Saturday, April 29, 2006
Friday, April 28, 2006
Suggestions Please LOL
Righto all you reformed smokers what can I do with my hands whilst giving up the weed?
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Joke
Brian and Susie got into an argument and neither would admit that they were wrong.
Finally, Susie said, "Look. I'll make you a deal. I'll admit I'm wrong if you'll admit I was right."
"Fine," said Brian.
She took a deep breath and said, "I'm wrong."
Brian grinned and said, "You're right!"
Finally, Susie said, "Look. I'll make you a deal. I'll admit I'm wrong if you'll admit I was right."
"Fine," said Brian.
She took a deep breath and said, "I'm wrong."
Brian grinned and said, "You're right!"
Smoke Free Zone
Well i've decided i've had enough after 20 years of puffing, not to mention the small fortune it cost $12 a day that I spending. I start a 9 week program on an anti smoking, drug called Zioban. It slowly weans you off the stuff. I cant take before I leave because at the end of the first 2 weeks I got to see the Dr. to go onto the next stage. And I dont leave til next tuesday so there would be a week without in system
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
My own Dawn Service
I had my own private dawn service in the back garden; the night (the morning?) was too beautiful to leave on her own; the stars needed my company.
The leaves whispered hello in surprise, with the odd possum bidding me a good night.
I stood stock-still, hands behind me, neck stretched as I gazed and watched Mars above me, and tried to recall whether that was Venus or Jupiter behind her, rousing on myself and mentally noting to search the paper for rising star times, so that I know.
My cheeks felt the cool pre-dawn air, a soft wind blowing over me, we shared a special moment as the world slept and snored and hugged pillows and old dreams.
I tried to think of the men, the beautiful young Aussies, 18 years old, 19 years old, only 20 years old, imagined what they must have thought, tried to imagine what they must have felt, the scariness, the excitement, the sheer thrill of facing death in a strange land.
The Jimmies, the Johnnies, the Jacks and Alfreds, Arthurs and the Cedrics, the Georges and the Herberts, the old names unfamiliar on my tongue, the young mens faces as I watched them in my minds eye, holding their guns, looking at each other, looking after each other, the nods, the cheeky wink, the complete silence that would have roared over them as they prepared to land at Gallipoli.
Mars stares back at me.
The stars seem so crisp tonight, such a magical moment in my life. And then my mind drifts. Such a strange word - magical. It used to mean something wonderfully gorgeous and special, but became so overused in the Seventies, that it has lost all meaning now.
Looking at my gardenia bush I note that it is taking a long time to die, the yellowing leaves much more than simple autumnal dieback, it’s time for the chop, but what would I replace it with?
Hmmm.
I shake myself and remind myself in my stern mothers voice, that this is my ANZAC Day Dawn Service, and I really should not be thinking of gardening.
Focus. Concentrate.
But it’s cold, the possum has returned to growl at me, and my work must continue at the computer if I am to present a DVD to the teenagers returning from the School Formal.
Blowing a kiss to the young ANZACS, I walk inside, leaving the dawn for others to memorize.….and I really should not be thinking of gardening.
The leaves whispered hello in surprise, with the odd possum bidding me a good night.
I stood stock-still, hands behind me, neck stretched as I gazed and watched Mars above me, and tried to recall whether that was Venus or Jupiter behind her, rousing on myself and mentally noting to search the paper for rising star times, so that I know.
My cheeks felt the cool pre-dawn air, a soft wind blowing over me, we shared a special moment as the world slept and snored and hugged pillows and old dreams.
I tried to think of the men, the beautiful young Aussies, 18 years old, 19 years old, only 20 years old, imagined what they must have thought, tried to imagine what they must have felt, the scariness, the excitement, the sheer thrill of facing death in a strange land.
The Jimmies, the Johnnies, the Jacks and Alfreds, Arthurs and the Cedrics, the Georges and the Herberts, the old names unfamiliar on my tongue, the young mens faces as I watched them in my minds eye, holding their guns, looking at each other, looking after each other, the nods, the cheeky wink, the complete silence that would have roared over them as they prepared to land at Gallipoli.
Mars stares back at me.
The stars seem so crisp tonight, such a magical moment in my life. And then my mind drifts. Such a strange word - magical. It used to mean something wonderfully gorgeous and special, but became so overused in the Seventies, that it has lost all meaning now.
Looking at my gardenia bush I note that it is taking a long time to die, the yellowing leaves much more than simple autumnal dieback, it’s time for the chop, but what would I replace it with?
Hmmm.
I shake myself and remind myself in my stern mothers voice, that this is my ANZAC Day Dawn Service, and I really should not be thinking of gardening.
Focus. Concentrate.
But it’s cold, the possum has returned to growl at me, and my work must continue at the computer if I am to present a DVD to the teenagers returning from the School Formal.
Blowing a kiss to the young ANZACS, I walk inside, leaving the dawn for others to memorize.….and I really should not be thinking of gardening.
