Got this from Ginro's site. Amazing stuff. Here is the height of selfishness. Some may think it is ok, I think it's madness , go read the full story and make up your own mind. It just shows, no matter if you have a degree, it does NOT necessarily make you smart. Clearly this woman is not. Advertising on the net for a sperm donor and then stating she does not want the donor to be involved in the child's life as a father. What a woman! I laughed hard at the male replies, almost falling over themselves offering to be the donor, they look like adolescent school boys and should wipe the dribble from their chins before they start dribbling elsewhere.
Off on a little jaunt around the countryside, was decided to take a few photos to share with you all. The first two are taken from the lookout , looking up the Johnstone River towards town. This is a favorite haunt for those who go parking, not that I ever did...and when I first came here the road was dirt, it was in the horse and cart days ..yes I am kidding. Now the road has been sealed and housing developments are popping up all over the place, is just up the road from the local crocodile farm where a rather large croc named Gregory lives. Click onto his name and see a short 41 second video of the huge creature who is a star attraction.
Then off we went to the beach and wasn't there for long, very hot and windy. For the little time we spent on the beach I found a tiny sea urchin with some of its spikes still attached. Jack found a large oyster shell, am glad there was no oyster inside it. I could of pretended to eat it but was found empty. Sure enough as kids will do, they was straight down to the waters edge and they discovered the remains of a barracuda, the fillets had already been removed and the carcass was all that was left.
I don't know how much detail you can see in the next photo but it is a little purple flower hanging on a vine in the rainforest which is adjacent to the beach we visited. There is plenty to do in this area, I don't think it is appreciated as much as it should be.
I was over at Crushed's site touring around blogs, followed his link to Judd Corizan's site and am joining in on the Sunday Stealing meme. I think its a great idea and interesting....
Welcome back to Sunday Stealing. Here we will steal all types of memes from every corner of the blogosphere. Our promise to you is that we will work hard to find both traditional and unique memes. You may have heard of the expression, “honor amongst thieves”. In that age-old tradition, we also have our rules. First, we always credit the blog that we stole it from and we will “fess up” to the blog owner where we stole the meme. We also provide a link to the victim's post. (It's our way of saying "Thanks!") We do sometimes edit the original meme, usually to either make it more relevant to our global players, or make it less repetitive.
My favorite age: 40, it's when I started learning there are people in the world who matter and real men do exist.
My best friend(s): My hobby farm consultant, Gina, and Rita.
My celebrity crush: Lots here, I would have to say, Patrick Swayze comes first followed by Robert Downey Jr.
My defining characteristic: My sense of what is right and wrong and ability to laugh.
My most evil moment: Having the sim card and phone locked on my ex's mobile phone when he wouldn't return it back to me. Was mine anyway.
My grossest injury: A dog bite just underneath my eye but that was when I was a wee child.
My biggest hatred: Is of Those who think they know you better than yourself
My most illegal activity: When I tried pot.
My need for justice: That those in positions of power have their power halved, that they be removed from the pedestal they put themselves on. Those who make decisions that ultimately affect us all, come down from their ivory towers and see how life is, not just cos it says something else in a text book.
My most knowledgeable field: Life in general as a mother and working with aged people who have dementia/alzheimers and those who require high care in nursing homes.
My life’s goal: To see my children healthy and happy and to dunk the hobby farm consultant.
My mother’s influence:. Not to treat my children the way she did us, and to never turn my back on them.
My nerdiest point: Loving it when I was doing work experience in the Library and also being involved in Drama plays.
My oldest memory: Going to Sunday School and then onto the movies. I recall nicking off from my older sisters and taking the ferry across the Mersey River alone at 4, and my Grandad waiting for me on the other side with a switchy stick lol.
My perfect date: On the beach at sunset with a picnic basket, just the two of us.
My unanswered question: If there is a God, surely he would not allow all the suffering we see in the world on such a grand scale, for example, the starving children of Africa.
My random fact: When you sneeze, air escapes your nostrils at 150kph
My stupidest decision: To take the advice of a solicitor which in turn caused years of heartache.
My favorite television show: The Great Outdoors
My style of underwear: Nun.....kidding
My favorite vegetable: pumpkin, but I like them all really. Variety.
