Sunday, 30 December 2007

Sunday Scribblings #91 - Now & Then


On the topic of genealogy ... this week we went to search for graves of our ancestors at The Rookwood Necropolis ....
Look at what we found ... graves over run with grass and weeds, headstones falling over, no respect, no care.

Snakes, rabbits and hares abound, the ants are big enough to carry you off ... distressing.

The "Necropolis" at Rookwood, has been on the original site since 1867.

Less than 18ks / 11miles from the heart of Sydney, covering 699 acres it's one of the largest burial grounds in the world. Much of the cemetery was laid out like a picturesque park, radiating circles, serpentine paths and scenic locations, using much of the 19th century funerary customs by way of plant symbolism. Parts of it are beautiful.

Who Mows It ...
It's all about money, it's political, as the hospital and education systems are in turmoil - how can anyone expect funding to fix a cemetery?

Initially the designers never dreamt Sydney's population would explode from when there were basically three major denominations.

There's much to contemplate about where we might remain!

Genealogy & Red Velvet.

A passion that occupies lots of my time is family history / genealogy.

I've rattled the chains on the skeletons, waded through overgrowth at cemetries, pored over micro fiche and dusty antique records, spent a small fortune on photocopying, travelled to interview darling old relations, asked what some considered were the wrong questions, cried in a local library when unexpectedly, the local studies librarian opened a folder and there was a photo of my grandfather during WWI. I've learnt to never assume.

I've collated huge folders on each surname, corresponded with family searchers overseas, got teary when walking the grounds of where my convict, transported ancestor, Mary, lived in horror in Van Diemans Land while her child, Anne, was placed in the Hobart Orphange.

Emotionally, I've lurked, marvelling, as Judy Wilkenfield at
Red Velvet worked her fingers to the bone creating, Numbers 1 & Numbers 2 a haunting family history installation more touching and amazing than words can describe.

... today Judy announces she is featured in the latest issue of a favourite magazine
Cloth Paper & Scissors ... no one is more deserving of this accolade.

In Flagrant Collecto (caught in the art of collecting)

This stunning book has been on the top of my Amazon Wish List for yonks! Found in Dymocks 50% the RRP - please pass me a lemon to get the smile off my dial ... Thank YOU Marilynn Gelfman Karp from a very happy collector!

Thursday, 27 December 2007

Writers Island "EARTH" ...

Sandbank on the coast of Whitsunday Island, Queensland, Australia

~ by ~

Yann Arthus Bertrand in his breathtaking Earth from Above series of photography!

When you see this amazing work surely you'll ponder at the political and media hype about how we, the inhabitants of the world, are "killing" it off!

Who's profiting from the hype, from the squillions being spent on summit conferences and big name 'nobs' espousing at what a sorry state the world is in ... are we being fed the facts?

OK, OK, slow down, I'm not saying it's all unky dory out there - but please, do yourself a favour, embark on a visual feast, I'm sure you will feel better ... click here to start with Australia ... then choose your destination, it'll cost you nothing!

LAVAZZA 2008 Calender

Despite being caffeine free for over a decade the swellengant Lavazza Calender make me swoon ... none more so than this year ... with images that suit many of us when we step out of our day jobs ... Mmmmm ...

See all the stunning Calender images here ...

Wednesday, 26 December 2007

Sunday Scribblings - # 90 Holiday Memories

A memorable holiday memory - 92 year old Dad, watching the the blue flames whooshing over the Christmas pudding courtesy of gas lighter and a slurp of Brandy ...
Savouring the flavour with lashings of Brandy Sauce as Dad spooned through his serve looking for a "threepenny or sixpenny bit". Dad gave it the thumbs up reckoning the pudding was one "One of the best!"

I didn't tell him how I'd modified Mum's fifty five year old recipe to be gluten free or that I'd included Cranberries ... everyone agreed it was sensaish!

Monday, 24 December 2007

Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays to All ...

Thousands of twinkling lights, golden bows, beautifully decorated, a vision that makes children and people of all ages exclaim Ooooo & AaaaHhhh with delight ...
Up & Up into the beautiful golden dome, reaching three stories high, is the Christmas Tree inside the stunning Queen Victoria Building, in the heart of Sydney.

