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The birth of my Godson

On the 4th March 2017, my bestfriend and her husband welcomed their beautiful son Noah to this world. He was born 2:09am (East Coast time) So 8:09pm (NZT) weighing 8 pounds 3 ounces and 21 inches long. He is such a gorgeous little boy and I am so happy for them!

Zoe asked me to be the Godmother which I feel so honoured! We’ve known each other since we were 7 years old. I am her Maid of Honour at her New Zealand wedding in 2018 and now the Godmother of her first born son. Although I wished I could be there so much to celebrate this wonderful time with them travelling from New Zealand to the East Coast of America is just a bit tooo far 😦

Although I am super happy for them and their new little family. A little part of me is sad. In some ways, for Zoe & I this will be the end of an era. It has just been the two of us as friends for the longest time. Same age and going through life together. It was already super hard when she met Sean and moved to America to live with him because our friendship changed from hanging out everyday to FaceTiming whenever we can. Now that she has little Noah I barely talk to her anymore, she’s busy with her little family (which i completely understand) it just sucks because we are now at such different stages of life and I know I won’t be there for ages well a few more years maybe 3-5 years so I’m worried our friendship will drift apart and she is the only friend I have who completely understands me because she knows me so well.

I suppose part of me could be feeling a little jealous of her. She has a lovely house, grear husband and he comes from a wealthy family. Theres’ no pressure on her to get a degree or work she can basically be a modern day housewife. I’m just so far off that stuff. I still live at home, Im due to finish my degree at the end of 2018 by the end of that year MAYBE ill be able to afford to move out, saving for my own home will be a nightmare in the Auckland housing market. Sooo by the time I get all that sorted I will be pushing 30 and Zoe’s kids will all be heading to the end of Primary (elementary) school.

That’s my rant over. Overall super happy for the birth of Godson. I have attached some cute photos as well, and excited for my bestie entering this chapter of life and I wish her all the best! Just wish we could be doing it together like we talked about from the age of 7

Love, Valentine's Day

A not-so Happy Valentines Day

As most of the world was aware it was recently Valentines Day on February 14th and while I know this is just some silly Hallmark holiday to get people to spend stupid amounts of money on unnecessary gifts like flowers, chocolates & teddy bears along with expensive dates just to say “i love you” to their significant other.

Although I think Valentines Day is a waste of money, there’s something special I love about the day. I think sometimes we forget to show how much we love our other half or even just our friends & family and it’s nice to take a part out of our busy lives and go on a date or buy a small token just to put a smile on someone’s face.

So here’s my 2017 Valentines Day story, and buckle in because this story just goes from bad…to worse 😦

I’ve been with my partner Samuel for almost 5 years now, and while i’ve known since the beginning of our relationship he isn’t the most romantic guy. I know him so well by now I just know that the thought never really crosses his mind to be romantic. There have been occasions when he has done something super cute like I’ve had a horrible day at work and called him crying and I’ve come home to find him with a Pandora bag and some flowers to cheer me up. Or when I had a massive fight with my mum (again I called him crying) and came home to chocolates and teddy bear, he can really surprise me.
I suppose I was just hoping that after almost 5 years and 4 pretty average or crap Valentines Days before this he might have stepped up his game and done something a little romantic…. I was wrong..

So it was Tuesday, I was at work and I saw all the girls at work getting flowers delivered and receiving sweet messages from their loved ones and I did start to get a little jealous… and in no way did I start to wish I had their boyfriends I just LOVE surprises and I love sweet little gifts so this holiday is right up my alley. I knew he wouldn’t think to get flowers to my work and I was cool with it. I finished work around 1pm and decided this year that instead of me expecting a gift… I was going to spoil him!!

I was soooo excited! I raced out of work, picked up my friend Brya and headed to the mall to start hunting for a perfect gift, Sam isn’t the easiest guy to buy for so i decided on a gift basket of all this favourite things. This included:

  • A pair of Batman underwear (LOVES Batman :P)
  • 2 bags of BBQ Doritos
  • 2 big cans of Red Bull
  • Some smelly men’s products like body wash and deodorant (I had a Kmart voucher expiring that I needed to spend)
  • A traditional bone necklace (It’s a native New Zealand Maori thing, he had a green stone and lost it so I thought a bone one would look cool)

I put it all together in a basket and couldn’t wait to give it to him!

