Bea

About our blogger: Bea

I'm not a mum, but I'd like to be. I work full-time as a contractor to a young and rapidly growing business in New Zealand. I'm married to a rock-loving, technology savvy, crazy-hot stud. You may consider that to be a biased opinion but they are my facts. I'm working out how to have the family I want, maintain a career, and stay at home doing it all.

I'm not from New Zealand originally and as a result  every-time I experience something new, be it medically, financially, in the workplace or at home, I have to learn the process from the basics to mastery in just a few steps. It can be frustrating, so maybe you can help (the drugs help too).

I'm 35, fairly well educated (degree and diploma on hand) and with some varying life experiences that have shaped me to the lady (ha!) I am today. Education, as we now know, does not mean you're smart. It just means you can tell a teacher what they want to hear. Still, those certificates sure do look pretty on the wall.

Visit Bea @ http://bea.typepad.com

Posts by Bea:

November 4th, 2009

Business Launch! Eventually, anyway. (Life List: An update)

Remember when I was all brave and courageous and starting a business ? I was so sure that November 1st was going to be launch date, it was all going so well! I have products, logos, a business plan, and a web developer just ready to go as soon as I press ’start’.

Only, I’ve got a little hiccup.

You see, these products and logos and web developers cost money. And while I could get away with a little bit of credit and some smaller orders for product, and roped my very talented sister-in-law to do the logos, the web developer needs considerably more money than my bank balance allows.

This was ok when it looked like I was going to Read the rest of this entry »

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November 4th, 2009

I don’t know how i ever found the time to work: unemployment is exhausting, you all.

Things I have done this week that I could not do last week:

1. Went to a 5:30pm showing of Julie and Julia by myself, had a glass of wine.

2. Had a nap at 2:00pm in the afternoon.

3. Went to a 3:00pm showing of Coco Avant Chanel, with a friend, had a glass of wine.

4. Read Seth Godin’s Purple Cow, in one sitting.

5. Worked HARD on Read the rest of this entry »

November 4th, 2009

9 hours of Pride and Prejudice and this is what I’ve learned

Let’s call it cultural enrichment, and ignore the part where I was in bed for 8 hours of the 9. I’ve been so dedicated to the project, I’ve watched both the Keira Knightly version AND the BBC Colin Firth version.

I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to watch the films. Everybody I know raves about them, and since I love A Room With a View, you’d think PandP would be next on the list. I’ve always been a late bloomer.

In the final hours (!!) of viewing this morning, I was in my bed with coffee and toast (yes, I know how LUCKY I am) I could have sworn my mom whispered ‘I told you so’ in my ear. I mean, she obviously wasn’t Read the rest of this entry »

November 4th, 2009

I need a hero!

Not really, but the song was playing just before he turned the corner and had the finish line in sight. Do I have to tell you how proud I am? 26.2 miles!

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That’s MY man in front!

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November 2nd, 2009

Swim, then run, then bike, then collapse (Life List: an update)

As some of you may be aware, number 8 on my life list is to complete an Olympic length triathlon. OLYMPIC length. Meaning, Olympians do this. And before we go any further please let me clarify that I am NOT AN OLYMPIAN.

The full race involves a 1500 meter swim, 40km bike, and 10 km ride. In the USA, this means a 1 mile swim, 25 mile bike, and a 6 mile run. Ridiculousness, I know.

The training schedule is a 12 week program which ramps up the distance and time for each of the 3 activities each week. This means that we do not get a break, we do not get a rest, and Read the rest of this entry »

October 29th, 2009

Office gossip: he’s just not into it

The end of my contract last week has launched David and I into a bit of unknown territory. For the first time in our marriage, we’re both self-employed.

This means there’s no steady pay-check, we’re both working from home and we’re churning through coffee like it’s going out of style. We’re still working through some scheduling issues, and noise can be an issue in our 80sqm home. But overall, it’s working.

Because of the industry I’ve worked in, I enjoy day-time banter. In fact, the industry depends on it. I’m talking to save the business. You’re welcome. David’s industry doesn’t get this. His conversations have a purpose and an outcome. To be fair, he’s much better at building purposeful relationships and rapport, I’m more of the type Read the rest of this entry »

October 26th, 2009

Look, it’s my last week at work and so this is as good as it gets for now

Come next week you’ll start getting sick of me. What with all the free time I’ll have on my hands and the case of tequila, I’m sure the writing will just flow.

Until then, here’s another attempt at making the best of my wardrobe. Read the rest of this entry »

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October 19th, 2009

Work-from-home closet - how do you get rid of jeans?

I’m a lazy dresser Monday-Friday, but it’s easily explained by the work uniform I’m required to wear. But I’m also lazy on weekends, and with looming work-from-home-permanently coming up, I know I can do better than jeans and a t-shirt.

Susan from Friday Playdate has an easy style I really like - it’s a little preppy, but I like that too. Ok, and I’m jealous of her hair. Check out Susan’s closet, I’d order straight from there if I could. If imitation is a form of flattery, Read the rest of this entry »

October 19th, 2009

There’s only so many life-chages a girl can make (aka no, i’m not that brave)

Before:

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Bleh. Tired, flat, boring.

After: Read the rest of this entry »

October 8th, 2009

Perspective always comes 24 hours later

Sat in a café. Sweet chai latte. Florentine.

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Sometimes these goals of mine, they can become a little overwhelming.

Evidence to the fact: me, 5 kms from home, running on a country road, crying, angry and pissed off that it’s another 5kms to get home.
The sudden realization that I am in the middle of no where, that no-one but me is to blame for me being here, and that no-one but me can get me to where I want to be. How’s that for a metaphor for life?

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