So I'm going down the Hwy...
following this bus through Beaudesert on the way to Canungra and reading the above advertisment on the back of the bus. Yeah Yeah I know bigpond is a dirty word with some, but I was mezmorized, now I can have my cake and eat it as well. Watch TV and be on the Net at the same time. What more creature comforts does a man need, except I need to put a bar fridge in my room and I wont have to leave the comfort of my chair.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Monday, April 24, 2006
Darwin prepares for category five Monica
Cyclone Monica has forced the cancellation of Darwin's Anzac Day dawn service and march.
The maximum strength, category five cyclone is about 550km east, north-east of Darwin and should reach Arnhem Land's west coast later today.
Monica, which has winds of up to 350kph at its core, is expected to reach Darwin and the Tiwi Islands by Tuesday.
The cyclone has prompted the Darwin RSL to announce that the Anzac Day dawn service will be cancelled along with the 10am (AEST) march through Darwin's main streets.
"We made the decision because we didn't want to damage some of the old war equipment we use in the march and obviously we need to protect the people as well," he said.
Mr Shaw said the decision was not made lightly.
"It's Australia's biggest day and we have to cancel it, so people are very upset," Mr Shaw said.
Cyclone Monica is moving in a north-westerly direction at 15kph and Darwin residents have been urged to secure their homes and stock up on essential supplies.
"We're hoping as it hits the land it will lose some intensity, but there's no doubt a serious cyclone is on the way," said the Bureau of Meteorology's Andrew Tupper.
"Strong wind gusts are expected at Darwin by tomorrow morning and the cyclone is not showing any signs of weakening."
The maximum strength, category five cyclone is about 550km east, north-east of Darwin and should reach Arnhem Land's west coast later today.
Monica, which has winds of up to 350kph at its core, is expected to reach Darwin and the Tiwi Islands by Tuesday.
The cyclone has prompted the Darwin RSL to announce that the Anzac Day dawn service will be cancelled along with the 10am (AEST) march through Darwin's main streets.
"We made the decision because we didn't want to damage some of the old war equipment we use in the march and obviously we need to protect the people as well," he said.
Mr Shaw said the decision was not made lightly.
"It's Australia's biggest day and we have to cancel it, so people are very upset," Mr Shaw said.
Cyclone Monica is moving in a north-westerly direction at 15kph and Darwin residents have been urged to secure their homes and stock up on essential supplies.
"We're hoping as it hits the land it will lose some intensity, but there's no doubt a serious cyclone is on the way," said the Bureau of Meteorology's Andrew Tupper.
"Strong wind gusts are expected at Darwin by tomorrow morning and the cyclone is not showing any signs of weakening."
The Older you get....The Funnier these are
now I know some of you are too young to think like this, but they are funny just the same,
I was thinking about how a status symbol of today is those cell phones that everyone has clipped on. I can't afford one. So, I'm wearing my garage door opener.
You know, I spent a fortune on deodorant before I realized that people didn't like me anyway.
I was thinking that women should put pictures of missing husbands on beer cans!
I was thinking about old age and decided that it is 'when you still have something on the ball, but you are just too tired to bounce it.'
I thought about making a fitness movie, for folks my age, and call it Pumping Rust."
I have gotten that dreaded furniture disease. That's when your chest is falling into your drawers!
I know, when people see a cat's litter box, they always say, "Oh, have you got a cat?" Just once I want to say, "No, it's for company!"
Employment application blanks always ask 'who is to be notified in case of an emergency.' I think you should write, "A Good Doctor!"
Why do they put pictures of criminals up in the Post Office? What are we supposed to do -- write to these men? Why don't they just put their pictures on the postage stamps so the mailmen could look for them while they deliver the mail?
I was thinking about how people seem to read the Bible a whole lot more as they get older. Then, it dawned on me, they were cramming for their finals. As for me, I'm just hoping God grades on the curve.
I was thinking about how a status symbol of today is those cell phones that everyone has clipped on. I can't afford one. So, I'm wearing my garage door opener.
You know, I spent a fortune on deodorant before I realized that people didn't like me anyway.
I was thinking that women should put pictures of missing husbands on beer cans!
I was thinking about old age and decided that it is 'when you still have something on the ball, but you are just too tired to bounce it.'
I thought about making a fitness movie, for folks my age, and call it Pumping Rust."
I have gotten that dreaded furniture disease. That's when your chest is falling into your drawers!
I know, when people see a cat's litter box, they always say, "Oh, have you got a cat?" Just once I want to say, "No, it's for company!"
Employment application blanks always ask 'who is to be notified in case of an emergency.' I think you should write, "A Good Doctor!"
Why do they put pictures of criminals up in the Post Office? What are we supposed to do -- write to these men? Why don't they just put their pictures on the postage stamps so the mailmen could look for them while they deliver the mail?
I was thinking about how people seem to read the Bible a whole lot more as they get older. Then, it dawned on me, they were cramming for their finals. As for me, I'm just hoping God grades on the curve.
Sunday, April 23, 2006
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