Post 720 ~ ~ ~ Friday, 14th January, 2011.
Hello again my friends ~~ I hope that all is well with your lives and that you
are all well. I am OK, but it has been a very depressing week or more in
Australia with serious floods all over the country. Queensland have been the
hardest hit and so many have lost their homes and everything in them. It is
so sad for them and the TV has had full time Q'ld flood information and some
horrific scenes and stories. It is distressing, but you feel you should watch.
One story from yesterday, 2 young boys were approached to be rescued and
the 13 year old said "take my 10 year old brother first". They did and saved
the younger boy while the elder one was washed away and drowned. What
a young hero, and what a tragedy for his family.
Over 75 % of Q'ld has been declared a disaster area and there has been
millions of dollars raised for the Relief Fund up there.
It has affected most of my family we visited in Gladstone, Gympie and Brisbane.
Gladstone didn't get flooded, but all the roads were cut and the shops empty.
That is where my daughter and her family live. I hope they got supplies there.
My brother Peter had to reschedule his cataract operation from yesterday
until the 22nd January. His home was quite safe, but the roads out were closed.
In Brisbane my granddaughters couldn't get to work, but their homes safe.
Things are easing now in Q'land with water receding, and flowing down to New
South Wales, and also Victoria. Also floods in Tasmania and Sth. Australia.
Meanwhile there have been bushfires in Western Australia.Hard to believe.
We have had lots and lots of rain in Shepparton this week which is so unlike
Summer weather here. We get most of our rain in Winter and it is so humid
too which is unusual for us.
Now to find some jokes and cheer up a little.Thank you Linda L. for "Walking."
Walking can add minutes to your life. This enables you at 85 years old to
spend an additional 5 months in a nursing home at $7000 per month.
My Grandpa started walking five miles a day when he was 60. Now he is
97 years old and we don't know where the hell he is.
I like walking especially when when they are taken by other people.
The only reason I would take up walking is so I could hear heavy
I have to walk early in the morning, before my brain figures out what
I joined a health club last year - - spent about 400 bucks.. I haven't
lost a pound. Apparently you have to go there.
Every time I hear the dirty word 'exercise' I wash my mouth out with
The advantage of exercising every day is so when you die, they'll say
"Well, she looks good doesn't she?"
If you are going to try cross-country skiing, start with a small country.
I know I got a lot of exercise the last few years...... just getting over
We all get heavier as we get older, because there's a lot more information
in our heads. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Every time I start thinking too much about how much about how I look
I just find a Happy Hour and by the time I leave, I look just fine.
You could run this over to your friends.....but just e mail it to them.
Next one from my friend in the UK - Biker Bob. Thank you.
There was a man who worked at the Post Office, whose job it was to
process all the mail that had illegible addresses. One day, a letter
came addressed in a shaky handwriting to God with no actual address.
He thought he should open it to see what it was about. The letter read:
Dear God, I am an 83 year old widow living on a very small pension.
Yesterday, someone stole my purse. It had $100 in it, which was all
the money I had until my next pension payment.
Next Sunday is Christmas,and I had invited two of my friends over for
dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with, have
no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?
The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other
workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few
pounds. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96,
which he put in an envelope and sent to the woman.
The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna
and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends.
Christmas came and went.
A few days later, another letter came from the same old lady to God.
Dear God, How can I thank you enough for what you did for me?
''Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my
friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your
wonderful gift. By the way, there was $4 missing.
I think it might have been those bast##ds at the post office.
Next one is from Mountain Wings. Thank you for "Survivor."
The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small uninhabited
island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him, and every day he
scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.
Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood
to protect himself from the elements and to store his few possessions.
One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut
in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had happened;
everything was lost. He was stunned with grief and anger.
"God, how could you do this to me?"
Early the next day, however he was awakened by the sound of a ship
that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him.
"How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man.
"We saw your smoke signal," they replied.
It is easy to get discouraged when things are going bad. But we shouldn't
lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain
Remember, next time your little hut is burning to the ground it just may be
a smoke signal that summons the grace of God. -- Author Unknown.
One my son John sent me called "The Outhouse Poem." Thanks John.
(Note: if you don't know what an Outhouse is - ask someone a
little older.) ( an outdoor toilet)
The service station trade was slow. The owner sat around
with sharpened knife and cedar stick
Piled shavings on the ground.
No modern facilities had they, the log across the rill
Led to a shack, marked His and Hers
That sat against the hill.
Where is the Ladies restroom, sir? The owner leaning back,
Said not a word but whittled on,
And nodded towards the shack.
With quickened step she entered there, but only stayed a minute
Until she screamed, just like a snake or spider might be in it.
With startled look and beet red face, she bounded for the door
And headed quickly for the car.
Just like three gals before.
She missed the foot log - jumped the stream. The owner gave a shout
As her silk stockings down at her knees
Caught on a sassafras sprout.
She tripped and fell -- got up, and then in obvious disgust
Ran to the car and stepped on the gas,
And faded into the dust.
Of course we all desired to know what made the gals all do
The things they did and then we found
The whittling owner knew.
A speaking system he'd devised to make things complete
He tied a speaker on the wall
Beneath the toilet seat.
He'd wait until the gals got set, and then the devilish tike,
Would stop his whittling long enough to speak into the mike.
And as she sat, a voice below struck terror, fright and fear,
"Will you please use the other hole,
We're painting under here!"
Thanks again Linda for "The Wellie Boot's Story."
This story is about the Pre-School teacher who was helping one of the
children put on his "Wellie boots" to go home.
He asked for help and she could see why. Even with her pulling and
him pushing, the little Green Wellies still didn't want to go on.
By the time they got the second boot on, she had worked up a sweat.
She almost cried when the little boy say, "Miss, they're on the wrong feet."
She looked down and sure enough they were. It wasn't any easier pulling
the boots off, but she managed to keep her cool as together they
worked to get the "Wellies" back off and on again, this time on the right feet.
Then he said quietly, "Miss, these aren't my Wellies."
She bit her tongue rather than shout and scream at him. "Why didn't you
tell me so?"
Once again she struggled to get the ill-fitting Wellies off his little feet.
No sooner had they gotten the Wellies off, he said, "They're my brothers
and my Mum made me wear them."
Now she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She mustered up what grace
and courage she had left to wrestle the Wellies back on his feet again.
helping him put on his coat, she asked, "Now then, where are your gloves?"
He looked up at her and said, "Mum told me to stuff them in the toes of
my Wellies so I wouldn't lose them."
The teacher will be eligible for parole in three years.
Well I had a good laugh at that one and hope that you did also. I have
just passed my 5 year anniversary blogging on December 28th.
I have enjoyed all of it, and met some wonderful friends in those 5 years.
Still going strong. Love and Best Wishes to you all. Cheers, Merle.
Post 720 ~ ~ ~ Friday, 14th January, 2011.