Leaf, probably…

Reasons for me to own a credit card:

• I want one.
• You can buy bus and train tickets online, and outside is rainy wet and horrible.
• I want a Something from the Something Store. Very very much. (Especially considering I’ve only just realised it exists.)

Reasons why I don’t:

• I’d lose it.
• I’m crap at managing money.
• I have no money anyway.
• Online shopping is not my friend.
• I don’t plan expenditure. Expenditure plans me.
• I hate being in debt, and yet? I am Very Much in debt. Stupid student loan.
• I’m still crap at managing money.

Also? Today I had a conversation that went like this:

Shannon: So listen Big Boss Man called about his appointment this morning. He wants some stuff for it, and it was your appointment, so we don’t have the stuff. 

Colleague: Oh. Hmm.

Shannon: Do you have the stuff that he needs?

Colleague: Well you don’t have the stuff that he needs, so we’ll find the stuff that he needs.

Shannon: Great thanks.

Is it just me or does ‘The Stuff’ sound dirty?

And? It’s only 10am and there are 200 trucks parading past work laying on their horns in protest of road user charges which went up suddenly and without warning. Aside from that whole right to protest blah blah blah, I’d just like to say that truck horns are LOUD.

I’m going back to Foxton and Feilding tonight, and I forgot my camera. Since Marvin was stolen back in 2007 I have no family photos stored digitally. Sure I have a FEW in photo albums, but my favorites were all the stupid snaps that I’ve never bothered to get printed.

I might have to borrow a camera and then store photos on a CD. Or something. I’ll see what I can work out.

I mentioned the candy monkey heads that I brought the other day in this post. Today I thought I’d tell you a little more about them. You see, they’re so unusual they deserve a little more than a singular mention in a very badly constructed sentence.

These monkey heads originate from a dutch cuisine shop in Petone. The shop was basically divided into two sections: the giant wheels of cheese section and the rows and rows of liquorice section.

These were right down the back between the pink piggie heads and the black and white panda heads. I got the monkeys because I thought they looked the coolest. Also because pink candy usually doesn’t taste great, and I couldn’t quite convince myself that eating panda heads was ok.

Now the flavour…

The flavour is interesting… The yellow is banana. The black is - you guessed it - liquorice.

Kat took a bite and exclaimed “tastes like perky nana’s!” right before the liquorice kicked in. She wasn’t so keen on them after that. I think they random mix of banana and liquorice works quite well, mostly because it’s addictive.

I like to bite the ears off first.

Did I tell you that my little brother Liam got his learners licence the other day? He also got his very first paying job at one of Feilding’s local supermarkets.

I call him my little brother, even though I should really have stopped that a few birthdays ago. He’s fifteen now, but in my head he’s pretty much always seven.

When we hang out at the parents places he often acts older than I do. Sometimes you can tell he’s wondering why the heck I get to call him the younger brother, while also acting like the younger sibling. Then I offer to buy him lollies, booze, and illicit drugs and he’s fine with it again. Liam is an easy guy to please.

Liam used to do Karate with my Dad. He’s pretty awesome at it too. He could probably kick my butt in a fight… If he was dreaming that is. He couldn’t do it in real life because he knows that the law states very clearly  that older sisters are entitled to kick little brothers butts whenever they feel like it. Also, he knows that I’d probably cry.

Liam’s always wanted to do trampolining. Unfortunately he can’t find a gym that teaches it close by. Instead he just learns how to do gravity defying flips on the trampoline at home.

He makes me watch him whenever I come home for a visit and I always say things like: “Wow, awesome.” and “You’re such a dork.” However in my head I’m usually saying stuff like: “Oh my god. Liam Kaine Steven! Get the hell off there!” and “Is there going to be blood?”

I’ve always thought he’d be great at being a circus entertainer though. I know a guy who went to circus college to learn how to ride a unicycle, and the flying trapeze, and Liam reminds me a lot of him.

Liam wants to follow Dad, and my other younger brother Ryan into the Navy when he grows up. I think he’d be good at that too. But don’t tell him I said that. Tell him I called him a Dorky McDork face with a side of Looooooser…

… Because after all, he is still my little brother.