Battle Lines Are Drawn
Beattie made his announcement not long ago in Gympie regarding his proposal for Traveston Dam. How gracious of him...he's decided to make the dam smaller...500 properties instead of 900 will be flooded! And, as an afterthought...if the dam proves not to be big enough upon its completion...around 2011...or so...or thereabouts or thereafter...it's size will be increased at a later date. Well, damn, Mr Beattie...what do the people on those surrounding properties do in the meantime? Can you answer that question? In my way of reckoning, it sure as hell wouldn't make them want to look towards the future and be productive in the meantime! I guess, it's one way the government will be able to snaffle up those remaining properties at a lower price! Geez! I wonder if Mr Beattie would like to live on tenterhooks, the way his announcement today has made these people's lives! Words fail me! There is absolutely nothing logical about today's decision...nothing, naught...zilch!
The battle isn't over, Mr Beattie...it's just begun! You've waved the red flag...don't expect a white flag from those who oppose your folly...'Traveston Travesty'! Damn you and shame on you, Peter Beattie!
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Monday, July 03, 2006
Big Brother Beattie's Lost The Plot!
The latest debacle over the inane, brain-numbing and dumbing 'Big Brother' television show should bring this show to its long-awaited and desired demise. It should be dead and buried, never to be resurrected. However, our illustrious 'white knight', 'man of steel', 'knight in shining armour', 'the pride of all dentists, the world over', Peter Beattie uttered more memorable words yesterday...words that should be engraved in his political tombstone! (Along with those utterances issued forth from his gleaming teeth-framed mouth about the engineers and geologists damning reports over the Traveston Dam travesty...quote: "I don't believe them" End quote!)
Mr Beattie stated the State Government would continue subsidising 'Big Brother'..(it's nice to know where our taxes go, isn't it?). Beattie thinks it's nice to create local television production jobs. Well, Mr Beattie there must be better shows to subsidise...how about subsidising not only the production jobs...but the writers, animators, graphic artists, actors, directors, goffers, editors et al, to enable them to produce shows worth watching and worthy of our time, not brain-dead rot like 'Big Brother'! Please...don't insult me, Mr Beattie.
Beattie went on to say, quote "If you destroy television production in Australia...then all we do is import American crap." Great stuff, Mr Beattie! Unbelievable that these words came out of his mouth...or is it?
If Beattie is proud of crap like 'Big Brother', then it really makes his stance on building dams believable, doesn't it? (Excuse me while I remove my tongue from my cheek!)
The latest debacle over the inane, brain-numbing and dumbing 'Big Brother' television show should bring this show to its long-awaited and desired demise. It should be dead and buried, never to be resurrected. However, our illustrious 'white knight', 'man of steel', 'knight in shining armour', 'the pride of all dentists, the world over', Peter Beattie uttered more memorable words yesterday...words that should be engraved in his political tombstone! (Along with those utterances issued forth from his gleaming teeth-framed mouth about the engineers and geologists damning reports over the Traveston Dam travesty...quote: "I don't believe them" End quote!)
Mr Beattie stated the State Government would continue subsidising 'Big Brother'..(it's nice to know where our taxes go, isn't it?). Beattie thinks it's nice to create local television production jobs. Well, Mr Beattie there must be better shows to subsidise...how about subsidising not only the production jobs...but the writers, animators, graphic artists, actors, directors, goffers, editors et al, to enable them to produce shows worth watching and worthy of our time, not brain-dead rot like 'Big Brother'! Please...don't insult me, Mr Beattie.
Beattie went on to say, quote "If you destroy television production in Australia...then all we do is import American crap." Great stuff, Mr Beattie! Unbelievable that these words came out of his mouth...or is it?
If Beattie is proud of crap like 'Big Brother', then it really makes his stance on building dams believable, doesn't it? (Excuse me while I remove my tongue from my cheek!)
Sunday, July 02, 2006
What Men Want...
I often wonder if they know! Or if they think about it. Do men think? That's a pertinent question!
It's different when younger but as one grows older, compromise slips through the window. It's harder to find the perfect partner, if one is looking, that is! Is there such a thing as 'the perfect partner'? I doubt it very much.
Men should learn how to enhance their good points. I'm sure they must have some! They must learn to reach inside themselves and discover qualities they don't know they have or are afraid to show. It's time men did a bit of self-examination...and I don't mean checking each other out at the trough!
I often wonder if they know! Or if they think about it. Do men think? That's a pertinent question!
It's different when younger but as one grows older, compromise slips through the window. It's harder to find the perfect partner, if one is looking, that is! Is there such a thing as 'the perfect partner'? I doubt it very much.
Men should learn how to enhance their good points. I'm sure they must have some! They must learn to reach inside themselves and discover qualities they don't know they have or are afraid to show. It's time men did a bit of self-examination...and I don't mean checking each other out at the trough!
When The Whistle Blows on a State of Origin Legend...
