Friday, 28 November 2008
Time it eases heartache,
the memories always remain,
Of smiles , fun and laughter
and playing in the rain.
I still feel your arms around me,
a place where I was free
to be just a little girl
who sat upon your knee.
Thirty three years ago you left me,
You were lying so quiet and still,
when Grandad kissed your lifeless cheek
I prayed with all my will.
Gone from mortal life,
I waited for your return,
but Dad you never came home again,
the years, they slowly moved on.
In the darkest of my hours,
in desperate times of need,
I remember being that little girl
who sat upon your knee.
I still miss you Dad x
Baby M...I never got to say goodbye but you are with me always.
Sunday, 16 November 2008
Thursday, 13 November 2008
Sniffling away, face in a handful of tissues, I decided to have a go at the honey, lemon and tea drink. Ugh that has to be the most terrible thing to drink but I had two cups of it....no going back I give up on that one. I think I will stick to sleep, echinachea and vitamins, fruit juice and water, this is so bad I can't even have a ciggie and nothing normally stops me from doing that, my ribs and stomach hurt when I move...put me out to pasture with Jack the donkey.
Not much to write about, I see a whine from a group the a new law passed here in Australia will mean women who wrongfully collected child support from men have to pay it back. So they should , if you accuse/blame someone and you have collected monetary gain from that, then pay it back. I can't even recall what exact group but did see one woman say it would place unnecessary strain on the woman and the children! Stiff, too bad, pay it back!!
The price of taxi cabs here is ridiculous, $44 return, (my car still off road) Yeah good way to get fit and keep my money in my own pocket, what a rip off, might get a horse and cart.
Moving right along to our own police force... most, not all are very fair and understanding. Then you have those who think that just because they are in the force, it gives them the rights to speak to you the way they like, pass judgements on you, how do you stand up against a copper who yells in your face and says, "You wanna argue about this?" I am not afraid to make the right complaint to the highest office in the land about those like that.
Then along to blackmail..do any of you know what it is like to be basically blackmailed by a government department and then they step in and take control of your life? As many times as they like, they can grind me into the dirt, I am going to come back and all the mistakes made WILL eventually see the light, they may have won the battle but not the WAR!!
Today I shouldn't be complaining, the sun is shining, the birds are out in the trees the world still continues despite my little rant and there are worse off than me but it sure helps to get it out and some little parts , do your own improvisation, imagine me yelling.
Right now, am off to use the lavendar Seignadou soap, the handmade ones from the nuns..just beautiful. Thank you Jameeca.
I'm looking for something to humor me, when I find it I will be back to share it with you all...oh before I go, someone sent me an email with an American dollar note , a picture of Obama on it and hilarious written at email heading, it was almost like a negative, all you could see was his teeth and eyes shining white, I find this NOT funny and if anyone would like to send me further stuff like that, find yourself off my list. Have a good day friends I shall be back soon :)
Tuesday, 11 November 2008
Let the children of today not be allowed to forget the sacrifices made by men and women in all wars..this is a poem previously posted on Anzac Day and I would like to share it again for this 90th anniversary of the end of World War 1...the signing of the Armistice.
The Soldier stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, you Soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
The Soldier squared his shoulders and said,
"No, my Lord, I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a dollar,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the Saints had often trod.
As the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you Soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
Today I sat with a group of people, chatting about anything and everything. I noticed one woman in particular liked to do most of the talking and that was fine, am happy to sit in the background and observe.
This woman Diane, was quite readily sharing how between her pension and her husbands there was a combined income of $9000 per month after taxes and bills. Wow...they must of worked hard and built a great retirement fund and kudos to them for that.
Various hobbies were brought up, fishing, gardening but the favorite of both was to head off to the casino and gamble. Well they worked hard and it's their money so why not if no one gets hurt.
What really made my ears prick up was when Diane started to whine about how her man had ordered home delivered chinese take out for her after a long day and she would stop doing things for him, as in her opinion he sat in his recliner too much. This all from a woman who admitted she would take out $300 from his wallet and leave him with $100...liked to use his money as well as her own to gamble away...but wait he wasn't allowed to do so, and when he did, Diane says it annoyed her.
My point to all this is, where do women like Diane get off thinking that it is acceptable to whine and bitch about your man, in front of anyone. I felt sorry for the husband. Why is it that women feel it is funny to ridicule their partner to others, complain incessantly...where is the respect?
Poor hubby may not be perfect but hell if I was a man and had a woman who thought it was her god given right to have it all, who took most of the money and laughed, then had a hissy fit because he ordered her chinese take out...complained if monies was spent doing same thing she did then I'd get rid of her real quick.
I know I am old fashioned in a lot of the ways I think but would rather old fashioned values than rudeness and sheer disrespect.
Friday, 7 November 2008
I stole this meme from Jams over at The Poor Mouth and thought why not..
Four jobs I have had:
1: Fruit packer and sorter
2: Industrial cleaner
3: Aged care
4: Customer Service at Kebab shop
Four films I can watch over and over:
1: The Green Mile
2: The Fifth Element
3: Any Austin Powers movie
4: Silence of the Lambs
Four places I have lived:
3: Mount Isa
Four tv shows I love:
1: The news
2: The NRL Footy Show
3: The Great Outdoors
4: A Current Affair
Four places I've been on holiday:
none to write about
Four of my favourite meals:
1: Fish and seafood
3: Steak and vegetables
4: Chicken Kebabs
Four websites I visit daily:
Most of my links I visit, more than 4.
Four places I'd like to be right now:
1: On a southern farm
2: Macchu Pichu
3: Any beach
4: Having tea with the Dalai Lama
Four bloggers I tag:
Any who wish to do so.
Firstly I would like to thank the well wishes and patience of fellow readers. Then, most importantly I would like to thank Pam over at Life On A Southern Farm. Today in the mail a parcel arrived from Pam filled with lots of goodies, a gorgeous framed photo of Jack with another photo of him, a bag of various items from a Georgia farm...an arrowhead, a piece of pottery, an old button, stone and a guinea feather. In this parcel was also PeeWee Dog. He has been lovingly hand crafted by Pam and will be adopted by my daughter Holly. Pam, you do such a wonderful job with your needlework and if I could be half as good then my sewing would be great. Although the larger percentage of you are thousands upon thousands of miles away, the kind thoughts and well wishes mean more to me at this point in time than any of you may imagine. I expect nothing in life but friendship and what I received today is more valuable than any riches of gold or money and will be treasured for ever. In the darkest of moments, when the hill is too big to climb and faced with insurmountable odds, facing the mother of all fights and a fight I plan to win....it is the caring of people like Pam and you all that are the difference to another day. Thank you all and Pam, may you always be blessed for the good lady you are .