Thursday’s Thought

There is no beautifier of

complexion, or form, or behaviour,like

the wish of scatter joy…..around us


BY: Ralph Waldo Emerson

Birthday Wishes


Temika above

Hello all, 10 years ago three beautiful babies came into our family starting with Temika and then 9 days later Liarna so today is Liarna’s birthday and I am wishing them a happy birthday.

Enjoy all the love and affection that comes your way today

You deserve it……………….


Liarna above

My Life Week 2

Here we are at 10.30 am on Sunday morning and it is time for my diary post..

I got up at 6.30am, Tim got up just afterwards and got ready for work. Kathy-Lee and the girls picked me up and drove me to Mum’s.

While there her phone was on the table and there was a strong wind so I went to move the paper plates and somehow managed to knock her phone off the table and her screen smashed. I feel awful.

Kathy-Lee left before me so Kelli drove me home when I was ready.

Dave had to feed me the ice cream cake, due t o the shaking causing me to drop it between the plate and my mouth.

It isn’t as hot today.

I was up at 6am and had a shower before getting dressed.

It is a much cooler day with some rain as well, just not enough.

I dropped and broke my Christmas cup.

This afternoon Tim cut my hair so much better. I do not like longish hair.

This morning if woke to go to the toilet at what I thought was 4.20am, however, I must have been wrong as Tim was still in bed and didn’t get up for work. He did get up and go to work at 4.30 but it was hours after my trip to the loo. At 5.10 I woke up again, went to the loo again and tried going back to bed but I just laid there so I got up at 6ish.

Tim home at 9.45am to 1.30pm, I had a lay down at 12ish till Jess rang. She had received an email saying her Big W order had been delivered but only half of the order is here. The other half should be delivered either this afternoon or in the morning.

Mum told me that Micheal wants Dawson to get a Centrelink loan for her, $900 I hope he doesn’t make that mistake again.

Leo’s birthday he is 12 now, I sent him a birthday message.

I am not feeling well today.

The bike Jessica ordered for Leo arrived just before Papa got home for work and he said he would put it together but there was a problem with it and she had to return it to Big W and had to get a different one. Which Papa did put together it is blue.

Up at 7am after a horrible nights sleep, woke up confused but after a while I was ok.

Tim rang at 7.45 to tell me he left his wallet in his shorts and that Tasha was going to come get it and take it to the bus stop near Pring St

Mum told me that Dawson told his mum he is sick of her abusive and wants nothing with her till she grows up.

I have been dripping in sweat all day and it’s a coolish day.

Up at 6.30am again, Tim up at the same time. I had a shower and Tim helped me get dressed.

Kathy sent me a message telling me that it will cost $320 to fix her phone. She is blaming mum/nana.

Of course mum doesn’t feel like she did anything and blames it on the wind.

Tim & I are joining Jess & Leo for a trip to the army museum at Singleton.

Kelli, Daemon & Freya joined us and it was great having them with us.

We offered to take Blain with us but he was in a mood as he had stayed up all night.

I woke up at 6am with a headache, so tried going back to bed but was up by 6.30 am still with a bad headache.

A much cooler day, I have opened the doors and windows to let the breeze through.

Jessica has work taking people to the Elton John concert tonight and again tomorrow night. So we have Leo for the weekend.

He has been inside most of the time as Georgia is at her grandparents and he is avoiding her.

End of the year

This year is nearly over, and for me it has been a bitch of a year, and I am glad to see the last of it.

As I sit here I cannot think of my good things that happened during the year, ok we got a different car maybe that was a good thing.

When I think of this year 2019 all I can think is that Dad died, that’s it nothing else stands out.

My body has deteriorate and I now sweat so much in all weather, I shake from head to foot inside and out 24/7, I don’t seem to be able to handle the heat and have had a couple of episodes when I am frozen in place and just not with it, kinda like an absent seizure.

I struggle with low blood glucose levels and I have started getting headaches again the last few days.

Let’s hope 2020 is a better year……………..

Aussie Night B4 Chrissy

Twas the night before Christmas; there wasn’t a sound.
Not a possum was stirring; no-one was around.
We’d left on the table some tucker and beer,
Hoping that Santa Claus soon would be here;
We children were snuggled up safe in our beds,
While dreams of pavlova danced ’round in our heads;
And Mum in her nightie, and Dad in his shorts,
Had just settled down to watch TV sports.
When outside the house a mad ruckus arose;
Loud squeaking and banging woke us from our doze.
We ran to the screen door, peeked cautiously out,
Snuck onto the deck, then let out a shout.
Guess what had woken us up from our snooze,
But a rusty old Ute pulled by eight mighty ‘roos.
The cheerful man driving was giggling with glee,
And we both knew at once who this plump bloke must be.
Now, I’m telling the truth it’s all dinki-di,
Those eight kangaroos fairly soared through the sky.
Santa leaned out the window to pull at the reins,
And encouraged the ‘roos, by calling their names.
‘Now, Kylie! Now, Kirsty! Now, Shazza and Shane!
On Kipper! On, Skipper! On, Bazza and Wayne!
Park up on that water tank. Grab a quick drink,
I’ll scoot down the gum tree. Be back in a wink!’
So up to the tank those eight kangaroos flew,
With the Ute full of toys, and Santa Claus too.
He slid down the gum tree and jumped to the ground,
Then in through the window he sprang with a bound.
He had bright sunburned cheeks and a milky white beard.
A jolly old joker was how he appeared.
He wore red stubby shorts and old thongs on his feet,
And a hat of deep crimson as shade from the heat.
His eyes – bright as opals – Oh! How they twinkled!
And, like a goanna, his skin was quite wrinkled!
His shirt was stretched over a round bulging belly
Which shook when he moved, like a plate full of jelly.
A fat stack of prezzies he flung from his back,
And he looked like a swaggie unfastening his pack.
He spoke not a word, but bent down on one knee,
To position our goodies beneath the yule tree.
Surfboard and footy-ball shapes for us two.
And for Dad, tongs to use on the new barbeque.
A mysterious package he left for our Mum,
Then he turned and he winked and he held up his thumb;
He strolled out on deck and his ‘roos came on cue;
Flung his sack in the back and prepared to shoot through.
He bellowed out loud as they swooped past the gates-
MERRY CHRISTMAS to all, and goodonya, MATES!’