Monday, August 15, 2011

Tattooed in a Snowstorm

Stencil! ready to go.

I don't think I'll forget today in a hurry. No, seriously.
Mainly because of my tattoo but partly, partly because of the snowstorm.

Snow! Real snow from my office! Snow! Real snow from my office!

Seriously. It snowed in Wellington. More than I can ever remember.

Snowwww! from Bowen House

But yes. Also the tattoo. I'm in love with it.
Síorghrá is Gaelic for eternal love.

Outline done! Shading: mostly done.

Gill does amazing work.

Blue ribbon!

I can't wait until it's healed. He used turquoise for the keyhole and the script but it doesn't really show up here.
It's beautiful though.

Complete. Swollen and complete.

It was kind of chilly spending most of the afternoon in a sleeveless top.
In a snowstorm.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

365 in 2011

Oh Darling 365

Sunday: heading home from rehearsal
Sunday
On the way home from a lines run for Oleanna.

Monday: carpark texture
Monday
Texture in the Parliament car park.
We only have one car key. If Craig is late I have to entertain myself somehow.

Tuesday: throwing horns & his grandfather's watch
Tuesday
Darling husband driving nonchalantly, throwing horns and wearing his grandfather's gold watch.

Wednesday: violent dawn
Wednesday
An exceptionally violent dawn.

Thursday: exciting!
Thursday
Craig sent me running to the newspaper - I thought it was something work related.
I was almost relieved to find out it was a terrible photo of me.

Friday: cancelled, crushed
Friday
Home when I should have been at the Gryphon. Drunk when I should have been performing.

Saturday: fern from the drain
Saturday
The garden is rising up. It will reclaim Park Place.


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straightening my hair

Cancellation. Disappointment.



I had such grand plans. I was so looking forward to revisiting Carol.
It has been the first role where I was actually proud of myself and my work.
That is hard, truly hard, to admit - caught as I am in the flux between self-hatred and narcissism.

During the performances I was terrified and fighting, I was strong and in control, I came close to tears every single night.
Don't you begin to see? Don't you begin to understand? It's not for you to say

Then, after it was advertised in the newspaper, my seemingly-cursed costar pulled out.
Poor dude missed the first two performances, stuck in Australia, missed rehearsals due to illnesses and dog-attack, and now a family death.

And I? All I can seem to care about is how disappointed I am. Ridiculous. There goes the self-hatred again.

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

These days I'm spread so thin

Mock up for my tattoo consultation tomorrow All wrapped up & on the way home


Life is a tumbling whirling ride of a thing at the moment. I cannot seem to catch my breath.

This past weekend ended in a funk. It was Sunday evening and I realised that I hadn't had any time to just be. It was filled with paleo-food and football and running and a lunch meeting and rehearsal and family dinner. There was barely a moment to let my thoughts settle.

It comes in waves, this frenetic life, it is all feast or famine. Right now, I am stuffed.

This week I revisit Oleanna, my brain is tired from keeping Carol's words inside and fresh. I can't wait for Sunday morning. I imagine that my pillow will be pooled with the words escaping via my ears. Ew. That was an unnecessarily disgusting metaphor. I apologise.

Disgusting metaphor aside, I am so looking forward to having a day where I have nothing else to do? I plan to keep it completely empty.

Following on from sleepy-Sunday comes a not-so-manic-Monday. At 2pm on the 15th I am getting my new tattoo.
Not exactly a relaxing afternoon but one where I do not have to do anything other than lie on my back and wince.

I am super excited about my tattoo - I took my inspiration images (lock, ribbon, key, forget-me-nots, gaelic) to my artist 6 weeks ago and he sent me a message yesterday as he was working on the design.

I hope that keeping time free like this will make the rest of August and September seem ... not quite so busy.
But I won't hold my breath. It's only two days afterall.
Then again, what else is a weekend?

Síorghrá <3 - by Rudy Faber

Sunday, August 07, 2011

365 in 2011

Oh Darling 365

Sunday: brunch pre-paleo
Sunday
Craig and I headed into Petone for a pre-paleo brunch.

Monday: dentist. eesh.
Monday
I really resent this old man statue - it's right by my dentist.

Tuesday: out late
Tuesday
Nearly midnight and I was just arriving home. Kind of drunk.

Wednesday: only a smidge late
Wednesday
Pink and lavender dusk.

Thursday: creepy fog
Thursday
Terrible creepy clouds across the harbour.

Friday: dying daffodils
Friday
Dying daffodils in the office. They smell terrible. One of my least favourite flowers.

Saturday: lichen
Saturday
I headed out to watch Craig play football. I preferred the lichen.


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ugh

Wednesday, August 03, 2011

Dinosaur Diet: Chilli and Garlic Chicken Salad

Chili & garlic chicken #paleo #dinosaurdiet


Three days in and my Dinosaur Diet is going swimmingly.
No cheating at all. I mean, food-wise. Last night I was out and had wine. But I did so much better than the co-workers I was out with. I am totally going to win this damn challenge.


Tonight's meal:

Chilli and Garlic Chicken Salad (ish).

Ingredients:
2 chicken breasts
2 tbsp olive oil
1 chilli, chopped
4 garlic cloves, chopped
6 tbsp lemon juice
Baby spinach
Slivered almonds

Preheat the oven to 180c/350f.
Mix all the oil, chilli, garlic, and lemon juice together. Slice the chicken breast, lay in a greased oven pan and pour over the sauce, making sure to cover it all.
Bake for 30-40 minutes.
Serve over a "salad" of baby spinach and top with toasted slivered almonds.

