Jasper....
I can't remember the first time I met you.. I do remember that we used to have fun. I was exceptionally young, you and your sister were people who lived on the opposite side of the spectrum to me. I remember skinny dipping with you and Zoe down at the beach, it was so naughty, but god it was fun.
I have fond memories of hanging out with you and Zoe at the horse stud.. Thanks for the memories:
Jasper Legge. 15.06.1968 - 04.07.2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Vale Aunty Rube
Aunty Rube...
My god you were a beautiful woman. You were kind, a great cook, you loved us all unconditionally and you lived till you were a graceful 97 years old.. The last of a bunch of crazy kids and the sibling of my grandfather Robert.
You've seen things in your life that I could never imagine. You've been through two wars, the birth and growth of technology and god alone knows how many direct decendants. The impact you have made on this earth is more than anyone could ever imagine.
RIP Ruby Taylor Saturday 27th November 2010.
My god you were a beautiful woman. You were kind, a great cook, you loved us all unconditionally and you lived till you were a graceful 97 years old.. The last of a bunch of crazy kids and the sibling of my grandfather Robert.
You've seen things in your life that I could never imagine. You've been through two wars, the birth and growth of technology and god alone knows how many direct decendants. The impact you have made on this earth is more than anyone could ever imagine.
RIP Ruby Taylor Saturday 27th November 2010.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Vale Jason Niblett
Not that long ago I mentioned in my blog that I had a fight with a "Jason".
This afternoon I received a phone call from one of his colleagues informing me that he had been found in his home passed away. Apparently he had passed away from a heart attack at the age of 37. He wasn't found for 4 days and it wasn't until he didn't turn up for work that the alarm bells sounded.
Whilst he was a pain in the arse, I still loved him. He was one of the "good guys" and always stayed in touch and would give you the shirt off his own back in a heart beat.
Not many people knew the real Jason, I am not even sure I knew the real Jason.
We used to hang out, watch movies, study, cook, wrestle, stuff around, drink and a good laugh and sometimes a good argument.. He used to love my massages and used to love it when I would do ear candle treatments on him. He loved golf, had a real passion for it, and used to say that his game improved when we spent time with each other. He also loved cars.. He loved his Nissan Skyline and his motor bike (except when he came off it straight into a barbed wire fence) and wanted to buy a block of land in the country "somewhere west like Mudgee" he would say and build a fully self sustainable house. His passion was renewable energy, wind turbines and solar energy and would try to explain it to me which would end in frustration!
He loved a drink, and lord knows, tried to give up smoking.. But it was all too much and I think he loved it even though he knew it was bad for him.
Sleep overs usually consisted of him snoring so damned loudly and his sleep apnoea was that dreadful he would stop breathing which scared me more than once. Many a time he would nap on the sofa under the air conditioning remote control in hand wearing my grey tracksuit pants that he decided were his.
He loved garlic bread, and insisted on having it at most meals.
He used to get cranky with me for getting work done at the house without consulting him or letting him do it for me. When I did get work done, he would get upset especially if the job wasn't done to his high standards.
I attended your funeral today (Wednesday 15th Dec), met your Mum and Sister as well as your boss and a few work colleagues. It was all very mellow, and we needed you there to liven up the party. You have your Mum's eyes, she said that she wished she'd met me before today and I guess I wished I had too. I do hope that you were there and that you saw the number of people that were there, standing room only. So many people that you have touched in some way, shape or form..
All in all Jason, you were one that I loved to hate. You drove me nuts, but, you were a good man. Thanks for the fun times.. I'll miss you so much xx.
RIP, Jason NIBLETT, December 8th, 2010.
This afternoon I received a phone call from one of his colleagues informing me that he had been found in his home passed away. Apparently he had passed away from a heart attack at the age of 37. He wasn't found for 4 days and it wasn't until he didn't turn up for work that the alarm bells sounded.
Whilst he was a pain in the arse, I still loved him. He was one of the "good guys" and always stayed in touch and would give you the shirt off his own back in a heart beat.
Not many people knew the real Jason, I am not even sure I knew the real Jason.
