Pug Life

When moving house, a torturous affair, it behoves one to make one's own fun.

(It's been there since Sunday. They only just noticed. Hee!)

My head might explode, I'm so excited.

Dearest The Internet,

I have a fear. I am just the teeniest bit afraid that my head might explode (boom) because ... well ... everything is going right. For a change. My poor cynical cranium, It is unused to the pressure of such things.

Oh. Now that I think about it. this seems all terribly depressing. I did not intend it to be so! I simply mean that I'm unused to so MANY things going right ALL AT THE SAME TIME.


(boom)


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I am SO excited.

On top of all of this my social calendar is just bursting at the seams.

These next few weeks are a flurry of packing and moving and work functions and passport applications and birthday parties and oh just everything.

I don't know how I will handle it. But I'll try.

xoxo, Sarah-Rose

365 in 2011

Sunday
Feeling a little bit normal - I painted my nails. OPI Skull and Glossbones teamed with OPI Done out in Deco.


Monday
Pak 'n' Save Petone sure has a LOT of Rugby World Cup 2011 spirit.


Tuesday
In the middle of the day the weather collapsed into m&m size hail. By the time I made it to the car in the evening it was sunny but still cold enough that the hail was sticking.


Wednesday
I AM OFFICIALLY AN IRISH CITIZEN.


Thursday
Magritte advertising at a Wellington shoe store. I loved it.


Friday
Sometimes, like this Friday, I forget to take a photo until I'm in the bathroom on the way home.


Saturday
Gorgeous Wellington graffiti near our new place.
Yes. Our new place. On Saturday we signed a tenancy agreement on an inner city apartment. I am so excited.


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Post Paleo

Today marks six weeks of Paleo for Craig and I. How'd we do?
I think we did pretty well. We didn't make it through 100% of the time, but I'm pretty certain we averaged over 80%, probably closer to 90%. I coped a little better with office lunches than my sandwich-fan husband, but that was always expected.

My smallest pair of jeans, the jeans I couldn't fit 6 weeks ago? are now the only pair of jeans I own which fit properly.


So what now?

Much to Craig's chagrin, I don't want to jump back on the refined carbohydrate bandwagon. But I miss ... soy sauce. And tortillas. And chickpeas.
(I really don't miss dairy, or bread)

I think the lasting impact of Paleo is more about eating whole foods.
I read more labels than ever before. I avoid emulsifiers and stabilisers and ridiculous additives. Unusually, I'm eating more organic than ... ever. It just seems to be making sense to me.


Oh and the coworker who said he would waste us all? Didn't make it a week. Victory!

365 in 2011

Apologies in advance for this week. I was really rather sick.


Sunday
Alcohol is always a welcome present in our family.


Monday
The first day at home with my cold. I thought it did not need to visit the doctor. I was wrong.


Tuesday
I felt no better and moved onto adding lemon and honey to my self-medication.


Wednesday
I fought through a morning at work then slept an afternoon at home. When I finally woke up I went to the doctor.
Apparently I had a very high fever and should not have been at work that morning.


Thursday
Penicillin, the West Wing, and bed.


Friday
I made it out of bed! And hung out a lot of clothes I'm getting rid of so that my family could "shop" Park Place on Saturday.


Saturday
Found this terrifying old polaroid of my husband. I think he was 17? 18? at the time.


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Once someone drew me with a squirrel on my head.

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365 in 2011

Sunday
I was wrangled into helping the BCTT rehearse.


Monday
Tattoo t-shirt sale!


Tuesday
Pretty sure this was a no-good, very-bad day.


Wednesday
Meatloaf AND Def Leppard are coming to Wellington. This seems ... not very 2011.


Thursday
I spent an hour in the afternoon listing stuff on TradeMe.


Friday
Drunken, angry pizza.


Saturday
I am now a BIG fan of the falafel at Brooklyn Cafe.


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The End of Another August

August

2006


2007

apparently I only took ONE photo in August 2007

2008

hawaii

2009

I miss noodles a lot at the moment

2010


2011



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2006

I was a baby. This was my first day as a married woman.

2011

I always feel more myself with my hair darker.

365 in 2011

Sunday
My baby sister turned twenty years old. The family gathered for laser strike followed by family movies and mojitos and trivial pursuits.


Monday
Grapes are back in season! A box of seedless grapes lasts almost a week of lunches.


Tuesday
My Insta-Hawaii book arrived from blurb.com.


Wednesday
I went to the World of Wearable Arts and was not wow-ed. In this, I am the minority.


Thursday
I'm working on building up my New Zealand designer wardrobe. Slowly, but surely.


Friday
Purple pattern at the office.


Saturday
I am a terrible basil-mama. I can not seem to keep it alive.
On Saturday I tried moving outside for a bit.


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Town Mouse

Dear Internet,
Please forgive me, for I am about to rant.

Last night I went to the World of Wearable Arts dress rehearsal.



It was horrible. I do not know why I thought I would like it - I do not like interpretive dance, I don't find the wearable art particularly moving*, and I never watch the televised version because it bores me. But I went. It was horrible.

I suppose, the one good thing that came out of last night is that now, when I am told - in a smarmy tone, ALWAYS the smarmy tone - that I really MUST go because it's just TOO TOO fabulous and how it's SUCH A SHAME that I live in Wellington and DON'T GO to WoW I can tell them that I did go. And it was horrible.

Besides the general boredom, the insufferable child & animal performers, the men-dressed-as-women-equals-hilarious shtick, and the women in the audience hooting everytime a man wore tights, there was one straw which broke the proverbial camel's back.

Fred fucking Dagg.



I am sick and tired of being made to feel like I am not a "real" New Zealander because I do not like the countryside.

Because I do not own or like mud-caked gumboots and a wife beater. Because, more often than not, I find pavlova cloying and overly sweet. Because I do not like paua shell. Because I do not know Ten Guitars.

Because my idea of a future life for my family does not involve a paddock. The quarter acre dream is not mine. I do not secretly want to retire to the country and do hard yakka. I enjoy that I am not entirely sure to what the "number eight" in "number eight wire" refers, though I presume it is the gauge. I do not want a bach with a corrugated iron shed and worn sheets on the splinter-y bedframes.

I like the city. I prefer the city.

I like the background hum of traffic, I like the smell of rain on a hot pavement, I like that there are cafés and bars and restaurants and stores all within walking distance, I like people-watching. I like wearing inappropriate shoes and never wearing trackpants. I loathe enclosed shopping malls and homogenised suburbs. Give me urban, give me grime, give me culture.

I admit, I can admire verdure, and clean air, and stars. I like that the countryside is there, over the hills, a drive and a bit away. That's fine. It's nice that it's there if I feel like a change.

But I am a town mouse. I always will be. I am sick of being told I am not a real New Zealander because of it.

sincerely, Sarah-Rose


* and I LIKE modern art. I just like pieces which make me feel something other than "huh" or "meh".