26/12/12: Aiden, a calm wee sham.

This is a little post on wee Aiden, the son of my sister Bernadette and her husband Kenneth. He is one and a bit and his hair is not unlike this pop singer's hair.

I am actually Aiden's godfather, which apparently doesn't mean anything nowadays but it certainly sounds cool.

25/12/12: Christmas etc.

It took quite a bit of coaching from me but Joanne eventually got the picture I was wanting. The criteria was that it had to be a picture that showed how awesomely relaxing a time I was having in the hammock with a glass of wine. Shit yeah.  Merry Christmas etc.

24/12/12: Shopping list.

I'm home alone at the moment because it's Christmas and all my flatmates have gone home to their respective places of origin.

So to find this shopping list when I'm home alone has put my imagination into some sort of frenzy. There's clearly a murder being planned. By who? And which flatmate(s) will be murdered?  Are the sponges and the laundry powder needed to get rid of any evidence? And the toilet paper?

Do you have any ideas?

23/12/12: Rosa the Smiling Girl.

niece  

/nēs/

Noun A daughter of one's brother or sister, or of one's brother-in-law or sister-in-law.

22/12/12: Janice.

This is Janice:

Janice is Stephanie's cat.  I am Stephanie's boyfriend.

Janice sleeps in Stephanie's bed.  When I am in Wanganui, I do and Janice does not.

I can't help but feel there is some friction between Janice and myself.

Janice looks at me like this:

Like this:

Like this:

21/12/12: Kai Iwi Beach

It was here at Kai Iwi Beach that I had the swim of the summer so far.  It was unbelievably lovely in the water.  I could have spent all afternoon in there, gaily jumping and splashing about in the waves like a seal.

I'm learning something about water temperature in New Zealand though.  Like, cereal, in Wellington the water is usually a bit cold.  You can still go on in and have a swim but you have to really turn up your braveness to 11 to get over the initial coldness of the water.   Up at Kai Iwi Beach the story is different.  As I said, I could have stayed in there all afternoon.

There must be some sort of line somewhere up the country.  Below the line is too cold to swim.  Above the line is just right.  I've tried to draw this on a map but I couldn't find a very good map of the New Zealand so excuse me if there are any inaccuracies.

20/12/12: Up to see my boo.

I started off today with a dirty great hangover.  Not pleasant.  My way of dealing with it was to go into school and play the drumskit.  Playing the drums is awesome.  My only wish regarding playing the drums is: "I wish I could be better at playing the drums."  When recording myself playing the drums I end up having to use a few tricks to make it sound good.  One trick is to make sure I'm not trying to play something too complicated.

After a successful recording session, I got back into my Mitsubishi Chariot 1992 and hot-footed it up to Wanganui to see Stephanie, my boo.

We went out for a little drive that night.  Here's a photo of Wanganui from the top of Durie Hill:

You'll need to click on it to embiggen it.