We used to hang out, watch movies, study, cook, wrestle, stuff around, drink and a good laugh and sometimes a good argument.. He used to love my massages and used to love it when I would do ear candle treatments on him. He loved golf, had a real passion for it, and used to say that his game improved when we spent time with each other. He also loved cars.. He loved his Nissan Skyline and his motor bike (except when he came off it straight into a barbed wire fence) and wanted to buy a block of land in the country "somewhere west like Mudgee" he would say and build a fully self sustainable house. His passion was renewable energy, wind turbines and solar energy and would try to explain it to me which would end in frustration!
He loved a drink, and lord knows, tried to give up smoking.. But it was all too much and I think he loved it even though he knew it was bad for him.
Sleep overs usually consisted of him snoring so damned loudly and his sleep apnoea was that dreadful he would stop breathing which scared me more than once. Many a time he would nap on the sofa under the air conditioning remote control in hand wearing my grey tracksuit pants that he decided were his.
He loved garlic bread, and insisted on having it at most meals.
He used to get cranky with me for getting work done at the house without consulting him or letting him do it for me. When I did get work done, he would get upset especially if the job wasn't done to his high standards.
I attended your funeral today (Wednesday 15th Dec), met your Mum and Sister as well as your boss and a few work colleagues. It was all very mellow, and we needed you there to liven up the party. You have your Mum's eyes, she said that she wished she'd met me before today and I guess I wished I had too. I do hope that you were there and that you saw the number of people that were there, standing room only. So many people that you have touched in some way, shape or form..
All in all Jason, you were one that I loved to hate. You drove me nuts, but, you were a good man. Thanks for the fun times.. I'll miss you so much xx.
RIP, Jason NIBLETT, December 8th, 2010.
Friday, December 10, 2010
How proud am I?
My beautiful neice, the talented soul that she is has BLITZED her classes this semester..
Well done Boogie, I am exceptionally proud of you. You are awesome and I love you very much.
Me xx
Well done Boogie, I am exceptionally proud of you. You are awesome and I love you very much.
Me xx
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Flooding in Queanbeyan
Due to the weather conditions and flooding that is occuring in the Queanbeyan area I feel that a name change for the area is in order.
I declare that Queanbeyan is now "Bogan Atlantas".. I feel as though this is a fit name for the area now considering the amount of bogans per litre of flood water.
Let's hope there is enough flannel to soak up all that water.
I declare that Queanbeyan is now "Bogan Atlantas".. I feel as though this is a fit name for the area now considering the amount of bogans per litre of flood water.
Let's hope there is enough flannel to soak up all that water.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Nice November
It's November... For various reasons I am an absolute cranky pants during all if not MOST of November.
So, I've made a pact that for the rest of November I am going to be nice. Not saccharin sweet, but nice.. Not overly nice, but sedately nice. Not diazepam nice, but just nice.
Nice... If I fail to be nice to you, please put your grievences in writing and I'll get back to you in December.
Regards
Me
So, I've made a pact that for the rest of November I am going to be nice. Not saccharin sweet, but nice.. Not overly nice, but sedately nice. Not diazepam nice, but just nice.
Nice... If I fail to be nice to you, please put your grievences in writing and I'll get back to you in December.
Regards
Me
Friday, November 12, 2010
Tuesday's visit to my new best friend, Dr H.
I gotta tell you, for a busy man he is pretty prompt.
We arrived 15 minutes early as per the instructions.. Dr H. arrived soon after, even though I had a bit of a whinge about the fact that WE are expected to be there within a certain time frame why couldn't he be?
Then I thought, well he is probably driving an unreliable BMW or Jag or something along those lines and it's broken down or his car had been stolen in an unsavory part of town and therefore he couldn't get there on time. As I sit there thinking of all the "worst case scenario's" Dr H could be going through he walked through the door more or less spot on my appointment time. Thank god, cause the next thing on my list to think about was the fact that I may need to find another Neurologist, and this thought didn't appeal to me cause I have kinda gotten used to Dr H and his idiosyncrasies.
