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 ~~~

Tuesday, 6 November 2007

Writers Island #8 - Unforgettable: The Melbourne Cup!

Unforgettable has to be the iconic Melbourne Cup Day . This historical horse race, run on the first Tuesday in November and regarded as "the race that stops the nation" brings the majority of Australia to a stand still at 3pm, as the 3200 metres event runs. Recognized as one of the world 's greatest handicap races it is held at Flemington, a glorious suburban racecourse in Melbourne, named after a butcher who once lived there.

The first Cup was run in 1861. There were 17 starters, along with the cash prize of 170 quid, there was no 'cup' but a hand beaten gold watch and Archer, the winning horse, had walked the 500 miles / 800 kms to Melbourne from its stable in Nowra, New South Wales to compete, took home the spoils!

Since the inaugural horse race meeting in 1810 Australians have become renowned as some of the worlds greatest sports whether competing or having a punt or a wager, no matter their age someone, somewhere is running a Melbourne Cup sweep in the hope of being able to brag they had the winning horse! From school kids to the Aussie troops in Iraq and Afghanistan a flutter is a must on this day!

Whether on course or at parties across the country at race courses, restaurants, offices or puns you'll find hat's, hunks, fillies, flappers, winners, whiners, flutterers, fascinators, the fascinating and lets not forget the splurgers and the spewers! The gorgeous image of those pretty young things that consume too much champagne, too soon, seen with carrots in their fascinators often before the big race has run, being escorted from the venue by embarassed friends or foes obviously contemplating how swiftly they can remove the offenders details from their address book, never ceases to amaze.

Squillions of dollars are seen on the track in sponsorship, horse flesh and the flesh of the not so young salubrious fillies who turn the Spring Racing Carnival, of which the Melbourne Cup has become the highlight, into a major social event! It's a public holiday in the state of Victoria and many people across the country organise the day off work - Aussie's love it!

Unforgettable Melbourne Cup luncheons are advertised all over, for me it's the Peter Alexander's, a flutter via the online TAB , plus the live telecast of THE race ... now that's unforgettable!


My reward to myself after almost two days computer-less is to join up at NaBloPoMo ... OK I'm late but ... isn't it a more fun to leave the best till last?

The challenge ... to commit to blog every day for November is right up my alley!

Massive computer crack up plummeted me into the doldrums, I'm baccckkk ... nothing or no-one infectious will invade ever again ...

Now my PC is armed and dangerous ... packin' every security device known to any nerd ... I.O.U. big time MJ!

Saturday, 3 November 2007

Sunday Scribblings # 83 MONEY.

Don't cringe when you hear ‘money is the root of all evil’! It's OK. Check Timothy 6:10 in the bible where the correct text is 'For the love of money is a root of all of evil.’ That was relevant at the time. To maintain such an ancient adage as the majority struggle in a world of convoluted economy is broad, unfair and outdated. Don't be scared, money equals survival, the amount depends on how well we do it. Evil comes in many forms.

Any object whether money, a writing implement, a rock, a gun, a thought or a belief in the hands of the wrong person, can lead to evil. Money or some other cultural currency has historically and traditionally been used since time began yet, the rich get richer and the poor get poorer … there’s a tradition that’s flourished! Enough deliberating ...

Instead let's start singing … Money songs ... there's oodles of them ...

Money, Money, Money by Abba … it’s OK I can hear you singing!!!! Money can’t buy my love by the Beatles, well that’s rot, of cause it can, money can buy plenty of love even with a happy ending! Anyone who says they’d rather be poor and happy, than rich and happy needs their prescription checked

What about … The Beatles' - Money (that's What I Want)? Around here an extra hundred dollars a week would ease the burden. Bob Seeger’s - Ain’t got no money … recalls the been there, done that episodes. The lyrics to Money changes everything by Cindi Lauper is spot on, change depends on wise or stupid decisions … no excuses, no blame!

But top of the pops has to be She works hard for the money by Donna Summer dedicated to decades of tote-ing that barge and lifting that bale … the consequences of being born beautiful not rich.

A money song search at Google revealed there are 354 songs on or about money ... yikes I'd forgotten to add Money makes the world go round - from Cabaret … wheeeeeeeee! But for now my fave is Simply Red’s - Money’s too tight to mention … that’s money for you ; it’s made round to go round and made flat to stack ... ka-ching!!!!

Thursday, 1 November 2007

Ta Daaaaa ... Contours : for women on the go!

The deals done!

Nov 1 , 2007 ... a life first ... signed up ... gym membership!

The old philosophy : thin may be in, but fat's where it at ... gorn!

Now it's gym and 1200 calories a day ... why??

In the words of my guru buddy of mine you don't see old fat people ...

The goal ... to grow up to be a centenarian!
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