I Will Like Random Blogs.

If I’ve liked your blog and you can’t understand why… because you’re not blogging about study, or motherhood, or anything I blog about then understand that is because your blog is awesome. I like refreshing blogs and many of you have them. I like sad blogs, and many of you have those. I like blogs that teach me and actually most of you have blogs that do that.

Sometimes I will reblog your posts. I hope you don’t mind. It’s probably because you’ve said something that I couldn’t say better myself. I want the people that follow me to see that.



Another week down.

90% on a quiz was not bad news but how on earth did I miss this? 11045366_10153215286323701_8822708289913526587_nIt would have been great. Oh well. At least now I know to check the notice boards more often! I find that this time around I am far more attracted to the academic goings on. I mean don’t get me wrong, this did look fun too…

.10408951_10153215286668701_7217350412396991642_nI will probably leave that up to the 80% of under 21’s I have in most of my classes. I get a bit sea sick anyway.

Love to hear your feedback people so I will again post the link to my facebook page.

Capture This way you can comment and interact a lot more easily!

Are you standing in “the waiting place”?

‘…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.’ – Dr Suess, Oh the Place’s You’ll Go.

Don’t wait around. Waiting just leads you unproductively closer to death and there is no point in dying without a life lived fully. I am convincing myself that I would rather struggle with something exciting than sit on the couch and be comfortable and coast smoothly to the grave. Morbid? Yea… but we all gunna kick it some day!


Read this book. Read it twice. Go and buy a cool poster, or make one with a quote. This book is golden and helping me through some real “moments”.

“Out there things can happen, and frequently do,
To people as brainy and footsy as you.
And when things start to happen, don’t worry, don’t stew.
Just go right along, you’ll start happening too!”
― Dr Suess, Oh the Places You’ll Go


This is the face of someone who is tired of things being ‘so damned hard’ and who is relying on a Dr Suess book to ‘un-slump’ her. “When you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.” -Dr Suess, Oh The Places You’ll Go.

Fit and frazzled!


I have a facebook page to make it easier to comment, share or message me 🙂 I am really hoping some of you have a story or two to tell me!

I am going to be so fit by the end of this degree! I have included a map of today’s travels by foot (in 10 minute windows between lectures) to illustrate that I will do anything to save money on parking!


Red is trip A from my park down Ilam road… for some reason it is showing the starting point as closer than it really was (perhaps my limited paint skills). Anyway it’s my trip from the car to Te Ao Marama. I park closer to Riccarton Road (for the locals) and fekkin’ miles away for those who live abroad.

Moral of the story is, I’m totally knackered right now but I didn’t have to pay a cent in parking! Also I’m a little bit dumb, I arranged to meet someone that I sold something to on an online auction but I left the bloody thing in the car! Grrr… my poor legs.

I’ve completed something… not everything.

Yuss first assignment, albeit a mini one, is done! Haven’t submitted it yet, not graded, possibly crap but it’s DONE!!! D. O. N. E…. duuuuuuuunnnnnnnn.

What isn’t done is Mr One’s epic pile of laundry! Ugh how has this kid got so many clothes? Am I raising a fashionista? Am I just making a rod for my own back by not sitting down and figuring out what he doesn’t actually wear? Whatever it is, I don’t want to fold all these tiny clothes. I would much rather keep on writing my horrendous 1500 word sociology essay on the intersexed (horrendous because it’s long, not because of the content).

11028001_10153204505848701_5211505907163274523_nIt’s days like today that I wish I was living in an untidy student flat. Then no one would care about my laundry pile. We could probably all sit on it as a second couch.

Thank the good lord for ASC!

CaptureWorried you won’t cope with student, not because of the masses of young people and the lack of funds but because of the need to suddenly think critically and write 1500 word essays in academic format again?

Reason number …. erm… lots? Yea, reason number ‘lots’ to just forget your hang ups and go to school. The University of Canterbury has an awesome Academic Skills Centre (click the Academic Skills picture above). It’s not just UC that helps out students with the workload and what’s required of them! All major learning institutions have courses you can attend for free.

I went along to ‘essay writing’ and it was great. I suddenly feel a hell of a lot better about my studies. They were friendly and the class was totally packed so it wasn’t like I was having to go in alone and admit I was afraid of essay writing. Too top it off, no one looked over the top of their glasses at me or tutted at me!

I am going to post this and then go and figure out what I am going to do for homework tonight. It’s Saturday I know but every free minute counts! 🙂

I am chaotic.

I am chaotic and I attract chaos because of it.

Today I decided that I totally had things locked down. I would get someone to look after Mr One because hubby had overtime to work and I had a uni class to attend. I also thought I would just squeeze in a very important youth mentoring meeting after the class (I gave myself 10 minutes to get out of my seat in lecture theatre E8 and be in Sydenham). No problems right?

I made the meeting. I wasn’t even sweating, as used to rushing as I am. The meeting was going well until the intended young person couldn’t be located. In hindsight I should have known that it was a possibility, social work lesson ‘uno’ learnt. THEN the meeting ended up being twice as long as intended, so in peak hour traffic I had to make it across town to pick up Mr One and head back to Amberley.

I am home now obviously. The kids are running riot and ruining my previously perfectly tidy house, I need to shower the boys and tidy the house again. So where is the time to study for the two assignments I have just been given?

I am guessing that I will find the time to study after I have done all those things, filled out the camp form that Miss 11 just handed me, found all the things I need for my driving test tomorrow morning and made the school lunches.

Just remember I am well aware that I chose this. I am sharing the chaos with you so that you know it can be done.

Where the hell did I just put that camp form? $^%^!!!

Right that’s it… you’re not getting a picture on the blog today. -_-

Teeny tiny bites of this pie.

Is this panic?

I’m not sure…

There is no sweat yet, but my chest feels sore.

^^^ Clearly not taking any sort of poetry class. I am however well immersed in the social sciences and quietly shitting myself at, not so much the workload but, the timetable. How on earth am I to fit this all in???

I need a solid babysitter/helper to tie in with school and preschool. Then I need to win lotto and move next door to the university.

Now listen Patricia, just breathe. Big deep breaths and start taking teeny tiny bites of the pie. It was always the plan to take this week by week, well now I am just going to take it day by day until I find my groove.

I will find it. I will keep going.


Mr One thinks homework sucks and it’s been confirmed, he is correct. However well done Mr Six for doing yours 🙂

Elmo and the history of Maori culture.

Elmo is an American. Elmo has a very whiny voice that makes it hard to distinguish whether he identifies with a particular ethnic group. I am guessing Elmo doesn’t identify with any group, he is a furry and loving little monster who just loves everyone, no discrimination from Elmo.

The Maori are, as far as I am allowed to read, a proud and peaceful culture. A culture with strong tradition with deep roots in farming the land and hunting. Maori identify as an ethnic group and within that they identify with their different tribes across Aotearoa.

I need to keep reading about Maori tradition and culture. It is vitally important to my Maori107 course at university but Elmo is much more of a priority to Mr One. So imagine my frustration as I try and read this meaty textbook of mine that every two minutes or so the ‘Tickle Me My Name Is Elmo’ book comes at me from the right, from the left, over the top and sometimes directly to my face in a sort of aggressive tactic to make me respond.

Piss off Elmo, I’m busy.