Very soon after he calls me in followed by my entourage of Mum and Aaron. He informs me that he has a student Doctor with him, who doesn't seem to have an identity.
It was a lengthy consult of over an hour, with questions and answers being thrown around the room and a great slide show of my brain MRI scans with a show n tell of the lesions in my brain, including one that is about the size of a 20c piece deep in the rear right of my brain and other smaller lesions that are a tear drop shape from my central cortex.
We discussed topics from medication to renovations.. He has indicated that he didn't want to put me on medication as yet, and to see what the next MRI shows. I have booked in for a full MRI of my brain and spinal cord on the 21st January which means over an hour in the MRI tunnel, however he has taken liberty of prescribing Valium for me in the circumstance that I cannot handle such a long period inside the machine.
He also wanted me to go for a VEP test (http://www.virtualmedicalcentre.com/healthinvestigations.asp?sid=52) which in laymans terms tests how my eyes react to my brain and vice versa. Bad news is I don't find out the outcome of this test until after the dreaded MRI in January when I see Dr H again which will be almost 6 months after diagnosis and should give some indication as to how the condition is progressing.
Oh, and by the way, he drives a Mazda!
We arrived 15 minutes early as per the instructions.. Dr H. arrived soon after, even though I had a bit of a whinge about the fact that WE are expected to be there within a certain time frame why couldn't he be?
Then I thought, well he is probably driving an unreliable BMW or Jag or something along those lines and it's broken down or his car had been stolen in an unsavory part of town and therefore he couldn't get there on time. As I sit there thinking of all the "worst case scenario's" Dr H could be going through he walked through the door more or less spot on my appointment time. Thank god, cause the next thing on my list to think about was the fact that I may need to find another Neurologist, and this thought didn't appeal to me cause I have kinda gotten used to Dr H and his idiosyncrasies.
Very soon after he calls me in followed by my entourage of Mum and Aaron. He informs me that he has a student Doctor with him, who doesn't seem to have an identity.
It was a lengthy consult of over an hour, with questions and answers being thrown around the room and a great slide show of my brain MRI scans with a show n tell of the lesions in my brain, including one that is about the size of a 20c piece deep in the rear right of my brain and other smaller lesions that are a tear drop shape from my central cortex.
We discussed topics from medication to renovations.. He has indicated that he didn't want to put me on medication as yet, and to see what the next MRI shows. I have booked in for a full MRI of my brain and spinal cord on the 21st January which means over an hour in the MRI tunnel, however he has taken liberty of prescribing Valium for me in the circumstance that I cannot handle such a long period inside the machine.
He also wanted me to go for a VEP test (http://www.virtualmedicalcentre.com/healthinvestigations.asp?sid=52) which in laymans terms tests how my eyes react to my brain and vice versa. Bad news is I don't find out the outcome of this test until after the dreaded MRI in January when I see Dr H again which will be almost 6 months after diagnosis and should give some indication as to how the condition is progressing.
Oh, and by the way, he drives a Mazda!
Friday, October 15, 2010
Introducing Flacido Gomez Dominican
From: Sally
Sent: Thursday, October 14, 2010 10:33 AM
To: Rach
How are you luv?
_____________________________________________
From: Rach
To: Sally
Yeah good… how are you going on the dark side?
_____________________________________________
From: Sally
To: Rach
Dark side is exactly that… Dark… Day four and I am not too sure. It's deafeningly quiet.
__________________________________________
From: Rach
To: Sally
LOL… just make it up Sal… it's all good! You'll be fine. I'll have to come visit you one day… I haven't been over there before :)
_____________________________________________
From: Sally
To: Rach
You are welcome anytime.
_____________________________________________
From: Rach
To: Sally
Right… well it's a date… are you in next week?
____________________________________________
From: Sally
To: Rach
Yes.. Unless:
a. I get hit by a bus
b. I go postal, which would result in you visiting me in another Government Building
c. I resign and become a monk
d. I get a sudden attack of paranoia and simply cannot leave the house
e. The cats eat me
f. I run away with the circus
g. I get a better offer
h. I am trapped in an MRI machine and the radiologist doesn't care
i. I was the 34th Chilean miner trapped 622mtrs underground and I was forgotten.. If so, please send help.