Legendary State of Origin referee, Barry Gomersall (it's a pity the World Cup Soccer series don't have referees of his quality, knowledge and professionalism!) is battling non-operable prostate cancer. But like the fighter he proved to be during his tenure as a rugby league coach, one who proved his prowess and strength in the face of a battle over and over again, he's not giving up easily. Apparently, Barry Gomersall has had a remarkable turn-around in this greatest battle of all. Instead of gruelling sessions of chemotherapy, he opted to undergo natural therapy that's given him no side effects. Good for him! So many folk 'poo-hoo' natural therapies in preference for the many drugs willingly handed out to them by their doctors.
A number of years ago, I had a greengrocery/healthfood store in Noosa. A young lass of around 20 years of age came in to my store with her mother to purchase goods. Pippa, the daughter, had cancer. Her mother, who was a remarkable woman, had taken control. During their holiday in Noosa, I got to know them quite well. Pippa's mother, who had had a high profile career, gave it all up to concentrate on restoring her daughter's health...by natural foods, therapies etc. The family sold up their Melbourne home to relocate to the Dandenongs where they grew their own produce etc., and drank pure mountain water. With her mother's dedication and strength, Pippa came through her battle with cancer. I wish more people would understand the power and goodness of nature, rather than depend on chemicals produced by drug companies and passed on to them by medical practitioners.
Legendary State of Origin referee, Barry Gomersall (it's a pity the World Cup Soccer series don't have referees of his quality, knowledge and professionalism!) is battling non-operable prostate cancer. But like the fighter he proved to be during his tenure as a rugby league coach, one who proved his prowess and strength in the face of a battle over and over again, he's not giving up easily. Apparently, Barry Gomersall has had a remarkable turn-around in this greatest battle of all. Instead of gruelling sessions of chemotherapy, he opted to undergo natural therapy that's given him no side effects. Good for him! So many folk 'poo-hoo' natural therapies in preference for the many drugs willingly handed out to them by their doctors.
A number of years ago, I had a greengrocery/healthfood store in Noosa. A young lass of around 20 years of age came in to my store with her mother to purchase goods. Pippa, the daughter, had cancer. Her mother, who was a remarkable woman, had taken control. During their holiday in Noosa, I got to know them quite well. Pippa's mother, who had had a high profile career, gave it all up to concentrate on restoring her daughter's health...by natural foods, therapies etc. The family sold up their Melbourne home to relocate to the Dandenongs where they grew their own produce etc., and drank pure mountain water. With her mother's dedication and strength, Pippa came through her battle with cancer. I wish more people would understand the power and goodness of nature, rather than depend on chemicals produced by drug companies and passed on to them by medical practitioners.
Superman Pretender!
Sometime this week, with little or no advance warning, our ego-maniacal premier, Peter 'Media-Tart' Beattie will visit the proposed site of 'Beattie's Folly'. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No...it's 'Super-Beattie'! He'll give no warning of his pending arrival, of course. He doesn't want the rest of Queensland to know about the anti-dam protesters. He doesn't want the rest of Queensland to know of the heartache being experienced by the people of the Mary Valley and its surrounds by the loss of their homes and livelihoods. Hundreds of displaced people with unsurety about their future and the future of their children. Nor does he wish to bring to the attention of the populace how he intends flooding acres and acres of fertile, productive land.
www.couriermail.news.com.au/story/0,20797,19641541-3102,00.html
The above article is worth reading.
Sometime this week, with little or no advance warning, our ego-maniacal premier, Peter 'Media-Tart' Beattie will visit the proposed site of 'Beattie's Folly'. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No...it's 'Super-Beattie'! He'll give no warning of his pending arrival, of course. He doesn't want the rest of Queensland to know about the anti-dam protesters. He doesn't want the rest of Queensland to know of the heartache being experienced by the people of the Mary Valley and its surrounds by the loss of their homes and livelihoods. Hundreds of displaced people with unsurety about their future and the future of their children. Nor does he wish to bring to the attention of the populace how he intends flooding acres and acres of fertile, productive land.
www.couriermail.news.com.au/story/0,20797,19641541-3102,00.html
The above article is worth reading.
Friday, June 30, 2006
Big Brother....Myth or Reality!
Never fear....Big Brother is here!
Compulsory seat belts were the first! Well, maybe not the 'first'...but we remember it well when the wearing of seat belts became compulsory. Yep...that's when the rot started to set in. Inroads into our rights really began. Now, cigarette smokers are banned from society! Oh! Dear! Wicked, wicked people! If I had the money, I would open a restaurant/bar that catered for cigarette and cigar smokers only. Non-smokers would be relegated to the back area, underneath the air-conditioning outlets outside on plastic tables and chairs, near the garbage bins! The restaurant would be decked out with leather, chrome, brass, the best of cutlerly and crockery...pure cotton napkins and tablecloths. Discrimination...yes, of course! Civil liberties...yes...of course!
I am so totally sick of all the rule makers! "He who casts the first stone!"
Never fear....Big Brother is here!
