20 July 2009
19 July 2009
Unconscious Mutterins week 338 ...
1.Banter :: witty
2.Amazing :: life
3.Towel :: dry
4.Cinema :: movies
5.Newspaper :: daily
6.Not good :: whingers
7.My type :: real
8.Twinkle :: star
9.Actress :: drama
10.Daft :: stupid
Read more Mutterings here
17 July 2009
BLUE Challenge ...
affectionately called Blue or Bluey ... a brawl or a fight is a Blue too ... a
bushies favourite cattle dog is frequently called Blue too ... learn more here ...

16 July 2009
15 July 2009
National Gallery Knitta Please event ... WOW !!!
The talented Grrl has co-ordinated an amazing event along with knitters
from around the world.
She's co-ordinated the Knitta Please event at the National Gallery in
Australia's capital city Canberra with Magda from Knitta Please who's
pulled the wool over other major cities read here ...
Take a peek here at the magic Grrl 's taken to our dull nations capital ...
awesome ... inspiring ... sensational ... wish I'd known ... Bravo Dneese!
14 July 2009
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11 July 2009
FASHION FACES Photography by BELA BORSODI
10 July 2009
A new weekly challenge ... RED RED RED
A wonderful discovery ...
... a gorgeous new blog ... exactly what's needed ...
... a challenge at Amelie and Atticus
Week 2 challenge is RED ... 4 photo's on Flickr + 1 craft ...
... here's one I prepared earlier...
... white satin roses ... no weddings planned ... what to do ...
... dunk in Scarlet Ozecraft Dye ...
... place on paper towel nuke for sixty seconds ...
... attach to scarlet satin ribbon ...
... adorn a lamp shade painted with Scarlet Ozecraft Dye ...
... challenge complete !!!
9 July 2009
When I grow up ...
Previously unavailable outside your home state, now your Seniors Card can be used to purchase concession tickets on public transport throughout Australia with all states on board.
Further to this, Senior’s Card holders can receive 25% off standard adult fares on any of Great Southern Rail’s services ... and International cards can be obtained too ...
Read more HERE ... Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyy
8 July 2009
Eating our way round the Sydney Food & Wine Show
Mrs. May's Naturals slow roasted dry snacks ... Gluten & Wheat Free ... bite size ... crunchy explosions in your mouth finds ... Pom-Raspberry Crunch is TDF ... check them out here
5 July 2009
Sydney Good Food & Wine Show ...
A couple of years ago we went to the Sydney Food Show at Darling Harbour. We never forgot the feeding frenzy we witnessed in one massive hall at the Sydney Convention Centre.
This weekend we braved the Sydney Good Food and Wine Show extravaganza that covered five halls. Gnashing, dribbling, gorging, pushing, nudging and elbowing was the order of the day. The masses obliterated anything on offer they could get into their mouths. Timber from a healthy forest was surely cleared to manufacture the squillions of toothpicks used to stab the morsels.
We said hi to the always gorgeous ChocolateSuze ... pop over for her food blogger / exhibitor perspective of the show ... we saw celeb chefs, we tasted, we enjoyed!
We lugged home bags and bags of samples and bargains. I stupidly didn't buy a shopping trolley to lug the loot ... I was over them after having been whacked in the ankles and tripped up by the people dragging them. I'd thought they were idiots for buying so much stuff ... Hah!
I primadonna'd like a small petulant child the entire, what felt like a marathon, walk to the car. With my one, half a good arm and two bulging bags I huffed, puffed, pouted, fought back tears, grunted, groaned and cursed like a tetchy toddler who'd missed an afternoon nap. Reaching the car was bliss.
SOoooo this week I'm going to blog on some of the food and wine we discovered
... for now my biggest decision is what to eat next while I journey through France via the live telecast of le Tour de France where Aussie Stewart O'Grady is currently in second place ...
... more food delights and observations tomorrow!
Unconscious Mutterings Week 336.
