Quietly going about their business but such a pity some smoke too.

Doing it quietly is not always the case arriving at that pinnacle of bliss, but there are somethings you just cant change and one of them is that human beings like making babies, so it is nice to know the majority of us are quietly going about the business of keeping the human race going, and it seems those who are leading the charge are women in western Sydney the city's true heartland.
Now this is good for the economy and-more importantly-good for brothers and sisters. It's not scandalous or outrageous but behind closed doors across Sydney little miracles are being made every day.
Unfortunately some women are making headlines for the wrong reasons, I suppose you might say this a spin off from a former post of mine "Kiss a non smoker and taste the difference"(Archives March 23-05). Most intelligent people who smoke are probably aware that smoking for the first thirty years of your adult life will reduce your life expectancy by up to ten years and also reduce hanky panky within the boudoir considerably too. those who have stopped puffing will tell you I must have been nuts not to have packed it in long ago. However, it is sad when the habits of mothers who smoke will in turn give their unborn child a legacy of lung and breathing problems to deal with for the rest of their lives. I am reliably informed that around twenty per cent of pregnant women continue to smoke during pregnancy against strong advice from health authorities. I say it should be mandatory by law for women to stop smoking during pregnancy and measures taken to forcibly isolate them from tobacco products in order to guarantee the optimum health of the new baby.

Twenty three years ago just prior to Christmas I was suffering from a severe bout of colley wobbles-an undefined medical problem which was giving me a few bad moments with ongoing pain. In the washup the Doc informed me I would be dead within three months if I did not cease smoking. From that moment on for me fags were a thing of the past, I had too much to live for, my health improved and gave me more powers within the boudoir.
However, I still believe that the Doctor was a lying sod, but I had litte time to Question his wisdom.

I'll never understand this global warming thingy.

Down in the South Pacific Lies the land of Oz. Nowt to do with the Judy Garland's 1939 wizard of Oz movie, however, we do have heaps of yellow dust roads just as bumpy as brick ones. As for wizards in oz, we have an over supply drawn mostly from the ranks of failed lawyers, who now pose as leaders of the community. Besides being a country made up seven states, Oz is also a Continent which colloquially speaking occasionally becomes 'Incontinent' due to the diverse weather patterns. Oz is an upside down Country, where Christmas comes during the height of summer when locals get it off instead of rugging up. Our hot winds come from the North; so a southerly wind during the festive season can be a blessing.
Officially, today is the first day of summer in Oz, I live on the beautiful Central Coast 120klm North of Sydney in New South Wales on the Pacific Ocean. Last night we required an extra blanket at 2..AM and the temp was 11 Cel at 8..AM. It is now 1030..AM and we have an outside temp of 16 Cel, It is completely overcast and we are having intermittent rain continuing from midday yesterday. tomorrow could be a different kettle of fish probably not unlike eight days ago when we sweltered in temperatures ranging up to 46 Cel when I wore shorts and a singlet but right now a fleece top and track pants.

Checking the car tyres before going shopping yesterday revealed a large nail and a flat rear tyre, all fixed now but a nuisance having got cleaned up to go out and it was piddling down.

I may be going visiting this weekend it is unlikely more will be posted until next week, then again I may change my mind ( am I allowed to do that)I'll ask her indoors.

Everyone have a pleasant week. Back soon Vest.

Some Grand parents have not lost sight of what children need.

It is not only the Authorities who have to provide answers but parents themselves who blatantly ignore the real needs of children. Grand parents should not be the solution when bringing up children, Grannies have done their job and need to relax take it easy before they pop off to eternity.
So why are many modern parents ignoring their responsibilities and neglecting their children like never before.
It is simply because of the Us and Me syndrome society where many children are not considered a prime factor within the family and are ignored. A bit of keeping up with the Jones's goes back ages but its now like keeping up with the Forsythe-Silvertail-Smythes.
A comfortable house - home indeed yes but a huge mansion to accommodate more than is required in preference to the finance being spent on parental guidance and education and affection, no.
Thirty something couples have been dragged into the status cult where bigger and better looking houses have become the new magnet for visual self respect, what happens within these homes of absent couples working their butts off in order to maintain their facade of opulence; is in total contrast to the view from the street. Infighting, bickering and wondering how they can afford to send John and Jane to that private school where Dr Dick Cashedup next door sends his brats.
But that recent interest hike has hit them hard, so poor old Grandma's called out of retirement to get the children ready for school and provide boxed lunches now that school lunches are financially outed.
It is time Children were put first. We all have to work during our lifetime, however, we must live within our means.

An excerpt from 'Waving goodbye to a thousand flies". Re Bruce.