Compulsory seat belts were the first! Well, maybe not the 'first'...but we remember it well when the wearing of seat belts became compulsory. Yep...that's when the rot started to set in. Inroads into our rights really began. Now, cigarette smokers are banned from society! Oh! Dear! Wicked, wicked people! If I had the money, I would open a restaurant/bar that catered for cigarette and cigar smokers only. Non-smokers would be relegated to the back area, underneath the air-conditioning outlets outside on plastic tables and chairs, near the garbage bins! The restaurant would be decked out with leather, chrome, brass, the best of cutlerly and crockery...pure cotton napkins and tablecloths. Discrimination...yes, of course! Civil liberties...yes...of course!
I am so totally sick of all the rule makers! "He who casts the first stone!"
Is There Such a Thing As Paradise?
"Paradise"....'para-dice'...meaning from Lee's Aussie Leesaurus...a sacred dream of perfection.
A place in which no ticks that love to bury their heads in tender areas of my body, dwell. Where no flies, midges, sandflies and flies dare enter.
A place wherein when one says he/she is going to do something, he/she does it. A place where expectations are met. Where love outweighs hate...where tenderness replaces violence...where empathy replaces apathy. A place where respect of each other is mutual. Where cowards do not exist. Where consideration of the feelings of another is of most importantce
Where corruption and deceit are non-existent. Where lies are unknown. Where belief in one's self is allowed to grow and be. A place where respect for each other is a given. Where greedy selfishness is replaced by the true meaning of 'selfishness'. Where no falsehood is allowed. A place where prejudices and assumptions are banned. Where the only games are played in the sports/games arenas. Paradise is where hidden agendas are non-existent.
Where murder, rape, war, abuse, poverty are unknown.
Paradise is where the battle for life, the battle to exist, do not exist.
Paradise is...to be free...to live in a democratic society...to be an individual. Where one has the right to live as an individual.
Paradise is to be able to listen, to learn...to appreciate what the other is saying, thinking or feeling.
Paradise is not to be dictated to or dictate to....
To keep one's true dentity...to perceive reality...where knowledge is gained by fact and not pretention.
Where human life is valued most highly.
Where self-esteem is valued most highly. Where ego is understood.
Where truth is.
Where precious means...precious...and having the ability to recognise it. Where being intelligent is accepted. Where intelligence is recognising stupidity.
Paradise is meeting your soul mate and being able to face the recognition. Paradise is not being frightened of opening yourself to that person. Paradise is not being afraid.
Paradise is to laugh, openly and loudly...not at another, but with another.
Paradise is to remember the past fondly...to use the best of it and be able to toss away the debris. Paradise is to cherish the present and be excited about the future.
Where the impotent have no place...where the concept of 'right' is clear. Where mediocrity has no place. Where morality is not juggled. Where standards are high.
Where the Broncos win...and the Maroons win the 'State of Origin'!
"Paradise"....'para-dice'...meaning from Lee's Aussie Leesaurus...a sacred dream of perfection.
A place in which no ticks that love to bury their heads in tender areas of my body, dwell. Where no flies, midges, sandflies and flies dare enter.
A place wherein when one says he/she is going to do something, he/she does it. A place where expectations are met. Where love outweighs hate...where tenderness replaces violence...where empathy replaces apathy. A place where respect of each other is mutual. Where cowards do not exist. Where consideration of the feelings of another is of most importantce
Where corruption and deceit are non-existent. Where lies are unknown. Where belief in one's self is allowed to grow and be. A place where respect for each other is a given. Where greedy selfishness is replaced by the true meaning of 'selfishness'. Where no falsehood is allowed. A place where prejudices and assumptions are banned. Where the only games are played in the sports/games arenas. Paradise is where hidden agendas are non-existent.
Where murder, rape, war, abuse, poverty are unknown.
Paradise is where the battle for life, the battle to exist, do not exist.
Paradise is...to be free...to live in a democratic society...to be an individual. Where one has the right to live as an individual.
Paradise is to be able to listen, to learn...to appreciate what the other is saying, thinking or feeling.
Paradise is not to be dictated to or dictate to....
To keep one's true dentity...to perceive reality...where knowledge is gained by fact and not pretention.
Where human life is valued most highly.
Where self-esteem is valued most highly. Where ego is understood.
Where truth is.
Where precious means...precious...and having the ability to recognise it. Where being intelligent is accepted. Where intelligence is recognising stupidity.
Paradise is meeting your soul mate and being able to face the recognition. Paradise is not being frightened of opening yourself to that person. Paradise is not being afraid.
Paradise is to laugh, openly and loudly...not at another, but with another.
Paradise is to remember the past fondly...to use the best of it and be able to toss away the debris. Paradise is to cherish the present and be excited about the future.
Where the impotent have no place...where the concept of 'right' is clear. Where mediocrity has no place. Where morality is not juggled. Where standards are high.
Where the Broncos win...and the Maroons win the 'State of Origin'!
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Rid Us of Ridiculous Radicals!
