Sunday, December 09, 2012
I'm passing this on because it worked for me today..
To reach inner peace we should always finish things we start, and
we all could use more calm in our lives during the hectic Holiday season.
I looked around my house to find things I'd started and hadn't finished, so I finished off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of Chardonnay, a bodle of Baileys, a butle of wum, tha mainder of Valiuminun scriptins, an a box a chocletz.
Yu haf no idr how fablus I feel rite now. Sned this to all who need inner piss.
An telum u luvum.
Friday, November 23, 2012
Monday, February 28, 2011
Talk about the seven plagues, I think I’m in the middle of the medical version of the biblical event.
Don’t ask me where I picked it up but I’ve managed to get the “Gastroenteritis from Hell”.
Tuesday and Wednesday headaches that would cripple a horse.
Thursday and Friday well let’s just say I could have given Linda Blair from The Exorcist a run for her money.
Saturday and Sunday you’ve heard of “loose lips”? well without going into any gory detail I had the loose and not from the lips.
Monday and by the looks of Tuesday, gripe, gripe, gripe, the pains are marching!!!!
I have lost all interest in food, a monumental first for me and I have come to know the bathroom as my second home.
I’m trying to soldier on and Spark away but sitting at the computer I’m reminded of a frog on a hotplate, jiggling all over the place.
I’m trying hard to keep a sense of humour about the whole thing but it “aint easy, so to all my friends here who have sent me goodies and heartfelt good wishes, I have not forgotten any of you. As soon as my tuckus can sit for more than 10 minutes at a time, I’ll be sending goodies galore.
I say goodbye as I run (with alacrity) to the said bathroom and in MacArthur’s words “I WILL RETURN!!”
Sunday, February 07, 2010
I've been thinking of doing this blog for months and today, on the anniversary of the Black Saturday fires I've tried for hours to make a start.
Just where do you start to describe an absolutely horrifying disaster. There have been many this decade, I can only describe the one I was involved in.
I can't describe blow by blow what happened suffice to say that at 5.00pm we were outside doing nothing in particular and by 6.30pm the sky had turned black, the fire was on its way and we had finally evacuated to Yea showgrounds.
The first night was spent on the nature strip across from the Fire station. Still in shock with my family and animals in tow, I remember people looking lost, some screaming for sights seen or from not knowing what had happened.
We spent 4 nights sleeping either in the front or back seat of the cars or on the trailer, dirty, tired, fearful and desperate for news of what had happened to Flowerdale. I had heard conflicting reports, one moment all of Forest Road had burnt the next only one house survived. Depending on donated food and clothes we started to think that the evac centre was where we'd spend the next few weeks at the very least.
Seven days had passed until we had learned that our house had survived and as soon as we could get things together we set off home. It was heartbreaking to come home to what was always paradise and see so many houses and so much bush decimated. We spent the next 2 weeks on generator power before the power could be connected. The work started then to get our place back to paradise and is still going on, I hope the photos give some idea of how much things changed over the last 12 months.
just after the fire looking up to a neighbours house
during our very wet winter
along the creekbed
but to show that things do grow and can be improved upon here are some shots of some of my gardens that have been put in over the past couple of months.
So as I finish this difficult blog I say goodbye to the friends that I lost on that day.
Raye Carter who died trying to save her beloved dairy goats, she was a wonderful friend for many years who gave us unlimited help when we were breeding our dairy goats.
Donnie, Helen, Donnie Jnr and Cherie Lee Walker, our Saturday nights at the Flowerdale Pub were some of the friendliest and fun nights we had.
Bob Harrup, my next door neighbour who succumbed to smoke inhalation and died later at the Flowerdale Pub. A gracious gentleman who I will miss seeing pottering around in his garden.
And to Nigel (a neighbour up the road) and Troy another neighbour who kept an eye on the evacuated houses in case looters came around I give big hugs.
And finally my Sparkfriends who have kept me laughing and given me great support during this time. I love you all
Monday, December 01, 2008
OK Hands up all who started to sing "Hey now, hey now"?
Well now that I've got your attention, I've been long gone from the blog front, but I'm back (at least for a moment) with news of my couple of days off.
Big deal you say? probably but as a carer I don't get too many days just for myself and this time I got to catch up with a few old friends.
I've known Elaine for about 25 years, we don't get to see each other very often now but when we do, look out!!!. We were to have a dignified lunch with a few other ladies, but you know what they say about well laid plans!! I was walking up to the Art gallery where we were to have lunch and I noticed a couple of old girls standing around out the front waiting as I got closer (and to my horror) I found that the old girls were the ones I was going to meet and that I, by arriving, was adding to the number of old girls!!
The trouble with getting older is that on the inside I feel only 20 but the outside is creeping up there getting to the wrong side of 50. I don't notice it much at home as I see my mug in the mirror everyday, but when you see your friends that you remember when you were young and reckless, getting on in years, well it's a bit of a shock to the system.
The good thing about memories is that with a couple of drinks and a few hours of laughing, joking and just being ridiculous I was transported back to when the night never ended and we got up to things that they stick on Youtube these days.
I live by the saying "Grow old disgracefully" when they come to take me when my time is up, they better be ready for a fight, 'cos I'm not going quietly. I still check out the good looking young fellas and think about the times when I would have given them a run for their money and I thank goodness that nobody can read my mind, as I'm sure I'd shock the crap out of most people. Now people have to take me as I am, if they don't like the way I muck about well tough, I've spent enough time on this planet now to do as I please and stuff anyone who doesn't like it.
Now I don't like to have my picture taken, for some reason when they say smile, they take forever to actually snap the picture and when they do my smile has slid down my face and I look like I've got constipation. For anyone who's interested I'm the porker in black on the left of both pictures, I still wonder who that old girl is sometimes and I have to look twice when I see her in the mirror when I pass.
The only good thing (if that can be said) about these pictures is that everyone else has got old as well. Well as I close this long winded blog I raise my glass to the "Old Bags Club" and thank them all for a great day and I can't wait for the next meeting.
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