G'Day,
As promised on my last post I am back to pass on the "One Lovely Blog Award" which was given to me by my friend Merle.
Here's the rules.
1. Accept and post the award. Yep! already did that one.
2. Post the award and tell who it's from. That one too, see last blog entry.
3. Pass the award on to 15 other people who blog. Coming up.
4. Notify them. O.K. I can do that.
Here Ti's.
To share this award with me I choose.
1. Bimbimbee, because she really does have a lovely blog.
2. Shadow, the best poet and a very talented lady.
3. Sorrow, a fellow potter and kind lady.
4. Granny Smith, because she is great.
5. Krissie, my sand groper (W.A.) friend.
6. Dee, a very clever writer and regular S.S. participant.
7. Sophie, a new blogging friend.
8. Old Grizz, just because I like him.
9. Wolfie, clever bloke in Canada.
10. Tony, another clever bloke from pommy land.
11. Brad, a great potter, gardener and my very first blogging friend.
12.Wildlife Gardener, what a great artistic blog and garden she has.
13 Mountain Mumma, because everyone should know someone like Bev.
All of the above are on my side bar as my favorite reads. I am a bit silly when it comes to puters, or that is my excuse anyway, so..... I am not putting the links to them on here again because they are all on my sidebar. Click on them there and they will take you straight to their blogs.
AND.........I know ........I can't count either. Hehehehehe.
O.K. now I am off to visit the awardes and let them know.
Bye.
Love Linda.
Friday, 23 October 2009
Tuesday, 20 October 2009
One Lovely Blog Award
G'Day,
Look at that I got an award.
Given to me by my friend in Sheparton, Merle, of "Third Time Lucky" blog.
Merle's link is on my sidebar, look her up, she always has a story and a joke to share to make everybody smile.
Ah how nice!
Thank you Merlie Girl.
I will fix up the rest of it next session.
Print the rules and who I am going to pass it on to next.
See my side bar?
Ah nice.
It is late and Pete has gone to bed without me, I better go too.
Goodnight.
Love Linda.
Look at that I got an award.
Given to me by my friend in Sheparton, Merle, of "Third Time Lucky" blog.
Merle's link is on my sidebar, look her up, she always has a story and a joke to share to make everybody smile.
Ah how nice!
Thank you Merlie Girl.
I will fix up the rest of it next session.
Print the rules and who I am going to pass it on to next.
See my side bar?
Ah nice.
It is late and Pete has gone to bed without me, I better go too.
Goodnight.
Love Linda.
Saturday, 17 October 2009
People
People.
I need people
People who are friends not just friendly
People who are here not obsessed with there
People who I can trust to share me with
People who are
Just are
I need people
People who are friends not just friendly
People who are here not obsessed with there
People who I can trust to share me with
People who are
Just are
Sunday Scribblings "Junk"
G'Day,
The Sunday Scribblings prompt this weekend is "Junk".
Well, as you know I just moved house a few weeks ago so I know all about Junk. I had a lovely cull and throw out early this week. I took about a dozen or more plastic shopping bags to the salvation army store in Tuggeranong and a large box of matching crockery that I had collected years ago, a bit at a time from the supermarket. I never had any of it out of the box so it was never used. My junk is reborn to be used by someone else who may need it more than I. The rest of the stuff was books and lots of my pottery that had been hoarded up for years . It never sold in the potter's club shop in Wagga and, well, lets face it, how much do I really need to keep. The fun is in the making not in storing it up for.........one day, for whenever, whatever, whoever.
Junk.
We all carry junk from our past in our head
Past hurts and tears, past fears and dreads
If we weigh it all up it's time to let go
Let the bad balance out with the good
Not easy to do, I know from lots of life experience that it isn't. Some things just stick. But you gotta try not to hate and let things run off your back and away from you without them getting to you too much.
Today I have been downstairs in the rumpus room going through boxes and boxes of old family photos. Sorting them out. I put them into different piles. The pile of pics of the kids going through their different age groups was by far the biggest. Making me smile, laugh and melt when I looked through them. Bringing back sooooo many memories. Pictures of beloved family members long since passed away. "Oh I must send that one to my cousin Ruthy who lost her son, Justin, a couple of years ago".
