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Showing posts with label Courting the press. Show all posts
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Thursday, October 16, 2008

Break in transmission

Um, I can't get my camera to work. Damn! I have photos of the bunny rabbits WITH heads on. Hopefully it'll be fully functional tomorrow.

It was another booming day in the shop. God I'm having such fun there. I am a little worried that I will come out of four weeks of full-time work with NO money though... I want to buy everything in the shop myself. Every single thing. Actually, funny story, a woman was in the shop looking for a gift for a newborn and I was showing her different options. After about 5 minutes of showing her absolutely every single thing (she was hard to please), she looked at me and said 'you're very excited about this'. Hahahaha! Yes, I am very excited by super cute teeny tiny baby things. Thanks for noticing. Now buy something very expensive and really make my day.

Talking of exciting things, follow this link to see my darling partner Jules on telly this morning. He's the one in the black t-shirt printed with what could be mistaken for green breasts, but what is actually two wine glasses.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Snausages; so much tastier than sausages.

 

My darling Jules has a column on food and wine in this month's issue of NZ TODAY. I even got a mention as the photographer!

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Why yes, I will sign that for you.

Thank-you, thank-you, thanks, ok, really, that's enough now.

Jules, Remy and I are enjoying our 15 seconds of fame after having a photo opportunity with the Prime Minister and Deputy Prime Minister to celebrate the 500,000th person joining KiwiSaver.

It was on the telly (apparently - we haven't seen it because we don't have TV but we're hoping the gramps have taped it for us), and here is an article I was emailed by Steph from Lovestitches. I cannot get over the number of mistakes in it. For starters, my surname is Rose and Remy's not even 8 months old yet, and don't even get me started on the complete lack of fawning over Remy's cuteness.

Here's a Scoop article with photos; I was obviously so smitten with Helen Clark that I couldn't bring myself to smile at Scoop's photographer.

It was a big day for the little guy. He went to sleep at the award-winningly early time of 5pm and he's still out for the count. Thanks Labour!