Long time between drinks...

Obviously it has been an age since I wrote but that's only because I just haven't been in the right frame of mind to write. I promise I will be better in the future lol and it's not even New Years!

Identity lost

Today for the first time since having Little Nicky I walked the Big Brother to school only to find that I’ve now graduated to being referred to as ‘Geoff’s Mum’. Is it too much to expect that I deserve a name of my own? I remember that it all started when I became ‘Pilcher’s Sister’ as a teenager – my brother was the ultimate oxymoron; the intellectual jock with a following of older muscle bound hunks that ran around muddy fields and courts dressed in skimpy shorts in the pursuit of balls in various sizes. Being the hormonal teenager that I was at that point I was just glad that they even realized that I was alive and to hell with whatever they chose to call me. Years later when I went to a reunion I became reacquainted with one of the guys that I had always just considered one of my brother’s best friends (and therefore not only off limits but out of my league) only to discover that he’d been a keen wee camper back in the day and still carried a torch (which as you will hear had steadily grown over the years). After a few too many drinks he became exceedingly friendly much to my amusement and in a moment of passion (?) whispered in my ear asking if ‘Pilcher’s Sister would like to go back to his motel room and do the nasty?’ Ahhhh, thanks, but no. Obviously regardless of the years that had gone by he still saw me as someone less than I was… Now as an adult I’m referred to as ‘so and so’s Mum’ regardless of how many times I say 'call me Cinders'.

Any way, the washing is calling and the sun is out so more this afternoon!

Ummmm, coffee first of course...

The FIRST time

WARNING Women (and even teenage women-in-training) like the simple things in life - this is why most of us are attracted to men and only the brightest of us are attracted to women. My first serious crush was no secret but I'll call him "Seabrooke" anyway. He was the greatest thing since sliced bread which is kind of ironic when you consider that while working for Goodman Fielder I was a Supervisor in charge of slicing 2500 loaves an hour for 12ish hours minimum per day. Anyway, I digress. My eyes adored him as the song goes and he barely knew I was alive until one extremely interesting New Years Eve found me on a living room floor in a sleeping bag with him on top of me 'trying to keep warm' (FYI New Year in New Zealand is the the middle of summer and this was happening in Hawkes Bay, an area reknown for it's wonderfully hot draught condition weather) when he asked "Do you mind?" I mean like wtf? Do I mind what? That it's the middle of the night and I'm still wide awake? That you're smothering me in my first kisses at an alarming rate? That you're a man of the world with a car and a job and considerably older than me? That you have an erection? That I have no idea what I look like right now? That morning will come and I may not be the same person I was the day before? As I struggled to find an appropriate answer to an unknown question my love rolled over and began to make out with the one and only slapper there (i.e. not me). So broke my heart. The End Thankfully it was also the beginning of better(?) more interesting things to come... such as did I mention his cousin?

Never make a promise you can't keep

She was young and stupid (obviously) and should have known better (but didn't) so promised that, if the day came when they were both over 30 and still single then they would marry each other instead of growing old alone. Nice. So some years , okay; many, many, many, years later she's at a funeral. His mother walks up and begins to 'chat'. Nathan is still single and off somewhere exotic changing the world and leading the life of a legioneer... "So you divorced?" Mother Dearest finally gets around to questioning... "Yes," she admits. Mother Dearest digs through her handbag and comes out with what suspiciously looks like a ring box. "Nathan and I have talked," she says, "and he asked me to give you this..." Ouch. A tall blondish vision of manly-ness walks by just in time to be grabbed by the arm and pulled over. "I remarried," she stammers. "This is my new husband." You could tell by the look in her eyes that the mother didn't believe a word of it...

A love affair to last a life time...

Not even My Man stands between me and my one true love. People can spend eternity looking for the kind relationship I have developed with high quality espresso. When I was 20 my lesbian Aunt and her girlfriend came to stay with me in Wellington. We went into the city and ended up in a cafe. Up to this point in my life I had been a coffee virgin. After my 1st cappuccino (with chocolate) I was intrigued... by my 4th in a row I was enraptured... by my 8th I was addicted and hopelessly devoted to a love that grows stronger every day regardless of the dysentery my first infatuation caused. At it's peak I was spending over $250 per week on espresso alone. It was at this point that I purchased my 1st semi commercial machine. Health professionals say that too much coffee is bad for you. If you think that could be true I suggest that you have a look at this website. Just remember that even if it might kill you it would still be one hell of a way to go. The flip side is that giving up coffee may not make you live longer but it could sure make the time you have drag on forever... Having freely admitted that I have a drug of choice I mind as well hook you up with my favourite supplier - after all, what a friends for?

Havana's not just another green bean roasting company - it's run by some of the sexiest men (some damn fine women) I've ever found attached to a coffee cup. In 1990 they designed and built their own fluid-bed hot-air roaster (which runs without electricity) like real kiwis (have No.8 wire, can make anything). Moving upwards and onwards from the good old days when their by-line was "consistently inconsistent" they are now the kings of the Eco-friendly superior roasters (and they are even founding members of the NZ Hot Air Roasters Association) and business just keeps on growing. Buy your beans from them (or go visit them in person and admire their barista's... technique) and be reassured that while their caffeine is making you a nicer person for everyone else to be around you're also making a difference to some one's life via Fair Trade (how else would such wonderful people get their beans?). Hell, you're being so generous, go a head and have another cup!