A Woman Should Have

December 4th, 2011 by Kama

A poem I read this morning by Maya Angelou – shared by @cassieroma on Twitter (thanks for sharing!).  I love this, and happily can say “I do have” to most of these “should haves”. Except a cordless drill. I really need one of those!

enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to…
something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour…

a youth she’s content to leave behind…. a past juicy enough that she’s looking forward to retelling it in her old age….
a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra…
one friend who always makes her laugh…
and one who lets her cry…

a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family…
eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored…

a feeling of control over her destiny…
how to fall in love without losing herself..

how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without; ruining the friendship….

when to try harder…

that she can’t change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..
that her childhood may not have been perfect…
but it’s over…

what she would and wouldn’t do for love or more…
how to live alone…
even if she doesn’t like it…

whom she can trust, whom she can’t, and why she shouldn’t take it personally…

where to go…
be it to her best friend’s kitchen table…
or a charming Inn in the woods…
when her soul needs soothing…

What she can and can’t accomplish in a day…
a month…
and a year…

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5th November

November 6th, 2011 by Kama

Wow. TVNZ listens to the voice of the people and moves Coronation Street back to its original time slot of 7.30pm.

Yet, every year at this time, thousands of us protest verbally at the ongoing sale of fireworks to the public. The Fire Service have to attend dozens, if not hundreds of callouts. And the government does nothing.

I have nothing against public fireworks displays, I enjoy them myself. As long as they are not smack bang within a residential area. You know the time they are due to start, and finish, and can prepare accordingly. There’s no risk of a neighbour “accidentally” hitting your window with one, setting your roof on fire, or giving you and your furkids a fright by letting one off unexpectedly right by your fence line, at any given time of day or night, for a week before, and weeks after the designated Guy Fawkes night. Because let’s face it, no-one sticks to the laws surrounding when you are allowed to light these sticks of death. And no-one enforces said laws either. I heard tonight on Twitter that Noise Control refused to even respond to complaints if they were firework related, regardless of the time of night, and if the noise is keeping neighbours awake. Not that it surprises me, I had to sell my home because Noise Control are completely ineffectual.

I could care less about the injuries stupid people do to themselves doing stupid things with fireworks. I DO care about the damage stupid people cause to other people’s property with them, and the cruelty to animals. Not just the physical cruelty assholes impose on animals, but the mental stress caused by the noise. Simply keeping your animals inside, is NOT a good enough solution, and anyone who thinks so, is an idiot. I can have my doors, windows and curtains closed and be hosting a raging punk rock concert in my lounge via DVD, and my dog can still hear them and freak out. I’ve tried everything for my boy, from trying to carry on with my evening and pretend everything is normal, to distractions, to rescue remedies, nothing works for him. Once he has heard the first firework go off, he goes into panic mode, nothing calms him down, and he will be jumpy for weeks afterwards.  Is that at all fair?

If you’d ever seen my 30 kilo black labrador try to squeeze himself shaking and panting into a space the size of a shoebox to try to protect himself from a terrifying noise he couldn’t possibly understand, you might feel the same. Unless you have rocks where your heart should be.

It’s about time the government realised the stupid people will always be stupid people (has the drink driving message got through yet, do you think?), and remove the source of the problem. The fireworks, I mean, not the stupid people (although….there’s an idea too).   It’s not like they’d be missing much, the store bought fireworks, by all accounts, are fairly pathetic, made for bang rather than visual effect.

And as I write this, the cat just projectile vomited all over the dog. Another highly successful Guy Fawkes evening draws to a close.

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October 26th, 2011 by Kama

Not sure who to credit for this, it was an email forward, but to whoever wrote it, good job!

Through the mists of time, a figure stands tall.
An All Black legend above them all.
He played with power, poise and pace,
an Iron man, with an honest face.

Smart as a fox, he soon rose to fame,
a soldier’s instinct in a magnificent game.
Hard as nails, proud and true,
the superhuman from Oamaru.

The name of McCaw still rings aloud,
the pride of every kiwi crowd.
Richie was a hero, a leader of men,
his men would follow him to the very end.

A humble man respected by all.
He made sure a rise would follow each fall.
A nation inspired even though he was sprained,
held together by metal, on and on he bravely played.

All these years later his presence still felt,
so many proud victories under his belt.
His gift to our country is very clear,
Oamaru’s gift to New Zealand held so dear.

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It’s our moment, shut up and let us have it.

October 25th, 2011 by Kama

Rugby World Cup 2011 is over, and the All Blacks were victorious. If you know me well, you know how happy this has made me. I’m deliriously happy. As are a good many of my fellow countrymen & women. Rugby is important to a lot of us. For such a small nation, we’re damn good at it, and this makes us proud.