A report in today's 'The Australian' claims two of Australia's most radical Islamic Clerics will be leading a conference in July at RMIT University, Melbourne. It's claimed these radicals will be using the conference to recruit followers to their sect! Terrific news, isn't it? These clerics of a fundamentalist sect shouldn't be allowed to remain in this country, let alone conduct and attend the three-day conference! If I had a hidden agenda similar to their not-so-hidden agenda, I'd be booted out without a second thought! What's going on here? Why does our government close its eyes to this? We don't need, and nor do we want these dangerous clowns in this country! Banish them from our shores!
While on the subject of radical Islamics...although the Indonesian Government has arrested and prosecuted more terrorists than any other government in the past four years and the Indonesian police continue to uncover terrorist cells (so it is recorded and reported), their short jail term and early release of Jemaah Islamiah spiritual leader, Abu Bakar Bashir, still rubs raw in the West. He's banned from overseas travel and has had his assets frozen but that won't stop him from preaching and teaching his hate of all things Western in his schools. He needs no assets. His loyal followers will look after him. So, I imagine, it would matter little to him that his 'assets are frozen'. His schools' enrolments, it's reported, have more than doubled since his release a couple of weeks ago. Many Islamics class him as a martyr who symbolises the suffering of Muslims at the hands of the ruling, supreme West. It never ceases to amaze me just how many martyrs Islamics need! They just keep needing and wanting more and more! And I just can't help wondering how much suffering they really do suffer at the hands of the West. I bet there are some in Iraq, Afghanistan and elsewhere who would argue that point!
A report in today's 'The Australian' claims two of Australia's most radical Islamic Clerics will be leading a conference in July at RMIT University, Melbourne. It's claimed these radicals will be using the conference to recruit followers to their sect! Terrific news, isn't it? These clerics of a fundamentalist sect shouldn't be allowed to remain in this country, let alone conduct and attend the three-day conference! If I had a hidden agenda similar to their not-so-hidden agenda, I'd be booted out without a second thought! What's going on here? Why does our government close its eyes to this? We don't need, and nor do we want these dangerous clowns in this country! Banish them from our shores!
While on the subject of radical Islamics...although the Indonesian Government has arrested and prosecuted more terrorists than any other government in the past four years and the Indonesian police continue to uncover terrorist cells (so it is recorded and reported), their short jail term and early release of Jemaah Islamiah spiritual leader, Abu Bakar Bashir, still rubs raw in the West. He's banned from overseas travel and has had his assets frozen but that won't stop him from preaching and teaching his hate of all things Western in his schools. He needs no assets. His loyal followers will look after him. So, I imagine, it would matter little to him that his 'assets are frozen'. His schools' enrolments, it's reported, have more than doubled since his release a couple of weeks ago. Many Islamics class him as a martyr who symbolises the suffering of Muslims at the hands of the ruling, supreme West. It never ceases to amaze me just how many martyrs Islamics need! They just keep needing and wanting more and more! And I just can't help wondering how much suffering they really do suffer at the hands of the West. I bet there are some in Iraq, Afghanistan and elsewhere who would argue that point!
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
It's Time To Reconsider Capital Punishment.
The horrific sexual assault and cold-blooded murder of 8 year old Sofia Rodrigez-Urrutia-Shu in the public toilets at a Perth shopping centre proves capital punishment should be re-introduced in this country. No excuses given by the so-called 'do-gooders-civil libertarians' are worth listening to (are they ever worth listening to?). This innocent little girl's 21 year old killer knew exactly what he was doing. He deserves no clemency, no pity. He showed none towards his young victim. He doesn't deserve to live. It's clear-cut...he did the atrocious, despicable, deplorable crime...he has to pay with his life...no question. The little girl's family have to grieve her loss and the horror of her death for the rest of their lives. They, too, are victims. The mongrel who caused this should not be allowed to continue living. An 'eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth'....give him the needle or the electric chair...I opt for the chair...a needle is too subtle for him.
The horrific sexual assault and cold-blooded murder of 8 year old Sofia Rodrigez-Urrutia-Shu in the public toilets at a Perth shopping centre proves capital punishment should be re-introduced in this country. No excuses given by the so-called 'do-gooders-civil libertarians' are worth listening to (are they ever worth listening to?). This innocent little girl's 21 year old killer knew exactly what he was doing. He deserves no clemency, no pity. He showed none towards his young victim. He doesn't deserve to live. It's clear-cut...he did the atrocious, despicable, deplorable crime...he has to pay with his life...no question. The little girl's family have to grieve her loss and the horror of her death for the rest of their lives. They, too, are victims. The mongrel who caused this should not be allowed to continue living. An 'eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth'....give him the needle or the electric chair...I opt for the chair...a needle is too subtle for him.
Monday, June 26, 2006
The Dream's Not Ended....Just Stalled!
