Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Whimsical Wednesday # 137

Welcome back to Whimsical Wednesday!

The day for your googled giggle that gets you over the hump that is Wednesday and sliding down into the weekend.

Today's giggle is another of the Calvin and Hobbes cartoon strips that I have blu-tacked to my wall.

"Dad, why do I shut my eyes when I sneeze?"

"If your lids weren't closed, the force of the explosion would blow your eyeballs out and stretch the optic nerve, so your eyes would flop around and you'd have to point them with your hands to see anything."

"How come you know so much?"
"It's all in the book you get when you become a Father."

I wasn't able to photograph these with a camera shadow, I hope that isn't going to bother anyone.

I thought of doing an online search for this strip, but changed my mind. I could search for hours and get a million cartoons, but not this particular strip.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Musical Monday # 21

Musical Monday 

I was introduced to Musical Monday by Delores who copied the meme from another site.

I think it’s a fun way to show off some of the music we like and brighten up our Mondays at the same time. 

I’ll be finding my clips on you tube, so will simply credit that site since there are often so many versions of everything and I wouldn’t want to accidentally credit the wrong artist.

 Today’s clip is: Johnny Chester

Shame and Scandal in the Family

and I can't find the lyrics.....not the version sung by Johnny Chester anyway.

So I've typed them out, in case you'd like to sing along.

"Woe is me, shame and scandal in the family.
Woe is me, shame and scandal in the family.

In Trinidad there was a family, with much confusion as you will see.
There was a mama and a papa and a boy who was grown,
Who wanted to marry and have wife of his own.

He found a young girl who suited him nice,
He went to his papa to ask his advice.
But papa said son, I have to say no,
That girl is your sister but your mummy don't know.

Woe is me, shame and scandal in the family,
Woe is me, shame and scandal in the family.

Well a week went by and the boy travelled round
And soon the best cook in the island he found.
He went to his papa to name the day, 
But papa just smiled and to his son he did say,
You can't marry that girl, I have to say no,
That girl is your sister but your mummy don't know.

Woe is me, shame and scandal in the family,
woe is me, shame and scandal in the family.

Well he went to his mama and covered his head,
He told his mama what his daddy had said.
But mummy just laughed and said Go Man Go,
Your daddy ain't your daddy but your daddy don't know!

Woe is me, shame and scandal in the family,
Woe is me shame and scandal in the family.
I said woe is me, shame and scandal in the family,
Woe is me, shame and scandal in the family!

another of my favourite songs, it's a lighthearted bit of fun and I laugh every time I hear it.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Sunday Selections # 185

Welcome back to Sunday Selections!

This once-a- week-meme was originally begun by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock, as a way to showcase some of the many photos we all take, but don't get around to showing on our blogs.

The rules are very simple:-
1. post photos of your choice, old or new, under the Sunday Selections title
2. link back to me, River, somewhere in your post
3. leave me a comment so that I know you've joined in and can come over and see what you've posted.
4. hop on over to TheElephant’s Child to see more of her wonderful photos.

Kath and Andrew often join in.
There are a couple of other participants too:
Jackie K at WorkingThrough It
Gillie at The View from Here

I usually go with a theme for my Sunday Selections and this week I'm continuing with some photos from my trip to the Gorge Wildlife Park with my friends J and J.

Dingos, the Australian wold dogs that live mostly in the interior, the red centre, what we in the cities call the outback.

our Aussie equivalent of the wolves and coyotes in other countries.
J is reaching in and scratching behind his ears.

wallabies roamed freely and followed anyone who had packets of biscuits for them.

they are a smaller cousin to the kangaroos, this one didn't hop over until J held out some biscuits.

I'd heard there were albino wallabies, but was surprised to see so many. Roughly half of the wallaby population was white.

they were very keen to get their share of the biscuits J was handing out.

look at that cute face.

two more albinos

a mixed mob at the other end of the field. 
It was a very large field, fenced, with gates that people must close when entering or leaving. 

a rather large joey getting lunch from mum.

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Angel's Antics

Welcome to your Saturday dose of Angel.

Angel then.......

taking up a tiny corner of the bed

fitting inside the lid of an egg carton

sitting on the old scratching post.

A couple of months later.....

yawning wider than I've ever seen

playing in the back porch

taking up much more space now.

Angel has just about outgrown his scratching post, so I bought a new one.

here's the old post at the end of my bed, you can see how short it is. only 75cm high

Angel now.

Here's the new scratching post >

184cm from floor to the top platform. Angel has a bird's eye view.

I like it up here.

I wonder if I can touch the light?  (He can't)

showing off my tail.
Remember back in the 50s and 60s when cars had bushy foxtails hanging from their aerials?
Angel has his own bushy foxtail.

I'm serious. It's my couch and I'm not moving.

but you can rub my cheek :)

alright, I'll move to the bed.

Friday, August 15, 2014

**koff koff**koff koff**

I won't be around much this weekend.
The unthinkable has happened.
I am sick. 
After years of bragging that I don't get colds, I now have one. 
Coughing, queasiness, hot and cold shivers, the works.