So why the hell can’t we be allowed to enjoy it without the chorus of “can we stop talking/hearing about the rugby now?” whining from those that don’t share our passion? It’s a special moment, one that we’ve been wishing for and dreaming of, for 24 long years. This victory is going to be a feel good memory most of us will never forget. It’s a BIG deal. So we should stop celebrating the very next day? I’m sorry, but no. Face it, it’s going to be on the news every day for some time. It’s going to be splashed all over your rugby-loving friend’s Facebook timeline, and their Twitter feed and in the papers, for some time yet. We’re going to discuss it, and watch it again, and dissect it, and celebrate it, and generally eat, sleep and breathe rugby until even we can’t do it any more.

Yes, we realise you’ll probably hate it but it won’t be for ever, have a little patience and show a little understanding, and let us bask in the glory without your constant whinging. You have some passions of your own, don’t you? Do we rudely tell you to stop going on about how much you love mountain biking, or motorsport, or whatever else it is that you love? Here’s an idea, for a few days at least, buy a newspaper for the news instead of watching it on tv, so you can choose what you want to read. Give yourself a break from social media, or hide the feeds from those likely to offend you with their passion. Whatever, just please give us a break, keep your whining to yourselves, and let us have this.

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Semi-final 1, France vs Wales

October 16th, 2011 by Kama

So, one finalist has been decided. Not a pretty win, but still a win. I have to admire France. It wasn’t their best form by any stretch of the imagination, but they inched ahead and stuck there. I don’t know how they do it, but it’s not unusual for them to cause an upset, is it? You have to give them a grudging respect.

My Twitter stream was full of irate kiwis hating on the ref, as usual, for red-carding the Welsh skipper, Sam Warburton. I’ll be the first to admit that I can be scathing of a ref who consistently makes bad calls and costs a team the game, but this was hardly the case here.

Welsh supporters, including New Zealanders, need to get a grip. Had an Aussie player tip tackled an All Black like that, kiwis would have been baying for his blood, & the ref would be lucky to leave the park alive. Players were apparently warned about zero tolerance for tip tackles, so the Welsh weren’t hard done by, it was a justified call by referee Alain Rolland. And as a fellow tweeter who actually is a rugby referee commented, “The directive on tip tackles makes no distinction between driving and dropping and no mention of “malice”.”

So whether he “meant” to or not, makes no difference, the fact remains it was a stupid and dangerous tackle, and as captain of his team, Warburton perhaps should have been setting a better example. It’s a big game, you need to show a bit of discipline.

There’s a big difference between a referee making bad calls, or no call (eg. missing a really obvious forward pass culminating in a try!) and making calls you just plain don’t like because you support the other team, people!

And face up to it, the red card wasn’t the only thing to lose Wales the game – it certainly hurt them, but let’s see now, how many conversions did they miss?

It made no real difference to me who won this semi, so perhaps I’ve got a little more perspective, not having my judgement clouded by emotion. Yes, a bad night for Wales, disappointing, but not as bad a night as the guy who had a heart attack in a corporate box at Eden Park and died at the scene, all before kick off. Again, perspective.

I may be the only one, but I feel ok that the French won. I’d love to see a repeat of 1987’s final, and if I let a little superstition creep in, the same outcome would be nice too :-)  Sweet sweet revenge for knocking us out of the play-offs two cups in a row. But getting ahead of myself. Somehow I need to summon up the mental fortitude to get myself through tomorrow’s semi. Better get some sleep!

Sorry for your loss. Better luck next time, Wales.  Well done les Bleus!

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October 6th, 2011 by Kama

I guess it shouldn’t have come as a shock, but it still did, enough to make me sit back down in the chair I had just risen from. You never quite know with The Rock, whether the news you’re hearing is correct (no offence guys, but you sure do pull a lot of pranks), so I checked Twitter, where the news is usually reliable. It was true.

I share an office floor with a bunch of designers. It was a very sombre afternoon indeed. RIP Steve Jobs. You helped shape my life. You were the man.

Steve Jobs

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RWC 2011 – The Rules

September 13th, 2011 by Kama

Dear non-rugby people in my life,

1. From 9 Sep to 23 October 2011, you should read the sports section of the newspaper so that you are aware of what is going on regarding the World Cup, and that way you will be able to join in the conversations. If you fail to do this, then you will be looked at in a bad way, or you will be totally ignored. DO NOT complain about not receiving any attention.

2. During the World Cup, the television is mine, the VCR and DVD are all mine, at all times, without any exceptions. If you even take a glimpse of the remote control, you will lose it (your eye).

3. If you have to pass by in front of the TV during a game, I don’t mind, as long as you do it crawling on the floor and without distracting me. If you decide to stand nude in front of the TV to get my attention, make sure you put clothes on right after because if you catch a cold, I won’t have time to take you to the doctor or look after you during the World Cup month.