The Socceroos didn't lose the game this morning. It was stolen from them by another referee error. My feeling of deflation at the end of the game was indescribable. It's time video judges were brought into the game as used in Rugby Union and Rugby League games. These kinds of vital mistakes would stop. I've only watched a couple of games and each time similar crucial errors were made by referees. In such important games, at least, like the one this morning, video replay must become considered a necessity. There was too much at stake in this morning's game for this to have occurred! Shame on whomever they are, who make the rules and sit on the 'powers-that-be' seats of this code of football. Hopefully, they will learn from what is happening in this series and not think they are 'untouchable, unapproachable and unchangeable'!
The Socceroos didn't lose the game this morning. It was stolen from them by another referee error. My feeling of deflation at the end of the game was indescribable. It's time video judges were brought into the game as used in Rugby Union and Rugby League games. These kinds of vital mistakes would stop. I've only watched a couple of games and each time similar crucial errors were made by referees. In such important games, at least, like the one this morning, video replay must become considered a necessity. There was too much at stake in this morning's game for this to have occurred! Shame on whomever they are, who make the rules and sit on the 'powers-that-be' seats of this code of football. Hopefully, they will learn from what is happening in this series and not think they are 'untouchable, unapproachable and unchangeable'!
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Warm and Fuzzy...
It's a pleasant change to read the news headlines or watch the TV news and witness the happiness of our couple of the moment, Nic and Keith. A bit of 'froth and bubble' is a healthy dose of medicine during these times of trouble and strife. Daily we're hit with trouble, strife, killings and all forms of violence, so it's a pleasant respite to share in their moment of happiness. Big weddings do little for me, in truth...I've catered for too many over the years, I guess, but being the softie at heart that I am...I have to admit my interest in their event. Goodness...I've been known to shed a tear when I was catering for weddings watching the bride and groom exchange their vows in front of the jasmine-covered arbor in the grounds of the restaurant, with romantic music subtly playing in the background, tearing at my heartstrings! I can easily shed a tear over some songs and I don't need a wedding to prompt them!
So, for a couple of days, I'm going to ignore all the bad news and concentrate on the good! Another sleepless night is ahead of me...I'll be up cheering our Socceroos on in their game against Italy during the early hours of Tuesday morning. I know I won't get any sleep before the game commences as I'll be in training! Go the Socceroos...can my feeble heart and nerves stand the pace! I'll sit on my hands so as not to bite my nails!
It's a pleasant change to read the news headlines or watch the TV news and witness the happiness of our couple of the moment, Nic and Keith. A bit of 'froth and bubble' is a healthy dose of medicine during these times of trouble and strife. Daily we're hit with trouble, strife, killings and all forms of violence, so it's a pleasant respite to share in their moment of happiness. Big weddings do little for me, in truth...I've catered for too many over the years, I guess, but being the softie at heart that I am...I have to admit my interest in their event. Goodness...I've been known to shed a tear when I was catering for weddings watching the bride and groom exchange their vows in front of the jasmine-covered arbor in the grounds of the restaurant, with romantic music subtly playing in the background, tearing at my heartstrings! I can easily shed a tear over some songs and I don't need a wedding to prompt them!
So, for a couple of days, I'm going to ignore all the bad news and concentrate on the good! Another sleepless night is ahead of me...I'll be up cheering our Socceroos on in their game against Italy during the early hours of Tuesday morning. I know I won't get any sleep before the game commences as I'll be in training! Go the Socceroos...can my feeble heart and nerves stand the pace! I'll sit on my hands so as not to bite my nails!
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Lamb Aftermath & Kiwis!
Fortunately, Tom Cruise didn't turn up for the roast lamb dinner however the aromas must have wafted down the mountain into the valleys below as out of the blue, totally unexpectedly, a friend of mine of many years rang me, making a spur of the moment decision to come up and visit me. Of course, when I mentioned the lamb he was easily tempted...not only because he's originally from New Zealand! So, shortly after the unexpected phone call, he arrived bearing gifts of red wine and a fun night followed! We have a mutual love for country music, so the volume of the stereo was pumped up and on went our dancing shoes. He discounted my blog comments of yesterday...from him I learned the male perspective, which was interesting to say the least. I knew it would cause some controversy, one way or the other! A friendly debate ensued. The unexpected is always the best. Not so, the debris left over from the night before! It looks like Cyclone Larry revisited!
Fortunately, Tom Cruise didn't turn up for the roast lamb dinner however the aromas must have wafted down the mountain into the valleys below as out of the blue, totally unexpectedly, a friend of mine of many years rang me, making a spur of the moment decision to come up and visit me. Of course, when I mentioned the lamb he was easily tempted...not only because he's originally from New Zealand! So, shortly after the unexpected phone call, he arrived bearing gifts of red wine and a fun night followed! We have a mutual love for country music, so the volume of the stereo was pumped up and on went our dancing shoes. He discounted my blog comments of yesterday...from him I learned the male perspective, which was interesting to say the least. I knew it would cause some controversy, one way or the other! A friendly debate ensued. The unexpected is always the best. Not so, the debris left over from the night before! It looks like Cyclone Larry revisited!
Friday, June 23, 2006
Roast Lamb or Tom Cruise?
