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  1. Nan

    on the move

    Did you run away from home? Where are you headed ?
  2. Good to hear you are settled and seem to be happy with the changes, Dawn. It would be great to have the boys with you and kids need to have at least one parent there for them on a very regular basis. Keep up the improvements and don't post any photos that might get you in trouble lol xxx
  3. Yay, I feel very spesh now that I have had the thumbs up from Ryan !!! He gets an extra big hug I remember you telling me years ago when he was a baby that you played classical music, how good it is that he now enjoys it. I think he will definitely cherish the CD when he is given it
  4. You just never know what you never know
  5. He's had a few ups and downs over the past 200+ years
  6. Just tell him I'm the wicked witch of the south, who sat up with his mom when he was just home from hospital, and who has followed his progress (and later Cody's progress) since he was a baby. Maybe one day I will give him a hug in person, you never know what life throws at you .. xxx
  7. It sounds to me that you are in a good place now Dodge and doing what you need to be doing to get some quality of life. Really pleased to hear your news and see the pics. The colours on the water. We got that now and then on the lagoon in Vila, it was quite magical.
  8. G'day Dawn, I agree with what Koach said, when you are ready we're here, and in the meantime, you know how to get in touch Sending you a hug because I can, and an extra two for the boys when you see them from their Aussie Nan.
  9. We miss you too Li'l Dancer Dawn take care and get back to us when the time is right xx
  10. Wishing you the very best of everything for 2015 Dawn, I hope it's a good year <3
  11. THE BIRTH OF THE BUSHMAN'S WARDROBE John Barlow For those who travel the great outback; For those who tread in the bushman’s track. There’s a question that’s been asked for many years A question that’s brought grown men to tears (Which may depend of the number of beers, That a bloke might have imbibed). It’s a broken many friendships, developed on the track. It’s broken many bonds that can’t be mended back. It’s caused fights and disagreements; It’s even caused divorce; That eternal question is a well-known one, of course: What do you do with your swag when you’re home? What do you do with Matilda? Where does she rest when you’re finally back From wandering down the wallaby's track? Where does she sleep when you’re home? Is she thrown in a corner in the old laundry room, Standing on end with the mop and the broom? Where the smells of the washroom enter her skin, So when next on the road you know where she’s been; What do you do with your swag? Does she sleep on the top of the old, antique ‘robe, In the junk room that’s known as ‘the spare’, So when next you need her, she’s covered in dust, With a coating of vac-fluff and hair. Is that what you do with your swag? Or, does she live in the shed at the back of the yard, With the mowers - both going and not, Where snakes slither in and red-back’s build nests, With the possums and rodents and all of the rest, Is that the best place for your swag? I’ve tried all these places and found none was quite right, For Matilda, my travelling mate, Who comforts me well, at night in the bush, And travels the roads with narry a push; She’s that kind of friend, is my swag. What do you do with your swag when you’re home? The question kept rattling around In my head, ‘til it struck me, the answer was found, “A rack, that’s what’s needed”, I cried most profound, “That’s what I want for my swag!” A rack on the wall, where Matilda can rest. A bed of her own - up high would be best, Where she can sleep off the journey and build up her strength, For the next trip away - no matter the length. That’s what I’ll get for my swag. “Nothing too flash, now”, I said to myself, “I don’t want her putting on airs. I don’t want her acting the toff on the track; I don’t want none of this talking back; I don’t want to spoil my swag”. “Nothing too flash, now”, I said once again, “It needn’t be copper or brass; Like you’d see on the trains of days long gone by, Up front, with the swells, in the upper class; That’s much too good for my swag”. “But a second-class rack wouldn’t be too bad, Like the ones I remember when I was a lad, When ideas of adventure and travel, I’d had, And taken off for the wallaby’s pad; That’ll do for my swag”. Now I had the solution set in my head; A great idea for Matilda’s bed. But where would I find one, that’s the next task. And as that question I started to ask, It didn’t look good for my swag. The prices they quoted were right through the roof. And the people I spoke to were somewhat aloof; As dealers antique have a wont to be, When an easy mark they think they see. Things became grim for my swag. ‘Til a little voice – a familiar voice – whispered in my ear; A little voice – Matilda’s voice – said, with the hint of a sneer, “Why don’t you make one, you stupid