Saturday, September 30, 2006

Aussie rules


Eagles hold on in thriller

WEST Coast Eagles have won the AFL grand final by just one point over Sydney Swans after a frantic, pulsating final quarter at a packed MCG.

Friday, September 29, 2006

PNG Singsing

PNG celebrate their 50th Singsing in spectacular colour. More images here.....


Go the Swans

Silly Question

Enter the Twilight de doo doooo.....weird!

Thursday, September 28, 2006

When drops meet....

Drops on leaves

After the rain....

The first of our Spring Storms, bring it on, and send it down Huey!

Burning leaves, woo hoo.

Brisbane Stormy Sky

27th Sept. 2006 Lovely picture of Brisbane skyline with a silvery glow cast over the City it just before the storm hit.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Lightning strikes for hailstorm this arvo

Maleny and the Sunshine Coast are copping it right now

Brisbane Sky 26th Sept. 3.15pm

with bursts of 3 minutes of Long bellowing Thunder over Salisbury and Archerfield

Yikes!! Lori's first Brisbane hailst orm.


Lining them up... one, two, three

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Thanks Tim (Tum, Kiwi!, ha!) that was good fun.

Choosing a path to follow


Upside down? Easy as...

Indoor rock climbing, how hard can it be?

Monday, September 25, 2006

Time to rush to the airport, cheers mate, it's been great fun! :)

Looks good enough to eat!

I cook an asparagus and mushroom quiche, whilst my lovely Pattycam Watchers chat and play in the kitchen. All good.

I quickly get Bear to help set up the spare laptop, with internet connection, so Johnno can also join in the TagBoard chats.

Lori chats to her own family in the States.....

Lori joins us for an animated chat, both online, and in the kitchen. Woot!

Johnno arrives first, time for a quick photo

Answer to Weekend What-is-it, a golf ball!
Father Murphy walks into a pub in Donegal, and says to the first man he meets, "Do you want to go to heaven?" The man said, "I do Father."
The priest said, "Then stand over there against the wall." Then the priest asked the second man, "Do you want to go to heaven?"
"Certainly, Father," was the man's reply. "Then stand over there against the wall," said the priest. Then Father Murphy walked up to O'Toole and said, "Do you want to go to heaven?"
'Toole said, "No, I don't Father.The priest said, "I don't believe this. You mean to tell me that when you die you don't want to go to heaven?" O'Toole said, "Oh, when I die, yes.
I thought you were getting a group together to go right now."

Sunday, September 24, 2006


looks like the fire sesson in on us once again *sigh* I do hope we all take care.

THREE homes have been destroyed at Thirlmere, near Picton south-west of Sydney, as winds of up to 100 kph fanned a bushfire which marked an early start to the bushfire season.

Several fires burned in New South Wales throughout the day as temperatures soared above 30 degrees. The outbreaks followed the driest August since records began in 1900, sparking an early start to the bushfire season.
A spokesman for the Rural Fire Service said that three homes had been razed in Thirlmere.

"We do have a fire that's moving very fast through that area being fanned by these winds, in some cases up to 90, 100 kph," spokesman Cameron Wade told Sky TV.

Friday What-is-it

What-is-it? An easy one for you today.

Friday, September 22, 2006

Winds spark rogue 19.5m wave off Tassie
Friday Sep 22 16:32 AEST

Gale force winds have produced a massive 19.5-metre wave off the coast of Tasmania, according to surf forecasters.
The rogue wave was recorded about 9am (AEST) on Thursday and is believed to be one of the largest ever measured in Australia, forecasters say.
Swellnet website forecaster Ben Matson said a waverider buoy located 10 kilometres from Cape Sorell, on Tasmania's west coast, recorded a wave peaking at a height of 19.5 metres (64 foot) as westerly winds crossed the coastline.
"Large swells are common in the Southern Ocean at this time of year but wave heights of this magnitude are extremely rare."
Mr Matson said waves of that size had the potential to cause significant damage to ships and had been known to "send oil tankers to the bottom of the ocean" in other parts of the world.
Forecasters were currently examining old data but Mr Matson said the wave could be the largest ever measured in the country.


Doctor ,Doctor

Dr. Jones goes to the retirement home for his monthly rounds. He sees Joe and asks him, "Joe, how much is three times three?" Joe responds "59." He goes over to Tom and asks, "Tom, how much is three times three?" Tom responds, "Wednesday." He finally goes over to John and asks, "John, how much is three times three?" "NINE" replies John. "That's right how did you come to that answer?" "It was easy...I just subtracted 59 from Wednesday!"

A woman in her 90's is distraught after the death of her warm, caring, faithful husband of seventy years. She can't live without him and decides that the best way to do herself in is to stab herself in her pitifully broken heart. Still, she doesn't want to linger so she calls a doctor to find out exactly where the heart is.

