Ladies and Gents~

Things are quiet here as New Zealand prepares for winter. We are both safe and sound, working at the airport and trying to make a little nest egg for our return to the U.S. of A. We have been doing quite a bit of soul-searching and communicating with one another regarding our post-NZ futures, and are trying to put ourselves (and each other) in a headspace that will be able to help us with whatever ends up being the "next phase".

Some of this will be of interest to many of you, and we're looking forward to exchanging ideas, inspirations and outlines for your advice/opinion. We've discussed future study and schooling in many areas, as well as both new locations and vocations. Buckle up, Kids, things are happening now.

In the meantime, it occurs to us that it's been awhile since you've had the opportunity to look at some pictures. Rather than wait until we see you (when we'll undoubtedly be showing you many of the same shots!), here are a few to whet the ol' appetite. Enjoy!

After this, Baby G couldn't sit down for like, a week.

Seen at a flea market, March 2007

On the side of a store called "Paris Texas".

Seriously. Don't.

So close, and yet so far...

From the protest we attended. This is in chalk on the wall of a bank in downtown Wellington.
The circus came to town, and practiced on the wharf!

The sport, not the bug.
In the words of fictional President Jed Bartlet, "I'm an educated man, Charlie, but every time someone tries to explain the rules of cricket to me, I want to hit myself in the head with a teapot."

This needs a little explanation but NOT it's own post. Here in New Zealand, if you go someplace and order a "hot dog", more often than not, you'll get a sausage on a stick that has been deep fried in batter and served with tomato (that's "toe-MAH-toe") sauce, which is different than ketchup in that it's not as sweet. It IS possible to get an American hot dog here, but to do so, the menu must read "American hot dog" or something along those lines. How does it taste, you ask? ...

...a lot like a corn dog.
This was taken at the Basin Reserve, named after famous Kiwi WWI soldier Reginald Basin Reserve, who singlehandedly killed some Germans.
All joking aside, it's a really peaceful cricket yard in the center of town and this monument is perched on a hill on one side. On a sunny day, it's a nice quiet respite from an otherwise busy central business district.
Dizzle talking to someone about how many skateboards it took to make this bench.
Please note the sign on the bottom-left, Dorks.
The size of those leaves is outrageous! Truly, truly, truly outrageous!
With love, from us. We miss you all. Peace.


Jake said...

How the hell did you get that picture of my butt?!? That website is PASSWORD PROTECTED!!!

Eric said...

Pictures of butts AND people putting tubular objects in their mouths? When did this site get taken over by the porn film industry?

And don't tell me "Lord of the Rings" is not a porn movie name. Please...

Peong said...

You can't even pretend baby g has that much bottom. :-P

Skippy said...

I can't believe I suddenly want a corn dog.


Oooh! How exciting-- the return home, and the idle jobs 'till then!

Food court busser? Thats quite the resume booster. I love it!

Baby G & Dizzle said...

Jake, if I've told you once, I've told you a hundred times, you need to make your password something OTHER than "password".

Eric, they offered us a VHS copy of "Short Circuit 2" and a packet of Big League Chew to take over our blog. You like the new content, yeah?

Peong, it would've been funnier to claim it was mine, yeah? But I'm too white! Damn it! Hey, been reading your blog - how was Paris?

Skippy, food-court busser. I swear to God. It was THAT JOB that made me realize I can do anything. :)