4. During the games I will be blind, deaf and mute, unless I require a refill of my drink or something to eat. You are out of your mind if you expect me to listen to you, open the door, answer the telephone, or cook you dinner….it just won’t happen.

5. It would be a good idea for you to keep a couple of six packs in the fridge at all times, as well as plenty of things to nibble on, and please do not make any funny faces to my friends when they come over to watch the games. In return, you may be allowed to use the TV between 7am and 1pm, unless they replay a good game that I missed.

6. Please, please, please!! If you see me upset because one of my teams is losing, DO NOT say ‘get over it, it’s only a game’, or ‘don’t worry, they’ll win next time’. If you say these things, you will only make me angrier and I will love you less. Remember, you will never ever know more about rugby than me and your so called ‘words of encouragement’ will only ruin our relationship.

7. You are welcome to sit with me to watch one game and you can talk to me during halftime but only when the commercials are on, and only if the halftime score is pleasing me. In addition, please note I am saying ‘one’ game, hence do not use the World Cup as a nice cheesy excuse to ’spend time together’.

8. The replays of the tries are very important. I don’t care if I have seen them or I haven’t seen them, I want to see them again. Many times, and record them.

9. Do not have any parties or gatherings that require my attendance because:

a) I will not go,
b) I will not go, and
c) I will not go.

10. But, if friends invite us to their house on a Sunday to watch a game, that’s ok.

11. The daily World Cup highlights show on TV every night is just as important as the games themselves. Do not even think about saying ‘but you have already seen this…why don’t you change the channel to something we can all watch??’, the reply will be: ‘Refer to Rule #2 and Rule #8 of this list’.

12. Please save your expressions such as ‘Thank goodness the World Cup is only every 4 years’. I am immune to these words, because after this comes the reruns of the Rugby World Cup, etc etc.

13. And finally, if you are female and your “man” likes rugby less than you, he is not a real man and shall be bound by these rules and additionally be referred to as “the kitchen bitch” for the duration of the World Cup. He’s on snacks duty.

Thank you for your cooperation.


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Rugby World Cup 2011 – underway!

September 9th, 2011 by Kama

First game of Pool A done and dusted (breathes sigh of relief). New Zealand vs Tonga. First points by Dan Carter. First try to Israel Dagg. Final score 41-10 to NZ. Man of the Match, Richard Kahui.

Most memorable moment: The new All Blacks shirt prove themselves a rip-off (excuse the pun), by tearing considerately right over Sonny Bill Williams’ impressive tattooed shoulder & bicep. Sonny Bill Williams (on the advice of his media manager?) changes his shirt on field. The entire female population of New Zealand dissolve into molten heaps on the floor. The replacement shirt refuses to go on smoothly as it is too tight, and we all proclaim the shirt designer to be an absolute GENIUS. Quite simply, the BEST RUGBY FOOTAGE in the WORLD, EVER.

SBW Shirt Change

Happy Kama.

AND, 7 more games of rugby to watch this weekend!  Rugby Heaven.

Our players who art in Black, hallowed be thy game.
When full time comes, thy will be done in ‘11 as it was in ‘87.
Give us each game our daily victory and forgive us our previous shortcomings as we forgive those who coached in 07.
And lead us NOT to knock out round failure, but deliver us from World Cup drought,
… in the name of McCaw, Carter, Dagg and the Holy Webb Ellis.

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On Track

August 16th, 2011 by Kama

So the new treadmill came home with me last Wednesday, and so far I’ve done a 3km walk, a 3.6km walk, 45 minutes of Tae Bo, another 3km walk and a 3.57km walk. The walking has been a duration of 30-40 minutes each time, and included inclines to simulate hill walking. That’s 5 days exercise out of a 7 day week. Not bad for my first week back into the swing of exercising for the first time in many months.

I’m obviously fitter than I thought, probably from work, as walking at a brisk pace for 4o minutes doesn’t leave me gasping for air, like I assumed it would.  Even the Tae Bo cardio workout, 45 minutes long, didn’t leave me completely breathless, although every muscle in my body was screaming for me to stop by the end of it :-) After about ten minutes on the treadmill though, my feet really start to hurt. So step two, I think, will be saving up for some decent shoes, fitted by the professionals.

My first goal? Improve my fitness and strengthen my legs so I can bounce non-stop at the Foo Fighters concert in December (thanks Dad, you rock!). Now there’s some motivation!

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It’s your life

August 8th, 2011 by Kama


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It's All About Me

Total #rugbychick - also addicted to Green Day, fur-kids, rock music, social media, tattoos, spy thrillers. I swear a lot & I'm not even slightly PC.