I say ... and you think ... ?
1.Independence :: content.
2.Meltdown :: shutdown.
3.Vulture :: looming.
4.Hope :: floats.
5.Float :: weightless.
6.Hole :: ass.
7.Trespass :: forbidden.
8.Moving :: on.
9.Extinct :: gone.
10.Alligator :: see ya later.
3 July 2009
Dad ... would be 94 today ...
28 June 2009
Miss Jones was Christened ...
Unconscious Mutterings week 335 ...
I say ... and you think ...
- Read others here
- If you'd like to use this 'free association meme' ... please give Patricia the credit she deserves ...
27 June 2009
Sunday Scribblings ... TOYS.
New babies in the family bring to mind how things used to be. Toys are beginning to appear. $70.00 for a plaything for our new girl shocked the socks right off me. A couple of lengths of psychedelic coloured man made material with brightly coloured shapes hanging from it. Add batteries and Bach or Mozart will serenade our little treasure and by the time she's six months old the thing can be adjusted to become a night light with some additional new fangled devices added so the mobile part will rotate ... can you believe it?
I know, I know I sound like that bloody old stick in the mud I swore I was never going to be. At the unveiling of the contraption I didn't express my horror, I kept my opinions to myself, and tried to reassure my doubtful self ... that's how it's done today. I refrained from sounding disapproving or judgmental ... I quietly wished I had shares in a toy factory!
In my day ... I cringe at that term ... I was adamant I'd never use it ... but here it is!
In my day a length of fabric from the bottom of a tattered sheet or thread bare towel strung through a couple of wooden cotton reels was usually baby's first toy. The cloth was long enough to slip over bub's head. Baby would be propped up or sit for hours twirling the cotton reels. A soft fabric ball hand sewn from scraps of fabric thrown into the air, rolled along the floor or gently thown toward the bub was another toy. We scrunched paper to make a noise, we allowed them to play with a spoon and as they got bigger a wooden spoon banged onto the tray of their high chair was all the entertainment needed.
We saved up to buy the first teddy bear. One that made a gentle growling sound when tipped backward or forward. We put soup mix, aka dried peas or beans into the corner of a piece of cloth as a noise maker. We clapped hands, snorted like a pig, blew raspberries, clicked our fingers, goo goo gooed, whistled and laughed ... all without batteries.
As my Dad aged toys of a different kind featured. He wanted what we grew to call his 'boys toys'. First was a new top of the range electric / battery operated shaver. Next he demanded a battery operated CD player, a small battery operated radio, a battery operated toothbrush, a battery operated hand held fan. Eventually the cost of batteries use was becoming exhorbitant as he'd forget to switch his toys off.
The purchase of a battery charger with re-chargeable batteries was going to save time and money. Dear old Dad would invariably plug the unit in then forget about that as well consequently burning the life out of the batteries ... on second thoughts forget the shares in a toy factory I'll settle for shares in a battery factory.
26 June 2009
23 June 2009
22 June 2009
Flynn ... one day old
Here's Flynn ... one day old ... beautiful despite his rough arrival ... Mummy and Daddy are doing fine!
21 June 2009
Unconscious Mutterings ~ I say ... and you think ...?
I say ... and you think ... ?
1.Divorce :: done
2.Napkin :: serviette
3.Camera :: smile
4.Leather :: cow
5.Fractures :: ten
6.Flip out :: freak
7.Coroner :: inquest
8.Atomic :: bomb
9.Liz :: ard
10.Leave :: off
Miss Jones having a chat at 3 months ...
Disappointed ... we survived Bistro Lilly ...
One entree, one main, 2 glasses of wine, 2 desserts total $140.00 ... we survived with great disappointment Bistro Lilly.
Two weeks previously MJ had degustated with a group there. The grilled lamb salad and chocolate yucatan pudding made it imperative for another visit.
