How many times have any of the following phrases run through your head? I’m pretty sure there have been times when you’ve thought/felt like at least a couple of the above. All completely normal responses, I might add.
However, they’re not particularly conducive to achieving anything. So, I urge you to just ask for help.
Don’t get me wrong – I’m not talking about getting other people to do what you’re completely capable of because you’re too lazy to do it yourself.
I’m talking about those times when getting assistance, guidance or advice from someone else would actually be a positive and productive thing to do. So, why don’t we ask for help more often? Lots of reasons. I have a great reason. Well, in my mind it was a great reason.
Let me share the story with you. Sit back and relax. It started with something that happened when I was just five years old. Just a tiny, wee thing (I’m only 157cm now, so I was tiny at five) it involved something like this: Except, that’s not EXACTLY it, since it happened over 30 years ago and I never took a photo – but it’s a hole in the ground. There was some building going on across the road from my house at an empty site. I’m not sure what for, but there was a big hole in the ground (and no workmen at the time either). My Mum and Dad told me to stay away from it. Continue reading
So, it was a Friday night. I was at The Twisted Hop having a beer or two with a few of the boys (@richardsd, @nzJayZee and @michaelmurfy) when I spotted a guy standing by himself, checking his phone, looking round and looking a little lost. I also noticed his fly was down…all the way. And being the good citizen that I am, I went over and said, in a quiet, discreet voice “Excuse me, but your fly is down”, and he replied in a much less quiet and discreet voice “Oh cheers for that” and fixed the situation.
It turns out he was at his own leaving do, but believed he’d been “stitched up” as no one else was there. So I invited him to join the boys and I, which he did. Simon is one of those people who seems to get on with anyone easily, so we all talked like we’d known each other for ages. And some time after, his friend Jimmy turned up and joined us too.
Now Jimmy is an interesting character. His talents are many and varied and include “pants related surgery” – adding a new hole to his belt after I pointed out his jeans were riding just a bit too low to be respectable. Cheers Justin for the pic. That’s my Leatherman he’s using, by the way, ‘cos every girl should carry a knife.
He also does a bit of diving – and I have a decent crayfish in my freezer as a result of that. Jimmy also tells a good story…ask him about the MAF guys related to that crayfish. Oh, and he is also a recreational pig-hunter.
Now, I’ve wanted to go pig-hunting for a while, so when I mentioned this to him, and after witnessing my knife-handling skills, he offered to take me. And cut a long story short, after a false start the next day – less than 3 hours notice didn’t work for me – Thursday was to be the day. With a bit of text banter to sort out the details, Thursday 5pm rolled around and we were off. (Warning – there are some graphic images of dead pigs – in case you get squeamish)
OK – so we’re a week into twenty-eleven already. Just thought I’d do a quick review of last year. And look forward at the same time.
I was pretty glad to see the back of twenty-ten to be fair. As I said on my FB status “Looking forward to farewelling 2010. Other than the odd good moment, it was a pretty fucked up year. 2011 is gonna rock!” – several people seemed to agree and the word-on-the-street was many people were thinking along the same lines.
Especially for those of us in the Canterbury area having to contend with “The Big Shake” and it’s aftermath….although it’s still continuing in to 2011 with several decent shakes in the last week. While I got off very lightly in terms of damage, plenty of friends didn’t – both in terms of physical damage to property and mental and emotional damage due to the resulting stress. I did have problems sleeping – but that was due to the PTSD suffered by my dog, who would stand and whine at the bedroom door every night for several weeks. But, still I counted myself lucky in the whole scheme of things. I drove (well passengered) through Kaiapoi the other day…they still have Portaloos in some of the streets. Four months after. Sheesh.
Then there was “The Big Breakup”. The actual breakup wasn’t so bad, in fact it had to happen, needed to happen and should have happened a long time ago. The actual circumstances were amusing in hindsight – although certainly not at the time for anyone involved. So much of 2010 wasn’t the happiest of my life. It was the aftermath that sucked – not too dissimilar to the aftershocks really – just not knowing when the next one would hit and what would get damaged. Even now I need property sold so I’m financial again. If you know anyone in Auckland who might be interested….please let them know. It’s an awesome place. Moving on. Moving up. Continue reading