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays to Everyone who visits my blog ~ May You & Yours enjoy good health & happiness now & always. xxx

Sunday, 23 December 2007

Vintage finds ...

Lavish 1940s dressing table adorned with gorgeous gifts from that era and others.
Imagine sitting here readying yourself for the Holidays ...Mmmm

Delish Soaps, torsos, bling & glitter all waiting to as perfect stocking fillers to be gift wrapped for YOU by our Gorgeous Gal in Gingham ...
Ahhhh put your feet up, a fluffy cushion at your back a soft quilt on your lap after the hectic holiday time ... Bliss.

Friday, 21 December 2007

Shoulda beans or has beans ...

Today in the local supermarket I went to buy fresh green beans and saw there was an old fellow hunched over, in front of the beans picking them out of the box, touching them and breaking them in half.

I waited a for a second, he saw me watching him as he went to walk away I asked "Did you wash your hands before you touched those beans?" The look on his face was priceless, yet indignantly he started at me in the thickest Euopean accent ... "You are mad, vhat are you talking about, you voman you are mad ... "

Two boys working in the department jumped to my defence telling him to "Rack off mate!"

Ahhhhhhhhhh the joys of shopping at Christmas !

Ears & Eyes at 92 ...

My Dad was in fine form today ... he told me ...

"The Optometrist has been & checked my hearing."

Thursday, 20 December 2007

Hey PRESTO - email without a computer ...

Presto ... A brilliant invention currently available only in the US!!

Send emails and photo's from your computer to people without a computer via the Presto from HP!

Amazing gadget ... what'll they think of next ... check it out ;~)

Wednesday, 19 December 2007

Writers Island ~ This Season

In December in Australia the temperature often rises to thirty degrees celsius yet many domestic goddess’s still prepare a hot Christmas lunch in the name of ‘tradition.’ Turkey, ham, roast vegetables, sweet green peas with lashings of rich gravy “because that’s what her mother did”, are served as scrumptious Christmas fare. Nowadays more and more Aussies opt for cool, fresh seafood. Despite costing an arm and a leg many a good woman’s sanity is saved. Even more people choose to "go out" for lunch, to restaurants, on cruises, in hotels where people pay through the nose to avoid the drudgery while in reality they're paying the double time wages of the staff … is that why staff are so welcoming?

As a kid Christmas lunch was a stuffed roast chicken, roast potato, roast sweet potato, roast pumpkin and green peas or beans. Chicken was a luxury. Dad was the "bread winner"entitling him to be served the white meat while the kids got the “dark meat.” In those days chickens weren’t pumped full of chemicals to keep the meat of the entire bird whiter than white. The breast meat was white, the drumsticks, wings and the rest of the bird was a darker colour … real chicken fed real food. There was no lavish, over the top, razzamataz that goes on today. The kids all played on the street, showing off their ‘new’ bikes, prams, scooters and toys, busting to be first one up and out while still in pyjamas – kids were safe on the street.

People were of limited means, credit cards didn’t exist. If you couldn’t afford it or parents couldn’t make it, conjure it up or Mum lay-by it, you didn’t get it. For weeks prior, Dad worked on secret projects down in the shed, his inner sanctum, where we had to knock before entering. I realised in later years Dad must have been painting that bike pink, refurbishing that dolls house, or renovating a found object. Late at night we’d hear Mum pedalling away on the Singer treadle sewing machine, where, if we happened to venture out on the pretext of a glass of water or a bad dream, covers would be thrown over stuff, lights would be hastily switched off depriving us of a glimpse of what was going on!

The first memory of this season is around three to four years old, that's me ready to go and see Santa standing in front of the armoire begging Mum to not wear "my irons" ... I wore callipers as a kid ...

Another childhood memory of this season, a couple of years later was creeping, out late at night, probably unable to sleep with anticipation, and seeing Dad hurl a blanket over two small rattan chairs – I always thought Santa had already been and Dad must have spoken to him, that one baffled me for years.

The memories are flooding back – there’s a host of Christmas’ to remember and to forget, see you same time next year for more memories of this season!

Sunday, 16 December 2007

TELSTRA Scam - rounding off cents on bills ...