My selection of roast duck was horrid. The serve was enough to feed two, not hot, tough plus the accompanying turnips were THE most bitter ever tasted ... the chocolate yucatan pudding ... no comparison in the size and presentation of two weeks prior ...
Feedback was offered ... mine hosts didn't appear to care ... she wanted to argue that MJ had been there more than two weeks ago ... enough said ...
NEXT!
5 June 2009
2 June 2009
National Australian Thyroid Awareness Week Jun 1-7
Do yourself and your thyroid a favour ... pick up any information
you see or click on :::
The Australian Thyroid Foundation Ltd
::: you'll be glad you did!
29 May 2009
28 May 2009
Like sands through the hour glass ... memories at Bondi Beach
A beautiful day at Bondi Beach today ...
... so are the days of our lives!!!
25 May 2009
Scribble Soup for Writers Block ...
24 May 2009
Reminiscing ... Wayne Cooper shoes ...
22 May 2009
WORRY / HEALING / Thyroid Surgery alert!!!
How apt ... like I say week after week the Sunday Scribbling girls are synchronised in my life.
WORRY ... it was ... not any more ... for me that is ...
Further to my healing post I called the surgeon Dr Christopher Hughes to tell him of the MRSA diagnosis ... his reaction alerted me to write down the conversation ...
Read on, you be the judge!
Hi Dr Hughes this is Moi ... gave him surgery details ... do you remember me I asked?
Hughes says: Yes vaguely.
I say: I'm calling to tell you I have MRSA ...
H replies: Well don't blame me, I didn't give it to you, I don't want to catch it, you must have picked it up at the hospital ...
I was gobsmacked and replied ... I am not blaming you ... it was suggested I give you a call, the wound is really ugly, open,and there's something like a small suture sticking out, even though it is small it wasn't there before ...
H replies: The registrar did the surgery not me ...
I said: I was referred to you ...
H says: OK well come and see me and I'll pull it out ...
I said: There's skin growing over it ...
H says: Oh Well .... sounding even more exasperated - then silence ....
So I asked ... When can I come and see you ...
H: says ...Not this week ... May 21 9.45am ...
His defensive attitude isn't what I need right now! I don't want a battle, I am not blaming anyone ($hit happens)
On May 16 - twelve weeks after surgery - I notice something protruding from the wound. With a small mirror and a pair of tweezers I gently pull on the object, it moves, I pull again, it moves again, I pull again ...
Prior to surgery when I asked about the wound Hughes assured me the sutures would be inside a 6cm wound and the sutures would dissolve!!!
Taa Daaaa ... I remove 8cms of synthetic thread from the wound in my neck!!
I spoke to a number of medical professionals who agreed Hughes defensive attitude was unsatisfactory. Commonsense told me he prefers to see fantastic outcomes, not problems that need addressing!
Based on Hughes reaction I decide not to upset myself by attending the appointment ...
I phoned ... Hughes answered ... I said who I was and I would not be attending the appointment that morning.
Hughes said 'OK' ... and hung up!
Says it all doesn't it?
Drat ... I should have asked Hughes will he pay for the neck scarves I'll wear for the rest of my life ...
... and ...
The infection was treated successfully by caring medical professionals.
12 May 2009
Unconscious Mutterings
Week 328
I say ... and you think ... ?
1. Again :: and again
2. Shower :: gifts
3. Flirting :: beware
4. Moving on :: healthy
5. Rachel :: who?
6. Chips :: dips
7. Texting :: torture
8. Feel better :: yes
9. Cashmere :: cosy
10. Sucked :: in!
Wanna play this word game then Click here.
11 May 2009
Sunday Scribblings ... HEALING.
Sunday Scribbling girls have done it again ... OK I won't repeat my weekly exclamation ...
'Healing' is this weeks prompt ... Gadzooks ... healing ... not round here!
February 25th a renowned surgeon removed a 2.6 cm nodule and my right thyroid. 'It'll only be a 6cm incision' he assured ...
NOT ...
Eleven weeks on ...
