Thursday, 2 June 2016

Everything Has Changed

Hello and welcome to June, and alas, winter. Hello winter...The first day of winter here was freezing! 5 degrees! For the winterless north, it was cold. I don't usually mind my earlier milking starts because the earlier it is the warmer it usually is. Typically around 6am it starts to get quite chilly and the good old fingers start going numb, which isn't the most handiest thing (see what I did there?) when you're using those fingers for work related reasons. But oh well, life goes on. Anyway, this first day of winter didn't follow instructions, it was freezing when I left for work at 4:40am, and when I got there at 5 it hadn't warmed up in the slightest. Not fun at all.
I realised with great sadness that morning that I'd need to start wearing woolly hats soon, which is a pain because I wear my hear up in a clip and you just can't get a hat over it. So that will mean I need to start plaiting my hair, which takes up more time. Thus I'd have to get up five minutes earlier in the mornings and my hair doesn't behave very much when I put it up like that. First world problems, I know! It's just frustrating. But then I thought, it's only my ears that are cold, so all I need to invest in is some fluffy earmuffs! Hehe in the winterless north, I might just get a bit of stick for doing that.

Today is OK though, you can sit in the sun and be warm but the wind has a bite to it. Made me glad for my sleep in this morning. It seems with the current work schedule, for the next couple weeks I should be able to squeeze in every Thursday morning off work, which makes a nice change from those early starts. Until the calf rearing starts up again in about six weeks time that is.

Life here at the moment is going well, as of yesterday we've been living in good old Northland for 14 years and we left Waipu and came back home three years ago. So we've been here doing what we're doing now for three years, it's such a relief to still be going so well!

I still haven't gotten back into studying, think I'll just flag the idea and come back to it next year, if I still want to do it, great. If not, oh well. I'm not really fussed, all I know is that I'm full out enjoying not having deadlines to meet with assignments and not needing to study up on things that may or may not be helpful in the future. Who knows, I may discover something else worth studying in the next six months, so it gives me time to plan if that was the case.
I quit being part of the young farmers' regional committee last week and it feels great to be well, set free, if that is the best way to describe it. I think I'm walking away from the club itself as well now, as are a couple other members - which surprised me. Yes, it means the club will die a cruel and lonely death, but hey, not my problem anymore. Maybe in a couple years I might go back, but right at the moment I'm not very keen.

However I'm not going to sit around at home doing nothing in between work hours. I'm taking up scrapbooking again. One of my favourite hobbies that I sort of lost interest in for the last few years. I just need to go and get a whole heap of photos printed and set myself to work. It'll be nice spending my money on things that I enjoy for a change, which is essentially what life is about, right? I dunno, at the moment it feels like everything is changing. For the good, for the better, just because it has to, I'm not sure. But I heard Taylor Swift's song "Everything Has Changed" on the radio one morning on my way to work this week and I guess a lightbulb flicked on in my head and I sorta just - realised. It's hard to describe, but it's good.
I'm ditching a whole heap of things and taking up some better things instead. What a better time to do it than with the change of season?

The puppies are up to absolutely no good these days. Actually, sorry, I meant Tessa the Terrier is up to absolutely no good these days. See, the other week I caught her on the lounge coffee table sniffing at a packet of wrapped up Gingernut biscuits. She got a yelling at from me for being on the table (what the heck?!) and I carried on with my day. Anyway later on I came back inside to hear Jackson barking pitifully about something. Ok, I thought, that doesn't sound right. I discovered Tessa on the beanbag and Jackson looking really sad - watching Tessa eating a Gingernut biscuit because she wasn't sharing with him! I honestly couldn't believe it, threw away the next couple biscuits in the packet that may have been contaminated by doggy breath and put said packet on the bench instead.

