Finding Starfish @ the beach

@ the mussel Inn I reckon the best pub in NZ (the stewwy island pub is a close call though)

@ the beach with Lu

Patrice and I somewhat on the way to Farewell Spit

The ladies @ the lookout point on the way up the mountain

PuPu springs....The picture doesn't look too impressive but it is the cleanest water in the world

The cool mirror thingy @ pupu springs

Lu hooking the sisters up with water, dancing is hard work

Visiting Lu @ work @ the Vic rose

Bratworst and Beer

On the party bus with bugsy the cupid

P the bee and Janice the Genie

Being silly and festive

Goofy check out @ the FC (fresh choice)

Group shot of most of the woofers

Bea dresses up as grapes the head band owned the party deck I reckon

In the cheese isle with P

Beer Isle with Bratworst

Giving cranberry white chocolate shortbread out to strangers = fun

Baking cookies in the kitch with Patrice my wicked Irishadian Roomie

A stop by at work to pick up supplies

Sausage ISLE!!!!!

T'was a sunny day in Nelson

Hello I have not been all too motivated to write lately. Partial reasons include the owner of Paradiso only allowing himself on the wireless now. I used to wake up at 7:00 am every morning just so I could be neurotic and do all my Internet errands. I now finding myself being a snooze button whore again, as I wake up make my oats and then skip to work in a flowered apron.
So what else is new???
The week at Paradiso has been non-stop celebration. As I sit here right now I am reminded of a Seinfeld epposodewhere Elaine felt pressured to eat cake because someone always had something to celebrate. (I'm pretty sure it's Seinfeld). The past week almost every day there is some need to celebrate. When there is no reason perhaps we celebrate just because the day ends in a Y or because we got out of bed and the sun rose. Today I find myself enjoying a lazy Sunday detoxing with soup, and water. Life is sweet.
As always I get over enthused with the potential for a dress up party. Valentines day was all of our day to shine. I figure thatValentines day really is the lamest day of the year, and the only way to make it cool is to make it so lame that it's cool. I made posters,baked cookies with my Irish Princess, and we all dressed up in goofy outfits. As much as the evening festivities were amazing, I think the highlight of the day was going to my work and supermarket all dressed up. It was myself, and my friends Patrice (Irish Princess), and a funny Canadian dude named Gerrett. Being the estrogen silly ladies that we are, we pranced around the shop giving strangers cookies from my little basket. It was impressive how much effort the Paradiso woofers put into their costumes.
Since then I have been working a tinge @ the liqour king and concluded my ham job yesterday. Tomorrow is a special day because I'm going to meet with a lady to score a job. It's for the company I applied for a few weeks ago. I called them back and hooked up a meeting @ a group home. It's right around the corner, and seems real promising. I meet with her @ 1:30 and she says if I like it then I can go and have an interview with her.New Zealand is so darling when you have a job interview. I think with bigger jobs they do it just so it looks good on the paper work. Usually you kinda go,and they will shoot the shit with you, and talk about a whole lot of jibber jabber. If they think you are not an axed murderer then all is cruise as. I really do appreciate the laidback attitude of NZ, it's really comforting. Out of all the places I was in Oz, I never really felt as at home as I do in Nelson.It'll be sweet once I get a place too, I've just been real picky with where I will live.
Paradiso
Paradiso is amazing....I must say, the people who stay here are sweet, and I am constantly meeting new awesome people. There is everything that you need here, so much in fact that sometimes you don't even want to leave the parking lot. It's so good in fact that it is probably the most distracting place I have ever lived (next to the arts factory in Byron). It's like a sparkle globe with thousands of little particles floating around all the time. Days do not exist, and everyday is a celebration. Because of this I find myself procrastinating at finding a place. I have checked out three places, and turned them down. I figure that if I could just morph the sparkles of paradiso into a shared flat then that would = euphoric bliss. I have this idea in my head that I want to live somewhere similar to where I lived in Toronto on Tecumseth St. In the meantime I will bide my time until the perfect situation comes along.
Anyways that's pretty much all I have to say...I'll talk to you lates!!!!!

Ode to the Ham Job

The conclusion

I think I have had one of the goofiest jobs in the past..... 12 months???? That could be subjective as to which angle you perfer to look at things.

I think I have had many jobs that have been funny in their own way, however ham sampling in Richmond (Nelsons Neighbouring town) was definetely a giggle inducing gig. I found myself saying real dumb things like "Ham-er-ific", "ham-tastic" and ham-il-isous ...ahh how terrible??? I had to sample by the deli, with my little black tray. The ham was cut into little squares that were then peirced with toothpicks. I even got some ham scissors fed-exed to me, along with little rubber gloves. After 'prep work' was complete ,I skipped to the deli isle where I offered cubes of ham to innocent shoppers. Often there was a nice lady who would sample random items in my isle as well. It ended up that she hooked me up with rides back to my home land (Nelson). She would have stands with sausages, salmon on crackers, and posh roast chicken. My product felt inferior to hers, but I tried to jazz it up the best I could.. Sometimes it's difficult not to break out in giggles due to the sweet silliness of the situation. It's funny how people react to sampling as well. This is nothing new to me as I have done it a million times before, however something about people eating ham made me feel giggly in the head. People always feel the need to make a comment about the ham. Usually they are quite awkward comments, as there can be only so many creative things you can say about ham. some people would say things like HuH the ham tastes kinda Salty!!!!!I tried not to cackle when this was said!! What the shit eh?? It's ham of course it's salty!!One lady asked me what Champagne ham was, at the time I did not know, but I inquired at the deli and found the answer. It's the top part of the ham that is boneless (wow you learn something new every day huh?)

People would also say really lame things like HUH champagne ham???? Well I better be carefull!!! I don't want to get too drunk on the walk home RDRR....I suppose I can't really point fingers when I tell people to have a hamerifc day. Anyways I'm real glad that it's over now and I can move on to better gigs. If I'm ever in a band though I think Ham Job would be an awesome name for it....RDRR....Okay I'm done now!!!!!

In the Deli Lane sampling in action

A serious face for a mean ham on a tray

Drawring party in the kitch
Everyone thought it was a great idea to write all over eachother in permanent black marker. All these over soaped red skinned back packers in the next few days.