My weakest trait: Allowing others to use me
My X-menpower: ..
My strongest yearning: To live life virtually hassle free and for those who intrude on my personal space without my consent, to bugger off.
My moment of Zen: I don't have one particular moment.
Ever have one of them days when everything seems to irritate you as bad as mozzies on a balmy night? When all you want to do is escape. I wanted to hang a cartoon monkey, I swear I will get to the end of that game, am now at stage 5. Something as simple as a hug would of helped and you can close your eyes and wish so hard but you know it isn't there. So to aid in the cranky pants being worn permanently, off I went and indulged in a cherry ripe and a packet of malteasers. Yes i sought solace in chocolate, which isn't so bad as chocolate is not on the menu every week. It must be a part of the ageing process, am close to ancient and I find bad manners and lack of respect intolerable. Patience is supposed to be a virtue and that runs thin at times. Now that I have had my little rant, I feel so much better and am ready to face the world, tomorrow is another day.
How sad in more ways than one when a 12 year old with the intellect of a 6 year old is presented to the courts for a termination of pregnancy. The young girl is 18 weeks pregnant and according to psychiatrists who examined her, she basically has no real idea of what is going to happen when she has the abortion and that the pregnancy poses more risks than normal, being a detriment to her mental well being. Yes children do experiment with sex, some very young..that is nothing new. A child of 12, whether they are intellectually impaired or not, has no business being pregnant in the first place. Of course it will be easy to say that the male involved should of known better or taken precautions as you could hardly expect a young girl in her position to be responsible. What is being said about the father of the unborn child is that his where abouts are somewhere in the state. Is he intellectually impaired as is the girl? Is he also not in a position to be responsible towards contraception? Is he a male who simply took advantage of the situation at hand, who knows ? A judge in the Queensland court has granted doctors the rights to administer Misoprostol which will eventually cause the expulsion of the fetus. This is one case where there can be no option other than abortion but what a hell of a situation to have in the first place.
I was over at Pam's site and went touring from there and ended up at Farm Dreams where the writer has this quiz. I had to have a go. Go on, just for fun.
You Are Clogs
You are a solid and down to earth person.
You seek – and almost always achieve – a really sound balance in your life.
You are stylish yet comfortable. Mellow but driven. Excited yet calm.
You are the perfect mesh of contradictions.
No matter what happens, you have the ability to stay well grounded in your life.
People know that they can truly depend on you.
You should live: In Europe
You should work: At a company dedicated to helping the world
Having sexual relations with a prostitute has its risks , as this unlucky bugger found out, it didn't just cost him some money from his wallet. Police found him still with a condom on, thing is, he was dead.The unlucky customer and his lady friend were so busy conducting business on a rarely used rail line that they never heard an approaching train and were subsequently ran over. As the headline in the link says, he may have been practising safe sex but not so safe a position. Their own stupidity cost them their lives , but imagine how the train driver feels.
I spotted these mini casks/flagons of red and white wine, each containing 250ml. The low cost of $2AUD each and the alcohol percentage of each is 13% ALC/VOL. I am going to use them for cooking, but I think these will attract the underage being so cheap and easy to hide.