Then there was the box with all the old school reports, newspaper clippings, birthday and anniversary cards, bits from school plays, certificates and scout awards. I guess some would consider all the silly stuff I have collected over the years to be Junk. It is not to me though.
One persons Trash is another ones Treasure.
That is all I can think of today for in here.
So I will go back downstairs to the rumpus room and to sorting my Junk.
Bye.
Love Linda.
The Sunday Scribblings prompt this weekend is "Junk".
Well, as you know I just moved house a few weeks ago so I know all about Junk. I had a lovely cull and throw out early this week. I took about a dozen or more plastic shopping bags to the salvation army store in Tuggeranong and a large box of matching crockery that I had collected years ago, a bit at a time from the supermarket. I never had any of it out of the box so it was never used. My junk is reborn to be used by someone else who may need it more than I. The rest of the stuff was books and lots of my pottery that had been hoarded up for years . It never sold in the potter's club shop in Wagga and, well, lets face it, how much do I really need to keep. The fun is in the making not in storing it up for.........one day, for whenever, whatever, whoever.
Junk.
We all carry junk from our past in our head
Past hurts and tears, past fears and dreads
If we weigh it all up it's time to let go
Let the bad balance out with the good
Not easy to do, I know from lots of life experience that it isn't. Some things just stick. But you gotta try not to hate and let things run off your back and away from you without them getting to you too much.
Today I have been downstairs in the rumpus room going through boxes and boxes of old family photos. Sorting them out. I put them into different piles. The pile of pics of the kids going through their different age groups was by far the biggest. Making me smile, laugh and melt when I looked through them. Bringing back sooooo many memories. Pictures of beloved family members long since passed away. "Oh I must send that one to my cousin Ruthy who lost her son, Justin, a couple of years ago".
Then there was the box with all the old school reports, newspaper clippings, birthday and anniversary cards, bits from school plays, certificates and scout awards. I guess some would consider all the silly stuff I have collected over the years to be Junk. It is not to me though.
One persons Trash is another ones Treasure.
That is all I can think of today for in here.
So I will go back downstairs to the rumpus room and to sorting my Junk.
Bye.
Love Linda.
Friday, 16 October 2009
Spring at last.
G'day,Ahhhhh! Spring at last.
I get to take pictures of pretty flowers and share them with the world.
The house we are in now has better soil that the previous one did. It has a more traditional old fashioned garden that I am sure I will love as this, my favorite season progresses.
I get to bring pretty flowers inside to perfume my spring air with posies like the one above. It contains escalonia, freesia and lavender.
Out the back in a line along the dividing fence are about 6 camellia plants. They are nearly finished their spring flowers. Here are a couple of examples of what is left.
There are a few azaleas flowering around the yard. A white one, this dark pink and a few others that are struggling and not in flower.
This is an escalonia in the back yard.
Lavender with wings, out the front.
Freesias galore. Tough little good value plants with an exquisite strong springtime perfume.
More lavender in teh front garden again.
Don't know what this little thing is but it is pretty. It is tumbling over some rocks at the edge of the driveway out the front, in full and glorious flower.And below, pretty delicate little lily of the valley just starting to open up near the front door.
If you breathe in deeply you can almost smell spring from my pictures where ever you are, can't you? Lots of little diosma in flower too in the front bed, and little dianthus waiting to pop open in a week or so and show off their pretty flowers and perfume the air as well.
This morning I got out of the house and had my first mammogram. Nothing wrong I just thought it was time I got checked. Pete is on night duty for 4 days so I stayed out so he could sleep.I got a loaf of Vietnamese bread for lunch and brought it home. The Vietnamese make great bread. The french taught them how. I reckon it comes in second only to wood-fired Italian bread as the top bread there is. There is a little baker shop in the nearby shoping centre with all sorts of mouth watering cakes and Vietnamese breads. I resisted the cakes today. A few days back I didn't manage it and was very badly tempted. I must stay away from there when I am hungry. Hehehe.
Time to get ready for work, bye for now.
Love Linda.
Monday, 12 October 2009
Mushrooms
G'Day, Ohhhhhh! Look at what we found in the park just a while ago when we went for a walk. Aren't they beautiful. There were lots more too but we couldn't carry them all and we didn't need to take more than this anyway.
