Thursday, December 20, 2012

Ho HO Ho!

It's time! The house smells of Christmas lilies, the pohutakawa are out,  the evenings are lazily long and summer has well and truly moved into the building which means the time to write the last post of the year. 
I absolutely love this time of year. Heat and holidays, it doesn't get much better than that.

It's a time to appreciate.

This was made so very clear to me yesterday as I went to a harrowingly sad funeral. It was sudden and unexpected which so is especially brutal for those who were close to this lovely woman. Their lives  have been thrown into a turmoil of raw grief, which always seems so much crueler around Christmas.

I went as a mark of respect, but it served to remind me that Death has no conscience or social grace and that you really must make the most of life.

On that note (please enjoy, please enjoy, please enjoy), I hope you all have wonderful and safe Christmases, thank you for visiting and a big thank you to my lovely commenters. See you on the other side! 

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Oh, the power.

Yesterday we were off to see one of the agencies who we work with to take them some Christmas cheer.

One of my team was putting together a box of goodies that looked sensational. It was stuffed full of: chocolates, marshmellow Santas, strawberries, blueberries - basically it was a box of fun.

I casually wafted by her desk with the absolute intention of relieving the basket of (just the one, Your Honour) a chocolate.

I was surreptitiously slipping my hand into the basket when I hear from the across the office, 'Fuck off out of my Christmas basket, Lastname!'

I laughed like a drain and turned to her, 'You really don't care that I sign off on your invoices, do you?'

Sunday, December 09, 2012

Sing along

I stumbled across this track the other day and, have to say, I am loving it. Thought I'd share.

Saturday, December 08, 2012

You realise you're short when... go around to your friends' house and discover that their ten year old daughter's Chucks are half a size larger than your own.

Monday, December 03, 2012

Some days I love being me.

Text this morning from my cousin:

'Bet your day started better than mine. Message to self:strawberry daiquiris should not be consumed on a Sunday. Popped into girls' room at 6.30 a.m. Smells a bit odd. Smallest had vomited in bed in the night. Smallest has long hair. Immense credit that I didn't just tiptoe right back out of there. Coffee.'