Doing the shopping, faced with ever increasing prices. I am continually frustrated at the rising costs of items that are essential to the household. Come on, who likes to pay $4.09 AUD for 9 rolls of toilet paper, soon we will be all heading out bush and using leaves. I was fortunate to find bread that had been marked down to a dollar per loaf, normally sells for over 3 dollars. In a period of 7 days, the most I have spent would be close to $460 AUD, the least $190 AUD. Everyday expenses of at least 1 loaf of bread, 3 litres of milk, endless amounts of fruit soon adds up. We can all make our own bread but if you live in suburbia, a cow in the back yard is hardly a good idea. We don't all have fruit trees growing in our back yard either. I get annoyed that the town I live in is the biggest producer of bananas in Queensland and yet we pay the most exorbitant prices for them. Plenty of farms around us but it isn't really fair to run into the paddock and knock off a bunch during the night, the farmers loses , the prices rise. Once a part of the staple diet, we come to potatoes, almost $10 AUD for a 5kg bag. You can find sellers by the roadside who sell produce for much lower prices but they are not always there and there are the aged and those who have no transport who cannot get to these sellers direct. Does anyone remember when minced meat (ground beef) was considered a poor mans food? Now you would be hard pressed to find it on sale under $8 per kilogram. Granted you can do so much with minced meat but how many times can you eat rissoles, spaghetti, shepherds pie a week? Processed and pre-packaged food items are becoming cheaper but are not the healthiest. Yes they pass but it would be nice to be able to afford to eat t-bone steak, I clearly remember when it was nothing to have a fillet steak for breakfast. Going back to basics seems to be an answer to the increasing of essential items in the shopping trolley. I can't have a cow or chickens in my back yard , the chickens would only be to collect eggs, I couldn't eat them. A huge vege patch would be the best option, but I am not allowed to dig up any yard to plant one, so the next best thing is planter boxes. One has to be a smarter shopper, look for bargains, buy items that are marked down. It isn't beneath me to do so and freeze stuff that has been marked down. We do not eat like kings but it is difficult in this day and age to keep costs down and supplying the right mixture of fruit, protein at a reasonable cost. Becoming self sufficient seems to be an option but we are not all in a position to do so.
The subject of fatherless homes and the important role a father has in a child's life has been written about many times and the views vary. You can find many opinions on how important a father is, most by so called experts.Sure enough there are many, many homes where there is no father and the home is a happy one, the children are well adjusted and they do great academically. The children grow and venture into adulthood as well adjusted persons.Watching a favorite show, A Current Affair tonight, it had a story about 3 young boys whose behaviors were out of control and the mothers were struggling to cope. One of those children came from a fatherless home. This also includes fathers who live at home but may as well be a piece of the furniture.There can be no doubt that the ideal is a home where both parents raise their children but this is not an ideal world and there is thousands of homes where there is only one parent doing the bulk of the child rearing.This post is about the importance of fathers and how it can affect children who do not have an active father in their lives or a responsible male role model/s. Who is to blame here, women who chose to have children as a single mother, fathers who run off as they can't handle respsonsiblilities, or the government who makes it easy for these fatherless families to pop up like mushrooms in a poop infested cow paddock. Mothers and fathers alike need to re-examine the plight of children before embarking on an insane idea that fathers are not necessary in a child's life.The child seen tonight who had no active father in his home, was angry, he often became violent, acted out at school and was abusive towards his mother. It was very sad to see how much this particular boy was hurting and how his mother was at her wits end as to how to deal with it. Whilst a number of fathers are not great role models for their offspring and would have no positive influence on the kids, there is a whole lot more that would. A boy needs the authoritarian figure of a male. Mothers can do this to a point but they cannot replace or take the place of a father. What irritates the hell out of me most is homes where the father is not allowed to have input, is not given the chance to interact with his children or chooses to not become involved. It can be a hellish job bringing up children alone and quite often when things go awry, the finger of blame gets pointed in the mothers direction. A responsible father can show the children how to treat women, how to become resourceful, a mother can do all these as a balanced view but it is still from a female perspective. Most mothers do their utmost to rear their children where they are seen as valued members of society. Is is noted by US expert Dr Wade Horn that many of the prisoners inside jails come from single parent families, he also stated:
Children from such homes tended to under-perform in education, and many of them lived in poverty, and were themselves likely to end up in poverty.
Children need both their mother and their father if they were to grow up a balanced healthy adult. While children from a single parent family can grow up healthy and balanced, the probability of this happening in a typical two parent family was much higher.
I agree. Fathers and just how important they are is very much under-rated. This post is not from an academic point of view , I have no uni degree but one does not need a degree to know what is important and what DOES matter in the life of a child. Books and degrees are great in theory but they are no match for the insight and knowledge you gain as a real life parent.
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This is what happens when you take a short cut via the bottle shop. Alas it is the same guy with the different hairstyle in a previous post few days ago. Tonight at one of the local pubs, are Sydney's Hotshots. A group of male strippers.
The theme for the show is go as anything dressed as long as it starts with a P. I think this guy has a vivid imagination, dressed as a prostitute, I couldn't stop laughing. I ask you reader, what would you dress as ?