He tells her to put her first two fingers together, hold them horizontally and place the tip of the first finger just below her left nipple. The heart, he says, is immediately below the first knuckle on her second finger.

Later that day, the doctor is called to the emergency room to put fourteen stitches in the elderly woman's left thigh.

Patient: Doctor, what should I do if my temperature goes up a point or more?

Doctor: Sell!

Patient: My hair keeps falling out. What can you give me to keep it in?

Doctor: A shoebox.


Thursday, September 21, 2006

9.58am The Australia Zoo staff prepare Steve's beaten-up 4WD for a final journey, loading up gear and forming a guard of honour. The car is driven off through the khaki-clad figures as the crowd clap, cheer and cry. Children throughout the crowd are showing their sadness and confusion at the loss of one of their heroes.

9.52am David Wenham recites a poem by Rupert McCall, "The crocodiles are crying". Includes the lines "We cringed at times - Yes he was a lunatic - may the spotlight shine forever on conservation."

9.50am The rapid-fire speeches are interrupted by a parade of Irwin's elephants. They are fed by a smiling Bindi, Bob, and Terri.

9.46am Crowd goes wild as daughter Bindi approaches the stage. "My Daddy was my hero. He was always there when I needed him . . . We swum together, caught crocodiles together and enjoyed the bush together. When I see a crocodile I will think of him." Her voice is controlled and distinct.

9.45am Environment minister Ian Campbell speaks. "In changing the way we think, he has changed the way we act. The world is a much better place for Steve's all-too-brief stay."

9.39am The video presence continues with tributes from Discovery Channel chief Clark Bunting. Bob Irwin, Steve's father, addresses the crowd: "Please don't grieve for Steve. He's at peace now. But I'd like you to grieve for the animals. They've lost the best friend they ever had, and so have I."

9.35am MC Wiggle Anthony Fields clutches a koala, followed by a clap-along version of "Give Me a Home Among the Gum Trees". The atmosphere is steadily becoming more "Steve" as the crowd unwinds.

9.30am - The Crocoseum is heating up under the Queensland sun. Producer John Stainton pays tribute to his colleague and friend as videos of the legend play out. "You could always rely on Steve to get the best shots." Bindi, Bob, and Terri Irwin look on with an empty seat next to them.

9.27am - The Gubbi Gubbi aboriginal people are paying their respects. Eve Fesl gives a traditional farewell in their language.

9.22am - A tribute to Irwin's scientific and environmental achievements. Irwin was involved in tracking experiments for giant salt-water crocs that travelled hundreds of kms out to sea.

9.20am - Another musical interlude here with Daniel McGahan singing in khaki, favourite colour of the Crocodile Hunter. "Crikey" figures in the lyrics.

9.15am - Australia Zoo director Wes Mannion pays emotional tribute to his greatest friend. "I will never forget his beaming smile . . . he made me believe I could do anything. He was a true natural . . . he saved my life . . . I'll miss you mate."

9.10am - John Williamson has sung his tribute True Blue.

9.05am - Prime Minister John Howard begins proceedings with a short speech. "He had that quality of being genuine and authentic, of being unconditional in his enthusiasm . . . there are 20 million pairs of Australian arms reaching out to embrace you this morning."

"He brought to Australians and the world an understanding of nature ... he taught our children in particular to love all creatures great and small." The PM emphasises his love of family and country.

9.03am - "As humble as you are, I know you would be pleased to know the whole world is grieving." With those words, Russell Crowe assured Steve Irwin in a televised cross that he would be remembered.

8.55am - The Sunshine Coast has put on a magnificent day to say goodbye to one of its best-known sons, the Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin.

8.45am - Queensland Peter Beattie has joined the thousands of people arriving at Australia Zoo to honour the Crocodile Hunter.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

My new shirt, says it all! *Photography *Events *Dvd's

Pauls haircut!

My trip

It all started on Saturday the 9th when I had my gallbladder taken out. The procedure went well and they let me go home on Monday the 11th and I felt great. My first laparoscopic surgery! Just four little incisions and that was it.

The week went smoothly and the pain was quite minimal. Saturday night I was supposed to go photograph a musical group perform at a local coffee house. I had to cancel out because I was not feeling well. I had noticed a little blood coming out. By 9 or 10 that night, more blood was evident. A dark brownish red, but blood just the same.

I put in a call to one of the residents at the hospital and she called me back and said not to be too alarmed unless the blood turned to bright red. "Give us a call if the situation changes" she said.

I stayed up late, surfed the net, listened to music and then went to bed. Still seeing blood but it was still dark.

By the time I woke up on Sunday, I was only able to relieve myself at the toilet before having to lay down on the bathroom floor. Still dark red blood, so I figured it must be something else. I could not sit or get up with out extreme shortness of breath, so I just kept laying on the floor. That is all I could do. I tried getting up a couple of times but could only move a little before laying back down to rest for a bit longer.

