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FAIR FAT AND FORTY: Never mess with a woman who can pull rank.
And remember .....
Never keep up with the Joneses. Drag them down to your level

This Week's Choice

David Cassidy the teen idol and star of The Partridge Family has passed away at the age of 67. In tribute to him, this week's choice is I Think I Love You....

Tuesday, 24 August 2010

Australian Election 2010

The Mad Monk on the left, the Red Head on the right
Julia Gillard became Prime Minister two months ago when Labor party members made a political move and decided it was time for the then PM Kevin Rudd to step down. Rudd had been on the nose for some time - and had he gone to election, it was felt he would lose them the election. And so - Ms. Gillard was given the job.

We went to the polls on Saturday 21st August and it's looking like a hung Parliament. Of the 150 seats, Labor has 72, Libs 70, Greens 1, Independants 3 and still in doubt 4. A party needs 76 seats to form a government.

If neither of the big two (Labor and Coalition) get 76, whoever either gets more or can get the 3 Independants on their side (the Greenie will side with Labor), will then go to the Governor General and ask to form government.

Oh, decisions, decisions. Will it be the mad monk or the red headed lefty? Some say they think Abbott will be in.......who knows. One thing is for sure, unless they (whoever they may turn out to be) can work with the Independanst, it doesn't bode well for an easy time.

If I Was Prime Minister
If I was Prime Minister
Of all the Ausie states
I'd live on chocolate truffles
And swing on all the gates.

I'd have lots of money
What I wanted I would get,
I'd buy me a brand new car
And then a Lear jet.

I wouldn't have to worry
When the water bill fell due
Or phone, or gas, or SEC
They'd all be paid by you.
(The tax-payer)

I'd be living like a king,
Rub shoulders with the best
And then I could look down my nose
At all the poor in jest.

And so you see dear people
As dear old Malcolm said,
"Life wasn't meant to be easy",
You elelcted me instead.

Thursday, 12 August 2010

What Kind of Flower Are You?

I did a quiz titled "What kind of flower are you"? and the result was...well a little disappoining. Visions of all the beautiful flowers in the world rose in my mind, I love roses, stately hollyhocks, delphiniums, fragrant freesias, all kinds of flowers really. I hit the 'submit' button and found out I am an --- Echinacea.
"This is What Kind Of Flower You Are
You Are an Echinacea

"You are a health conscious person, both your health and the health of others. You know all about the health benefits and dangers of the world around you."

Oh dear, I'm not a very pretty flower now am I? Why couldn't I have been a rose? Or at least a hydrangea.

Oh well, at least I can look at the flowers in an English Country Garden -

Saturday, 7 August 2010

Remember When...........

Remember when things were different? When you always left the back door open? Your next door neighbour popped in for a "cuppa"...when your mother asked the lady next door for a cup of sugar...when the kitchen was where everything happened... and you had lino on the floor and the cupboards were painted red...

and the ice man came each week....when your parents finally bought a fridgedaire...when mothers always wore an apron and the aroma in the kitchen heralded dinner was nearly ready...

when there were hardly any cars on the road...petrol was cheap and you'd go for a Sunday drive...

when the letter boxes were red and the postie came twice a day and once on Saturdays...when Monday was washing day and Tuesday was for ironing...Wednesday was "poor night".....Friday was fish and chips...on Saturdays dads went to the footy and you always knew if his team lost because you'd hear the dustbin being kicked...

very few people had a caravan...holidays were a week at the beach in the summer holidays...bathers were frilly things with elastic and nothing ever showed...when a ladder was what appeared in stockings...when you'd play outside on the road until tea time...grass was something you mowed...there was sawdust on the butcher's floor...biscuits came in large tins and were sold by weight...a meat pie cost 10d...pocket money was "tuppence" and you'd spend ages deciding which lollies to buy...lollies were 4 a ha'penny...
you always had roast lamb with all the trimmings every Sunday followed by apple sponge...and the leftovers were made into a casserole on Monday...the radio was set to 3DB and there was no television...families did things together and you made your own fun...remember those was simpler then
I sometimes wonder if the children of today are better off - with all the new-fangled gadgetry and technology are they happier? Somehow...I don't think so.

A blast from the past
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