Now an MRSA diagnosis ...
Plus I'm fed up with people talking to the gash ...
Before my living bra died they used to talk to the girls ...
Mother's Day ... Roses Only ... smelling the roses
5 May 2009
28 April 2009
Miss Jones is 5 weeks ... a quilt from NZ ...
25 April 2009
Sunday Scribblings - FOLLOW.
I find this whole concept of following very intriguing. Sunday Scribblings, for example, can be followed in Blogger, in Bloglines and Google Reader to name just a few. Who do you follow? How do you decide what to follow? Do you follow anything else? People, pets, television shows, careers, really slow drivers, toddlers, family lines, rules, regulations, paths, routes, celebrities, all need to be followed in one way or another. Tell us your take on 'follow
In every day life I don't regard myself as a 'follower' I attempt to be unique, I think and see things differently to everyone I know yet in the contenxt of the SS prompt I am a follower of sorts.
I follow many TV shows, yes I'm a self confessed reality fan ... Project Runway, Amazing Race, Big Brother, Biggest Loser, Idol, Trinny & Sussanah ... love them all ... amd more! Some of the changes in my life I owe to Oprah, ten years ago that is, not by the Oprah standards of today.
Now my daytime TV followings are Martha Stewart, Ellen and The View, more down to earth ... yes still contrived but more believably so and much, much more fun!
The blogs I follow are numerous. I adore being motivated by the plethora of talented women around the world in blogland. My one and all time favourite is Corey of Tongue in Cheek . This beautiful woman and her photography, her thoughts, her opinions, her ideas, plus her values all full of beauty, ooze an integrity that fills me with joy when I pop by.
Following traditions, mores and values change as we change. I don't decide who to follow, it simply happens. Keeping an open mind leaves the possibility of happening upon something or someone new open to me ... if I followed too closely ... I'd be a stalker then wouldn't I?
13 April 2009
12 April 2009
Sunday Scribblings #158 Scary ... what scares you?
The Sunday Scribbling girls have done it again ... with their "SCARY" prompt ... they say 'I can't recall if we've done this prompt before, but I'm curious: what scares you?'
From twelve to fifteen I was sent to live with my Grandma ... that's another story ... but the most freakiest, scariest, thing living there was the double door linen cupboard at the end of the hall. When you entered her front door the said cupboard was on your left, dark timber doors, each about two feet wide. Straight ahead was the bathroom down the hallway to the left was the breakfast room, as she called it. Ahead was the "middle door" into the living room through to the bedrooms where beyond, the most panoramic, million dollar view of Bondi Beach took your breath away.
As the weather grew cooler she would insist the middle door, that doorway from the living room was kept closed, 'to keep out the draft' ... I was sure it was to keep out whoever lived in that cupboard. Even walking down that hallway during the day, with the sun behind me, the reflection of the sea making my shadow glisten on those doors I was sure someone was going to leap out at me ...
Nights were the worst. She'd not allow the hall light to be left on. To get to the bathroom I always had to stretch from the middle doorway to the breakfast room to get the light on ... oh golly just thinking about it makes me cringe ...
She had no idea. I wonder why I didn't ever tell her?
That three years was torture ... so was walking into the bathroom where she had a curtain hanging behind the door covering brooms and a ladder ... someone was lurking there too ...
No-one has ever heard me yell " ... turn that light off!"
Thursday night I was scared going in to a tunnel. The taxi driver didn't know I don't do tunnels ... you can overcome anything!
Unconscious Mutterings #324 ... I say ... and you think?
1. Animal :: magnetism.
2. Temporary :: brief.
3. Moan :: ....er.
4. Rapid :: swift.
5. That’s for me to say :: got it?
6. City :: lights.
7. Bumper :: bar.
8. Eclipse :: rare.
9. Problematic :: life.
10. If? :: no ifs.
6 April 2009
5 April 2009
Unconscious Mutterings Week 323
Sunday Scribblings ... #157 CELEBRATE
Sunday Scribblings has done it again ... a prompt so in tune ... 'CELEBRATE.'
