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Sunday, 21 June 2009

THE MIGHTY ALL BLACKS?

My Dad is a huge football fan. I remember when I was a wee lass he would spend hours watching and playing football. He didn't have much time for watching other sports but would make an exception when the All Blacks (NZ's international rugby team) were playing. Back in those days the All Blacks were a force to be reckoned with and would leave the opposition quaking in their boots. How things change.



I moved to NZ with my family when I was 15. Coming from England, which has a huge football following to NZ, which has a passion for rugby, was quite a change for me. I remember I would often ask my boyfriend if he would like to go out on the weekend and he would stare at me like I was mad and reply, "But the ruggers is on." Or I would phone him and he would say, "I'll have to call you back, the rugby is on." As you can imagine, rugby wasn't very popular with me.

Some considerable time later, hubby, G and a friend went to watch Auckland play a rugby match. I kept the telly on just in case I saw them in the crowd. Before the game started, there was an interview with one of the players - Carlos Spencer. So began my obsession with Carlos, or should I say, rugby, hehe. I began watching all the Auckland games and was surprised to realise how much I enjoyed the actual match (not just the perving), once I learned more about the rules.



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I've been to several matches over the years and cheer on the Auckland teams and the All Blacks religiously. I have met (stalked - see pics above) many of the players. I've been known to get out of bed after four hours sleep and watch a rugby test before heading off to work. When NZ were knocked out of the last World Cup, I actually wept (sad but true).

I've been noticing a change over the past few years. It seems that since the game has turned professional (which means the top players are paid), our once formidable All Blacks have become an average team. New Zealand produces outstanding talent (in my opinion) only to head off overseas where the big bucks are. You can't blame them as they have to earn a living and New Zealand cannot possibly compete financially with the likes of many other countries.

Gone are the days when I could name the team, the position they were playing in and the province they represented. I watched a game on Saturday night and didn't recognise half the players and couldn't understand why some players were put in positions they weren't suited to.

I remember many years ago, Buck Shelford (former All Black legend), being asked what he thought of rugby turning professional. He replied that it would be the end of NZ rugby as we knew it. At the time I just thought it was sour grapes because he'd never been paid to play but now I agree with him.

I must say, I really enjoyed Saturday's game and I will continue to cheer on my boys with the usual gusto. I'll also be keeping an eye on our Women's rugby team. If memory serves, they've only lost one game in the last decade. Better watch your backs boys.

P.S. Dear Missy, well you did ask how the boys were doing. LOL!

WASTING TIME

Sitting here drinking my wine
Writing to pass the time
Waves smashing rocks outside
Motel room warm inside
Feet hoping inside pink socks
Time to dance, this music rocks
Sun setting over the bay
Thoughts of family, miles away
Time to dress and put on make up
Hoping the process will help me wake up
Relaxed and happy, all is well
Shame this rhyme went to hell

Saturday, 20 June 2009

CROSSED WIRES

Pleasantly exhausted from a long day at the zoo, Rebbecca gazed wistfully at the children playing.

"We missed so much," said Jack.

Rebbecca was surprised he had read her thoughts so well. They had been unable to have children of their own.

"'Such a shame we didn't have time to see the giraffes," added Jack.


Flash Fiction - Each Friday, I compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. If you would like to join in the fun and games... post your story and report to the boss -
If you're not interested in contributing a story, feel free to read the other entries. I'm sure any comments you have would be appreciated.

Happy reading and writing!
Love KB
XXX

Saturday, 13 June 2009

HOLIDAY PICS

Hubby and I recently spent some time in The Bay of Islands (Russell in particular) and Rotorua.

Russell is a 3.5 hour drive from my home town. Followed by a short vehicle ferry journey.


VIEW FROM PAIHIA TO RUSSELL VEHICLE FERRY



THIS IS WHERE WE STAYED





OUR VIEW



A REGULAR VISITOR




RUSH HOUR IN THE VILLAGE

Russell is a small town, everything is cutsey and within walking distance.












DIDN'T TAKE US LONG TO FIND THE PUB




OH DEAR

We enjoyed a delicious meal at the local Thai restaurant. I spotted this Tuk-tuk outside and of course, I had to get inside. I wanted to get in quickly, have my pic taken and run away before anyone saw me. Unfortunately, I wasn't satisfied with any of the pics taken (this was about the fifth attempt) AND I banged my head on the ceiling. Poor hubby, I don't know why he puts up with my antics sometimes.




