The Lurrrve Bug.

So scuse me while I share something deep. 

Maybe I'm niave, young or dense or whatever- but it has just hit me. 

Love is a sacrifice. 

That saying "treat others how you love to be treated", may work for you to recieve love, but to give love- you have to speak their langauage. And unless your the same emotional nationality- your a foreigner and have to dig out the phrase book to give the love that person will recieve. 

And it's not easy. Thats why its a sacrifice. 

And that, kids- is perhaps my last deep insight for 2010.

Anyway,

 

 

Love languages. 

 

 

Gary Chapman is a champ. He has interpreted for me many times and has not even met me.

He's the author of the 5 love languages. 

Here's a run down of the 5 love languages that describe how we recieve love. The trick after that is learning how to sacrifice our love language to speak love to someone else.

 

 

"The 5 Love Languages^®

 

 

• Words of Affirmation

  Actions don’t always speak louder than words. If this is your love language, unsolicited compliments mean the world to you. Hearing the words, “I love you,” are important—hearing the reasons behind that love sends your spirits skyward. Insults can leave you shattered and arae not easily forgotten.

• Quality Time

  In the vernacular of Quality Time, nothing says, “I love you,” like full, undivided attention. Being there for this type of person is critical, but really being there—with the TV off, fork and knife down, and all chores and tasks on standby—makes your significant other feel truly special and loved. Distractions, postponed dates, or the failure to listen can be especially hurtful.

• Receiving Gifts

  Don’t mistake this love language for materialism; the receiver of gifts thrives on the love, thoughtfulness, and effort behind the gift. If you speak this language, the perfect gift or gesture shows that you are known, you are cared for, and you are prized above whatever was sacrificed to bring the gift to you. A missed birthday, anniversary, or a hasty, thoughtless gift would be disastrous—so would the absence of everyday gestures.

• Acts of Service

  Can vacuuming the floors really be an expression of love? Absolutely! Anything you do to ease the burden of responsibilities weighing on an “Acts of Service” person will speak volumes. The words he or she most want to hear: “Let me do that for you.” Laziness, broken commitments, and making more work for them tell speakers of this language their feelings don’t matter.

• Physical Touch

  This language isn’t all about the bedroom. A person whose primary language is Physical Touch is, not surprisingly, very touchy. Hugs, pats on the back, holding hands, and thoughtful touches on the arm, shoulder, or face—they can all be ways to show excitement, concern, care, and love. Physical presence and accessibility are crucial, while neglect or abuse can be unforgivable and destructive".
  
  Anyway, anyway, Anyway.
  
  My Dad's language of love is service.
  He takes it as a personal insult if I forget to bring in the washing (never mind the fact that I just told him he suited grey hair).
  He's MRBEHINDTHESCENES.
  
  And this is the result:
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  He sourced 3 VW's and combined their forces.
  He's a champ.
  
  
  
  

Christmas trees don't have to be green and hairy.

So I think this might be my first blog where I have completely outsources the ideas.
Good on me. Im finally admitting I'm not all that.
But I am someof it.
Just not today.
Anyway, Anyway, Anyway.

Here are some rad as christmas tree ideas that don't offend the wallet and are a happy alternative from green santa flavoured trees.

http://cdn.webecoist.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/tree-6.png

http://design-milk.com/images/2008/11/possibiliTree.jpg
(oops lost the links to the other ones. DANG IT- IM SOOO GETTING SUED).

Happy Sabbath World.

My mum's cooler than yours.

So would you believe my mother turned 60????

I loved the long weekend at the Batch with mums Gals.

Here's some moments taken that set the ambience:

And here's some pics of the set up:

Pretty much all of it revolved around laughing. eating. preseants. laughing. and food. With a dose of chocolate.

Here's a glipse of the snappys I took.

Here's Mum being Stunning:

Oh HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM!!!!

If ya fancy some squity frown lines- get a closer look at these:

Nutter in the corner staring at children.

There is something dandy about writing with a pen.
And even dandier drawing.

I have missed it.
The awkward shuffles of people slowing down to stare over your shoulder.
The waitresses thinking they are stealth by not sloshing the coffee while they look at what the nutter at table 7 is drawing.

Anyway, anyway, anyway.

Point is.

Heres a few moments from allbymyselfinpublicplaces.

OOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Also. there is this thing in NZ.
I think everyone should go.

IExpose. Epic Post 1.

So apart from teaching little jellyfish how to sting.

This is what else 2010 tastes like:

A harmonica sourced by my bro. Complete with the cigarette ash from the original owners: 

Oh BOY. this doesn't even need a caption. 

I have missed NZ cocoa beans.

A faure into the adult host world.The turks would have been proud.

I play in this ground:

This is my bro.
Being all natrual like.

At a Market.
I found where fairies pursue the glitter circus and play in gold dust.

While i in the meantime turn my winter stumps into a golden compass. 

So you might recognize the author.

This is better than "eat pray love". 

I figured that out all by myself, before I even read them both.

Her most famous one.

I think I was more excited to photograph it. 

No thats not fair.

I would like to write a quote's book from her musings and claim the royalties.

My photo will one day be on the front.

no not me. 

actually....maybe.

At the hairdressers.

I caught my gown, the table and the wall playing nicely together.

This my new 'do.

Can't do much with it.

Cept look rad.

(haven't heard that word much in NZ, rekon I'll start).

Oh vintage cheese. you always taste the best.

I want to be this Rad then.

(she was marching in the brest cancer walkathon)

 Romanian Food!!!!!

Oh hello tummy.

didn't notice you INVADING my hotness.

Bluddy Romanians.

Always trying to get you to pay for it.

This is my mum. 

Can you believe I'm going to her 60th in a week?

innashesweet?

Fridays.

On the slosh.

HA.

virgan all the way.

I love Flying Burrito Bro's- they make the best non alco drinks.

OH I LOVE SEEING THIS.

its on my road trip to and fro the big smoke.

This is Dad.

He's trying to explain something.

But I'm not listening.

BECAUSE THIS CAR IS MINE.

Oh swoon balloon. 

He has 2 VW's in his garage. 

We (loose term I know) are going to cut and paste the two into a smooth mobile.

 This is the '66

Aww, isn't my dad a champ?

 And this is the '69.

Back to food.

Italy. you can keep your men.

But certainly not your taste in decor. or food either.

This is a piano accordian.

And its upside down.

Thats me holding it.

And to Finish with:

So remember a blog post about dankness?

This was me trying to escape that.

If your feeling ugly.

Surround yourself in beauty.
Then claim it for yourself. 

PS- thats an original quote. Don't steal.