The Dominican Nuns of the Monastery of Our Lady of the Rosary who hail from Summit in New Jersey make the most beautiful handmade soaps. I have been lucky enough to have these soaps gifted to me and not only do they smell nice but they are a delight to bathe with, so soft. They arrive carefully wrapped and in a handmade little wooden crate, seems such a shame to open them. Ladies you really should try them, and guys, get some for your mom, gran, girlfriend...you can find purchases here and all monies from the sales goes into providing improved care for ageing nuns and and to support the Nuns way of life and also enabled a group of ten Nuns to travel to Yankee Stadium to celebrate Holy Mass with Pope Benedict. When the package arrives you receive a newsletter, prayer cards, and lots of information about the Nuns and the lifestyle they lead. Well worth a purchase, be it for yourself or as a gift.
Libby Trickett, Grant Hackett, Michael Phelps and company, all done well at the Olympic Games held in China. Winning numerous medals between them along with many other athletes, upon arriving home in respective countries they received accolades for effort and this week we will see our own Olympians welcomed in the capital cities for a ticker tape parade. The television coverage of the Beijing games was immense, the crowds cheering on all the athletes and it mattered not what country they hailed from.
Whilst it is great to see athletes receive recognition for years of hard work, sweat and no doubt pain and sacrifice, I would like to see the Paralympians receive the same. To watch young Australian Jayme Paris; who has cerebal palsy, compete and exude such enthusiasm and joy at coming third was humbling. Here is a young lady who faced insurmountable odds, and whether she won bronze or not, was ecstatic at having competed in the Olympic Games.
Along with all the athletes of the world who presented at Beijing Paralympic Games, these people are truly deserving of the same recognition, monetary rewards and accolades that are bestowed on able bodied athletes. This is not to patronise the paralympians but to show that we are equally proud of their sporting pursuits.
Felix had his check up, he has a way to go before he is back to his former self and he was non too pleased when Julia gave him a vitamin B shot...he actually went and sat, face buried in the corner away from us.
When I spotted him quenching his thirst in a way that Felix knows best, I smiled and knew he is on his way back. I may have been happy to see the old returning in some small way but my desire for a glass of water rapidly waned. I love my cat but think it stops at sharing the same drinking vessel.
Hooray, am finally back! What a nightmare last week and a half. With all the whining and bitching I done over the computer, it finally died and a new hard drive has had to be installed. Wish I had of got this new system before I ok'd the repairs. I miss the dinosaur...am not used to this new system with buttons and knobs on a fancy keyboard...lots of cursing am so glad you all can't hear me. Then to make it worse, this silly vista shyte is a real pain in the arse. I want XP back!!
Lots been happening, my poor baby Felix got poisoned with an organo phosphate, and it was traced back to , can you believe this, hair treatment for head lice. Felix likes to lick and he innocently licked the kids pillow and lo and behold got himself a dose that caused frothing at the mouth, constant fitting, was not a pretty site. Many dollars later in vets fees, a few tears, well lots actually, he is home but he is not the same. After a week, he is still suffering the effects of the poison but he is off on another jaunt tomorrow for a check up to see what if any permanent damage he has.
Life can't get much more frustrating, and all good things do come to those who wait.....H E L L O , I am waiting. I finally have my house back to myself. I miss my music that I had stored on my system so its going to be a long process re-installing it all again. All my photos are gone, am lucky most of them were also stored in emals. Yes I have missed blogs and am glad to be back . Can't promise what I am going to write about over the next few days.
I had a laugh today when in the bottle shop drive through, the attendant sported this hair style, now can you picture yourselves fronting up to work with such a stylish hairdo?? I secretly bet my hobby farm consultant would love it. Am off on a tour of blogs, thank you to those who emailed me enquiring, your thoughts are appreciated and most welcome.
P.S...Can someone tell me how to get this retched Norton off my system, got to travel to Z, back to B, then onto F, and around to M , bet it was all designed by a man too !
The above photo was taken looking towards Ella Bay, you may be able to see it in the background. A beautiful beach largely unspoilt by loads of tourists. I cooked my first damper on a campfire at Ella Bay...what a disaster. All burnt and crusty on the outside and soft and gooey in the middle. Apologies for the darkness, but hopefully you can tell where the rainforest meets the beach...all this 10 minutes from my door.