Everyone suddenly is interested in Bruce and his legendry activities. Re comments on previous post.
Here goes:

Bruce.
Another good-looking, thirty-something lady who had employed us
for many years was always eager to give me a compliment. During one
visit, she asked me to go to the bathroom with her. She looked rather
flushed at the time. I thought it might be a plumbing problem. She shut
the door and started to undo my zipper. She said, “I know you like me.
It’ll only take a few minutes.” I was quite unprepared for this, knowing
my son was outside.
“Not right now, for Pete’s sake!” I said, zipping up my strides. She
kissed me and told me she was disappointed. Shortly afterwards, when
the amorous wench was still feeling a bit put out by my rejection, she
asked if I would get someone to do her windows on Saturday morning. I told her that on Saturday morning, her wish would come true. On Saturday morning, I
sent around a much younger bloke to do the job. Bruce, whose
knowledge of women was legendry, told me later he was pleased to get
the extra work and that if any more work of this nature came about in the
future, he would be quite happy to take it on, even if it meant working
nights or on Sundays. The young lady later told me that she thought of
me while she was having her windows cleaned on Saturday, and would I
arrange for the job to be done more often. I told her that the reason I
hadn’t joined her in her desire for fulfilment was because I was suffering
from a contracted dose of monogamy. I also told the dear lady that she
was a very desirable woman and it would have undoubtedly ended on a
satisfactory note. She hoped that what I was suffering from wasn’t
terminal and wished me a speedy recovery.
There was also another lady from Winston hills who was a genius in
the art of perpetual conversation. Only stopping when totally exhausted,
she would then lower her head, take a deep breath, and start again. After
a few visits, we gave this job away to my friend, Bruce, who later told me
in secrecy how he got her to stop talking for a little while.

One morning, we arrived at a female lawyers residence. The
lady had visitors, namely the police, council inspectors, and an irate
neighbour. Apparently, the neighbours illegally erected back fence had
been destroyed when the female legal eagle had wielded a chain saw in a
fit of rage. A few days later this thirty something lady told me in strict
confidence that she was looking for someone about her age who was
strong and fit and able to be on call at short notice to clean the pool, do a
bit of gardening and do the other things previously undertaken by her ex
husband. This lady was quite attractive I thought, but the chainsaw thing
was worrying, and Mary my dear wife would wonder what the ex
husbands other duties were. After a while she said, “If you cant do it
there is a fifty dollar bonus in it; if you find the right guy.
Bruce one of our standby workers answered the needs of the chainsaw lady. MS
Chainsaw paid the fifty bucks when I called next to her place to check that the cleaners had done the job ok. The chainsaw lady told me not to go in the end room as Bruce was still asleep and recovering.
Bruce later thanked me with a twenty-dollar bill for getting him the job.

I must also mention the dance teacher, who was wearing shorts when
she decided to show me her sons school photos. I was sitting on a chair
drinking the coffee she had made for me when she joined me on the
chair. Moments later, she was wriggling a fair bit and said, “You got my
message pretty quick, lover boy. "Absolutely" I replied, "You are sitting on my mobile phone".
Those cell phones in the eighties were huge. like bricks or should I spell Bricks with a 'P'.
There are other Bruce stories but this will be all for now. VEST DAILY GAGGLE.

A Crabby Old Man.

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte, Nebraska , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Missouri .

The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.


Crabby Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . . . . What do you see?
What are you thinking . . . . . when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man . . . . . not very wise,
Uncertain of habit . . . . . with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food . . . . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . . . . . 'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . . . . the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not . . . . . lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . you're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am. . . . . . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, . . . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . . . . . with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters . . . . . who love one another.

A young boy of Sixteen . . . . with wings on his feet.
Dreaming that soon now . . . . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows . . . . . that I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . . . . With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons . . . . . have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me . . . . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . . My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me . . . . . my wife is now dead.
I look at the future . . . . . shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing . . . . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . . . and the love that I've known.

I'm now an old man . . . . . and nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles . . . . . grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone . . . . where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass . . . . . a young guy still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys . . . . . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . life over again.

I think of the years, all too few . . . . . gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people . . . . . open and see.
Not a crabby old man . . . Look closer . . . see ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet
an older person who you might brush aside
without looking at the young soul within.

We will all, one day, be there, too!

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The best and most beautiful things of
this world can't be seen or touched.
They must be felt by the heart.



Have a great day! Sent in By Christine M. U/K.

Should a Woman cast aside tradition and Propose to the Man in her life.