No competition, in my book! Roast lamb every time. In fact, I think I'd rather choose roast lamb in lieu of men any day! At least, I know what I've got with a leg of lamb and I know it's going to be good! It's consistent and my expectations are met every time! Yes...you could say I'm in the mood for a juicy, golden roasted leg of lamb. Armed with a bundle of fresh herbs picked straight from my garden, the leg awaits to be studded with garlic and rosemary. I will then place it on a bed of rosemary, oregano and marjoram. I'm already swooning at the thought of the delicious, delectable meal that's ahead for me in a few hours time. My mint has died back during these chillier months, but fortunately I still have stocks of sauce I made when it was abundantly and rampantly taking over my vegetable/herb plot. I've booked myself a date with a leg of lamb with its accompanying roast vegetables tonight. Now, if there's a man around who can beat that, speak now or forever hold your piece...whoops, peace!
Farewell, Harriet...
A solemn cloud fell over Steve Irwin's Australia Zoo and elsewhere yesterday with the announcement of the passing of 'Harriet', the 176 year old Giant Galapagos tortoise, believed to be one of three animals Charles Darwin brought back from his trip to the Galapagos Islands way back in 1835. Later, Darwin gave them to a friend headed for Brisbane. Poor old 'Harriet', for 100 of her 176 years she was thought to be a 'Harry'. Thankfully, this error was recognised in time! One would hate to have had gone through life with mistaken gender! 'Harriet' spent the past twenty or so years in Irwin's care...so she would have had a happy life munching on the hibiscus flowers she loved so dearly. Swing low, sweet Harriet...you brought pleasure to many and you were an important part of history.
No Sex, Please, We're Men!
A comment I read somewhere today caught my interest. 'Do some men have trouble reading women writing about sex?' Ummm...interesting thought. Perhaps men believe women haven't the imaginative minds that would enable them to write descriptively about a subject they, men, believe belongs to them, but I beg to differ. Change that...I don't "beg' to differ". I strongly differ. Women are more capable writing about sex than men as women place a higher value on sex than men do. More demonstrative, (and dare I say, sensitive?) women recognise sex as a wonderfully, powerful, erotic sharing of feelings.
What I find even more interesting is we read openly, without embarrassment, about murders, killings and all forms of violence and torture daily, but how often do you see books of erotica on the shelves or coffee tables in your friends' homes? If they do have them, nine out of ten times, they'll be well hidden, out of sight. It would seem, as a generalisation, we have a problem discussing or reading about sex...or discussing that we're reading about sex! Just a thought!
No competition, in my book! Roast lamb every time. In fact, I think I'd rather choose roast lamb in lieu of men any day! At least, I know what I've got with a leg of lamb and I know it's going to be good! It's consistent and my expectations are met every time! Yes...you could say I'm in the mood for a juicy, golden roasted leg of lamb. Armed with a bundle of fresh herbs picked straight from my garden, the leg awaits to be studded with garlic and rosemary. I will then place it on a bed of rosemary, oregano and marjoram. I'm already swooning at the thought of the delicious, delectable meal that's ahead for me in a few hours time. My mint has died back during these chillier months, but fortunately I still have stocks of sauce I made when it was abundantly and rampantly taking over my vegetable/herb plot. I've booked myself a date with a leg of lamb with its accompanying roast vegetables tonight. Now, if there's a man around who can beat that, speak now or forever hold your piece...whoops, peace!
Farewell, Harriet...
A solemn cloud fell over Steve Irwin's Australia Zoo and elsewhere yesterday with the announcement of the passing of 'Harriet', the 176 year old Giant Galapagos tortoise, believed to be one of three animals Charles Darwin brought back from his trip to the Galapagos Islands way back in 1835. Later, Darwin gave them to a friend headed for Brisbane. Poor old 'Harriet', for 100 of her 176 years she was thought to be a 'Harry'. Thankfully, this error was recognised in time! One would hate to have had gone through life with mistaken gender! 'Harriet' spent the past twenty or so years in Irwin's care...so she would have had a happy life munching on the hibiscus flowers she loved so dearly. Swing low, sweet Harriet...you brought pleasure to many and you were an important part of history.
No Sex, Please, We're Men!
A comment I read somewhere today caught my interest. 'Do some men have trouble reading women writing about sex?' Ummm...interesting thought. Perhaps men believe women haven't the imaginative minds that would enable them to write descriptively about a subject they, men, believe belongs to them, but I beg to differ. Change that...I don't "beg' to differ". I strongly differ. Women are more capable writing about sex than men as women place a higher value on sex than men do. More demonstrative, (and dare I say, sensitive?) women recognise sex as a wonderfully, powerful, erotic sharing of feelings.
What I find even more interesting is we read openly, without embarrassment, about murders, killings and all forms of violence and torture daily, but how often do you see books of erotica on the shelves or coffee tables in your friends' homes? If they do have them, nine out of ten times, they'll be well hidden, out of sight. It would seem, as a generalisation, we have a problem discussing or reading about sex...or discussing that we're reading about sex! Just a thought!