So 5:30pm came around and I picked it up from work, I hid the basket in the back seat of my car under some stuff so he wouldn’t see. As we were driving along home we were lightly teasing each other and taking the mickey out of each other as we usually do when I shoved my foot in my mouth saying “This is the worst Valentines day since our first one”

To shed some light on our first Valentines day 4 years ago he didn’t plan anything and I thought he was going too (only had been dating 8 months) and he felt so guilty when he saw the look on my face when he didn’t even get me a card and I had a gift for him

Anyway back to the story, after my fail of a comment which came out completely wrong and was totally insensitive, to be expected I put him in a very sour mood. Sam hardly spoke to me the rest of the car ride home and I was stressing about how to cheer him up and get our Valentines Day back on track. After about 10 minutes of silence he finally told me he had calmed down and was ready to talk. He proceeded to tell me he wanted to spend the night alone and he thought I was ungrateful, selfish, rude just to name a few. Of course my heart completely broke. I was devastated he thought that of me and pretty fucking angry!! It’s been almost 5 years and through everything I have always had his back and put his needs above my own and he KNOWS that so HOW DARE HE think i’m being ungrateful just because I made one little joke that went the wrong way..

To say the least things escalated quickly…..

Being the emotional person I am I burst into tears and was completely crushed by these harsh words coming from him, right there and then I was considering ending our relationship (just being over-dramatic of course) but this man is supposed to love me and should know me well enough to know i’m not an evil bitch as he was portraying me to be.

I pulled the car over on a side street, tears streaming down my face. I then asked if I could speak now and he agreed, I reached behind him, grabbed the gift basket with the card and put it on his lap and proceeded to ugly-girl cry. Sam looked and felt devastated. He didn’t say much he just said I need to go for a walk and got out of the car and told me he would be back soon, I watched him from the back window he didn’t go far he just sat on the foot path a few meters from the car. I called his cell telling him he could walk but to please stay close, we chatted on the phone and I began to apologize for what I said and I was sorry he felt those things about me. He came back to the car and told me he had to walk away because he didn’t want me to see him cry. I knew he felt like shit.

I felt so bad because I ruined our Valentines Day, instead of him feeling so happy about the surprise present I got him, he felt guilty and awful that he had ripped into me but he also did not have anything to present me with. We chatted for another 10 minutes or so and then decided to continue our drive home.

Once we got home I didn’t feel like doing anything, my eyes were puffy, I couldn’t stop sniffling and I was tired from the crying…and the emotional roller coaster.

After about an hour of being home we decided to try and salvage what was left of the night and go to the movies. We decided to watch Patriots Day. HORRIBLE IDEA. As if we weren’t feeling lousy enough we went and cried through a movie about the awful 2013 Boston Marathon bombings.

Side note: Patriots Day is a really good film and I would recommend it! But don’t see it on a day that’s supposed to be a happy occasion.

So there you have it. The Emma & Sam 2017 Valentine’s Day fail. There’s probably worst stories or if you think you have something that could top it feel free to leave a comment. I hope the rest of you readers had a really great day!

Thanks for reading my rant 🙂

(P.S Featured image was taken years ago not actually on V-Day haha)


Introducing Emma over the last 23 years

Kia ora Readers (Kia ora is a Maori greeting for welcome/hello, Maori being the national language of New Zealand) 

For those of you reading or if anyone is. My name is Emma Kate Steiner. I’m 23 years old and born and raised in New Zealand!

I am one of 4 children (4 girls specifically -_-) I have an older sister Charlotte who is 25. She is currently dating Gareth who is 23 and they have been together for like almost 3 years, Charlotte works for bank in merchant services & Gareth is some kind of Business Analyst . Then we have my younger sister Holly who is 21, shes been with her girlfriend Becca for around 1 year.She is a full time Uni student and part time Hostesses at the a restaurant where Becca is the duty manager and also studies. Then my youngest sister Sonja who is 19 she is currently living in England on a gap year with her boyfriend James.

And well as for my mum. She was married to my dad for 10 years and that didn’t work out well to say the least. So she’s been solo-mothering for over 20 years , Go MAMA!

Dad lives in the country a dinky little town call Morrinsville (if you blink, you miss it!) with my Step-mum Gill.

Soo thats basically my family in a Nutshell. Grew up in Auckland with my mum & 3 sisters in a great little neighbourhood where I met my bestfriend Zoe, went to school and had all my big childhood milestones.

So lets tick off some milestones and when they happened:

Well the milestones I can remember anyway

  1. Toilet training….finally got the hang of it by the age of 4. Some of us are late bloomers
  2. First friend: Aged 3, Kindy, Bianca Paine – not friends anymore but the friendship lastest 10 years which I feel is impressive for starting at 3
  3. First friend fight: 10 years old, intermediate. I called my friends sluts (please note I didn’t actually know the meaning of the word slut…)
  4. First time getting drunk: 18th Birthday party… for the record I hate drinking
  5. First time getting high: 16, giggled waaay too much
  6. Virginity: 18, probably should have waited till I fell in love but mistakes were made thats for sure.
  7. First love: 19, with my current partner Sam

Thats basically the key points over the last 20 years. I’ve lived a relativity normal life I suppose. Theres been massive ups & downs like everyone else’s i suppose, well not exactly the same but I’ve had my fair share of blesssings and my fair share of shit.

So continue to read on if you dare.. 🙂