We walked into Woden and sat down at Babar's cafe and had breakfast. These will get used for tea tonight. I will have to go and buy some steaks to have with them.The mushies I found the other day I ate for lunch. I fried them up in a lightly greased pan with a small chopped onion and some black cracked pepper then had them with toast.
Beautiful.
This puter is really annoying at the moment. It is taking 5 minutes to load each page. Pete is going to ring Telstra up and complain. The puter as been like this since last week. This is not what we pay for. Not good enough.
SO. A big raspberry to you Telstra!!!!
Friday, 9 October 2009
Sunday Scribblings "Things that go bump in the night"
G'Day,
From ghosties and ghoulies
And long legged beasties,
May the good lord deliver us.
Yes indeed, if such things do exist.
I reckon that for every myth, superstition or legend there is something imagined or real to be discovered and explained.
How's that for fence sitting.
Hehehehehe.
No really!
I have personally experienced some stuff that is unexplained.
The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, your scalp prickles and you walk away wondering what just happened. Trying to flick off the switch that has just been triggered until you are at a safe distance and you can analyze the situation.
Was that my imagination, or the wind or....or what?
Or was that hysteria caused by the last person you spoke to, who talked about what had happened to them and it has influenced you.
I guess if your mind is open to such things you will find them, or do they find you?
My maternal grandfather was an undertaker and he used to say that nothing dead is going to hurt you and you are safer in a grave yard any night than you are out amongst the living. Well words to that effect anyway. That didn't stop my uncles playing pranks when they were young. One of the old family stories they laugh about was of a young man who was a family friend and prone to getting spooked. One night he came to visit and coming through the back yard my uncles had set up a trap for him. A coat and clothes set up on the clothes line with rubber gloves filled with custard for him to walk into in the dark. He freaked. Well, as you would if you were that way inclined.
My son David, when he was a teenager used to hang out on Saturday nights with a group of boys from school. He set up a prank one night out at the cemetery. The boys had one of those big ugly full face monster masks. The prank involved telling spooky stories to the girls then they would drive out of town, to, then around the cemetery. David closed the gates behind them as they drove in and when they turned around to exit they would discover the gates shut. When they stopped to open the gates, he ran out of the bushes to the car wearing the mask and frightened the girls. The result; screaming and clutching by the girls and much hilarity from the boys. Brats. Country kids. Funny though, if you weren't their victim.
Junee, the town where we were living at the time, is notorious for supposedly having the most haunted house in Australia. Monte Christo. It is an old mansion originally owned by the people who held and developed most of the land surrounding the town. It has been the subject of many T.V. shows and studies. Junee being a small town is a place where everybody knows each other. Some of my workmates and friends grew up with and were friends with the people who restored the house. They talk of many sleepovers up there with the owners children and never being scared there, despite the stories that the owners have used to capitalize on and build the homes reputation.
I guess I am still a swinging voter on whether I believe in ghosties or ghoulies, and things that go bump in the night.
But.............sometimes things do happen, that leave you wondering.
From ghosties and ghoulies
And long legged beasties,
May the good lord deliver us.
Yes indeed, if such things do exist.
I reckon that for every myth, superstition or legend there is something imagined or real to be discovered and explained.
How's that for fence sitting.
Hehehehehe.
No really!
I have personally experienced some stuff that is unexplained.
The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, your scalp prickles and you walk away wondering what just happened. Trying to flick off the switch that has just been triggered until you are at a safe distance and you can analyze the situation.
Was that my imagination, or the wind or....or what?
Or was that hysteria caused by the last person you spoke to, who talked about what had happened to them and it has influenced you.
I guess if your mind is open to such things you will find them, or do they find you?
My maternal grandfather was an undertaker and he used to say that nothing dead is going to hurt you and you are safer in a grave yard any night than you are out amongst the living. Well words to that effect anyway. That didn't stop my uncles playing pranks when they were young. One of the old family stories they laugh about was of a young man who was a family friend and prone to getting spooked. One night he came to visit and coming through the back yard my uncles had set up a trap for him. A coat and clothes set up on the clothes line with rubber gloves filled with custard for him to walk into in the dark. He freaked. Well, as you would if you were that way inclined.