Taken at approximately 5:45pm from the boat ramp at Flying Fish Point looking up the Johnstone River which winds its way back into town. This river was named after Robert A Johnstone who was an explorer and a policeman. The river abounds with many different species of fish including the much sought after barramundi. Many times I have been drag netting in here for bait, I was the one who stayed on shore holding one end of the net, be buggered if I'm going to be the next meal for the freshwater crocodile which inhabits the river. To the left of the photo is Coquette Point..that's where lots of posh people live, good for fishing but you get eaten alive by sandflies ..repellant doesn't work so you coat the legs and arms with river mud. Worked a treat then, am sure it still would !
A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.
The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small.
The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale.
Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible.
The little girl said, 'When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah'.
The teacher asked, 'What if Jonah went to hell?'
The little girl replied, 'Then you ask him'.
A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work.
As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was.
The girl replied, 'I'm drawing God.'
The teacher paused and said, 'But no one knows what God looks like.'
Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied, 'They will in a minute.'
The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray:
'Take only ONE . God is watching.'
Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies.
A child had written a note, 'Take all you want. God is watching the apples.'
Those who have been reading here for a while will know that I love my Georgia Frogs sent from Pam...Tonight I was alerted to this green beauty sitting on the window sill. A vivid green, he was not startled and quite happily made his way onto one son's back while others looked on. The closest I got was taking the photo and had the camera on zoom for as much as I love the frogs from Pam's farm, I can't stand the real thing to touch me...a bigger scaredy cat than the boys.
I believe the sun should never set upon an argument I believe we place our happiness in other people's hands I believe that junk food tastes so good because it's bad for you I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do I believe that beauty magazines promote low self esteem I believe I'm loved when I'm completely by myself alone
I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned I believe you can't appreciate real love 'til you've been burned I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye
I believe you can't control or choose your sexuality I believe that trust is more important than monogamy I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul I believe that family is worth more than money or gold I believe the struggle for financial freedom is unfair I believe the only ones who disagree are millionaires
I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned I believe you can't appreciate real love 'til you've been burned I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye
I believe forgiveness is the key to your unhappiness I believe that wedded bliss negates the need to be undressed I believe that God does not endorse tv evangelists I believe in love surviving death into eternity
I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned I believe you can't appreciate real love 'til you've been burned I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye Until you say goodbye
I keep my paint brush with me Wherever I may go In case I need to cover up so the real me doesn't show I'm so afraid of what you'll do-that You might laugh or say mean things I'm afraid I might lose you
I'd like to remove all my paint coats to show you the real me But I want you to understand I need you to accept what you see So if you'll be patient and close your eyes I'll strip off all my coats real slow Please understand how much it hurts To let the real me show
Now my coats are all stripped off I feel naked, bare and cold And if you still love me with all that you see, You are my friend, pure as gold
I need to save my paint brush, though And hold it in my hand, I want to keep it handy In case somebody doesn't understand So please protect me my dear friend And thanks for loving me true But please let me keep my paint brush with me until I love me too...
Women of the western world should be grateful they do not live in Pakistan particularly anywhere near the Balochistan desert. To sanction the burial of 5 women alive is unbelievable and barbaric in the extreme. Three young women wanted to have husbands of their own choosing but were taken into the desert and shot and while two other older women went to their rescue, they too were gunned down and all pushed into a ditch and covered with mud, buried alive!!
The shocking reports of this horrible incident reaching the capital from different quarters revealed that the girls studying in classes 10 to 12 intended to marry men of their choice through a civil court by defying the centuries-old tribal traditions. When the fuming elders of Umrani tribe came to know about the intentions of these girls to appear before a local court, they picked them up from their homes along with two of their elderly women relatives. The crying girls were pushed into official cars and driven to a deserted area. There they were pushed out of the cars, made to stand in a queue and volleys of shots fired at them.
As the bleeding girls fell on the sand, the tribesmen dragged them into a nearby ditch and levelled it with earth and stones before the girls could breathe their last. As the two shocked elderly women tried to rescue the hapless girls, they too were gunned down and buried in the same manner.
One cannot have respect for these traditions and the backward animals who support and perpetrate them.