I'll be spending the weekend sipping hot teas, eating miniscule amounts of toast & jam and sleeping a lot. 
I have Vicks Vaporub on my chest and plenty of water nearby, so I'll be fine. I even went out and bought some cough syrup, gosh that stuff tastes awful. 

Angel is a little confused by my new smell, but coping rather well.

I know how this happened. Walking along a city street, a young man turned his head to cough and there I was, right in the line of fire. He coughed right into my face.

Going to bed now, as soon as I feed Angel.

Wednesday's Words on a Friday

On Wednesdays, Delores, from Under The Porch Light, has a meme which she calls

“Words for Wednesday”.

She puts up a selection of six words which we then use in a short story, or a poem.

I’m hopeless at poetry so I always do a story.

It’s a fun challenge…why not join in?

This week's words are:

1. boreal  (meaning:arctic; glacial; freezing)
2. rocky
3. tempest
4. lake
5. rising
6. breathe

and this phrase: the summer rain washed her face with bitter tears

Here is my story:

The summer rain washed her face with bitter tears.
Her tormenters had left and she was alone again.
She wasn't like them, but that didn't give them the right to tease and torment every time they saw her.
Even in school or on the streets in town, those privileged snobs couldn't leave her alone.

Anya sat on the rocky shore of the lake trying to breathe steadily, trying to stay calm, as she had during the teasing, but she could feel the change happening.

Flowing from her heart and mind was a boreal cloud, chilling everything in its path as it spread across the lake towards the town. Her breath came faster, becoming a wind, whipping up the waves on the lake. Clouds gathered, heavy and black, the steadily rising wind made by Anya an indicator of the tempest to come.

Anya directed the storm to the northern end of the town, the 'rich' end, where those girls lived in supreme comfort.
Anya's eyes flashed lightning as she unleashed her mighty tempest right over their homes.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Thursday Thoughts

according to my thesaurus, the word uncouth means strange; odd in appearance; awkward; crude; vulgar; bizarre; loutish; impolite; uncultured...the list goes on

So, uncouth. UN-couth.
For this word UN-couth, should there not be a "Couth" eqivalent?

We have opposites such as necessary-unnecessary; fulfilled-unfulfilled; cultured-uncultured and so on.
Yet there is no "Couth" to sit opposite UN-couth.
We never hear of anyone saying of another "he's so couth"


I've been back to the dentist again, this time for the permanent filling to replace the temporary one on my latest root canal work.
Last year my preferred dentist had to take time off for shoulder surgery and then therapy and recovery time; I wasn't at all happy about having to break in a new dentist, even though the clinic is the same one and all my notes and x-rays are there.
You get used to the person who has been caring for your teeth and knows them and your reactions to pain; who knows that for certain procedures extra anesthetic is required for a wimp such as me.
Well, the time came when I needed something done, so I bit the bullet (not literally) and made the necessary appointment.
And was pleasantly surprised. My new dentist is a woman, soft spoken, very gentle with her work and keen to discuss my previous problems and what I would like done in the future. Today's visit, (I'm writing this on a Monday evening, to be scheduled for Thursday), was so easy I almost fell asleep in the chair.
Having a lot of antihistamine might have had something to do with that, but really, the most discomfort I felt was from the band put around the tooth to isolate it while the work was being done. The band scraped against my tongue a bit and I mentioned that to her after the work was completed.


On the TV news, swine flu cases are skyrocketing again and people are being urged to get their flu shots.
Well, have you? Had your flu shots I mean? I've never had one and I'm not keen on getting one. I've never had the flu. I think that may be because I so often cover my nose and mouth with a hanky or tissue (whatever is in my pocket) when travelling on public transport because so many people wear overpowering perfumes or other products that I'm allergic to. I'd rather look silly than have a migraine or sinus headache.
And I wash my hands a lot, especially after being on a bus or in a supermarket. It's the number one recommended method of reducing your risk of catching anything.


I used to buy a lotto ticket or three every week. Then the price went up. No big deal, I was working,  but I did reduce the number of tickets I bought. I want to win, (who doesn't?) but I also like to eat.
After a few months, I decided I'd just buy two tickets whenever there was a mega draw on. A $20 million draw. These happened roughly every 13 weeks, four times a year, on a Saturday night.
Then lotto draws were introduced for Monday nights, Tuesday nights, Wednesday nights, Thursday nights (the powerball one) and now all of them have their own mega draws, or jackpot draws, that happen when the first division prize hasn't been won, so increases for the next week. And the week after, then the next week again if no one has won that first division prize.
This means that now, there is a mega draw going on several times a week until the money is won.
What's a girl to do?
Spend all of her money on tickets for all those jackpots?
Well, no. Remember, I do like to eat and you can't eat a losing paper ticket. (you could, but there's not enough nutrition in them, no matter how many you eat)
So I gave myself a stern talking to. Forget the Powerball draws. To win any decent amount of cash, you must have the number that matches the "powerball", a very iffy prospect. Forget all the weekday draws, unless they've jackpotted so high you'd be a fool not to take a chance.
Stick with just a single ticket (or two) on the Saturday mega draws.
Okay, decision made.
Now, the cost of buying a ticket has gone up again.
Oh Phooey! I'm back to buying a single ticket.