A Code Of What?

Julia enjoyed her beachside holidays.  It meant she could lay off the shaving for a while and just be herself.

So the one who "leads" the country, the one I like to call Red, has come up with another amazing idea.  Fair dinkum, the amount of amazingness that that woman can come up with is astounding.

Her latest brainwave is to institute a code of conduct for those elected officials in parliment so they know that sexual harrassment is wrong, that spending money that isnt yours is wrong, and that breaking the law is...hang on, let me check....yup, thats wrong too.

ARE YOU SERIOUS??????????

If these wombats who have been elected by us need to be told that these things, and I am sure a myriad of other things, are wrong then we are in serious trouble.  You should just KNOW that you cannot break the law.  When you have to tell members of parliment what is right and wrong, well it says more about the calibre of person there than I care to think about.

Bring on the revolution. 

Unsettling

Kids: Creepy

As I lay in bed this morning I was awoken at 4.30am by the sound of laughing, a child's laughing.  At first I thought I was dreaming and rolled over to continue my sleep, but sure enough, there it was again, louder and more insistent.

Now not much scares me, Bindi Irwin, an empty fridge, a Cronulla grand final win are a few things, and now the sound of a child laughing at 4.30am can be added to the list.

Sure, Miss Three Year Old's room is next to ours, so I got up to see what all the hillarity was about.  Went into her room and she is sitting on the bed, holding her bubba.
"What's so funny?" says me
"Nothing" says her
"Who is making you laugh?" asks me
"No-one" says her staring over my shoulder.
"Well cut it out"

I decided it was a good idea to get ready for work (with all the lights on) and have an early start to the week.

When she starts talking to the TV ala Poltergeist, I am outta there.

Mr Chainsaw Can Sort This Out

Chainsaws: No longer just for juggling

Ah Campbelltown, how I miss thee. I look back on my time in the Campbelltown area, an area I lived in for ten beautiful years with much fondness, many a good time was had there, and I miss the simpler way people resolved their differences, like getting out the chainsaw and letting rip on the neighbours.

Surely you heard the story, neighbourhood stoush in Minto, words are exchanged, threats are made, fight ensues, protagonist grabs the chainsaw, end result—one bloke, the attackee, nearly loses an arm, the other, the attacker, one loses a finger.

But this morning I heard a statement on the news from a family member of the bloke with the chainsaw:

''Troy's finger is not getting sewn back on, he's lost his finger, so sucked in to the bloke whose arm got chopped,'' said Ms Thornton, who claimed she was also cut by the chainsaw during the altercation.

Wow.  She sounds like not only a great neighbour, but also a real catch in the love stakes. It is a damn shame death-match dating has finished.  I would be after her like a shot, she sounds like my kind of gal.

http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/news/sydney-news/bad-blood-between-clans-led-to-minto-chainsaw-mayhem/story-fn7y9brv-1226345205344

The King Visits!

Canberrans were agog and delighted with the recent visit of reigning despot and future King of Australia Crack to the small country town.
"I heard there had been an earthquake, I am here to see how I can help."
King Crack paid a visit to local dignitary and punting pro Maca who expressed thanks at the visit.
"Its good to see the King leave his estate up north and pay us a visit.  It really shows he does care, despite his harsh criticism of our little village."
The visit coincided with an eighteen birthday party for local rocker Cal, and the younguns at the party were seen to be sitting around The King listening intently as advice was dispensed on proper haircuts, what is wrong with the younguns, good music and a few bawdy jokes (How do you get to Brown Mountain?  I think you have to go by Pinkville!!! BBBAAAHHHAAAHHHAAA!!!!!!!!)
As the damage from the earthquake was minimal there was little else to do but burn wood, tell tales and drink as much beer as possible--all tasks were completed with ease, and left Canberra a better town for the visit.

DAMN!!!! I LOST AGAIN???!!!!!???

A recent pic of the horse Crack bet on in the 2011 running of the Melbourne Cup



Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid horses.

I hate The Melbourne Cup.

I hate it so much.