The girls ask "what do you have in your life to celebrate" ... my one word reply ...
EVERYTHING!
Hope you're life is as excellent as mine!
31 March 2009
6 days old ...
29 March 2009
Sunday Scribblings ... AGING.
Yet again the Sunday Scribblings topic for this week hits the nail right on the head for me …
This week I became a Great-GrandMaMa (click here to meet Isabella) … yes I know … how can that be you ask, someone so vibrant, so young, yet only 39 with a lot of late nights …
March 25 I was blessed. I’ve said so many times before I am blessed again and again and to be there, no not in the delivery suite, no way could I see my baby have her baby but to be stroking my grand-daughters brow shortly before Isabella made her entrance, was phenomenal!
I’m a cryer, I tear up at movies, parades, sad songs, happy songs, births, deaths, marriages, surprises, graduations, celebrations of any description, jokes both sad and funny, good and bad … you name it I shed tears, get a red, snotty nose …and Isabella’s entrance epitomised what life, tears and aging was all about.
For me aging is only ticking off the numbers. You can’t change it … think old, you’ll be old, worrying about it makes you old, endeavouring to avoid the inevitable simply detracts from what’s impossible to change. So go with it, enhance it, surround yourself with positive, happy, contented people ... trusts me it rubs off. Avoid negative whingers who drain the life out of you, who clog up your pores with their woeful baggage ... choose people who get over it, who don't dwell on what they can't change, people who love being alive no matter what destiny deals.
A dearly departed friend always said she would never hang round with old people, sick people and poor people … that was a funny saying when we were out and about in our prime but not so funny when that same friend died not so old, but sick and poor … says it all doesn’t it?
To have survived, to own a myriad of stories, memories to cry about, to smile, share and hand on to a new generation … makes aging bliss.
To have reached a never dreamt of pinnacle in my precious life allows me to choose a new theme song ... the perennial, somewhat defiant chorus of the Australian 70s group The Masters Apprentices song “Because I Love You” … Do what ya wanna do, be what ya wanna be yeah click here to sing along ... you’ll love it ...
Introducing ::: Isabella Jones.
27 March 2009
Sunday Scribblings ... I come from ...
Sunday Scribblings has done it again ... given me the opportunity to share with you one of the all time, greatest Aussie anthems ever recorded ...
I Come from the Land Downunder.
See the video here ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DNT7uZf7lew
Follow the words and sing a long ... courtesy of here
Traveling in a fried-out combie
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said,
"Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover.
"Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscles
I said, "Do you speak-a my language?
"He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich
And he said,
"I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover.
"Lying in a den in BombayWith a slack jaw, and not much to say
I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me
Because I come from the land of plenty?"
And he said,
"Oh! Do you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah)
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."
So what does it all mean?
According to Wkipedia ...
The term Down Under is a colloquialism referring to Australia and New Zealand. It locates Australia as "the land down under" because it lies totally within the southern hemisphere. "Down Under" is also attributed as the inspiration for the underwear brand Gilly Hicks, from the internationally recognised American lifestyle brand and company Abercrombie & Fitch.[citation needed]
The persistence of the media use of the term has led to its wide embrace and usage. The Men at Work song "Down Under" became an instantly recognisable, patriotic rallying song. The famous Australian boxing champion Kostya Tszyu was nicknamed "The Thunder From Down Under".
So now y'all know ... I come from the land downunder ... and mighty proud of it too!!
17 March 2009
My Dad's Gone Fishing ... 3.7.1915 - 14.3.2009
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Dad was the eldest son of Sidney and Ethel. They were ‘dirt poor’ and Dad would tell you how, from his earliest days, he would rather fish than anything else.
He described himself as a wild scrawny kid. He wagged school to fish, left school to fish and he changed schools half a dozen times. His Mum even sent him to St. Bernard’s Catholic School at Matraville hoping the nuns would straighten him out but fishing remained number one.
