Very festive isn’t it??

I like Halloween. I like dressing up and partying.  So for now I have a pumpkin and black coloured theme.

Actually,  I just like the party the family friends throw every year. We go over, the Wankers Club are always there, we drink, we dance and sing along to all our fav old hits and then about 4 or 5 am we look around and suddenly realise that it’s just me and the brothers, and maybe a friend or two still awake. It’s at this time that I tend to slink off home into the night. If I stay long enough, people start waking up and that’s when you KNOW  you sould be gone.

For last year’s one I dressed up as a witch. A pregnant looking witch to be honest. It was before my operation so the dress went over my boobs and then fell straight down. None of this clingly to my hippy’s kinda thing going on it was very long, and heavy and all over the place. But it was the only costume that fit my huge boobies. 

I LOVE any kind of festival season. Christmas is my fave because for me in the space of one week I have Christmas, my brithday and New Years. But mostly I love festive seasons because of the parties 😀

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Camping with the girls

From the 2nd of Jan till the 6th myself and 3 other girlfriends went camping on Waiheke Island. We took the car over on the car ferry, and spent days lying in the sun, swimming in the insanely sallow beach, eating over priced food, drinking over price alcohol, and being lazy. I slathered myself with sunscreen and hardly ate much at all. Mostly because I didn’t have much money, which was a blessing in disguise.

On the 2nd day T’s parents came around in their boat and took us out for a lunch time cruise. We parked up nice nd deep and jumped off the top. Took the dog in the water and swam with flippers and goggles. A boat pulled up next to us and asked if we had some spare petrol. They had a leak and couldn’t make it back to land. We passed on some petrol and let them have it free despite their offers of payment. Told them to pay it forward. That’s the best thing ever. It makes me feel good when I can help someone out and not accept payment. I like to think of it as karma. I know I get that from mum, she’s a real believer of the karma stuff.

When we got back from Waiheke I was disapointed and pissed off to walk into the apartment and find bf still asleep (at 12.30) and the place in an absolute mess. His words were “I was gunna do it” but that’s his middle name. I was gunna. He never acutally does. Becuase he doesn’t care about things like Valentines Day, he thinks I don’t. He never even asked me, he just said.

I think I may be falling out of love with him. A month ago the thought scared the shit out of me.

But now, I think it’s just the natural progression of things. I work during the day, and he works during the night, and we can go 3 or 4 days without seeing each other despite living in the same house. He doesn’t make an effort either. I have talked to him and asked that he makes an effort, that we act like a young couple, not like an old married couple. But without my nagging it’s not happening. And I don’t want to nag. I know that asking him those things isn’t a total impossible ideal because I know others where it’s not an impossibility. A surprise now and then would be nice. But… I don’t expect mircles.

And I think I’ll be battling the computer forever.

I don’t know what to do.

I wish I was back on holiday

I’ve just spent 5 days in ignorance to what is happening in the world around me and I wish I was back there.

I came home today from camping with my girlfriends (update tomorrow) and went to find out what is happening in the world. I found out that a boy who lived in the small community where I grew up (my parents and brother and sister still live there, and I kinda half do) had a terrible accident yesterday, and last night they turned his life support off. If that wasn’t enough to bring my mood down (everyone knows everyone in that community) my brother and sister expressed happiness of all emotions at the fact that he was dead. I was talking to my brother so he got a piece of my mind, but I just can’t fathom how he could say some of the things he was saying.

My brother and sister lack compassion, and that depresses me. I would have thought their upbringing would mean they would care for their family, friends and community. I will admit that he was an accident waiting to happen, but he did not deserve to die. He was just a typical boy gone slightly off the rails, but with the right people surrounding him he would have carried on just fine and got past it all.

Here is the newspaper article. I’m still so upset, and it’s more so because I cannot get over what my brother and sister said. If I was still on holiday I wouldn’t have known what terrible people they can be.

A teenager was last night fighting for his life after the go-kart he received for Christmas collided with a motorbike just 20 metres from his home.

K C, 15, was airlifted from K******** B** to Auckland City Hospital yesterday evening with serious head injuries, only a few days after celebrating his birthday with family and friends.

His younger brother S, 8, and friend K* F, 15, watched with horror as the crash occurred on K*******-O**** Rd at 3pm.

“He was mucking around and crashed,” K* said last night.

“The motorbike fella flew about eight metres in the air. K flipped off and lay on the ground.

“I was telling him to breathe because he wasn’t. There was a big hole in his leg and crack in his head. He couldn’t open his eyes.”

The former P******** C******* student had been working with his stepfather R W putting up electric security fences.

W, a Meremere speedway racer, bought the go-kart, which can reach speeds of 50km/h, for his stepson to do up.

K decided to fix the car and drive it before his stepfather had the chance to check it.

K* and another friend, J**** M****-B*****, 14, believed the go-kart brakes were faulty.

“He would have tried to stop it but it takes a long time to slow,” J said.

The motorcycle rider was taken to Middlemore Hospital with minor injuries.

Serious Crash Unit said investigations were continuing.

It was just one of a string of serious smashes on another horror day on New Zealand roads.

Siblings

I’m going to post a couple of pictures of my brother and sister.

Seriously, the internet is huge, and the chances of someone stumbling across this blog, and then linking us via the pics, is so small, I’m not worried.

anyway, every year we give our grandparents a calender for christmas with family photos and they love it. I’ve started taking the photos as I was putting it together and I wasn’t happy with using snaps from the family album.

This is my brother from last years calender when he was 15

Ethan 06

That’s not makeup btw, just shadows.

My sister, from last year, 17yrs old

Ethan this year, 16

and Abby this year, 18