Several hours later, it was obvious the situation was not improving. I assured my wife Tandy that all would be well soon. She brought me some soda pop, water and a delicious bowl of fresh cantaloupe. Surely that should do the trick?

I began to ponder the alternatives. Maybe it would not be that bad to have the fire department show up in front of my house. Sometimes they will come without the siren if you ask. Tandy called the resident at the hospital who assessed the situation and said to call the emergency number.

Four minutes after making the call I heard the sound of airbrakes and a big truck outside, and then about a half dozen firemen in our small bathroom. I helped as best I could to let them get this net thing with handles under me so they could haul me out to the ambulance.

Good thing the fire guys were there. There were two little girls driving the ambulance, and neither one weighed more than 100 pounds. The fire guys got me loaded up and off we went. In the US they charge extra if they run the lights and the siren, so I asked for the quiet ride. I told them it had better be a pretty good show if they decided to change their mind on the way to the hospital.

It was a relaxing ride to the hospital. No lights, no sirens, just a nice Sunday afternoon ambulance ride. They even propped me up on the way so I could look out the window. Once inside the hospital, things seemed to get more serious. No problem I thought, I ought to be out of here the next day.

It turned out that my hematocrit level had dropped to 14. I’m told that it is supposed to be more like 40. They immediately arranged emergency transfusions and sent me off to the ICU. Lots of computers, tubes, lights and things that go beep in the night. That was Sunday and today is almost Wednesday. Sounds like they plan on keeping me for another day or so before I get to come home. So now it looks like things are going to be ok. They are still not sure what caused the bleed. Thanks for everyone’s thoughts and prayers.


Two Extreamist mothers are sitting in a cafe chatting over a pint of goat's milk. The older of the mothers pulls her bag out and starts flipping through photos and they start reminiscing. "This is my oldest son Mohammed. He's 24 years old now." "Yes, I remember him as a baby," says the other mother cheerfully. "He's a martyr now, though," mum confides. "Oh, so sad dear," says the other. "And this is my second son Kalid. He's 21." "Oh, I remember him," says the other happily. "He had such curly hair when he was born." "He's a martyr, too," says mum quietly. "Oh gracious me," says the other. "And this is my third son. My baby. My beautiful Ahmed. He's 18," she whispers. "Yes," says the friend enthusiastically, "I remember when he first started school." " He is a martyr, also," says mum, with tears in her eyes.

After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Extreamist mother looks wistfully at the photographs and says. "They blow up so fast, don't they?"

Gary's Travels

Hi all,

Well my trip is all most over, just two days to go. The tour members have been great, most all of them are of retirement age,

Went to Little Big Horn to see where Custer's last stand was, It was cold and raining. Took pictures of the grave sites of some of the solders and surrounding terrain. Didn't see Custer's grave.

Next saw Yellowstone National Park, It was awesome, saw Old Faithful Geyser, Bubbling mud pots, hot springs, Buffalo, Elk, Black Bears and Grizzly Bear. There was no TV or Internet at the Old Faithful Inn, how primitive.

Today I saw the Grand Teton National Park and took a two hour rafting trip down the Snake River.

Tomorrow the Oregon trail and Salt Lake City. I come home Thursday.

The country side in the Mid West States is beautiful. I'm sure glad that I took this trip. I'm taking alot of pictures,

Sorry Patty, no Phoons, I have been babying my sprain foot. It is much better.

FOUR days after Steve Irwin's death, The Courier-Mail invited readers to add their own tribute to the tens of thousands pouring in from around the world. More than 2000 people took the opportunity to write their message on the back of a printed image of one of Steve's famous khaki shirts. This shirt, from two people in Caboolture, says it all.

Roughing it in the wilderness

Someone has to do it....hoo roo

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

madonna lily

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He wants to be fed

I know we should not feed the wildlife but he likes it and so do we. Posted by Picasa

Oh dear!!!!

Monday, September 18, 2006




Act naturally

Happily married

Microsoft Works

Holy war

Found missing

Resident alien

Minor Catastrophe

Affordable housing

Near miss

Great depression

Canadian army

Phone sex

United nations

Advanced BASIC

Genuine imitation

Death benefits

Airline Food

Women's rights

Good grief

Same difference

Almost exactly

Sensitive man

Government organization

Everything except

Civil War

Good kid

Sanitary landfill

Alone together

Legally drunk

Silent scream

British fashion

Living dead

Small crowd

Business ethics

Soft rock

Butt Head

Military Intelligence

Software documentation

New York culture

New classic

Sweet sorrow


"Now, then"

Synthetic natural gas

Christian Scientists

Passive aggressive

Taped live

Clearly misunderstood

Peace force

Extinct Life

Temporary tax increase

New and improved

Computer jock

Plastic glasses

Terribly pleased

Computer security

Political science

Tight slacks

Definite maybe

Pretty ugly

Twelve-ounce pound cake

Diet ice cream

Rap music

Working vacation

Exact estimate

Religious tolerance

Freezer Burn

Honest Politician

Jumbo Shrimp

Loners Club

Postal Service

'Nuther Joke

A man was just waking up from anesthesia after surgery, and his wife was sitting by his side. His eyes fluttered open and he said, "You're beautiful!"