My son David, when he was a teenager used to hang out on Saturday nights with a group of boys from school. He set up a prank one night out at the cemetery. The boys had one of those big ugly full face monster masks. The prank involved telling spooky stories to the girls then they would drive out of town, to, then around the cemetery. David closed the gates behind them as they drove in and when they turned around to exit they would discover the gates shut. When they stopped to open the gates, he ran out of the bushes to the car wearing the mask and frightened the girls. The result; screaming and clutching by the girls and much hilarity from the boys. Brats. Country kids. Funny though, if you weren't their victim.
Junee, the town where we were living at the time, is notorious for supposedly having the most haunted house in Australia. Monte Christo. It is an old mansion originally owned by the people who held and developed most of the land surrounding the town. It has been the subject of many T.V. shows and studies. Junee being a small town is a place where everybody knows each other. Some of my workmates and friends grew up with and were friends with the people who restored the house. They talk of many sleepovers up there with the owners children and never being scared there, despite the stories that the owners have used to capitalize on and build the homes reputation.
I guess I am still a swinging voter on whether I believe in ghosties or ghoulies, and things that go bump in the night.
But.............sometimes things do happen, that leave you wondering.
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This week I have had off work. It has gone so fast. You wouldn't believe how fast. As the saying goes, time flies....... I have just 2 days left before school starts back for the new term.
Today I did almost nothing. Lovely. I really enjoyed it. All I did was a few house cleaning jobs, cooked dinner early, made a slice, used up the worm juice from my worm farm putting it around the yard. Lovely. Nodded in front of the little heater sitting at the table. I also went for a walk to explore my new area. There are grassy walkway areas between the suburbs here that go for miles. We are 12 km along the walking track from the city and 2km from Woden town center.Yesterday I turned right at the end of the street and walked into Woden town center with Rufus our doggie. I sat down at a cafe and had a pot of tea and came home. On the way home I found some mushrooms growing in the park and grabbed a handful of them which I bought home and cooked for my lunch. There were lots more if I had something to carry them in, but I didn't have anything with me. The spring cold snap we have had during the past week must have tricked the mushies into popping up out of season. Yum! The walk took me half an hour each way, yes I am a slow walker.
This morning we turned left and walked for a half hour in that direction. There are some really nice houses up that way and some really nice gardens to go with them. Flowering abundantly to match the season. We came across a cranky magpie who dive bombed us in a park. He he. He/she wasn't bothered about me being in his territory, just Rufus.
My daughter rang today and she wants to have a 21st birthday party. Fine with me. I am happy to oblige with that. My boys interest was very limited in their 21st birthdays. My little braticus, my youngest baby is turning 21 in a couple of months, I must be getting old.
That's all folks.
Nothing profound or intelligent here.
Good night.
Love Linda.
.
Today I did almost nothing. Lovely. I really enjoyed it. All I did was a few house cleaning jobs, cooked dinner early, made a slice, used up the worm juice from my worm farm putting it around the yard. Lovely. Nodded in front of the little heater sitting at the table. I also went for a walk to explore my new area. There are grassy walkway areas between the suburbs here that go for miles. We are 12 km along the walking track from the city and 2km from Woden town center.Yesterday I turned right at the end of the street and walked into Woden town center with Rufus our doggie. I sat down at a cafe and had a pot of tea and came home. On the way home I found some mushrooms growing in the park and grabbed a handful of them which I bought home and cooked for my lunch. There were lots more if I had something to carry them in, but I didn't have anything with me. The spring cold snap we have had during the past week must have tricked the mushies into popping up out of season. Yum! The walk took me half an hour each way, yes I am a slow walker.
This morning we turned left and walked for a half hour in that direction. There are some really nice houses up that way and some really nice gardens to go with them. Flowering abundantly to match the season. We came across a cranky magpie who dive bombed us in a park. He he. He/she wasn't bothered about me being in his territory, just Rufus.
My daughter rang today and she wants to have a 21st birthday party. Fine with me. I am happy to oblige with that. My boys interest was very limited in their 21st birthdays. My little braticus, my youngest baby is turning 21 in a couple of months, I must be getting old.
That's all folks.
Nothing profound or intelligent here.
Good night.
Love Linda.
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