Friday, May 29, 2009

Highlights from Crop for a Cause.

Debbie's punishment for secretly taking her photo on my camera is to have said photo published on my blog!
Two of my favourites, Kylie and Chezzie.
Aggie and Me. She's a good person. Me, not so much.

Thursday, May 28, 2009


A scorpion approached a frog on the side of a river. Listen Frog, I was wondering if you could carry me across the river, I need to get to the other side". The frog replies, "Why would I do that, you're a scorpion, you'll sting me".
The scorpion say, "No I won't, because if I sting you, you'll die, and I'll drown". The frog thinks for a moment and says "good point".
Half way across the river the scorpion stings the frog. The frog is dying from the poison and the scorpion is drowning. The frog says "Why'd you do that? Now we are both going to die."
"Because I'm a scorpion", it replied.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Like School on Sundays (me).

He has a French accent,
It sounds out of place,
Sitting us in our place,
He'll get us water,

Swanky, we're meant to think.
A bit wanky is what I reckon,
It is, if you think about it,
A glorified food hall,

Food delivered,
The French guy has a wooden table leg,
It turns out to be a too large pepper grinder,
Say 'when' he says,

The grub was good,
And we're meant to be grateful,
That the bread is gratis,
He pointed that out,

Good company is great though,
And his French accent,
I think he is bunging it on,
They don't do that at Maccas.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Old (s)crap!

I see Mel has directed some traffic from the 'Crop for a Cause' blog... thanks, I think. Ha ha!
It was good fun going to last Saturday's Crop and I look forward to the next one. No, I'm not a scrapper, but I thought I'd better post some scrapping I've done for the new visitors who would come to my blog and wonder where it is. I haven't completed anything in ages so this is some older work.

For those who don't know, I work at Kaisercraft... this LO has a photo of a bit of a mishap we had a while ago. One of the lads was driving a pallet of paper to the people who once packaged it for us, he went around a corner a touch fast and the whole pallet slid off the ute and ended up on the road. It was pretty funny stuff. Anyway, I took a photo and scrapped it, here it is.

Have a great day!

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Ramblings of the Thirsty.

Just a paper bag,
Contained within is life, leaves,
Staring down the oxidants,
Are the antioxidants.

That means nothing to me,
Someone must understand,
Why we believe we need,
Things we need not.

But the larder contains within,
No trace of Ceylon's finest,
There isn't even any Lipton,
I'm let down by a friend.

Usually so reliable,
Until now so dependable,
But I'll have to go home,
Because there is no tea.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Good Luck? Bad Luck?

A father and his son owned a farm. They did not have many animals, but they did own a horse. One day the horse ran away.“How terrible, what bad luck,” said the neighbours.“Good luck, bad luck, who knows?” replied the farmer.

Several weeks later the horse returned, bringing with him four wild mares.“What marvellous luck,” said the neighbours.“Good luck, bad luck, who knows?” replied the farmer.

The son began to learn to ride the wild horses, but one day he was thrown and broke his leg.“What bad luck,” said the neighbours.“Good luck, bad luck, who knows?” replied the farmer.

The next week the army came to the village to take all the young men to war. The farmer’s son was still disabled with his broken leg, so he was spared. “Good luck, bad luck, who knows?”