Dat moment ...

...when you get the "Are you OK" email from church because you've been AWOL. Then you think, surely it hasn't been that long? Then you try to remember the last time you went to church and you can't. Oops.

It is bad that what you think of when you wake up on a Sunday morning is going to the market to get a hot Sichuan soup or spicy bratwurst or soothing pho or sweet banana and chocolate crepe? Probably.

Please pray for my soul. And please pray that the damn Sichuan soup people are at the market today, because the last time I dragged my poor kids out on a bitterly cold Sunday morning so I could get my spice fix, they weren't there, so the kids caught a cold for nothing! ("Nothing" may or may not mean a combo of a beef burrito, chocolate crepe and caramel churros...)

Amene.

Right vs Ideal

So this recently happened:
http://www.talamua.com/assessors-find-leslie-kolhase-not-guilty/

Prior to the verdict, it was summarised by fellow crazy blogger here:
http://siusegacrazy.blogspot.co.nz/2014/07/love-your-kids.html

My heart breaks for the families of the two boys who died in the crash. Someone drove that truck too fast that night, and they don't even have the decency to be honest about it.

It got us thinking last night, the husband and I. If our kid was the reckless driver that night, what would be do? As parents, what would be our priority? Would we want to protect our child from the hardship and trauma that would come with imprisonment? Would we want to ensure their record was clear for the sake of their future interests and career paths? Would we be concerned with protecting the "family name"? Would we use everything and everyone in our power and influence to ensure our desired outcome was met? What would be the right thing to do?

Earlier this year, a young man in Christchurch got into a drunken brawl, as young men do. As a result, someone died, and the assaulter was charged with manslaughter. His parents were extremely saddened at the possibility of their son being imprisoned. When they were finally able to see their son prior to the hearing, they asked him if he was responsible for the victim's injuries, and therefore his death. When he answered yes, their advice to him were along these lines:
Although you did not intend to kill this man, as a result of your actions, he is now dead. In court, you must tell the truth in your plea. Do not lie. In the likelihood that you will be imprisoned, know that we love you, and will visit you regularly. But this is what is right.

The young man pleaded guilty to the manslaughter charge.

Out of the two contrasting cases - one where a family would shelter and protect their child from the consequences of their actions, disregarding the value and impact on the victim's family, and the other where a family face and learn from the consequences and teach their child to do the same - which would you be, if put in the same situation?

I know which one I would hope to be.

Sofia

So when I'm not crying about how useless I am at my job, being a wife and mother, I'm moonlighting as a wannabe food reviewer. Hahaha. Yea whatever, pei lava ga masagi ai.

Wellington is a food haven though, and when I do remember (i.e. once every couple of years) I like to share my food experiences with others who are out there searching for culinary truth. HA!! Again, ua muliga Jamie Spitty Oliver ma Gordon Fiafaikeige Ramsay.

Anyway, if you want to know how much money I don't have that I'm wasting and where I got this tummy / ass / arm flaps / chin, go and have a faikala and a laugh:

http://www.zomato.co.nz/user_details?userid=24115

Seek

Some of the mindless time-wasting things we do is go through Seek and look at other job opportunities, i.e. more money (lesbehonest).

Him: "What about this one?" [reads out job description]
Me: "Yea, I could do that."
Him: "What about [blah blah blah]?"
Me: "You know what job I'm really interested in? Can you check if there are any openings for a 'Lady Of Leisure'? Or how about 'Millionairess'?"

Eka, if only.

Back to reality and the grind we go. The baby needs more nappies, the girl's birthday is coming up.
Also, we kind of went overboard on our KFC Hot and Spicy obsession of late, so the bank is empty and the tummy rolls overflowing. Se ty-oh ia.

Bout dat life

This weekend a few friends of mine are coming down from Auckland for a "girls weekend" in Welly. That's how tragic my social skill are, that after 4 years of moving to Wellington I'm still a loner, and I have to either fly to Auckland to see people or have them fly down to visit me. PA-thetic.

So, now to the weekend. The thought of trying to plan activities for the weekend, and then plan for the kids while I'm not around, it's so draining. To be fair, I should really just leave it to the man and trust that he and the clones will be alive when I return. And the girls are so low-maint and Wellington is relatively easy to get around and fuss free. So what the hell am I worried about??

The real problem is that I'm so hermatised (new word!) that the mere thought of leaving the house to do something potentially fun is setting all the alarm bells off. Again, pathetic! Besides, I just received the rest of the Ender's quintet books and I could just read for days ...

So I'm trying to psych myself up:

• I get to chat and gossip for hours with the girls
• Hell, I get to talk in normal adult-speak and not a baby voice or in scolding lingo
• I get to wear as uncomfortable an outfit as I want
• I get the option of eating out at an establishment that doesn't need to have highchairs, a kids' menu or wide tables in case of swinging baby arms/thighs or flying bottles
• I get to moan about how sleep-deprived I am. Oh wait, I do that right now ...

I'm tired just thinking about it. And I'm so sleep-deprived! Sorry Miley, but we is not bout dat life.

Everything is awesome

Oh so the annoying Lego song says.

Going to Auckland for a one-day visit to see the family. Just me and kids. I will need to pop a whole bottle of patience pills before each flight...BUT I'm really looking forward to seeing my family. Wellington is a lovely city, but it's a lonely one too. I miss people I know. I don't want to know new people, I like the ones I already have, but I don't really have them because they're too far. Sigh.

So drastic introvert measures have been taken: instead of taking the kids to the park and meeting new people there, I'm taking them up to Auckland for one day to see the ones we already know. Same diff. Problem solved. Bank account smashed. #care

Smiley face

When I see a smiley emoticon, I tend to think that more often than not it alludes to the preceding statement/question meaning more than it seems to say.

For example:
"You look happy [smiley face]" possibly means "Whoa who ate all the pies?"
"My bad [smiley face]" maybe means "I'm pretty much the biggest ass on the planet right now."

So when the landlord texts:
"I've never seen so many leaves down the side path before [smiley face]"
it must not mean something good.

How about you give us notice before you come onto the property like you're supposed to? And how about you fix the leaking roof and let the leaves decay and return the nutrients to the soil like how nature intended? [smiley face]