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Of gratitude and hope

I was just driving home with my windows down and my stereo cranked, with the warm spring air ambracing my arm as I hung it out the window. And I almost cried.

I’m so happy right now.  I’m so thankful for what I have and I’m excited at what my future might hold.  So what brought this on?

A combination of lots of things and the realisation that life really is great right now and I just wanted to share it.

We won the Rugby World Cup.  I was 15 years old when I watched David Kirk (who I had a crush on) hold the William Webb Ellis cup aloft.  And I was privileged to be at Eden Park to watch “our Richie” do the same last week. And thanks to Nick and Nathan for celebrating the day/night with me! You guys rock.

The Christchurch CBD is again alive.  I was excited to be one of the thousands of people who visited the new Cashel Container Mall in the weekend.  What a brilliant job by everyone involved.  I, like many, was a little dubious about the concept of containers for a shopping precinct, but it works and looks amazing.  Continue reading


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Counting myself very lucky

I was at the gym when the earthquake hit, it was terrifying – the noise was like a huge train going past, the sprinkler system burst, glass doors and windows exploded, concrete support pillars cracked, TVs fell, heavy weights were tossed around like toys. I wasn’t concerned for my own safety as much as those around me who were panicking and distraught. I ended up crouched over one of the guys in my gym class, protecting him from any falling debris – he was huddled, cowering, trembling and I felt it was the least I could do to help him.

We were quickly evacuated and as I came down the front stairs, I could see dust rising from across the CBD – I knew it wasn’t good.  I could hear a girl crying hysterically down in front of me, but I couldn’t reach her to comfort her.

For those of you outside of Christchurch, I’m sure you’ve seen all the TV coverage of the devastation – I saw just the tiniest of that first hand, as the gym is on Moorhouse Ave and away from many of the CBD buildings that were destroyed. I did however get the Moorhouse Ave/Colombo St overbridge closed as I could see cracks in one of the main supports and the road separating with each aftershock. I did see people being rescued from a building – alive and well. And I saw the full length of Moorhouse Ave full of silt and water from liquefaction. Luckily my new place is only 30mins walk from the CBD – so I walked home, with nothing but the clothes I wore to the gym. It wasn’t til I got home and saw on TV the extent of the damage, that I realised how bad it really was, and how lucky I was to come out unscathed. Continue reading

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Just Ask For Help #justaskforhelp

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


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I’m over Christmas

There’s no tree at my house, no decorations (actually I bought decoration and decided against putting them up), and there’s certainly no f*cken Christmas carols.

This year has been a big year for many of us, in many ways.

The earthquake threw a monumental spanner in the proverbial works for so many around Christchurch. Many are still feeling the effects of the economy.  A lot of people have had a rough time at work  for various reason.  And there’s been fair amount of personal challenges for some – me included.

And then there’s all the pressure of Christmas.  The presents, the rush and the stress.  Of course for many there’s all the drama of the big family gathering.  For some, it’s a delightful occasion, spending quality time with loved ones.  For many though, it’s too much booze, bad/innapropriate/useless presents, screaming kids, ridiculous amounts of food and way too much chocolate resulting in arguments, unhealthy blood pressure increases and a desperate desire to get away from it all.

Don’t get me wrong – I’m not a Christmas grinch.  I’ve always loved Christmas and always spent far too much money buying loads of presents, mostly for the kids in my family.

But this year is different. Continue reading

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Post tweetup post

I’m currently supervising an exam, and since I’m a woman I can multi-task, and type at the same.  I was a full-time step-mum for 12 or so years, and we all know that mums have special peripheral vision powers – so I can also see if anyone tries to cheat while still looking at my screen.

I just wanted to acknowledge @chiefie – Kelvin – for organising last night’s Tweetup.  It was awesome to meet more of my imaginary Twitter friends (see my previous post on that)

Here’s some of @chiefie’s pics from the day.

And some of @ripvanwrinkles pics

If you took any pics – feel free to link them in a comment.  I’d love to see them!

For those of you who I met for the first time in person last night, who happen to read this – it was a pleasure and I hope we can do it again!

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To all my imaginary friends…

Someone told me recently, quite emphatically, “you can’t make real friends on Twitter”.

I’ve been on Twitter since August 2008, thanks to @audaciousgloop, when he was down here from Auckland presenting to a Marketing Association lunch on Social Media.  I’ve known him in real life for several years, so I guess that doesn’t count, as he pre-dates my Twitter-life.  But since then, I’ve added about 350 or so people I follow and almost 500 people follow me (why they follow me, I have no idea really, but it’s their choice)

And how many of those people are actual friends? I guess that depends on your definition of a friend. But considering the person who made the claim about not making real friends, believes he can call people a “mate” after only talking to them face-to-face for 2 minutes, I guess that’s open to fairly wide interpretation.

So, what is a friend?  For me, it’s someone I have some kind of connection with, something in common, a shared interest…something like that.  And someone I like and trust.

Twitter is an interesting tool for making connections.  That’s how I see it and use it.  It allows me to understand what other people think, what they do and how they connect with other people.  It allows me to control the level of connection. And if I choose to make that connection offline as well, then we don’t have to start from scratch with the basic introductions….we already know stuff about each other.

@Beady_Eye_Anita and I connected online over two years ago.  She’s rugby mad – like me, but even more so! We connected offline after I got asked to take part in a uni project about female rugby fans, and I suggested that she take part too.  And we met for the first time across the table in the Canterbury Uni sociology department, and our friendship grew from there.  And two years later, I consider her a really good friend, my first real Twitter friend. I would never have met her if it weren’t for Twitter.  And my life would be less interesting without her in it.

She’s one of many people I’ve met offline since then.  You may well be one of them.  And if you are – thank you for allowing me into your real world. Thank you for being my real friend.

And here are some of my real Twitter friends….well they look pretty real to me!
(L-R) @redcantab, @richardsd, @nickmackechnie, @petemarcroft, me, @kalena, @nztechtweet

thanks to @kalena for the pic!  And the sofa bed.


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