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November 14, 2017

Hello there, I loves me some beegees :)

My cousin Trevania (lovely lass, amazing singer and beautiful inside and out) met Barry Gibb, the remaining BeeGee when he was staying at the Huka lodge.  She was his Kai Karanga at a Powhiri.  He wore a Kahu Kiwi and said he could feel his brothers with him when he walked on.

I haven't felt like doing much besides being in the garden, reading and writing lately.  I know my housework is piling up around me (it's not, I'm a bit of an obsessive about tidiness) as I wile away the hours in the sultans tent I created in my car port. 
I lay back against the piles of cushions reading mills and boons, biographies of people like Diane Keaton and John Thaw and gardening books, many, many, MANY gardening books.  The gigantic ones with full colour pictures.  As much as I love the interwebs, youtubes and years of gardening world vids, there is nothing like the feel and smell of a book.  

  
My view from the fort and my fort

I am very tired, and lately I've woken up feeling a bit, well, down...there is no other word for it really...just down.  Also anxious and a bit frightened.  I know it's a chemically induced physiological state but it doesn't make me feel better.  The world is a very spiky, sharp edged place right now and a bit of an ordeal. 
Hormones and such have a lot to answer for.
But I'm okay with being down, because its a real live human feeling, and without it you don't get the high of joy.  I believe what Brene Brown says 'you can't numb just the bad feelings, you will numb everything.'  I know that, I've been numb, and it's awful.  Better to feel shit every once in a while and have debilitating moments of anxiety and fear, better that than nothing.
I tweeted an actor I like yesterday telling him 'You are amazing, I love your work.'  I didnt expect a reply but I got one, he said I made his day.  I was thrilled.  Making his day made my millenia. 
I always write and tell authors, actors etc etc I love, that they are amazing and I love what they do.  I don't ever expect anything back.  I mean come on, these guys have massive lives, but I get them, probably not from them personally but some bot or something.  But I can dream, like the unbelievable bout of elation I felt when Channing Tatum added me on twitter, of course I know its not the real one, I'm not a moron but still...*Shakespearean aside like loud whisper* fake Channing Tatum added me on TWITTER!!! 
By the way, writers always reply when you send them emails telling them you love their work...probably because they're writers :)  Even JK Rowling will "like" you on twitter :) 
I am getting a new roof...my brother James, best Master builder in the Universe, and bloody hard to get ten minutes with, is on my roof in the searing summer sun working his burned arse off. 
I can't take anyone else's 'oh man I've had a shit day at work' seriously now.  That guy worked 16 hours yesterday from the moment he started scarily early in the morning till the sun went down.  I'm talking hard out work.  Not this shuffling a few board papers, writing a schedule, planning out a semester or sending a terse email bullshit!!!!   
James is looking at doing the same amount of work today. 
I came inside because I got a bit crispy fried potting up seedlings in my 5 minute burn time.  (Fuck sake, I'm pathetic.)
The best thing is that right now, we are the noisiest pricks in the neighbourhood.  With classic FM blaring and the sounds of power tools we are seriously pissing off the neighbours and I LOVE IT.  After two years of an Antichrist child next door screaming blue murder every-time a parent say's "No",  the chainsaw guy down the street who seems to want to clear is entire property of anything that's living, the fullah on the other side of us who has added two wings to his house in the time we've lived here and not to mention the panel beater guy who works out of his garage across the road.
I am LOVING being loud and anti-social. 
LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To finish off I want to shout a big AWESOME to Aussie for polling yes on same sex marriage and send out love to the peoples of Zimbabwe.
Arohanui
Olivia
PS:  'Thread through the Whariki' is on the final steps before release....YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

















 

I'm a Genius - I have a certificate and everything :)

October 19, 2017

Hello, is anybody out there, yoo hoo :)
THE LAST THREE MONTHS 
have had move ups and downs than the springs in a honeymoon night mattress.  I havn't been feeling that great.  Then I had a few blackouts, like alcohol ones but without the alcohol. 
After an incident at the beginning of the year when I was hanging a shower curtain and woke up on the floor with no memory of what happened in between.  I kept zoning out more and more often, and not in a good way, I'd wake up standing in the kitchen,...
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The Dilemma of names "Till we Kissed" - "The Eldest Girl"

September 9, 2017
 

On all the marketing up to and including the launch of the Book "Pikihuia 12" my story was called "Till we Kissed" - In the Book it is called  "The eldest girl" and this is why...