I have noticed (and on back-checking have confirmed) that Telstra adds 1c rounding to a number of their accounts (not all). A bill today for $120.42 cents to which they rounde 1c making the bill $120.43 - that way they could be receiving 120.45 instead of 120.40. If you multiply that by the number of people in Australia who have a paid for Telstra service it could certainly add a few million dollars a year in Telstra coffers.

Isn't that cheating???

On a previous bill they added 1 cent to a bill that added up to $89.76, making it $89.77 and therefore raising the bill to $89.80.

I phoned to query! Telstra apologised profusely and gave me a credit of $1.00 for any past additions! Makes you think they are aware of the cheating, working on the principle of 'who notices a cent?"

Please check your bills ... phone them and complain - get your dollar rebate and let them know that you know Telstra is cheating!

The gorgeous B.F. has blown the lid on this Telstra scam!!

Sydney - tropical storm - December 2008.

Sydney weather has been so bizarre / tropical lately. Afternoon storms brew - like the pics shown here and then they blow over - like this one did Saturday afternoon.

Move to the tropics ... no need ... Sydney has it all!

Saturday, 15 December 2007

Sunday Scribblings ... #89 DANCE ...

... at the local Scottish Association Ball on a Saturday night in 1960 Moi in silver, Dad handsomely rakeish, Mum in black ... check the gloves!

We danced ~~~~

The Velita.
The Eightsome Reel.
The Pride of Erin.
The Progressive Barn Dance.
The Gay Gordons.
and Strip the Willow ... with clothes on ... ;)

Nights of gay frivolity ... Och aye, Hoot mon!
My quest was to discover what a Scotsman wore under his kilt ... on a 'date' with the parents ...NOT!
... Dee ye ken?

Vintage Finds ...

Plump fluffy cushions, Quilts, Silverware,
Sooooo many gifts to choose ...

Lamps, Soap, Notepaper, Jewelry Torso, CDs,
Glassware, Scents, Chocolate, Bath products,
So much to smell sweetly, So many Ooooo's &
Aaaaaa's will be heard while browsing ...

Ze Bew-di-ful girrrls will help you choose the perfect gift and will gift wrap too.

Ze bew-di-ful girrls know every nook & cranny of 
... just ask & be surprised ...

Solve your Christmas gift giving headaches at ...
You'll be glad you did!!!

Wednesday, 12 December 2007

Christmas Pudding time ...

Even when it comes to making the Christmas Pud procrastination gets in the way. Should have been made weeks ago but ... better late than never.

Today it was created ... first time for ten years ... doesn't it look delish?

The silver silver threepences and sixpences that Mum saved for years were dug out and included in the pudding ...

Tied up in a calico cloth, ready to plunge into a huge pot of boiling water ... then to hang in a cool dark place till the big day ...

Boiling for hours and hours and hours Zzzzzzzzzzz ... Ooops off to top up the water ...

... pop back after Christmas and you'll see the flaming pud, on the day, in all it's glory.
Please don't ask for the recipe ...
If I give it to you I'll have to kill you ;~) ho, ho, ho!

Tuesday, 11 December 2007

Writers Island .. "The Moment."

Yikes ... put's it mildly when discovering the prompt ...

The next prompt here on the island will be… “The Moment”.
Maybe its the one to remember, or the one you wish you could forget, or the one your currently living in, or the one that changed your life, or the one you’ve always dreamed of, or the one you’ve always feared — perhaps it is the one of your most profound realization… what ever the moment you choose, please share it with us...

WHICH MOMENT ... ? How can a single moment be "THE MOMENT" ?

How about the sad childhood ... that one ???

Or the even sadder teens ... that moment ???

How about the moment when mother caught me wagging school and had my long hair cut into a boyish style ... that one???

How about the joyous moments of giving birth, the euphoria, the elation, the never before felt rapture ... that one???

The falling in and out of love ... ???

All the special occassions relating to my girls "firsts" ... first smile, first step, first drawing, first day at school, first time they said "I love you Mummy" ... those ones ???

The moment when I took a long hard look at myself ... that one ???

Or when someone beloved died ... that one ... ???

The moment of being first published ... that one ???

See ... there's tooooooooo many moments!!!

None of my singular moments will fit onto a small page or deserve to be compartmentalised. The moments relevant to this life all count.

