Monday, October 18, 2010

Rambling through the avenues of time

I went home for the weekend as it was birthday central. On Friday night we went out for dinner for my step-sister's 15th birthday.

On Saturday my little brother had a ten pin bowling outing with friends for his 10th birthday. I can't believe he is 10 tomorrow. I remember bursting into tears when my Dad and step-Mum told me the baby was going to be a boy - I couldn't imagine how a boy would fit into a family full of girls. I also remember sitting in my 3rd form maths class and a messenger coming with a note telling me to take my bag and go to the office; I turned to my friend and said, 'That means he's been born!' Then I stood up and packed my things up and some loser behind me said, 'Sit down, I can't see' and my friend turned around and said, 'Shut up, her step-Mum's just had a baby.'

This was his first day of school five whole years ago. He is actually the cutest child ever. He hates it when I call him cute now and I love it because I know it annoys him. I might have cried when I found out he was going to be a he, but now I couldn't imagine it any other way.

I got the fun task of dropping his friends home after the party on Saturday. When Dad said, 'Do you mind dropping these boys home?' he failed to mention that one lives in Greytown and another in Martinborough. An hour in the car with five 10 year old boys is not one I want to repeat in a hurry. Although I got to see one of my favourite views - Martinborough as you descend down towards it from the West.

There were so many flowers and blossoms around - I miss not living somewhere that has a garden. I like how the tulips have a secret blue inside them that you can only see if you go close up.

Like The Witch in the Cherry Tree, only it's a moon!

Clearly this was trip down memory lane weekend. When I was little and lived in Martinborough, we had a tree house constructed out of 4 boards up in one of these type of trees. Every spring it would produce these pink flowers and they would slowly fall off and create a pink carpet in the tree house (it didn't have a roof) and I would flounce about and pretend I was decorating my house and tell my sister, 'The carpet man's come today.'

Some long-time family friends built a new house next to their very old house on their farm a few years ago. They haven't yet demolished the old house and it's become overgrown with whatever this is that smells amazing.

The food is always good in the Wairarapa.

(Which is where Jemaine from Flight of the Conchords is from - the title of this post is from their best song ever. Best because it has my name in it of course.)


  1. I'm pretty sure that plant that's taking over the old house is Jasmine, it smells lovely, but tends to take over a lot.

  2. Your brother is mucho cute! :D You must be so proud!

    Actually, your story is quite similar to mine- I was 13 when my half-brother Henry was born, and I remember being devastated! I was an only child up until then, and I did not want to share my Dad with ANY new siblings! He is now 12, and I wouldn't swap him and my sisters for the world. :D In fact, I will most likely have him give me away at my wedding. So, yay for brothers!