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Good Onya, Mate!
By the end of the World Cup, I'm going to be exhausted! I've never watched soccer before, other than bits and pieces on the news but I'm now converted and have turned into a screaming mess! If the Socceroos keep going through the way they have so far, I'll be voiceless by the end of the Cup! What a fast, exciting game it is. I now understand why the fans, worldwide, go crazy over the game.
The US coach, Bruce Arena should now eat his words after his team's performance this morning...at the commencement of the World Cup he reckoned the Aussies shouldn't be in it as they were the weakest team! Well, Mr Arena...what happened to your team this morning? I see Ghana won!
These early mornings and late nights won't be the death of me! I can do it! As long as the 'Roos are in the running, I'm there with them! I even joined my neighbours after this morning's game and we celebrated over a glass each of Coruba...who cares if it's still early morning? Not I!
Go Aussies! Three Cheers for the Socceroos!
By the end of the World Cup, I'm going to be exhausted! I've never watched soccer before, other than bits and pieces on the news but I'm now converted and have turned into a screaming mess! If the Socceroos keep going through the way they have so far, I'll be voiceless by the end of the Cup! What a fast, exciting game it is. I now understand why the fans, worldwide, go crazy over the game.
The US coach, Bruce Arena should now eat his words after his team's performance this morning...at the commencement of the World Cup he reckoned the Aussies shouldn't be in it as they were the weakest team! Well, Mr Arena...what happened to your team this morning? I see Ghana won!
These early mornings and late nights won't be the death of me! I can do it! As long as the 'Roos are in the running, I'm there with them! I even joined my neighbours after this morning's game and we celebrated over a glass each of Coruba...who cares if it's still early morning? Not I!
Go Aussies! Three Cheers for the Socceroos!
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Assumption Is The Mother of Screw Ups!
How true! Every time, I should take first place in the 'foot in mouth' stakes! Don't you wish sometimes with the things you say or write, that you could pull them back in, like those circled cartoon captions? Before anyone has read or heard them, of course!
Sometimes I have a tremendous ability of spurting out what's in my mind before giving it due thought and consideration. I know if I wait long enough, I'll think better of what I feel like saying at that particular moment and wipe it from my mind..having proved this time and time again, by writing my thoughts down and then deleting them or just tearing up the paper on which they're written. Getting it off my chest or out of my head does help but I must remember at all times to keep these thoughts to myself alone. Read them, chew them up and swallow them! When one demolishes the bridges behind one, one has no choice other than to move on!
My problem is I think too much about everything...I think! Assumptions are a wicked thing and can get one into massive amounts of trouble.
Every issue, belief, attitude or assumption is precisely the issue that stands between you and your relationship to another human being; or between you and yourself.
A wise old Chinaman once said: It is better to light one candle than to curse the darkness.
How profound!
One must always remember the sunlight and the happy days it brings.
How true! Every time, I should take first place in the 'foot in mouth' stakes! Don't you wish sometimes with the things you say or write, that you could pull them back in, like those circled cartoon captions? Before anyone has read or heard them, of course!
Sometimes I have a tremendous ability of spurting out what's in my mind before giving it due thought and consideration. I know if I wait long enough, I'll think better of what I feel like saying at that particular moment and wipe it from my mind..having proved this time and time again, by writing my thoughts down and then deleting them or just tearing up the paper on which they're written. Getting it off my chest or out of my head does help but I must remember at all times to keep these thoughts to myself alone. Read them, chew them up and swallow them! When one demolishes the bridges behind one, one has no choice other than to move on!
My problem is I think too much about everything...I think! Assumptions are a wicked thing and can get one into massive amounts of trouble.
Every issue, belief, attitude or assumption is precisely the issue that stands between you and your relationship to another human being; or between you and yourself.
A wise old Chinaman once said: It is better to light one candle than to curse the darkness.
How profound!
One must always remember the sunlight and the happy days it brings.
Damn Dan Brown Started It With His Damn 'Da Vinci Code'!
Jesus didn't damn Mary...so why should Peter Beattie dam Mary?
Answer that one, Mr Beattie! I wish he'd get off his proverbial upon his return to Queensland, if he ever plans to return to Queensland, that is...and visit the good folk of the Mary Valley. He should see for himself the beauty of this most productive valley. There is no excuse he can devise to explain his most stupid idea since being in power. He can't fix Queensland Health so now he wants to stuff up the Mary Valley...people's lives, homes and livelihoods.
I guess, it could be seen as a ploy to get everyone's mind off the major problems in Queensland Health.
Well, I call your bluff, Mr Beattie...hop in your government car, part-funded by the good people of the Mary Valley, (before many will be forced to go on the dole if you go ahead with your diabolic plan) drive up the highway towards Noosa...you know Noosa, don't you? Sure you do...everyone knows of Noosa...well, instead of posing on Laguna Beach in your board shorts, head a bit further north...you will be amazed by what you see.
