even if no one is listening

This is my Friend Sarah Rose. She is dead set one of the most talented people I have ever known. Also she is super nice and super cool.

On Friday I trekked to Melbourne to hear her play at her EP launch. She was wonderful. Also I got to see some lovely friends from Melbourne town that I have been missing. All round an enjoyable night for all involved.

On Sunday got in the car with my favourite 84 year old and drove an hour in the other direction. To spend the day with my Poppy listening to Jazz. I was impressed. The band had an average age of 60, the piano player can't read music and they changed their song list half way through the day, but, they were amazing. I was surprised at my emotional feelings toward the whole thing. Hearing these men reminisce about the glory days and play their instrument with just as much passion and love as ever was moving. 

A musical weekend all round. A bit of something for everyone. 

spring

It's been here two and a half days. Perfect spring. Warm sun. Light breeze. Summer is only just round the corner. It's stirring thoughts of beach trips and star gazing. Of ice cream and Havanas. Of sun burn and and hot tar roads. Of barefoot adventures and road trips to anywhere. This is the perfect time of year.

remember when | for angela kate

Last night I said 'see you later' to my best friend. I gave her a hug, affirmed that 6 hours wasn't really that far and got out of the car. There aren't really words for that kind of goodbye.

This morning she left on a new adventure. She is on the road somewhere between here and there.
I cried almost everyday this week. Which is awkward. I blame it on a mixture of hormones and sleep deprivation. If I'm honest it's probably just because Angela is a special kind of person who I'm really going to miss. She is my partner in crime. The peas to my carrots. The kool in my koolmint - so that doesn't make sense but you catch my drift.

But seriously. I blog about Angela a lot, like here, here and here and its because she rocks my socks - or you would if I wore socks. So in celebration of her new adventure here is a post dedicated to fun times.

Angela, you are my best friend and I love you more than I can say here with out sounding like a dag. You know me on good days and bad and you still want to be my friend.

I don't have to act around you because even when you think I'm strange you still like me. I don't have to say anything other than 'I'm feeling agitated' to make you understand what is going on in my head. And I never need to find and excuse for wanting Maccas.

I'm flat out blessed to know you. I'm better off for having you as a friend, even when I think you're strange.

Thank you for being my friend, drive safe and I'll be seeing you real soon.

Also thank you to our friend Lou, who is a super talented photographer, for making us look so good. 

stranger danger | an observation

Since I have started working in retail talking to strangers has become part of my job. To be honest I'm pretty darn good at it. Saying hello, having a little chat about what they have been up to, throw in a complement, have a little joke, sell them some clothes, say 'thanks, we'll see you next time!' is all good fun.
The problem is that after a few days of working my brain gets stuck on costoumer service mode and I find myself saying "Hey!" to strangers in the supermarket. Or asking the lady washing her hands next to me in the ladies bathroom how she is going - awkward like I want to know how she went in the toilet!

I got thinking about this idea that strangers are dangerous. Haven't we all been told at some point in our life 'don't talk to strangers.' If you have ever heard the story of Little Red Riding Hood then you know what happens if you stop and talk to someone you don't know.

Since a small age we have been taught to keep to ourselves. Now don't get me wrong I understand why, sometimes strangers are scary stabber men or 'wolf's' but mostly they're not.
Mostly they are perfectly normal people - or as normal as any of us are. Who have families and jobs and lives totally separate from ours. Really that's what makes them strangers, the fact that their lives are completely separate from ours. I just wonder what would happen if we stopped treating strangers as scary dangerous wolves and started treating them as people worthy of our time. Can you image if you chatted to people on public transport, or said good morning to the person ahead of you in the line at the coffee shop.

I know what you're thinking: 'people will think I'm strange.' Maybe. But that's the kind of thinking I'm talking about. We would rather play on our phones then interact with the nice lady sitting next to us.

I'm not saying you should strike up a conversation with everyone you see. I'm just saying maybe strangers aren't as scary as we have always thought. Maybe they are nice people, just waiting for you to say hello.

an unexpectedly long time between posts

I just get busy. You know how it is? You have an unexpectedly large amount of things to do and seemingly no time to do it. It's around this time that I forget to blog, when really there is so much I could blog about. Then right on que my friend Steph sends me a screen shot of my last post and a message to tell me it's been to long.

Then 'hey presto' I post and the cycle repeats.

So let me fill you in on what's been going down. The last few weeks in photos.
In no particular order - in fact in absolutely the wrong order.

Went to a wedding.

This kid came to visit.

Went to this pretty chicks birthday. 

Met Tagapaa.

Got up early enough to see the sky like this.

Watched 24.5 episodes of Pretty Little liars.  

Toasted marshmallows  

Started reading an awesome book.

Flew.

So I have been busy. Really busy. On top of all that I'm working now which is cool and bible college is back! There is no excuse really. Sorry about that.

Ps. Steph I will try to be more frequent and more informative from now on. Fingers crossed I can find time... Better cross your toes as well just for good measure.

just for the sake of it

This post has no real point. Only to say that after spending a week house sitting with my best friend she is still my best friend. After a week of late nights, early mornings, eating together, watching movies together and getting in each others way we still love each other. Isn't that cute of us.

There have been moments in our friendship where we stop and say -'Whoa, this just went to a new level'
Some of those moments will never be spoken of again. They are often to embarrassing or bizarre to share with anyone else but they make sense to us.

This week I had one that I can share. I put a stool on my head and so did Angela. You know it's true friendship when you can put a green, plastic, kids stool on your head for no reason and no questions asked your friend does the same. It's strange I know but when something works this well I'm not going to question it.

Ps. Here is some photo evidence of said stool incident. I look almost identical in both photos, but Angela cracks me up.

Angela talks about it on her blog, go have a look.

confessions of a procrastinator

I'm feeling pretty unmotivated. Actually. Scratch that. I'm feeling like procrastinating is easier than facing the list of things I need to do.

I am a procrastinator. It's a fact. I leave everything till the last second. From small things like the fact that even if my alarm goes off at 7.30 I don't get out of bed till 8 meaning I have to weigh it up do I eat or do I shower - showering normally wins out. Or big things like choosing what and where I want to study - I enrolled in bible college on the last day of applications.

I think it may be a sickness. Or it could be genetic. Or maybe its because I have always been one of those annoying people who never tried to hard at anything but somehow managed to be slightly above average at it (the trick is to only do things you know you will be good at).

If I was really honest I would say that the reason I procrastinate is that I don't want to fail. If I leave something to the last moment and I'm bad at it, or I make the wrong choice, it dosen't matter because I didn't try that hard or give it much thought anyway.

Right now I am procrastinating. I should be studying. It's at this point when I could cry and say I'm over that I realise that I dislike being a procrastinator. I promise myself that when I've got through this I will do better next time. I will plan in advance. I will study hard. I will make decisions. I never do.

I am a procrastinator. I am a procrastinator and it sucks.