Wednesday, March 26: I guess that resolve to not eat things that make us sick didn’t last very long. Who I am to think of denying Brendan cake when he’s sad? (And wow, another forgotten photo so soon?)
Thursday, March 27: fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Friday, March 28: The view from our cabins at the Discovery Lodge, not too shabby.
Saturday, March 29: Mt Ngaruhoe
Sunday, March 30: Having a fellow photographer as our road trip driver means stopping when photo ops arrive.
Monday, March 31: Recovering from the Tongariro Crossing means deep heat for my knees and wine for the rest of me.
Tuesday, April 1: Recovery from the Tongariro Crossing also means regularly icing my knees. This broken body!
Wednesday, March 19: I love the new art near Te Papa. Huge chunks of broken ceramic dishes.
Thursday, March 20: Sometimes you’re sick of eating such a restrictive diet for the sake of your health so you make mushroomy pizza on wheat bases. And then you wake up in the morning swollen and sore.
Friday, March 21: BMD egg
Saturday, March 22: In an effort not to miss any more photo days I’ve taken to photographing my dinner. At least this one won’t make me sick!
Sunday, March 23: Grapes from Emma and Simon’s vine.
Monday, March 24: Rice vermicelli soup
Wednesday, March 12: Old school Air NZ
Thursday, March 13: My card for March/April is The Judgment. Bring on the epiphanies, the true callings, and the picture falling into place.
Friday, March 14: Kate being a babe at Emma’s birthday party.
Saturday, March 15: Another party, another shiny dress.
Sunday, March 16: These bracelets have been in place the whole time I’ve known Brendan. Some from our trip to Asia, but many from before that.
Tuesday, March 18: Dammit! Another year where I don’t manage the 365 challenge it seems. Fog has been rolling in and out of the city.
Wednesday, March 5: Pretty sure my skin hates it when I soak in hot water.
Thursday, March 6: No enhancements needed.
Friday, March 7: Snuggles with her favourite Brendan.
Saturday, March 8: With a hike through the Tongariro Crossing planned for the end of the month some training was needed! From Karori to Mt Kaukau where my usual training ground of Mt Vic looked like a tiny hill.
Sunday, March 9: Snaggle tooth puppy.
Monday, March 10: A two track mind this week: Phoebe and sunsets.
Tuesday, March 11: We explored the botanical gardens after dark at Power Plant, part of the NZ Festival. It was truly brilliant.
Wednesday, February 26: Brendan goes back to school next week so I had the honour of taking his ID photo (we went with one against a plain wall with a shirt on). A few days later he shaved his beard off :(
Thursday, February 27: So fluffy and full of love.
Friday, February 28: Sometimes the perfect Friday night is Pretty Little Liars and a snoring puppy.
Saturday, March 1: The end of an excellent night of games and BBQing with friends.
Sunday, March 2: Riding through time.
Monday, March 3: Bedroom with a view.
Tuesday, March 4: Fat Tuesday at Thunderbird. Wine, gumbo, and beignets while listening to a an awesome duo.
Wednesday, February 19: With three lactose intolerants and two gluten avoiders in the house this is the most friendly pizza around.
Thursday, February 20: Fog rolled in from the bays for the second night in a row to cover the city and disrupt flights.
Friday, February 21: It’s opening night of the NZ Festival so The Big Bang rehearsed in Civic Square to prepare for their show including 200 young drummers, Strike, and Kora. It sounded SO great.
Saturday, February 22: I finally got to see a game of Fighty Mans in action (Warhammer Fantasy). The little models are so detailed! (And lovingly painted by Brendan.)
Sunday, February 23: The best bit of housesitting: having a warm dog snore on your bed.
Monday, February 24: Bed time prep: clean face, hair up, checking if I’ve taken a photo today.
Tuesday, February 25: Snacks that made the puppy grumpy when I wouldn’t share.
Wednesday, February 12: Not sure if that’s where it’s supposed to be.
Thursday, February 13: Whisky fudge is the best fudge.
Friday, February 14: We left town early and went to the zoo for their late night valentines day evening. Had the place practically to ourselves till the after work crowd showed.
Saturday, February 15: Having a friend over for dinner ended with about 8 different bottles of whisky on the table. Is this what being a grown up is?
Sunday, February 16: Pretty flowers with melancholic overtones.
Monday, February 17: Jason made jam.
Tuesday, February 18: What better way to take minds off the pressure of living than watching Gossip Girl season one?
Wednesday, February 5: Celebrating the birthdays of Kelly, Megan, and Amber with flamingo cake made by Billie (and with alcohol reintroduction!)
Thursday, February 6: The vines are winning.
Friday, February 7: Before this change in diet the taste and texture of ripe bananas disgusted me, somehow I can handle them now.
Saturday, February 8: Two of my siblings got me this poster for xmas and I finally went and found a frame. I love him!
Sunday, February 9: It’s Sevens weekend which means lots of very drunk people roaming the streets in costumes sexually harassing bystanders. But, it also meant my not drunk, not sexual harasser, friend Amy was in town. We had brunch on Saturday morning where I got a bonus xmas gift from her which came with this cute ornament.
Monday, February 10: Blueberries are my summer fruit of choice now that I can’t eat any stone fruit.
Tuesday, February 11: My plan for this year was to photograph all my remaining Cupcakes and Mace stock and sell it at a discount…this is as far as I’ve gotten.
Wednesday, January 29: Brendan grew flowers this year, it’s so nice to see them every time I come up the stairs.
Thursday, January 30: Kate is painting again! I love her little UFOs.
Friday, January 31: A new chest of drawers means getting rid of the old ones that are falling apart.
Saturday, February 1: Kate’s flower bunch for the week.
Sunday, February 2: Still wearing this belt after 10 years.
Monday, February 3: Pride of place.
Tuesday, February 4: I woke up with major pain behind my left shoulder blade, I could hardly move my arm or head all day.