His Dad was an itinerant sign writer. When his Dad wasn't working my Dad managed to bring home a feed of oysters, cockles or leather jackets. He caught blackfish/ Luderick, the fish that became his favourite, at Bunberra Point near Bunnerong.
By 14 Dad had left school for good. By 15 he was sent away from home because of the depression to the north coast to go fishing as a paid job with his Uncle.
Fishing played a major role in Dad's life and when he married he supplemented his wage by selling fish on the beach at Bondi and to the Bondi Fish Shop. His beloved wife was a ‘fisherman’s widow’, she never complained. He lived and dreamt fishing, he made all his own rods, reels, sinkers and floats and had his name and photo in the newspapers because of it. He also used fishing as an excuse to go shagging…
They called Dad the "Pied Piper." No matter where he fished whether it was the Merk at Bondi where he built the first ladder down the cliff, on a break wall or the banks of the Georges River - when no-one else could catch any Dad would be reeling them in!
Despite his meagre beginnings Dad became a fitter and turner by trade and rose to become a cost investigator, costing weapons and missiles with the Department of Defence, a good provider and an extremely private man with unique esoteric beliefs.
Now he's gone fishing fishing again … Hoo Roo Dad!
Photo taken 1942 ... handsome devil!
8 March 2009
Sunday Scribblings ... Listen up etc ... My Dad's health ...
4 March 2009
3 March 2009
The stupidity of ebay ...
One was a 'BONE necklace' the other was 'a set of BONE handled knives' ...
the ebay reason for the action ... use of the word BONE ...
When questioning the ebay decision he was told by the unbudging, over zealous, supercilious, pillock on the other end of the phone was "to use the term bone you must stipulate what sort of bone it is "
My mate wonders ... how on earth is he expected to find someone to do the DNA, the research and who is going to foot the bill?
For now he's having fun with ebay ... his listing reads ...
According to ebay policies I have to specify the 'species' of animal the bone came from. This listing was previously removed for this reason. In a piece this age it is a ridiculous suggestion so my feeling is that it is either unicorn or wookie but certainly not a protected species ...
If there's no response from ebay they've more than likely satisifed with the listing edit ...
Unicorn / Wookie ... WOTHA ...
1 March 2009
Unconscious Mutterings ...
27 February 2009
Sunday Scribblings #152 ... LOST ...
My previous post reminds me of how losing things, obvious things, everyday things, increases with age hence my cynical suggestion that a small keepsake purse might have been a good idea at surgery.
Women in our great grandmothers era wore a chatelaine round their waist. What a splendid idea. A belt with the then necessaries of life attached. The scissors, pencil, thimble, keys, watch, spectacles all suspended from an individual chain. Todays chatelaine might have your mobile phone, digi camera, credit cards and other essentials in easy reach yet individually attached so as to never become lost!
How can you put keys down, glasses, scissors, a pen, the lid of a jar or bottle, an implement that you’re in the process of using and in one nano second they’re lost?
Is it age? Is one side of your brain slowing down? Does someone have an answer?
This week I’ve lost my right thyroid and the attached 2.6cm nodule, as well as my keys, the cover to both my camera and mobile phone, two sheets of paper with addresses written on them plus my reading glasses … please don’t reply till the glasses turn up!
NEW LOOK NECK ...
23 February 2009
Sunday Scribblings #151 ... TRUST ...
Pondering this Sunday Scribbling prompt immediately reminded me of my first confrontation with trust concerning my so called best friend at the time and my husband. My immediate plan was the write about this ultimate betrayal. How trust was broken, the consequences plus think about trust. But I remembered other episodes.