Whether happy, inherited, hassels, horrid, human, hysterical, humiliating, hazy, hard, haphazard ... they're all part of the big picture, the humongous amount of moments ... that make yours truly ... precisely the same as this very moment!!

Sunday, 9 December 2007

Sunday Scribblings # 88 Competition

A game of Trivial Pursuit or Canasta is the best and only competition for me now!

Isn’t competition supposed to mean to strive, to achieve, to seek rivalry - don’t you think people have got that out of perspective? Isn’t competition difference, shouldn’t healthy competition go hand in hand with mutual respect?

Nothing irks me to the core, more, than when a story is being told and you can hear the so called listener, drawing breath, busting at the seams, revving up, ready to one up your story and blurt out, what they consider a similar or better story to the one you’re telling … communication isn’t a competition … don’t you want to scream “IT’S NOT A COMPETITION!!”

Like when you’re expecting a comment, relevant to what you’ve said or written and you receive a diatribe that’s only relevant to the other person! The people who dismiss your thoughts or contribution as they make it all about them as if your opinion is only a stepping stone to bore you with what’s going on in their own head … that’s infuriating, detestable competition.

Entering a competition, feeling sure that your entry is the winning one – no-one ever tells you not to lose heart if you don’t win. No one tells you competition is about difference. The opinion of the person judging or marking more than likely will never be the same as your’s … do these people ever realise how they frequently hurt people, deeply, because of their “qualified” judgement …

Best competitions are surely the competition of two sporting teams, especially if it’s 'your' team, the one you adore ... the exhilaration if your team wins …

The competition of your kids and grandkids vying for your attention is superb…

Of your dogs running towards you with their tails wagging off their backsides is the best or fluffy cats purring and pushing each other out of the way to get to your ankles is adorable competition ...

... but the very best of all is when you're feeling good inside after you've accomplished, beaten the odds, when the only person you had to compete against was the most important person you know ...YOU!

Wikipedia says ~~~
Competition is the rivalry of two or more parties over something. Competition occurs naturally between living organisms which coexist in an environment with limited resources. For example, animals compete over water supplies, food, and mates. In addition, humans compete for attention, wealth, prestige, and fame.

… who are those people who said competition is healthy … bah humbug???

Friday, 7 December 2007

Think before you judge people ...

The following certainly is food for thought ...

2 questions ...

Question 1.
If you knew a woman who was pregnant and had 8 kids already - three who were deaf,two who were blind, one mentally retarded - and she had Syphillis, would you recommendthat she have an abortion?

Read the next question before looking at the response for this one.

Question 2.
It is time to elect a new world leader, and only YOUR vote counts. Here are facts about the three candidates:

Candidate A. Associates with crooked politicians, and consults with astrologists. He's had two mistresses. He also chain smokes and drinks 8 to 10 martinis a day.

Candidate B. He was kicked out of office twice, sleeps until noon, used opium in college and drinks a quart of whiskey every evening.

Candidate C. He is a decorated war hero. He's a vegetarian, doesn't smoke, drinks an occasionalbeer and never cheated on his wife.

Which of these candidates would be your choice?

Decide first, no peeking ...

Candidate A. is Franklin D. Roosevelt
Candidate B. is Winston Churchill
Candidate C. is Adolf Hitler

On your answer to the abortion question: If you said YES, you just killed Beethoven.

Pretty interesting isn't it?

Should make a person think before judging another.

Amateurs built the Ark. Professionals built the Titanic.

Writers Island - "The Promise" ...

'The Promise' topic has exasperated me. I've pondered, remembered, revisted and relived a zillion memorable moments and you know what ...? I can think of a multitude of promises I made, a plethora I kept and a couple I broke ...
BUT ...
yikes ...
When I recall all the naffs that have broken promises to me ... subject closed!!!

Thursday, 6 December 2007

Vintage shopping ...

Beautiful shabby dresser, adorned with old books, vintage shoe lasts, a modern jewelry torso ...
Tea anyone? Picture this beautiful setting on a cool verandah, lovely friends, steaming tea and cup cakes all served on a fine china tea set from Reclaim ...
so many gift ideas ...a special English, vintage cup, saucer and plate from $25.00, modern magnets with a vintage look and message, glorious glass bottles, a mirror based lamp swathed in green muted silk chiffon ... luscious!!