- if I had thought in advance I would've added some red capsicum and paleo-mayonnaise. Eh. It was still really good.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

365 in 2011

Oh Darling 365

Sunday: apples and lemons
Sunday
Apples for the newly-off-sugar wife and lemons for the head-cold husband.

Monday: heading to the train station at dusk
Monday
Mr Man took the day off work so under a darkening sky I made my own way home.

Tuesday: dawn through drapes
Tuesday
Golden dawn as seen through half-open blinds.

Wednesday: beautufl book, beautiful cover
Wednesday
I picked this book because of the beautiful cover. Thankfully, as often is the case, judging a book by the cover paid off.

Thursday: tattly fake tattoos!
Thursday
My design-y fake tattoos from Tattly arrived. I cannot wait to try them out.
Including the knuckle tattoos. Especially the knuckle tattoos*.

Friday: Grafitti in Wellington
Friday
Work drinks were relocated to the Matterhorn. I saw this graffiti on the way.

Saturday: soft tree soft hills
Saturday
The day was soft and warm. The lichen and the clouds and the soft soft light.


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Early morning reflection


* because I'm pretty certain that any traditionally "job-killer" tattoos - neck, hands, face, etc - are not in my future.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Pa Pa Paleo. My Dinosaur Diet

Dinosaur! Bert.


I am terrible when challenged. My competitive streak comes out and ... I find it hard to resist.
I have to prove I can do ... pretty much whatever it may be.

This time I am taking part in an office-wide diet challenge. Paleo.

One of my lovely coworkers has been eating Paleo with her rowing club for 5 weeks now and has convinced slightly less than two-handfuls of other coworkers to undertake the same challenge. It's not based on losing weight or gaining muscle or anything like that. It's just ... eating weird.

Perhaps weird is the wrong word.

According to that font of all knowledge, Wikipedia, Paelo is

known as the Paleolithic diet (abbreviated paleo diet or paleodiet), also popularly referred to as the caveman diet, Stone Age diet and hunter-gatherer diet, is a nutritional plan based on the presumed ancient diet of wild plants and animals that various human species habitually consumed during the Paleolithic era—a period of about 2.5 million years duration that ended around 10,000 years ago with the development of agriculture. In common usage, such terms as the "Paleolithic diet" also refer to the actual ancestral human diet.
Centered on commonly available modern foods, the "contemporary" Paleolithic diet consists mainly of grass-fed pasture raised meats, fish, vegetables, fruit, roots, and nuts, and excludes grains, legumes, dairy products, salt, refined sugar, and processed oils


Maybe it's a little weird.

Essentially it seems like a stricter version of the Atkins diet? Which would, normally, have turned me off the whole thing.
But in the weeks before and since the gauntlet was laid down I have found out that 3 different people-who-blog and 2 different people-I-actually-know have been secretly eating Paleo and loving it.

Even the original coworker, the coersive one*, the genesis of all of this is signing herself up. She is finishing her rowing 6 week challenge and then heading straight into the office challenge.

We gauge accomplishment not by losing weight or gaining muscle but on a points based system. Everybody starts the day with 30 points and then points are gained or lost by eating paleo food or not, by sleeping 8 hours, by exercising, by drinking water or alcohol, and by taking fish-oil capsules.

In essence, the main points are:
x No grains. This includes bread, rice, pasta, corn, oatmeal (also any gluten-free pseudo-grains)
x No sugar of any kind, real or artificial
x No dairy. This includes cheese, yogurt and milk (natural clarified butter is allowed for cooking)
x No legumes. This includes beans of all kinds, lentils and peanuts
x No preservatives, processed or packaged foods (as much as is practical - look for ones without sugar or soy or dairy)

I have even managed to convince Craig to go along with this hare-brained scheme. I don't remember HOW exactly I managed to do it. But I did. Perhaps with the promise of bacon and eggs for breakfast.

Yesterday I brought home a paleo recipe book in which I had flagged the recipes I thought sounded good. Miracle upon miracle, he liked them all too.

AND! Because this is so outside the realm of our usual fare this weekend I am going to get my organisation on and plan out the meals for the week and the food we need to buy and all that mishigas.
I can't wait.

I'll let you know how it goes!

I have to admit I am a little worried. Not so much about the refined sugar and the dairy, I've given up sugar already, and I don't eat much dairy to begin with, but the carbohydrates! I'll miss bread and pasta and rice.
Also the fake sugars - Craig and I drink unhealthy amounts of diet soda. I think cutting that out will be hardest of all. But probably be the best for us.
If it goes really well, I might even share some of the recipes.
Only time will tell.


* Actually, I blame the coworker who said he would totally waste [us] all. HE I MUST BEAT.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

365 in 2011

Oh Darling 365

Sunday: oreo studded brownie
Sunday
I baked oreo-studded brownies.
By the end of the week I will have given up sugar completely.

Monday: Mr Man built our bed
Monday
Our new bed arrived - Craig got his manly-man on and built it.

Tuesday: Petrol Run and a Terrible Mood
Tuesday
We made a petrol run at the end of the day - I was in a terrible no good mood.

Wednesday: uh-oh Paleo
Wednesday
A cookbook for our office Paleo challenge.

Thursday: comfort food after the dentist
Thursday
We stopped for burgers after my horrible horrible dentist visit.

Friday: no more sugar
Friday
Snacking on almonds and dates now that I don't eat sugar. Sigh.

Saturday: taunting lollipops
Saturday
Crystal earrings and lollipops from Beginning Boutique. The lollipops were taunting me. But I just moved them away. I will win.


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Curly Hair