><div><br /></div><div>Be blessed. </div>Using up the words....http://www.blogger.com/profile/15459047779303418206noreply@blogger.com0