Tuesday, 4 December 2007


Parsley is my most favourite herb. Sprinkle it over eggs, deep fry it, add to to salads, stir fry's or munch the tops of it when you see it in a window box ...

So green, so lush, so inviting, supposedly an aphrodisiac, the perfect cure for garlic breath, so imagine my delight ...
Sydney City Council have parsley growing, thriving, in planter boxes on the footpath / sidewalk of Harris Street Pyrmont, an inner city suburb of Sydney ... there's enough for everyone ...

Monday, 3 December 2007

Sunday, 2 December 2007

NSW Police Band ... crime shirkers ...

A pic from an episode of Blue Heelers or an Australian IDOL audition you ask ???

NOooooo ... it's too many police officers shirking the beat whilst under the guise of The NSW Police Band performing at a Sydney suburban street fair today.

No wonder we wait so long for police to answer a call ... too many are at band practice. What a rort. ... join the cops to fight crime, end up in a rock 'n'roll band, receive a cops wage ... how good is that !!!!

What an outrageous use of resources ... police salaries, instruments, chairs, music stands, sound equipment, sound engineers, huge trucks to carry the equipment, buses to transport the 'band' ... and the band plays on while crime and fear rages ...????????

Poetry or Stream of Consciousness???

Missing blogging
missing peace
death threats
laws broken
duty of care nil
nerves on edge
defendant released
awaiting trial
blogging & peace return

Sunday Scribblings # 87 WALK

A stroll along the promenade at Bondi Beach was THE place for young ladies to be seen on a warm Sunday afternoon in 1938.

Mum with her friend Coralie Martin, two fashionable 17 year olds in uncomplicated times.

A walk, a stroll, an amble on the prom was a pleasure, entertainment ... look at what we don't appreciate anymore, the simple joys of life, gone!

Tuesday, 27 November 2007

Writers Island ... "The Letter"

Joe Cocker recorded "The Letter" on his album

Mad Dogs and Englishmen

in 1970 ... see Joe do it live

AND ... here's the words ...

Give Me A Ticket For An Aeroplane

I Ain't Got Time To Take No Fast Train

Oh ,The Lonely Days Are Gone

I'm coming Home

My Baby She Wrote Me A Letter

I Don't Care How Much Money I Got To Spend

I got to get back to my baby again

Oh The Lonely Days Are Gone

I'm coming home

My Baby,

She Wrote Me A Letter

She Wrote Me A Letter

Said She Couldn't Live With Out Me No More

Listen To Me Mister can't ya see i got to get back to

My Baby Once More Anyway

Give Me A Ticket For An Aeroplane

I Ain't Got Time To Take No Fast Train

Oh ,The Lonely Days Are Gone

I'm coming home

My Baby She Wrote Me A Letter

She Wrote Me A Letter

Said She Couldn't Live With Out Me No More

Listen To Me Mister can't you see

I got to get back toMy Baby

Once More


Give Me A Ticket For An Aeroplane

I Ain't Got Time To Take No Fast Train

Oh ,The Lonely Days Are Gone

I'm coming home

My Baby She Wrote Me A Letter

My Baby Wrote Me A Letter

My Baby Wrote Me A Letter

My Baby Wrote Me A Letter

... wasn't that worth waiting for ???

A weight has been lifted ...

Thanks to Whiskeykitten for ...

A mental barrier was broken, a block removed, a hurdle overcome. I am so proud of myself, for reasons difficult to explain to the outsider. Unless someone knows what I have been through, what I have dealt with, this little barrier would seem insignificant and you’d probably say “so what?”
But for me, it’s a Big Thing, and I feel like this huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. A new spring in my step. A deeper breath and a bigger smile.
Yay Me!!

I need a lemon to take the smile off my face ... with faith in the justice system restored ...

Sunday, 25 November 2007

Sunday Scribblings #86 - "Misspent Youth"

Sunday Scribblings #86 "Misspent Youth" -
Did you "mis-spend" your youth? What kind of kid were you? Worrisome to your folks? Mature beyond your years? Wild? Shy? How did you spend you time? Out of curiosity, how many of you knew "what you wanted to be when you grew up" and accomplished it? How many times did you change your mind? Do you think your kid self would approve of you now?

