It's amazing who you see in your little home town!
We were in Safeway on Saturday. I was being the diligent partner and pushing the trolley whilst Bloke made the decision on what sweet meat was coming home with us for him to transform into some decadent and delicious morsel to be prepared and cooked by my very own MasterChef.
As I stand in a daydream (more than likely perving on Bloke's denim clad rear end) his voice penetrates my thoughts "That's Angry Anderson!".
A little astounded and shocked by his proclamation of someone famous in this little town I shrugged off his announcement calling "Yeah, ok love"... However, that did not dampen his persistence that he had in fact spotted Angry Anderson choosing apples in the fruit and veg section.
My reply of "What would Angry Anderson be doing here shopping for apples in Safeway?" whilst turning to the direction in which Bloke was pointing was soon scared for life and proven wrong when I spotted the man himself in all of his Rose Tattoo glory!
I was soon eating humble pie for doubting Bloke and his star spotting skills! I stood there slightly shocked when Bloke suddenly dropped the chicken thighs, falling with a thud and said "I'm going to say hi" and bounded for glory off to shake the legendary veteran rock 'n roll outlaw's hand! I figured he had nothing to lose after all they might be blood bros!
I wonder what apples he ended up choosing and whether he needed them for the roughage.
I wonder if he has a tattoo of an apple somewhere on his body. I hear that he has a tattoo parlour in Kings Cross. Maybe I'll take Bloke there to get a tattoo of an apple.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zeTBsQmMEpw
p.s. How many Angry Anderson/Rose Tattoo songs have I quoted in this blog?
Monday, August 29, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Prnksers!
How do you keep an idiot busy for the mjority of the morning?
Stick pperclip in the guts of their keybord and see how long it takes them to get it out.
Especilly when it is stuck under the A key.
Stick pperclip in the guts of their keybord and see how long it takes them to get it out.
Especilly when it is stuck under the A key.
The Great Murray River Tour
Bloke and I have just got home from a driving tour of the Murray River.
The Murray River (River Murray in South Australia) is Australia's longest river. It is approximately 2,375 kilometres (1,476 miles) in length.
Starting from the Albury area we made our way to Echuca as our first pit stop on the trip. Echuca was a thriving river port city during the 19th century but now it is a tourist destination with the odd paddle steamer boats potting down the river. Sadly the paddle steamers of today are powered by diesel instead of steam. It's a delightfully historic town and it would have been interesting to see it in it's hayday when it was bustling with people from all walks of life.
We went to the Beechworth Bakery for breakfast and meandered around the town and saw a few of the sites and popped into a few camping stores. Then motored on down the road heading to Mildura for the night.
Dinner was at the Mildura Working Man's Club (yes they let me in!) where up until 1995 it was noted as having the longest bar in the world. Followed by a great sleep at the best and cheapest hotel we stayed in.
Next day was a drive to the Barossa interrupted briefly by a stop at Banrock Station winery just over the Victorian/South Australian Border. We continued on to Adelaide where we stayed with one of Bloke's old friends from when he was a wee tacker and enjoyed a nice dinner and a few drinks and they caught up on old times!
The next morning we started off fairly early and drove through Adelaide headed to Victor Harbour on the coast. What beautiful scenery! I was happy to be able to sit back and take in the view.. This is the life!
Victor Harbour is such a decadent little town. Lots of antique shopping and little specialist shops.. A little steam train that goes through town which is a real tourist attraction and popular with kids! There is also a horse drawn carriage that takes tourists around but we didn't get the time to see that in the two nights we were there visiting family.
What we did see was a Camel in a horse float, which made me wonder if a camel is in a horse float does that mean it is no longer a horse float? Is it now a camel float? I think it's worth giving some consideration to.
Our trip home was a quick one. From Victor Harbour to Albury in one foul swoop which is over 800kms at the disadvantage of a couple of field mice and one rabbit who was in the wrong spot at the wrong time. On that note, why do you always clench your bum cheeks when you run over a critter?
So, back to reality after a relaxing 6 day break driving around and seeing a bit of the Country that I have never seen before (or don't remember seeing before) spending some quality time with loved one(s) and doing some soul searching whilst touring one of our country's beautiful natural wonders, the Murray River.
The Murray River (River Murray in South Australia) is Australia's longest river. It is approximately 2,375 kilometres (1,476 miles) in length.
Starting from the Albury area we made our way to Echuca as our first pit stop on the trip. Echuca was a thriving river port city during the 19th century but now it is a tourist destination with the odd paddle steamer boats potting down the river. Sadly the paddle steamers of today are powered by diesel instead of steam. It's a delightfully historic town and it would have been interesting to see it in it's hayday when it was bustling with people from all walks of life.