_____________________________________________
From: Rach
To: Sally
LMFAO! What about winning lotto? Doesn't that get a mention?
_____________________________________________
From: Sally
To: Rach
Oh please… Now you are just being unrealistically silly… Like that's going to happen!
_____________________________________________
From: Rach
To: Sally
LMFAO! Yep… you being the last miner is much more likely.
_____________________________________________
From: Sally
To: Rach
It could be… I am sitting down here in the dark on my mobile phone on webmail… It's been 10 weeks, they have done things to me I could never explain.. I only posed as a man so I could earn a bit more money.. Once my story is out I am going to sue that mining company for 37 million dollars for sexual assault.. Then I am going to buy a house in Spain overlooking the ocean and retire.
Can you please send me clean underwear? I am getting a bit rank and it's hard to get away from your own stench down here.
_____________________________________________
From: Rach
To: Sally
Let it be said that you, Sally *****, have a VIVID imagination!!!!
__________________________________________
From: Sally
To: Rach
Oh and when you report me missing to the Chilean Authorities can you please use the name Flacido Gomez Dominican? They don't know me as Sally ***** over here (who would believe that name!). I just need another week, by then the weight loss will be at it's supreme and I might be able to be put into that capsule thing without having to wrap my boobs around my neck to fit them in. Thanks.
_____________________________________________
From: Rach
To: Sally
LMFAO! No worries Flacido!!
_____________________________________________
From: Sally
To: Rach
You catch on quick; this is why I can trust you with this information.
p.s. sorry about the lack of postcards.
_____________________________________________
From: Rach
To: Sally
I am going to post this entire conversation on Facebook!
____________________________________________
From: Sally
To: Rach
I was going to change my name to Flacido on FB.. How many people will notice do you reckon? It could cause mass confusion…
I am gunna do it..
_____________________________________________
From: Rach
To: Sally
DO IT!!!
_____________________________________________
To: Rach
Done! NOW everyone will know my little secret.
_____________________________________________
From: Rach
To: Sally
You're a rebel…
_____________________________________________
From: Sally
To: Rach
I just hope no one comes to rescue me before my boobs have shrunk. Just to be on the safe side, could you please send me down some industrial strength gaffa tape or duct tape.. The tape I am using now to flatten my boobs (so I look more realistic as a blokey bloke miner) could do with a freshen up. Oh and some chocolate would be awesome, but it would have to be M&M's cause square blocks won't fit down the cylindrical food chute. Thanks again.
_____________________________________________
From: Rach
To: Sally
What about Pods? You like them!
_____________________________________________
From: Sally
To: Rach
Great idea! But will they melt? It's pretty warm down here, I figured M&M's cause they don’t melt in your hand. But pods would be awesome, just nothing with peanuts just in case I choke.. There is no one down here to give me the hyndlick manoeuvre.
____________________________________________
From: Rach
To: Sally
I have just read your email out in the office… we are all crying with laughter
Sent: Thursday, October 14, 2010 10:33 AM
To: Rach
How are you luv?
_____________________________________________
From: Rach
To: Sally
Yeah good… how are you going on the dark side?
_____________________________________________
From: Sally
To: Rach
Dark side is exactly that… Dark… Day four and I am not too sure. It's deafeningly quiet.
__________________________________________
From: Rach
To: Sally
LOL… just make it up Sal… it's all good! You'll be fine. I'll have to come visit you one day… I haven't been over there before :)
_____________________________________________
From: Sally
To: Rach
You are welcome anytime.
_____________________________________________
From: Rach
To: Sally
Right… well it's a date… are you in next week?
____________________________________________
From: Sally
To: Rach
Yes.. Unless:
a. I get hit by a bus
b. I go postal, which would result in you visiting me in another Government Building
c. I resign and become a monk
d. I get a sudden attack of paranoia and simply cannot leave the house
e. The cats eat me
f. I run away with the circus
g. I get a better offer
h. I am trapped in an MRI machine and the radiologist doesn't care
i. I was the 34th Chilean miner trapped 622mtrs underground and I was forgotten.. If so, please send help.