I’ll do as asked and answer the prompt questions ...

Yes probably my youth was ‘misspent’ as was so many in the 50s, especially compared to today! No vocational guidance, limited life opportunities. Girls weren't encouraged to continue on to tertiary studies, why bother, why waste the money when all they would do was meet a boy, get married and have babies, was the parental attitude. The school curriculum choice’s for girls was ‘Domestic Science’ preparation for marriage, wifely duties and motherhood or “Shorthand and Typing", three years of high school to work in an office. We left school at fifteen, went to work and waited to be old enough ...

Only girls from wealthy families or the few who won a scholarship went to University. The rest of us had the choices of nurse, hairdresser, shop assistant, work in a bank or hope that a date on Saturday night would eventually lead to a ring on your finger, a white dress, a picket fence and babies.

We worked in boring jobs and husband hunted. We farewelled one of us, gasping in awe at her fashionable Kangaroo skin coat as she boarded a Qantas flight to London to pursue a modelling career as we, by this time, were pushing prams and watching "Days of out Lives."

I was worrisome to my folks from day one – unwanted, unplanned and not a boy! Tradition deemed a boy should be the first child to “carry on the family name."

was a quiet, unhappy, ugly kid that never did anything right.

I spent my time avoiding or recovering from “the whacking stick”.

I had no idea of what I wanted to be when I grew up, my future was to do as I was told and "be seen and not heard."

My mind was changed a zillion times depending on who was in charge.

My kid self would approve and love me now. I vaguely recall sitting at the kitchen tables of other kids mother's or women neighbour's, especially at those where I was forbidden, forever seeking love and safety … those women taught me well.

Saturday, 24 November 2007

It's a great day in Australia, John Howard defeated -

It's a great day in Australia today with the defeat of Australian Prime Minister in his parliamentary seat of Bennelong by ex ABC news front woman Maxine McKew eliminating him as leader of the nation!

A brilliant result, Australian's have finally shirked apathy, by voting the little turd out to pasture - it's wonderful to know that people power has toppled George "Dubya" Bush's best mate.

Let's hope the American people have the guts to do the same thing ... it's easy!

Thursday, 22 November 2007

Happy Thanksgiving ...

The fourth Thursday of November is the day people in the United States and Americans all over the world traditionally celebrate Thanksgiving.
What does it all mean I wondered so Wikipedia provided an informative description of what Thanksgiving meant ... here.

As a dedicated Martha fan I've salivated through November as she's prepared lavish feasts, brined a turkey and shown how to prepare other sumptuous treats ... now I understand why!

Happy Thanksgiving to all who are celebrating - save me a wing please!

Wednesday, 21 November 2007

Picks of the week Nov 21.

Beautiful Fina China English Tea Set Tea Pot with 4 cups & saucers - $120.00

Boxed sets of Vintage Silver & Gold Thai Dessert or Cake Forks - from $39.00

Notepaper many varieties - many prices - send beautiful notes to your Loved Ones.

Pop in for more gorgeous gifts for you or your family and friends ~~~

Tuesday, 20 November 2007

Writers Island "The Dream"

Begrudgingly I delve into the memory bank! Long past feelings and memories dredge up … I’ll appease unwanted surging memoirs with … well, isn’t that what writing’s for?

Dream is not in my vocabulary, neither during the day or night. Recollections of dealing with the angsting, pacing, fear and dread through endless sleepless nights while waiting for the fear of sleep to abate and pleading within for the soaring, the flying, the yearnings to land and the flight to end are no more.

Angry exhausted mornings are no more.

Seeking sleep with a clear mind where prescribed benzos are no longer the lull-a-bye are no more.

Now light reading, meditation and internal peace makes the ultimate end to each day. If the dream is sweet for you, be grateful!

Christmas Wish List Ideas ...

Started the Christmas wish list today ... wonder if the girls would like one of these?

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaa ... found it here ... she's gone to lie down - no wonder!

Sunday, 18 November 2007

Three Generations ...

Three generations ... warm, fuzzy feelings ;~)

Australian wins World Netball Championships!

Australia regained a familiar piece of silverware when they defeated New Zealand 42-38 in a bruising New World Netball World Championship final in Auckland last night!
Onya Girls!

