from third to sixth form i was like this economics genius. but i pretended i didn't care. at fifteen, people who care a lot are vile. now too, i guess. unless it is me being a care bear.

in 7th form i dropped economics for calculus and a low grade.

anyway, thanks to my economics pedigree, i know all about demand and supply charts and opportunity cost. which is how i figure i could have watched a whole disc of who's the boss series one instead of going to work today.


who's the boss is my new obsession obviously. it makes me feel the way i felt when i watched four seasons of cheers in like three weeks. in short, wonderful. so how work won the battle for my time today beats me.

if we pretend my sunday afternoon at work didn't happen, this weekend has been all about family. the bower/micelli blended family obviously. but also my own. i took my ryles to the zoo. where he banged his head and knee and ate pebbles (the delicious chocolate treat rather than the small rock) off the ground. and made me laugh until i cried. and my mother made me the best ham sandwich ever. and i think it was just ham and white bread. and dad made fish for lunch, which reminded me of sundays of my childhood (even if i don't think my dad actually cooked a single meal throughout the 80s). i also made cupcakes despite my no baking rule. but on the flip side i fought all temptation and did not buy myself a new dress even though i DESPERATELY need it because i am going to a ball. the opportunity cost though is i go to the ball looking like a hobo. but i'm still a bit proud of my will power.

anyway, the opportunity cost of me telling you any more is that i wont get to find out what happens in episode 9 "samantha growing up". and given the scarcity of my time, samantha wins. i hope this episode has a lot of mona. she's the real star if you ask me. and this dude.

so because i'm about to embark on a world tour all over again, i've invested in a stylish new camera. behold, my first selfie....
i've done better, but for a first it isn't too bad.

in other news today i got a taste of stay at home motherhood. fyi i need to have babies soon because it was so much more awesome than working. i took a day off and entertained ryles. he's like a hummingbird in that he's always out for a snack so we went to cafes and played at the park mostly. and he got to be my supermodel as i tested the new digicam. i also tested the movie function as he was climbing up the climbing frame and he fell off. it is funny now to watch, and rewatch, but at the time i saw my life flashing before my eyes.
the down side of stay at home motherhood is that you'd have to watch a lot of the wiggles. honestly, i'm so over captain feather sword. the other downside is that other parents at the park try and talk to you. i'm like, i wouldn't talk to you at a cafe so why here at the park, arguably a bigger space? and they all assume a) ryles is a girl (as if) and b) that i'm his mother. at first i corrected on both counts but after my second park of the day i just gave up. once i started correcting them it was like a license to share life stories. and i really was more in to singing the alphabet with ryles. but i've seen my sister at parks and she's a lot more IN to the whole sharing thing. maybe i will be too when i'm a full time stay at home motherhood woman. which would mean that the only downside was the wiggles. and since they know how to rock a skivy (just like i do) i could be brought around.

guess who is the best aunt in the universe. me. today i fed my ryles cake but smeared it on his face first so he looked like he'd missed his mouth. and he looked so cute. and i laughed. and realised i didn't even have my camera so what was the point.

the point is that is what life is about. precious moments.

the other precious moment with him tonight was when he grabbed my hand, said goodbye to his mum, and tried to go home with me. freakin' beautiful.

and also guess what? tomorrow night we get to repeat the fun and games as i am on day care pick up duty. where he'll run to me with open arms and scream my name and singing natasha beddingfields "these words" (just that i love you i love you i love you part).

another precious thing will be tomorrow breakfast where i wear my tracksuit at liquidate and try and pick up old men. apparently it is the done thing there. after last week's experience.

i can only hope there are three of them.

what a day of firsts. i picked up my nephew from day care for the first time BY MY LONESOME. and i read my first ever zine. the first first was due entirely to my sister who is pretending to be a single mother during the working week. kind of a stupid make believe if you ask me. because going to day care is time consuming. but god parents have the best job ever. having someone run to you when you pick them up just so they can give you cuddles is pure wonder.

my other first is all due to joanna who sent me her zine. i have more of a vision now and guess what? my zine is going to rock.

on the zine tangent, also i made a cartoon of homeperm just for garry. i mean, who would deny public speaker extraordinare and the man who brought us wainuomata chloe his one request?

i am assuming garry will be the only person in the world to find this even half as hilarious as i find it.

when i was about five i wanted to be a hairdresser. i had all the designs and would style my mother's hair when it was still wet.


she was the hottest mother in island bay as a result. obviously.


then my career ambitions moved on. like just about every kid i knew i wanted to be a vet. the big question was whether i wanted to be an SPCA vet or a zoo vet. but since they were both in newtown i figured i could do both. puppies and otters. my dream combo.


something happened, i studied bureaucracy and whatnot and now i spend my days dreaming of my weekends. or at least i do on weeks like this.


while my job is a bit sux at times, this is not the reason for my weekend dreaming. rather, this weekend i get to return to my roots and hairdress it up. because on sunday night i'm chief babysitter of the most handsome man in the universe. and when his parents aren't around i can finally put product in his hair so the mohawk can last longer than the thirty seconds that this one lasted for.



hurrah for weekends.