Remember, Gympie saved Queensland a few or more years ago....it's your turn to repay the favour. Save the Mary...don't dam the Mary!
Jesus didn't damn Mary...so why should Peter Beattie dam Mary?
Answer that one, Mr Beattie! I wish he'd get off his proverbial upon his return to Queensland, if he ever plans to return to Queensland, that is...and visit the good folk of the Mary Valley. He should see for himself the beauty of this most productive valley. There is no excuse he can devise to explain his most stupid idea since being in power. He can't fix Queensland Health so now he wants to stuff up the Mary Valley...people's lives, homes and livelihoods.
I guess, it could be seen as a ploy to get everyone's mind off the major problems in Queensland Health.
Well, I call your bluff, Mr Beattie...hop in your government car, part-funded by the good people of the Mary Valley, (before many will be forced to go on the dole if you go ahead with your diabolic plan) drive up the highway towards Noosa...you know Noosa, don't you? Sure you do...everyone knows of Noosa...well, instead of posing on Laguna Beach in your board shorts, head a bit further north...you will be amazed by what you see.
Remember, Gympie saved Queensland a few or more years ago....it's your turn to repay the favour. Save the Mary...don't dam the Mary!
Barbarians At Play
I wonder what Iraqi insurgents do during their leisure time...they must have so many wonderful thoughts of events they participated in during their past week on which to reflect. I guess some time is spent reading the Koran to refresh their memory how 'to keep on the right path'.
The slaughter (torture and beheading) of two kidnapped US soldiers by the hands of these devout followers of all things Islamic is once again proof positive of all things evil in this fight against terrorism. Zarqawi's replacement isn't wasting time. Maybe he realises his time is limited and has to squeeze in as many despicable, deplorable acts as he can before he, too, is eliminated.
I wonder what Iraqi insurgents do during their leisure time...they must have so many wonderful thoughts of events they participated in during their past week on which to reflect. I guess some time is spent reading the Koran to refresh their memory how 'to keep on the right path'.
The slaughter (torture and beheading) of two kidnapped US soldiers by the hands of these devout followers of all things Islamic is once again proof positive of all things evil in this fight against terrorism. Zarqawi's replacement isn't wasting time. Maybe he realises his time is limited and has to squeeze in as many despicable, deplorable acts as he can before he, too, is eliminated.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Happiness Is....
I have no idea! I can't remember the last time I was truly happy. Happiness is fleeting. Like gossamer webs glistening with early morning dew before being struck by the harshness of the sun, happiness soon disintegrates when rebuffed by the severity of reality.
Happiness would be a world free from wars, poverty, prejudices, violence, suspicions.
North Korea has warned of its looming launch of a long-range missile. At their missile-testing facility they are presently assembling and fueling the missile with a reported possible range of 6000k. This might make the North Koreans happy and also Iran and Pakistan whom NK supplies but the rest of us aren't impressed by this news. Serious implications threaten. North Korea's ambassador here in Australia didn't instill confidence either when questioned by a reporter about the possibility of the launch. He's obviously a man of a few words..."wait and see." ...was his abrupt reply. Nope...no happiness from that news story.
Little happiness can be gleaned from any of today's headlines, which are not much different from yesterday's, or two days ago, last week's or last year's, for that matter. No doubt tomorrow's will be similar. Sad, isn't it?
I guess it means if a happy moment comes along we should seize it, embrace it and carefully store it away in our memory in preparation for the unhappines to follow, which is guaranteed to come.
Happiness is love...being loved and loving in return. Happiness is recognising and accepting love. Happiness would be a world full of love and understanding, free from hate, distrust, ignorance, apathy, tragedy, depravity, brutality, disease.
Happiness is...........
I have no idea! I can't remember the last time I was truly happy. Happiness is fleeting. Like gossamer webs glistening with early morning dew before being struck by the harshness of the sun, happiness soon disintegrates when rebuffed by the severity of reality.
Happiness would be a world free from wars, poverty, prejudices, violence, suspicions.
North Korea has warned of its looming launch of a long-range missile. At their missile-testing facility they are presently assembling and fueling the missile with a reported possible range of 6000k. This might make the North Koreans happy and also Iran and Pakistan whom NK supplies but the rest of us aren't impressed by this news. Serious implications threaten. North Korea's ambassador here in Australia didn't instill confidence either when questioned by a reporter about the possibility of the launch. He's obviously a man of a few words..."wait and see." ...was his abrupt reply. Nope...no happiness from that news story.
Little happiness can be gleaned from any of today's headlines, which are not much different from yesterday's, or two days ago, last week's or last year's, for that matter. No doubt tomorrow's will be similar. Sad, isn't it?
I guess it means if a happy moment comes along we should seize it, embrace it and carefully store it away in our memory in preparation for the unhappines to follow, which is guaranteed to come.
Happiness is love...being loved and loving in return. Happiness is recognising and accepting love. Happiness would be a world full of love and understanding, free from hate, distrust, ignorance, apathy, tragedy, depravity, brutality, disease.
Happiness is...........
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