Friday, 16 November 2007

Sunday Scribblings #85 'I Carry ...

I carry ... as little as possible. I have had the weight of the world on my shoulders from time to time, family, business, money, love life and all the usual shite! Now it's nought, zero, no baggage, no excess!

I carried boxes of lettuce, tomatoes, 20kg bags of spuds, onions and carrots - teetered around in the highest of heels , fell off them too; nobody did it better! In 1992 the back went, disks protruded, I embibed my way to surgery.

The line of the time was my back was going to the highest bidder. People up and down the east coast had been sweating on the opportunity to stab me in the back - defenses were down, someone was trying to get a start at Centrbet ... roll up, roll up. The other side readied themselves to take the already embedded steel out of my back reckoning I was crumbling under the weight of the steel ... it was a funny time!!

Seriously I've never been so scared ... surgical knives were not the type I'd expected ... a Laminectomy, wasn't that the covering on kitchen tables and benches ?????

Now the only things I carry are my head high and my back straight - it has to last me at least another 40 years! There'll be no risking it by carrying a single thing for anyone else! OK I know I look a dag dragging a tartan shopping trolley ... but I want to be capable of carrying those wings high and not let the halo slip!

No sex, No supper ...

Twenty five years ago the cry was ...
"No sex, no supper, just tupper, tupper, tupper" ... yes, I was a Tupperware demonstrator!
Never were the colours as bright, the uses as many! The lifetime guarantee still stands. From now chock-a-block cupboard of unused Tupperware doesn't fall out each time I open the door, it's been reborn, the broken seals (not lids please) have been replaced ... the realisation of just how darn good the stuff is compared to that other rubbish you buy as containers from twenty five years ago still do the job ... I'm Tupperised again ... and Tupperwaving!
... AND ... ask me if you need the number of a great demonstrator or if you need replacements! But watch out ... she'll attempt to lure you into holding a party or to return to the fold ... fat chance!

Thursday, 15 November 2007

Pick of the week Nov 14 ...

Beautiful vintage china pieces for the sideboard or the kitchen from $40.00

Stunning very retro lamp

"Oh God I'm so Bloody Blonde Sometimes" ~ Journals, Mugs, Vanity Purses from $20.00.

Pop in and visit the gorgeous girls

Wednesday, 14 November 2007

A yard of cat ...

Fed, brushed, played, flaked ... what a life ... bewdiful Blossom!

Tuesday, 13 November 2007

Writers Island #9 Friendship ...

The Ultimate Betrayal.

She was my best friend. I confided I surmised the husband had a girlfriend. Her advice, “give him the flick.” On Christmas Day Mother told me beware; she’d seen them kiss. Nahhhhh she’s my best friend I defended. People told me they’d seen the husband and best friend together. When asked he confirmed that he’d “bumped into her”. The love child told me the best friend had been at the house when I was working nights (the husband worked days) the husband said the love child was dreaming! I rang the husband one afternoon to ask what he’d like for dinner and was told he hadn’t been at that job for two days. I knew the best friend was off work sick! Suddenly two and two made four! I caught a bus to the best friends house, the husband’s car was parked outside! They wouldn’t answer the door so my fist went through the plate glass. She called the police I ran, I hid, I was scared. He was my true love! Other women’s men had always been out of bounds! I threw him out! They were together nine years! She loathed my children, they reminded her of me. She was a dog, once she'd been served a bowl of dog food for breakfast when she’d stayed, uninvited, overnight in a bachelor pad, I'd felt sorry for her! Shortly before he died he told the love child he’d met someone else … he never got to leave. They rarely change do they? The ex - best friend was last seen with the father of someone else’s children. No more women best friends! Diagnosis - the ultimate betrayal!

YUMI'S Dips - Gluten Free and Dairy Free and Kosher too ...

Life is complete! I've discovered the ultimate treat - Gluten free AND Dairy free and Kosher as well - especially coming up to the festive season where now it 's BYO dip!
Yumi, pronounced Yooomi, the creator of these and other delicasies is a genuis!
I saw TUNA with Caramelised Onion, Tuna with Tomato & something (no nightshades for me) and the delectable Tuna with Cracked Black Pepper & Lemon!
If their not in your local store then contact ~~~
Yumi's Fresh Quality Food 6 - 8 Arnold St, Cheltenham, Victoria 3192 Ph: 03-9585-6444.
Pass the rice crakers please ...