Fast forward a couple days, I discover the dogs - on two different occasions - have gotten into the bathroom and helped themselves to some absolutely delicious and extremely appetising toilet paper. Of course they were told off by me again. Later in the week, half of a Moro bar was left on the coffee table again, nobody thought much of it.
Mum found Miss Tessa chewing on something - part of the wrapper it seemed. Moro is missing in action but my detective skills showed some caramel on her jersey so the culprit seems obvious. What I want to know though, is what the heck is the dog doing helping herself to chocolate, and if we as people find Moro's chewy and difficult to eat - how did she do it so well!? Don't worry, the dog is okay, the chocolate didn't seem to harm her thank goodness.
Later on Mum and Dad went to work, and (for some unknown reason) Mum took a half bag of winegum lollies out of one of the vehicles and left them inside, out of dog reach, on the wall unit. That was fine, except that I came back into the room about ten minutes later to see Tessa chewing on something hard out whilst trying to act innocent. And poor Jackson was chewing on a pen that Tessa must have thrown at him to shut him up while she climbed up there. The bag was ripped open and a few winegums were laying around, so. That was thrown in the bin - no way were we having any more of those!

But alas, it doesn't stop there! That very same day before Mum left, she had gotten some sweet, short crust pastry out of the freezer to defrost. The intention was that I would cook it during the day and she would make custard for the pie later. Tessa got there first. She must have climbed onto the back of the couch - which is just below the bench, and helped herself to at least a quarter of the raw pastry. It was only because I went to cook it, that I realised a fair chunk was missing...I think she felt kinda sick later on that day. Possibly. The issue is that you really, really want to yell and scream at her. But you can't stop laughing that she wouldn't take it seriously anyway.
Today Mum saw Tessa go into the bathroom, grab a hold of the toilet paper - and ran with it, a long length flying around in the air behind her as it unrolled at high speed. She is so darn comical, but so darn naughty. We can't leave the room without her doing something troublesome.


  1. Wow. So yeah last week I was getting annoyed with freezing 11-degree temperatures when I left for work, then this week I had a couple 7-degree days, and today it was down to 5. Finally remembered my gloves this morning :P

    Wow calving already...!

    Now I know why Dad never wanted a dog ;P I'm dog-sitting this weekend though; thankfully she's very well behaved, only really have to worry about her going for the cats :P

    1. Good luck with the dog sitting!

  2. First world problems of having Dog's inside ;p

    1. Lol I know right? Blimmen animals

  3. Hahahahahahahaha, good ol' Tess. I just think of Shrek and Donkey, Donkey says "So, uh, where do I sleep?" Then Shrek yells, "OUTSIDE!!!" :P Oh man oh man. I warned you about Fox Terriers! They eat anything, second only to a Labrador. Mine eats marmalade, so keep that out of range. But one day I'm guessing that dog is going to get her own kennel... :P Chocolate and dogs, it can send them into hyperdrive. Mum had a labrador once that ate a whole box, spent the next hour running from one end of the house to the other, non-stop... Just sent it into hyperactivity. Just as well it was only one bar! But, wow, I think I like Tessa.

    Also, with cold ears, can I just do the bloke suggestion? Tie your hair up in Princess Leia-type buns. No beanie needed then. Haha, I can imagine the looks you'd get though.

    1. Lol knew you would get a good laugh Andrew.
      Lucky we don't like Marmalade then, so we don't have anything. You will love her, definitely. But she will want to eat you alive like she does all our other visitors. She needs more socialising to get over herself.

      Princess Leia buns, lol no. Just no.

    2. Haha, yup, literally laughing out loud! I now know why poor little Patchie is banned from the house... :P But, I mean, really. She just has such character, the fact that she kinda does those things, but the way that she does them... Like, no matter where you put stuff, she's always gonna get it! Even a locked box, I bet that won't work. Either she'll steal the key and take it to a locksmith to get her own copy (wouldn't put it past her, from the above! :P), or she'll just do what Patch would do, and rip the box open. Considering Patch rips chunks out of corrugated iron, don't put anything past those little balls of mischief! :P

      What, don't you like Star Wars? It's keep your ears warm... Haha, sorry, I shouldn't. It's reasons like that that guys like me don't have much to do with the world of fashion. If you can wear it, it works, that's about all you need. Ah, life is so simple for us types... I considered suggesting that if tying your hair up is a problem, you could have short hair, but I somehow suspect your family might get a bit concerned about you. And if you did it, then told them I suggested it, they'd get very concerned, and I'd need to change nationality... :P