We went to the Beechworth Bakery for breakfast and meandered around the town and saw a few of the sites and popped into a few camping stores. Then motored on down the road heading to Mildura for the night.
Dinner was at the Mildura Working Man's Club (yes they let me in!) where up until 1995 it was noted as having the longest bar in the world. Followed by a great sleep at the best and cheapest hotel we stayed in.
Next day was a drive to the Barossa interrupted briefly by a stop at Banrock Station winery just over the Victorian/South Australian Border. We continued on to Adelaide where we stayed with one of Bloke's old friends from when he was a wee tacker and enjoyed a nice dinner and a few drinks and they caught up on old times!
The next morning we started off fairly early and drove through Adelaide headed to Victor Harbour on the coast. What beautiful scenery! I was happy to be able to sit back and take in the view.. This is the life!
Victor Harbour is such a decadent little town. Lots of antique shopping and little specialist shops.. A little steam train that goes through town which is a real tourist attraction and popular with kids! There is also a horse drawn carriage that takes tourists around but we didn't get the time to see that in the two nights we were there visiting family.
What we did see was a Camel in a horse float, which made me wonder if a camel is in a horse float does that mean it is no longer a horse float? Is it now a camel float? I think it's worth giving some consideration to.
Our trip home was a quick one. From Victor Harbour to Albury in one foul swoop which is over 800kms at the disadvantage of a couple of field mice and one rabbit who was in the wrong spot at the wrong time. On that note, why do you always clench your bum cheeks when you run over a critter?
So, back to reality after a relaxing 6 day break driving around and seeing a bit of the Country that I have never seen before (or don't remember seeing before) spending some quality time with loved one(s) and doing some soul searching whilst touring one of our country's beautiful natural wonders, the Murray River.
Reflective support..
I am watching RAGE in between bumming around the house and have made an observation:
Lady GaGa: who else would think about wearing a bra that makes your boobs look like disco balls?
Genious or tacky?
Now, why didn't Madonna come up with that idea instead of traffic cones?
Then Cindy comes on and tells us girls that all we wanna do is have fun, I have to admit that I do agree with her..
Thank being said, I am going to drink a whisky drink, a lager drink and sing a song about the good times. I'll get knocked down, but I'll get up again.. You just watch me!
:)
Lady GaGa: who else would think about wearing a bra that makes your boobs look like disco balls?
Genious or tacky?
Now, why didn't Madonna come up with that idea instead of traffic cones?
Then Cindy comes on and tells us girls that all we wanna do is have fun, I have to admit that I do agree with her..
Thank being said, I am going to drink a whisky drink, a lager drink and sing a song about the good times. I'll get knocked down, but I'll get up again.. You just watch me!
:)
Friday, August 12, 2011
Stylin' the waitin crib..
Sitting in the woman’s clinic the other day waiting for my specialist appointment I had the luxury of being able to do some people watching.
I am holding ticket/card no 38 and that’s just to see Reception to tell them that I am here to see the specialist. I am sure that this system works for them, but it sure doesn’t work for us, the long suffering patient! Maybe that’s why we are called patient’s?
So, I am a woman sitting in a room full of other women, pregnant women, mothers who have their screaming children because they too are sick of being “patient” and just want to go home. Instead I sit patiently knowing that I am going to be called at any moment, knowing what I am being called in for and dreading it.
That being said, if I had a choice between an internal examination and a Brain and Spinal MRI I’d choose the internal examination without hesitation.
I’ve learnt that it’s important when in these locations that you avoid your feet or knees protruding as much as you can. There are just some people that are reckless with strollers and have no hesitation in using you as a “wheel chock” so that stroller and precious cargo don’t roll away. Perhaps I look like the kind of woman who doesn’t mind and will not bite their head off when a stroller gets rammed into my foot, bum (soft and squishy as it may be), hip or knee. I’ve got news for them, I’m getting old and crotchety and one day I’ll snap!
Do I look like I want play bumper cars with you? Take a deep breath, and relax!
As I sit there people come and go. Couples are being congratulated on their impending birth. One particular couple where being congratulated by a gyno with a particular cynical tone in her voice. I look up to see what I presume to be Mum, Daughter and a young metro sexual “adolescent” who I can only presume is the daughter’s boyfriend (MSBF). Gyno was congratulating young girl, mother was asking copious amounts of questions even after the appointment (that’s how I worked out she was the mother/future grandmother).