Monday, 12 November 2007

Howard v Rudd ... what hope is there?

Look at this pair of shiesters ... what's going on behind those glistening, pasted on smirks, they could be related ... is this the best male talent Australia can produce ... shameful ???

C'mon Australia, drop the apathy, remember what's transpired, for goodness sake vote wisely ... 12 days to go!

Seven Random and / or Weird Things about Me.

Seven Random and / or Weird Things about Me.

The very lovely Gill tagged me ...

Here are the rules:
Link to the person that tagged you, and post the rules on your blog.
Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself.
Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
Let each person know that they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

In no particular order here's the 7 about Moi.

* What you see is what you get, with no hidden agenda. If I say I'll do it, I will, if you’re in need I’m the there for you. I'm a problem solver too!

*I’m curious, I want to know WHY? Where things came from, who invented that, who said that, who are you, what does that mean, what’s the root cause plus a devourer of genealogy and women's social history.

* I cry at the drop of a hat! My girls make me blub with a gift, a kind word, a gesture or their being! I bawl at movies, seeing animals hurt, baby's born, a parade, a wedding, a funeral, a show, a concert. I cry laughing too!

*I’ve a low tolerance level ... loathe people noise, don’t stand liars, fools, whingers, perpetual ‘why me’ wallowers and negative people. If people don’t reciprocate, I’m over them! What I lack in finesse I make up for in bluntness!

* I’ve no regrets and like who I am now!

* I’m a collector – it once was people - now I seek beautiful, quirky objects, old and unusual where I can test my ability to create something out of 'nothing' - equally so out of a fridge or pantry for the unexpected uninvited!

* I see the funny side of almost everything ... love a laugh, adore making others laugh too! Life's too darn short to be miserable, get over yourself people ... my fave I'm Over It applies!

Now ... for the next 7 ... obligation free ...
Herb Urban
pen and the sword
If you'd prefer to decline, that's cool ... anyone who'd like to ... you're tagged!

Saturday, 10 November 2007

Sunday Scribblings #84 - Left and Right

The first thing that zoomed into my head when I read the prompt was recollections of the people who've irritated the life out of me by their lack of letting their left hand know what their right hand was doing!

Yes ... I know another adage, I love an adage or two, don't know why ... easy ... I thought, everyone knows those quirky people ... you know the ones, unco-ordinated, can't get their act together ???

The ones that only tell you half the story, usually aren't organised, frequently haven't heard the whole story and mess up a task or plans ... well that's what I thought when I started this ... but curiosity led me to Google and here's the origin ...

The left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing

Meaning ~
One's varied interests are kept separate.

Origin ~
This originates from the Bible, Matthew 6:3 (King James Version)

But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth.
That meaning alluded to the wisdom of not giving oneself credit for providing charity to others - just give and forget about it. That view was reiterated by Henry Thoreau in his Walden; or life in the woods, 1854:"If you should ever be betrayed into any of these philanthropies, do not let your left hand know what your right hand does, for it is not worth knowing."
The original meaning of the phrase is now lost. We presently use the phrase to suggest that, in business, one should keep one's interests independent of each other.

SOoooooo ... that's blown that theory out the window ... NEXT!

Thursday, 8 November 2007

SCRABULOUS - wordsmith's apply here ...

Calling all Scrabble players or wordsmith's ...

Have you heard of any of the following words?


























ZEKS ... and the list goes on ...

This morning I got sucked in to SCRABULOUS and whilst playing 'the robot' these were some of the doozies that came up as the darn thing beat the crap out of me time and time again!

Haaaaaaaa ... what about some of these words ... ok a few have homes in lexicons ... but the rest ... ?

Wednesday, 7 November 2007

~ Picks of the week ~ 7/11

Gorgeous French blue nest of three tables ~ $350.00.
Stunning restored French country dresser, perfect for any room $1000.00.

The beautiful hand made baby toys start from $20.00 each.

Black lady retro lamp $285.00 ~ Bakewell jugs from $40.00 ~

Hand made, Chenille beach/nappy bag $110.

Pop back every Wednesday for more fabularity ~~~

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