Then he fell asleep again. His wife had never heard him say that, so she smiled and stayed by his side.

A few minutes later, his eyes fluttered open and he said, "You're cute!"

The wife said, "What happened to 'beautiful'?"

The man replied, "The drugs are wearing off."



An old man walks into a confessional. The following conversation ensues:

Man: "I am 92 years old, have a wonderful wife of 70 years, many children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren.
Yesterday, I picked up two college girls, hitchhiking. We went to a motel, where I had sex with each of them three times."

Priest: "Are you sorry for your sins?"

Man: "What sins?"

Priest: "What kind of a Catholic are you?"

Man: "I'm Jewish."

Priest: "Why are you telling me all this?"

Man: "I'm telling everybody!"

Finding out – the News

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Mum has asked me to accompany her to the doctors, to find out the news on her facial tic, and so I drive us both there, on Saturday morning. As usual, Mum tells me every move to make driving the car. “Get into this lane, turn left here, now turn right” and although I know in my head that she means well, it is annoying. I actually do know, believe it or not, even as the youngest, I actually do know! I KNOW! :)

We park outside, and walk under a giant Leopard tree, shedding its many hard seed pods, which threaten to twist my ankle as I wander beneath it. Power to the tree!

Inside the doctor’s surgery, I sit, and look. The reception room is a time machine, circa:1968, the very height of good fashion! I smirk to myself and almost expect the Tardis and Dr Who to emerge from the hallway!

Low set coffee table in the middle, built-in orange leathered bench seating on the outer area, 2 big roomy chairs in which to sit, thin, oval shaped light fittings, and a smattering of photographs and etchings to show off the doctors travels and good taste. Two etchings are an aboriginal depiction of echidnas (not such a popular art subject I wouldn’t think?) and kangaroo (Yawns, waaaay too popular). There’s a waterfall, could be in Zimbabwe, and the whole room smells faintly of doctors stuff and rising damp.

I think about how many times my father would have sat here, waiting, thinking, dreaming. He must have been here a lot!

There is only one other person in the room, an old bloke; and he sits across the room from me, speaking loudly to the receptionist.

“These young people are building on the creek banks, low set houses, on slabs, they will be sorry when it rains” he thunders. “We get 5 inches here in an hour, or at least we used to!” he claims. The receptionist nods in agreement, “Yes, and the cyclones, every year we would have a cyclone” and I am young enough to remember this too, and I also nod in agreement.

“The water rises like this!” he shouts, and holds his arms up to a 2-foot level. “They have no idea!”

I sit quietly, eyeing off the laden table of magazines, too interested in the décor of the room, and the continuing conversation to read. Normally, I love to scratch through the magazine offerings, it reflects whatever the surgery is interested in. Fly-fishing. Crotchet. Car mechanics. All good.

I am still analyzing the room’s décor when the doctor calls. “Pearl”.

I haven’t heard Mum called that for such a long time, if ever, but we dutifully trundle in to hear the news.

I sit in the corner; behind the doctor, facing mum.

She looks radiant, it’s hard to believe there is anything wrong with her. Her gray hair is shining, almost looks thick, and is sitting nicely to her right side of her head. Marvellous!

She is obviously intelligent, her bright eyes alert and inquiring. She chats to her doctor, an anonymous man of middle age (55 is the new 40) and he seems disinterested. It’s not like he has a full waiting room of patients to attend to.

Not at all.

Mum asks questions. Mini-strokes. Brain atrophy. Facial tics and enough technical medical terms to keep us Googling for a week.

Mum leans forward and says, “What now, what can we do now?”

He says cheerily, “I could give you tablets, I suppose, if you like”.

If you like? What the? As if it’s our choice?

I say, “Are there any side-effects?”

“Of yes!” he replies, chirpily.

We both wait.

“What would they be?” I prod.

“Sleepiness!” he says, almost breaking out in a grin.

I am fairly unimpressed, and I can see Mum taking it all in.

Later, I speak to her, nag her, to change doctors. If you have to extract information about your condition like this, its just not worth it mate.

We leave, our head swimming with information. Later Mum says “ Thinking it over, perhaps I should give up drinking?”

“DON’T’ BE SO BLOODY STUPID!” I rouse, gobsmacked.

Saturdays in Rockhampton…..