man; All you need now is to draw up a plan”. So that’s what I did for my swag. With pencil and paper, and by dim candle light, I strained my brain all through the night, Like a man on a mission, I’d struggle and fight With ideas and concepts, ‘til I got it right; And I designed a bed for my swag Early next morning - well before sparrow’ fart, I was down in my shed, and making a start; Ferreting ‘round through the old timber rack, ‘Til I found a few pieces, on the floor, at the back, That would suit for a bed for my swag Like a man possessed, I worked through the day, Until, by nightfall, I thought I could say, That I’d built a rack of classical style, Where Matilda could rest between the miles; I’d finished the rack for my swag. But, as I stood back, admiring my work, Another idea began to lurk. It wasn’t quite finished, it wasn’t quite there; And as I scratched where there used to be hair, I thought, “There’s more I can do for my swag”. The idea nagged me, all through the night; The thought that there was something not right; Something that said the job was not done; Something that said the race was not run; That she wouldn’t be happy, my swag. The idea nagged me as I walked out the door, And reached down and grabbed my hat from the floor, Where it usually rested when not on my head, The last thing doffed before going to bed; The inseparable mate of my swag. That’s what was missing, I knew straight away. The thought became clear, as night turns to day. My swag would be lonely without her old mate, The old patched fur felt that covered my pate, The buddy, the pal, of my swag. Another day’s work and the job was done. The hat racks were added – and a shelf for my rum. Some hooks for my coats were added as well, So my old battered oilskin had a place to dwell. The job was done for my swag. The bushman’s wardrobe had now been born. No longer would Matilda rest, forlorn, In the laundry, the shed, or in the spare room, Locked away from the action, as if in a tomb; I now had a home for my swag. These days, when I come in off a roam, And finally make it back to my home, After cleaning off the dirt of the track, Matilda rests in her custom-made rack, In the bed I have built for my swag.
  12. Wow, good size Dodge !! Did you cook it and have a feast ?
  13. Not a joke as such, but a little poem by Pam Ayres. I don't know if she is known in the USA but she is very popular in other parts of the world and her poems are always fun. She has some youtube clips also and her accent is delightful (if you can understand it). Below is a sample of her work : SATNAV = a little POEM by Pam Ayres The Satnav - by Pam Ayres I have a little Satnav, It sits there in my car A Satnav is a driver's friend, it tells you where you are. I have a little Satnav, I've had it all my life It's better than the normal ones, My Satnav is my wife. It gives me full instructions, Especially how to drive "It's sixty miles an hour", it says, "You're doing sixty five". It tells me when to stop and start, And when to use the brake And tells me that it's never ever, Safe to overtake. It tells me when a light is red, And when it goes to green It seems to know instinctively, Just when to intervene. It lists the vehicles just in front, And all those to the rear And taking this into account, It specifies my gear. I'm sure no other driver, Has so helpful a device For when we leave and lock the car, It still gives its advice. It fills me up with counselling, Each journey's pretty fraught So why don't I exchange it, And get a quieter sort? Ah well, you see, it cleans the house, Makes sure I'm properly fed It washes all my shirts and things, And keeps me warm in bed! Despite all these advantages, And my tendency to scoff, I only wish that now and then, I could turn the bugger off.
  14. LOL then I'm not going to try making it .. but had I made it I would have altered the recipe a bit lol
  15. Could you expand on that, Star ?
  16. This is a flathead - it is a very nice eating fish
  17. A fish .. known here as a Flathead (or flattie)
  18. Happy Christmas Smiley and everyone ! Whatever else Christmas my be, it is also a time for families and friends to get together and celebrate life and have a few days off work and school, I hope however you spend your Christmas is happy !
  19. That crab looks delicious, Dodge !!!!!!! I hope you enjoy
  20. It looks good and easy to do but why all the frozen stuff? Fresh is best (and cheaper) I shall try it. Koach you could use a different soup, perhaps a vegetable soup would be good
  21. Nan

    The Luck of the Irish

    LOL !!!!
  22. I know someone who actually did that with prawn shells
  23. Neat boat Dodge, and a project maybe ? It looks like a nice part of the country and I know I've been there as a kid but that was a while back so I'm sure it's changed. Always nice to be out of the city, and I hope you enjoy the lifestyle Now go catch a fish !!!
  24. Nan

    Pray for money

    LOL !!
  25. Nan

    Bad Parrot

    LOL love it !!
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