_____________________________________________
From: Rach
To: Sally
LMFAO! What about winning lotto? Doesn't that get a mention?
_____________________________________________
From: Sally
To: Rach
Oh please… Now you are just being unrealistically silly… Like that's going to happen!
_____________________________________________
From: Rach
To: Sally
LMFAO! Yep… you being the last miner is much more likely.
_____________________________________________
From: Sally
To: Rach
It could be… I am sitting down here in the dark on my mobile phone on webmail… It's been 10 weeks, they have done things to me I could never explain.. I only posed as a man so I could earn a bit more money.. Once my story is out I am going to sue that mining company for 37 million dollars for sexual assault.. Then I am going to buy a house in Spain overlooking the ocean and retire.
Can you please send me clean underwear? I am getting a bit rank and it's hard to get away from your own stench down here.
_____________________________________________
From: Rach
To: Sally
Let it be said that you, Sally *****, have a VIVID imagination!!!!
__________________________________________
From: Sally
To: Rach
Oh and when you report me missing to the Chilean Authorities can you please use the name Flacido Gomez Dominican? They don't know me as Sally ***** over here (who would believe that name!). I just need another week, by then the weight loss will be at it's supreme and I might be able to be put into that capsule thing without having to wrap my boobs around my neck to fit them in. Thanks.
_____________________________________________
From: Rach
To: Sally
LMFAO! No worries Flacido!!
_____________________________________________
From: Sally
To: Rach
You catch on quick; this is why I can trust you with this information.
p.s. sorry about the lack of postcards.
_____________________________________________
From: Rach
To: Sally
I am going to post this entire conversation on Facebook!
____________________________________________
From: Sally
To: Rach
I was going to change my name to Flacido on FB.. How many people will notice do you reckon? It could cause mass confusion…
I am gunna do it..
_____________________________________________
From: Rach
To: Sally
DO IT!!!
_____________________________________________
To: Rach
Done! NOW everyone will know my little secret.
_____________________________________________
From: Rach
To: Sally
You're a rebel…
_____________________________________________
From: Sally
To: Rach
I just hope no one comes to rescue me before my boobs have shrunk. Just to be on the safe side, could you please send me down some industrial strength gaffa tape or duct tape.. The tape I am using now to flatten my boobs (so I look more realistic as a blokey bloke miner) could do with a freshen up. Oh and some chocolate would be awesome, but it would have to be M&M's cause square blocks won't fit down the cylindrical food chute. Thanks again.
_____________________________________________
From: Rach
To: Sally
What about Pods? You like them!
_____________________________________________
From: Sally
To: Rach
Great idea! But will they melt? It's pretty warm down here, I figured M&M's cause they don’t melt in your hand. But pods would be awesome, just nothing with peanuts just in case I choke.. There is no one down here to give me the hyndlick manoeuvre.
____________________________________________
From: Rach
To: Sally
I have just read your email out in the office… we are all crying with laughter
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Apologies for absence...
Wow, where has that month gone?
I am afraid I will not be able to remember all that has happened during my absence, however I will be able to give you some highlights.
Got a pedicure
Yup, that should just about do it.
Nah, in all seriousness... I've been a busy little porkchop..
I feel relaxed and cleansed, albeit a bit tired. I've done a lot of travelling, spent some quality time with loved ones, seen new things, killed a bird, met new friends and even found an old one in the most unusual place, but mostly I have learnt more about myself by doing some soul searching.
I am afraid I will not be able to remember all that has happened during my absence, however I will be able to give you some highlights.
Got a pedicure
Yup, that should just about do it.
Nah, in all seriousness... I've been a busy little porkchop..
I feel relaxed and cleansed, albeit a bit tired. I've done a lot of travelling, spent some quality time with loved ones, seen new things, killed a bird, met new friends and even found an old one in the most unusual place, but mostly I have learnt more about myself by doing some soul searching.
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