MANY OF RUSSELL'S ORIGINAL BUILDINGS STILL STAND (I'll write more about that later).





NZ'S OLDEST CHURCH



THE POLICE STATION




I'll leave it at that for today. I'll write about our day trips tomorrow.

Have a great day/night.

I will, my rugby team is playing tonight....GO THE MIGHTY ALL BLACKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Love KB
XXX

Friday, 12 June 2009

FLASH 55

The sound of the explosion echoed in Sara's ears. The air around her shook. The barn was alight. Townspeople ran amid the chaos, terror in their eyes, screaming the names of loved ones. Sara barely noticed the glass beneath her bare feet as she followed the masses. Her precious children were alive. Nothing else mattered.

Flash Fiction - Each Friday, I compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. If you would like to join in the fun and games... post your story and report to the boss - If you're not interested in contributing a story, feel free to read the other entries. I'm sure any comments you have would be appreciated.

Happy reading and writing!
Love KB
XXX

Wednesday, 10 June 2009

NAUGHTY BUT NICE

Look what I made last night. McDonalds, eat your heart out!





QUOTE OF THE DAY


Until you make peace with who you are, you'll never be content with what you have.

-Doris Mortman




RANDOM THOUGHT OF THE DAY

Why do I have my best writing ideas while I'm shampooing my hair with not a pencil in sight?

LESSONS LEARNED

Packed your bags.

Moved away.

Coming back soon.

So you say.

Left me wanting.

Confused, ashamed.

Mistaken identity.

Beast untamed.

Moving on now.

Wounds liked clean.

Scars are hidden.

Rarely seen.

Good times remembered.

Heart beats anew.

Lessons learned.

For me and you.



Tuesday, 9 June 2009

YOGA TV FOLLOWED BY RANDOMNESS

YOGA TV

My Doc suggested I try yoga or pilates to help me relax. If you've read my early post re pilates, you will no doubt have realised pilates was going to be a disaster. The instructor advised people with neck injuries (e.g. ME) to avoid some of the exercises but of course, silly me decided to try them anyway. I spent the following days with severe neck pain. *slaps self*.
I decided to give Yoga a try instead. I have tried yoga before and quite frankly, I spent so much time laughing and falling over during the poses, I gave it up. Anyway, I noticed in my TV Guide that Yoga TV is on five days a week at 6.30am. The only reason I would be up at 6.30am would be if I hadn't gone to bed yet so I set the decoder to tape it for me.
I arrived infront of the TV at 1.30pm ( told you, I don't do mornings). I spent the next half an hour in fits of laughter but I must admit I felt fantastic after I'd finished.
Let me explain my amusement with Yoga TV. Firstly, the opening music seemed more fitting for some kind of porn show and I wondered if I had taped the wrong channel. I settled down on my exercise mat with Coco eyeing me suspiciously from her own mat. Hubby tried to watch but was banished to another room. Me thinks he enjoys watching all that bending over a little too much, hehe.
The first few minutes involved concentrating on our breathing, followed by an ad break. I thought - this is my kind of exercise programme for sure. The first exercise consisted of lightly punching my scalp (I'm not kidding). Followed by walking around like a duck. I was beginning to think I was actually watching an episode of Candid Camera when we arrived at the more serious stuff. Bend this way and that, stretch this and that...basically my version was...fall over, burst out laughing, stretch and wonder if I will need a stretcher to get up again.
The main instructor was fantastic but it was difficult to listen to her between ogling the cute muscly guy at her side, gasping in horror each time one of the girls lifted her hairy armpits and the occasional tongue in my ear from Coco whenever I lay down.
After the next ad break, I was intrigued when the instructor showed up with a huge turnip at her side. Thankfully, it was to advertise a healthy eating segment and not some new form of torture she was going to put me through.
I have learned a lot from my first session of Yoga TV:
Leave Coco out of the room next time
Yoga is much harder than it looks
Shave armpits before I ever appear on TV


QUOTE FOR THE DAY

Animals are such agreeable friends. They ask no questions, they pass no criticism.


- George Eliot


Coco was determined to make herself comfortable on me even though my lap was unavailable.

RANDOM THOUGHT OF THE DAY


Recently, I have noticed a number of gyms offering special deals to lose weight. Can you imagine the reaction if we had told people a hundred years ago that in the future we would pay organisations to help us engage in physical activity. They would have thought we were mad. Just another of the many random thoughts that go through my head.