Example of quality bog catchers:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otCpCn0l4Wo
I am disappointed in the lack of bog catchers in MC Hammer's "Pray" film clip:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7xNSgBkum7o
I am holding ticket/card no 38 and that’s just to see Reception to tell them that I am here to see the specialist. I am sure that this system works for them, but it sure doesn’t work for us, the long suffering patient! Maybe that’s why we are called patient’s?
So, I am a woman sitting in a room full of other women, pregnant women, mothers who have their screaming children because they too are sick of being “patient” and just want to go home. Instead I sit patiently knowing that I am going to be called at any moment, knowing what I am being called in for and dreading it.
That being said, if I had a choice between an internal examination and a Brain and Spinal MRI I’d choose the internal examination without hesitation.
I’ve learnt that it’s important when in these locations that you avoid your feet or knees protruding as much as you can. There are just some people that are reckless with strollers and have no hesitation in using you as a “wheel chock” so that stroller and precious cargo don’t roll away. Perhaps I look like the kind of woman who doesn’t mind and will not bite their head off when a stroller gets rammed into my foot, bum (soft and squishy as it may be), hip or knee. I’ve got news for them, I’m getting old and crotchety and one day I’ll snap!
Do I look like I want play bumper cars with you? Take a deep breath, and relax!
As I sit there people come and go. Couples are being congratulated on their impending birth. One particular couple where being congratulated by a gyno with a particular cynical tone in her voice. I look up to see what I presume to be Mum, Daughter and a young metro sexual “adolescent” who I can only presume is the daughter’s boyfriend (MSBF). Gyno was congratulating young girl, mother was asking copious amounts of questions even after the appointment (that’s how I worked out she was the mother/future grandmother).
Example of quality bog catchers:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otCpCn0l4Wo
I am disappointed in the lack of bog catchers in MC Hammer's "Pray" film clip:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7xNSgBkum7o
Sausages!
On my six (6) hour drive home last weekend, I drove via my sister's hometown to wish her a happy birthday and got halfway and could hear a thumping sound, stopped and checked thinking it might have been my tyre.
In the dark at 8pm with a torch that is about as useful as an empty pepsi box, I couldn’t see or feel anything on the tyre.
It was a Thursday night, I was on the side of the Hume so decided to push on and got to the Dog on the Tuckerbox and checked again in the light of the Service Centre, only to find that my driver’s side front tyre had delaminated and was in a very very VERY poor state. Damn! Three (3) hours to go and I would be home!
Alas, I was forced to do the overnight stop at The Dog's place and Friday morning I got two new front tyres from “Jonesy” at Bridgestone where I almost bought some Chicken, fetta and Spinach sausages but figured they wouldn’t be too crash hot by the time I made it home.
Then on Friday arvo I bought two more tyres for the rear from “Neville” cause apparently all of my tyres needed replacing before I returned to Sydney and I got a very VERY stern disapproving look when I got home considering I’d been told the weekend before that they needed replacing… *sigh*. So, now Dorry has four new shoes.
I wonder what those sausages tasted like….. I suppose they shouldn’t be eaten at dinner time cause they have cheese in them. According to Helen's Mum, eating cheese before bedtime gives you nightmares!
In the dark at 8pm with a torch that is about as useful as an empty pepsi box, I couldn’t see or feel anything on the tyre.
It was a Thursday night, I was on the side of the Hume so decided to push on and got to the Dog on the Tuckerbox and checked again in the light of the Service Centre, only to find that my driver’s side front tyre had delaminated and was in a very very VERY poor state. Damn! Three (3) hours to go and I would be home!
Alas, I was forced to do the overnight stop at The Dog's place and Friday morning I got two new front tyres from “Jonesy” at Bridgestone where I almost bought some Chicken, fetta and Spinach sausages but figured they wouldn’t be too crash hot by the time I made it home.
Then on Friday arvo I bought two more tyres for the rear from “Neville” cause apparently all of my tyres needed replacing before I returned to Sydney and I got a very VERY stern disapproving look when I got home considering I’d been told the weekend before that they needed replacing… *sigh*. So, now Dorry has four new shoes.
I wonder what those sausages tasted like….. I suppose they shouldn’t be eaten at dinner time cause they have cheese in them. According to Helen's Mum, eating cheese before bedtime gives you nightmares!
Genes shed new light on cause of MS!
Any news is good news I guess! :)
http://video.news.com.au/2088801502/Genes-shed-new-light-on-cause-of-MS?area=videoindex19
http://video.news.com.au/2088801502/Genes-shed-new-light-on-cause-of-MS?area=videoindex19
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