When I was a kid I picked up a copy of a book called "A Canterbury Tale". Now imagine my surprise when it was not the series of bawdy rambunctious stories by Chaucer but a modern story of a voyeuristic grown man, who would spy on a pubescent couple, who would sneak down to the shed in the bottom of his garden, to "c...

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Things they don't tell ya about...being a wrinkly!!!

August 25, 2017

Photo taken right now..I am so lucky,  my Father has the best skin in the world.  At 80 something he looks a little bit older than me.  So Im hoping that my face will be in STASIS until I kark it. 


I am about to turn 55 years old on October the 9th.  On the day I was born, in 1962, Uganda became independent within the Commonwealth of Nations and still had the delights of Idi Amin to look forward too.

AGE is not about what you look like, it's what happens to the rest of ya.  No one tells you tha...

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Gardening, Chocolate and Clearing crap outta your life - Hallelujah!

August 7, 2017
A bit of background may be in order.
When I was born we lived in Island Bay.  When I was about 2-3 we moved to Wainuiomata, now commonly referred to as 'The Nui'.  This amazing valley is home of fantastic Rugby, Orongorongo National Park and Wainuiomata 'Riskend' Golf Course. And, of course, my childhood.
I remember nothing about Island bay but Mum told me we had lived on Melbourne road and had to climb a long rickety stairway from the main road to get to our home.  She said she used to lie to ...
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The setting of Goals...

June 29, 2017



For me Goals are like plans, when you make em, God laughs at you.  I think its because goals and plans are made in your head, and your brain is only a third in the equation of how you are going to achieve any of them.  You have to take into account your body and spirit as well. 
Mind - Hinengaro
Body - Tinana
Spirit - Wairua

When I was young...



I made great plans about all the amazing things I would do when I was older, when the kids were grown, and I'd have plenty of money and time for myself, bu...

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Angry pants

June 4, 2017

Miss Angry Pants

A lot of people know about the five stages of grief according to Doctor 
Elisabeth Kübler-Ross.  

Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance.  

What they don't tell you is these things do not arrive like trains,  in your psyche's station, one after the other, neatly unloading their passengers and then leaving.  No, no, no,  they are a jumble of fast flying emotional cricket balls, shooting at you at random moments, and the rest of your brain (except your amygdala which ha...

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There's a place in the sun...

May 11, 2017

Me today

On Sunday April 30th my mum died, and that is the biggest shock to my life, but sorry folks, right now the pot is too stirred up and I can't write about it, I have a hard time talking about it, and the only people I do talk to about it for any length of time are my Husband, my siblings, my father and my kids.  Not ready. not ready, not ready.


Lynda, Me, Mum, Johnny, Dad, James 



 Unlike 'Norah Ephron's 'everything is copy' byline, which she reneged on totally when it came to ...

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Writing for fun

February 10, 2017


I'm doing a refresher writing course and we have to do assignments...and be critiqued...here are a couple of them...the first one had to be slightly autobiographical but with a couple of huge changes in character.


  I'm a writer damn it

 I created a person this morning.  He was tall, dark, and handsome in a worn craggy sort of way and he rode a horse without squashing the masculinity out of himself.  He is a widower or divorced, I didn’t know which yet.  
     Okay, he wasn’t flesh and blood...

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Saved...

January 3, 2017
I've been saved a lot in my life.  The first time I remember was a car accident, where I ran head first into a van and was thrown through the air my father hauling me out of a wasp next that Karen Shorter and I had accidentally put a plank of wood through.  
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 The Selfie collection
I have now disclosed my obsession with myself hahaha Actually these are photos I've taken over the last two years when I've felt so bloody sick I wanted to, literally, be asleep all the time.  
Instead I slapped on some lippy and took a pic of myself.  
Click pics for exciting *yawn* fun facts.


I just realised from the pics I have like three outfits.


Not good at keeping a diary, my brain is a bit too random but will have a decent go at it.   

About Me


Olivia Giles Kia ora everyone, I am Olivia, I am a writer, and an artist, welcome to my hectic mad world.

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