Saturday, 25 April 2015

RNZ Navy

I'm desperately trying to think of what's been happening...but I really can't think of anything. This past week has been a week of feeling super busy, yet not actually achieving anything at all.  Time seems to be whizzing along now and there appears to be no way of stopping it - maybe that's just life, huh?

I've only got three more booked milkings for the season, and thank goodness for that - as milking has gotten really tedious, especially at some places. Although where I'm working currently isn't that bad, as it's a late start and only an hours work, morning only - crazy aye?
However now things have gotten to the stage where I have to "hurry up" and decide what I want to do with my life, which is kinda difficult. Dad says to decide sooner, Mum says to let it come to me when it does. The problem is, I've no clue. I can't just jump on the internet and search up, "best career choice for *insert name here*" it doesn't work like that. And when you've had your sights set on ONE THING for five years, it's kinda hard to look in other places as I feel like I have to change my whole personality to even consider these options. So life is pretty darn fun at the moment! Not.

My parents don't want me to be some guys wife and a mother to a brood of brats (well that's how I see it) and nor do I - but that doesn't mean it's out of the question for my whole life. I want to get somewhere sure, but I don't want to be living my life dependent on getting all the money I can suck from the world. I do actually want to live. I dunno, life is complicated. I don't want to be farming for the rest of my life, but I hate working indoors doing office work and what have you. So there, I've no idea.

On Saturday we went out for dinner (AKA nibbles) at the Young Farmers regional comp evening show, one lady Mum was speaking to gave me a little bit of an idea, although I know my parents would completely disagree with it. One of her kids is a medic in the Navy, the most ideal job, paid to study etc and paid well. And it got me thinking....well put it this way, I googled it today and if I were to consider it, a full time Recruit gets paid jolly well and the description is interesting.
There is a tonne of training in so many aspects, especially fitness, and studying in Christchurch and Devonport. Being a medic on board the ships, in natural disasters, overseas etc.

I dunno, it seems like something I could love doing, traveling, being part of a ships' crew, being a medic. I may not love the ocean all that much, but I loved the atmosphere of the Tucker Thompson - how different could it be, other than being on a larger scale with more importance? And Mum and Dad always wanted me to be a doctor, how is this any different? I'm sorta figuring, I'll spend a year with St Johns, and go from there - If I love it or if I hate it, I'll soon know. And then I might just apply - but we'll see. Talk to me in a year's time.

Funny that I'm thinking about this on Anzac Day though....

Friday, 17 April 2015

Miriam's Visit

Miriam arrived on the 6th, and is leaving Saturday. I've been far too busy to even consider updating my blog - as it often takes far too long. Well until now, anyway. I figured I may as well type away while we watch TV - hopefully I won't get in trouble from the pat pat pat of my keyboard! Oh well :)

What have we gotten up to? Uuuummmm we've watched FAR too many movies - quite seriously. I was counting them off earlier, concluding with 7 proper movies (2 of which we saw at the cinemas), as well as a Pride and Prejudice marathon and Death Comes to Pemberley the next day (another 9 hours of watching time...) No, the myth is not true after all - our eyes are not square after too many movies!

We were asked to cover yet another maize stack last Friday, so she got to experience the joys of throwing tyres. This stack was quite different to the others, was absolutely massive and the sides were extremely steep. The tyres had been dug up out of a heap of mud, so were filthy and it poured down with rain almost the entire time! It was a complete and utter bog as soon as we began, and by the time we were finished we were filthy, wet and it was pitch black. Lovely.

We've taken her north twice now, letting her see the sights of our favourite "city". Forced her into watching two Fast and Furious movies, which she seemed to enjoy. (Love those movies!) And introduced her to Nicholas Sparks film (yet another favourite genre of mine) and now she's seen four of them! Lol. Oh yeah, and when she first arrived and saw the bookcase in her, talk about eyes popping out of her head, but in a good way. It's nice to have friends who love books as much as we do.

And she can also say she's milked quite a few cows, as she came milking with Dad and I the other day. We hauled her out of bed at 4:30am into the freezing cold, dressed in overalls, gumboots, apron and gloves - I've even a picture to prove it. I think she suited the look! If she wasn't studying we could possibly train her from the ground up and score ourselves a good helper :D Pippa loves her to bits, it's super cute. And I am slightly concerned of Pippa's well-being; in case Miriam tries to pack her in her bags or the worrying thought that Pippa might get depressed when she leaves!
     Speaking of Pippa, she's been rather naughty during Miriam's stay and has begun to sit and sleep on the bench - especially at night when nobody knows. We've woken in the morning to find she's munched on some (covered) shortbread and sponge - and I'm sure she got a kitty style sugar rush afterwards o.O

We both donated blood earlier in the week, fifth time for me, a first for Miriam. Mum wanted to donate as well, until they saw her moon boot and told her no. Apparently donating blood while muscles are healing isn't a good combination...a little gutting for her. Yesterday we dropped down to the beach for a while, we've taken her to an awesome chocolate shop and tonight we're going out for dinner with Sam and Chantelle for pizza. Should be good.

In whatever spare time we've had, we've spent with Mum playing endless games of Chinese Checkers, saying hello to her parents on skype and painting our fingernails haha

It's going to be interesting when she's not here, the house may just be a little on the quiet side.  I can't wait until Anzac Day - it'll be my first full weekend off since October, as I'm finishing my weekend milking job on Sunday - it's going to be bliss actually having a sleep in on Saturday, what on earth will I do?!

Sunday, 5 April 2015

Easter Sunday

April, April, April. Here we are in April and I'm having the same thoughts as when we hit February and March. How the heck did we get here? I'm bored of this year already, but it doesn't mean it can fly on by without my noticing lol.
It feels like months since I wrote my last update, although it was less than a week. Miriam arrives tomorrow and we're actually prepared for her! Don't worry Miriam, you won't be sleeping in the dog houses after all haha.
After many long hours and with the assistance of our little Pippa helper, we've managed to get it all sorted. OK, not completely sorted, but workable. We finally managed to give away one water bed, and sell another. Got rid of all the rubbish, did the cleaning and made an executive decision that I would stay downstairs until around May when we have water in the tank to refill my bed. That made it easier! Now Miriam has a room all sorted for her, complete with a bed, drawers, a desk, even a lamp! Honestly though, the room looks super cute now being set up properly - rather than a storage also has Pippa's and Frodo's sign of a approval, which of course, is the main thing.

I begin my observing with St. John on the 29th, an exciting prospect. Meaning I needed to get myself sorted for it. It requires black pants, a white blouse and black boots/shoes. Apparently it's quite difficult to buy black boots that aren't  high heeled - although I eventually found some decent and actually comfortable. However we pretty much stumbled upon this white blouse basically biffed on a random hanger in the warehouse, that was only $5 and the right size. I mean, is that a sign or what?!? Until I get a uniform, these are what I need to wear - and white is a tad out there for my normal attire of overalls and gumboots covered in cow poo. May need to cover myself in bubble wrap to protect the white lol.
Who knows, but maybe this is why I never went to uni this year? One can only imagine...

We're in April and I'm extremely bored of my studying already. Done one assessment, now just waiting on the results for that. I'm half way through the tractor module and so, so bored! If I knew anything about tractors, it may be slightly interesting, but...Although I have learned a few things - like what PTO and psi stand for. Like, I know about three point linkages but not draft controls....I may as well have a really old teacher, droning on and on about nothing. Little phrases float through one ear and out the other....
I think I'll just have to do the assignment and hope I can remember some things and flick back through the papers to find everything I need.