Like the two girls I employed, how I trusted them implicitly in the business, how the business went bust yet, later, they took a trip to Greece. I congratulated them. Years later I realised more than likely I paid for their trip. The next one was about how I set off to open a restaurant with the then loser of my life. I put up the collateral. When he couldn’t take the heat he fled the kitchen. Before he left town he filled his mates car with petrol on the business account. I heard for the next month flashed plenty of cash
The thread in my experiences wasn’t trust it was my stupidity. Yes I’d trusted these low lifes with friendship, familiarity, confidence and honesty to be by my side. I’d neglected my personal short comings by believing I was such a good judge of character, always sure I could trust with the belief of ‘do unto others.’
These episodes, over three decades, were because of who I was at that time.
Thankfully I’ve learnt to trust you must first trust yourself … isn’t hindsight a wonderful thing??
17 February 2009
Sunday Scribblings # 150 ::: SPORTS
SPORTS
Gadzooks it's Sunday Scribblings 150th prompt … my last entry was at 123 …
Let’s talk about sports ... I’ve known a few … good sports!
Australian male’s calling each other sports began in WWII when Aussie soldiers, according to Sidney J Baker’s The Australian Language called each other “feller”, a form of fellow used mainly as a genial form of address, comparable to the use of “digger” or “mate”.
Reference to females as good sports probably began around the same time! The very un PC reference to a girl who was easy or loose, with the boys that is, led to these friendly your things, looking for love in all the wrong places, as being identified as a ‘good sport’ resulting in them being stigmatized by society.
In Queensland the northern state of Australia sport was used to describe an isolated coral outcrop.
Cyril Hopkins wrote a biographical notice of the life and work of Marcus Clarke where he wrote “If you invite a stranger to partake of supper, you say, “Hullo Mate! Come in and sport your Dover!”
As for sports, I’m a major sports fan! Whenever Australia is on any field, oval, running on to a major sporting venue, on the ocean, in the surf, on a tennis or race course, I’ll be seen wearing the green and gold screaming Aussie, Aussie Aussie, Oi, Oi, Oi … but that’s as good a sport as I’ll be!
16 February 2009
Another New York reason ... The Tuck Shop

No need to yearn for a good Aussie pie 'n' sauce, a sausage roll, a vanilla slice,
a lamington or a host of other Aussie delicacies ... get along to The Tuck Shop
on 68 1st Street ... it's all there ... they stock Vegemite, Tim Tams, plus heaps
of other Aussie groceries ...
The guys are pushing to get VB into the US pop over here to sign the petition
photo by Reinhard Hunger. Styling by Adriana Castro
14 February 2009
Papabubble ...another reason to go to New York

12 February 2009
Victoria bush fires images ... how sad we are ...
A power station in the forgeound ...
A 737 taking of from Melbourne airport ...
Ash ...
Words can't express ...
Spot fires looking like fairy lights ...Australia is united for the people of Victoria ::: 80 people missing ::: almost 200 people dead :::
10 February 2009
Victoria, Australia burns ... Bushfires rage ...

The southern state of Victoria has been engulfed with bush fires for days ... this image from the
National Geographic News site here ... shows the ferocity that people and animals have, and
are, enduring.
They want money, not essential items at the moment, not food or clothes, they need money to
give these people back some kind of dignity and hope ... they don't want sight seers ... how
morons can drive to the area for a 'look' makes my skin crawl!
A well known and much publicised blog Meetmeatmikes has plenty of details on how and
where to donate. If you feel inclined please ... click here to find out how to make a donation.
C'mon people if everyone only gave one dollar ... imagine the accumulated difference this would
make ... more heartbreaking stories are emerging ... they need our help!
2 February 2009
Tinsel Trading ... another reason to go to New York ...
Treat yourself ... take a look at the stunning video made by Kaari and Molly as they uncover interesting finds in the basement at Tinsel Trading before the move to 37th Street
Check out their web site here Tinsel Trading 1 West 37th Street ...
or the MSN clip 'All in the Family' here ...
Allow plenty of time for browsing ...
Mmmm another reason to save the shekels for New York!