TRADITION DICTATES THAT WOMEN CAN ASK MEN TO MARRY THEM ON FEBRUARY 29 IN A LEAP YEAR. A TRIUMPH FOR EQUALITY – OR A RECIPE FOR DISASTER?
Amy say's: YES.
When I was a little girl, I read Snow White and dreamed that one day I too would be kissed by a handsome prince and awake to a proposal of marriage and happily-ever-after.
Then I grew up and got real. What if the prince had commitment problems or was saving up to buy a property? As a passive woman who left her destiny up to fate, poor Snow White would have suffocated in her glass coffin or had to shack up permanently with the seven dwarves.
I don’t think there is anything desperate or emasculating about women proposing to men. I feel that if I ever meet Mr Right and want to pop the question, I’ll be able to hand him a ring box without him handing me his testicles. Then again, I’ve never been a girl who’s had the wedding dress picked out before the first-date appetisers arrive.
Call me crazy, but I think that if I’m lucky enough to find someone I want to spend the rest of my life with, the wedding process will be secondary.
I talk from experience as I’ve had a few marriage proposals. One boyfriend flew me to Paris, where he presented me with a huge diamond ring on a bed strewn with rose petals. Unfortunately, he was also insane. The setting was picture-perfect but the marriage would have been a total disaster.
There are probably men who would label a girl who takes a chance and pops the question as desperate. But I wouldn’t want to marry a small-minded man like that anyway.
I’m not sure that I would actually propose marriage myself, because I love surprises. But I’m not ruling anything out. If my crazy, roller-coaster love life has taught me anything, it’s to expect the unexpected. Hopefully the man of my dreams will have a similar life philosophy.
I’ve come a long way since I was the starry-eyed little girl eagerly devouring fairy tales. When I meet Mr Right I hope the idea of spending our lives together will evolve through discussion before either of us goes down on one knee. Especially if I’m wearing stilettos!”

Vest, says NO
Even though February 29 is just one day out of 1,461, it’s a dangerous precedent to set. If you’re considering asking your man to marry you in a leap year let me give you a word of advice: DON’T.
To start with, there is very little left that is solely ‘man’s work’.
There are women builders, women priests, women generals… before long I expect that science will make it possible for women to become sperm donors too, smashing down the last door that stands between men and obsolescence.
So as a courtesy, I ask you to leave us one last tradition: the act of question-popping.
And there’s a more pressing reason why you should not ask. After a certain period of time, men in long-term relationships simply stop listening to their girlfriends’ questions.
In the interest of a bit of peace and quiet, men learn to say ‘yes dear’, regardless of what is being asked. For example:
Her: Have you taken out the rubbish?Him: Yes dear.Her: Will you clean my car this weekend?Him: Yes dear.Her: Do you think Freud was right when he said that conscience is the internal perception of the rejection of a particular wish operating within us?Him: Yes dear.
These men have no idea what they’re agreeing to. They just want to watch the football/go to the pub/finish reading the newspaper. In peace. Add ‘will you marry me?’ to women’s repertoire of questions and you risk relationship carnage.
Men will find themselves facing a lifetime of commitment with no way out and no idea how they got there. They will feel trapped, resentful and confused, and that’s no way to start a life together.
If your boyfriend hasn’t asked you to marry him, it’s not because he’s lost the power of speech or he’s waiting for the price of diamonds to drop or because you’re so beautiful he gets tongue-tied whenever he looks at you.
It’s because he’s simply not sure he wants to marry you. I’m not saying he doesn’t want to marry you ever. I’m not saying it hasn’t crossed his mind. I’m just saying that, at the moment, he’s not sure.
So save yourself the embarrassment and fight the urge to propose to your boyfriend at any time.

Students too young and unskilled in English expected to learn Asian languages.

I Am firmly opposed to having any dialect of the Chinese People being taught to Primary Schoolchildren within Austalia.
We are not part of China - nor do we have a common border with the Communist Chinese or the Nationalists on Taiwan (Formosa).I am aware that P M Kevin Rudd gets his rocks off speaking ying tong but the majority of people here in the land of OZ do not or cannot afford to trot off willy nilly at any given time,to visit Mao's Mausoleum and take in a feed fried dog fritters.
The one thing we have in common with the Yellow Hordes is - we owe them billions of oz bucks, courtesy of our PM Kevin Rudd( With a name like that he would never get a job at 'Harland and Wolfe'.
There are countless issues that need addressing but learning Chinese at an early age is not a priority and is absolutely ludicrous.
English must be the main Primary subject, because in its self it is a complex language to learn which most Australians have not mastered.
Carmel Tebutt the NSW Health Minister Ia a fair example, Her English is pretty painful.
With regard to myself I doubt if I shall ever reach that pinnacle of learning despite being of English descent.
Having lived in Asia namely Singapore, Malaysia and Hong Kong collectively for around five years, I was never at a loss when having to communicate with even the lower end of the supposedly, non English speaking bona fide natives.
Unless your future employer is to be the foreign office or an international stock broker OK, However, it is highly unlikely that a trades person, civil or public servant, armed forces and police would find it necessary to waste valuable educational time on some superficial qualification, and at the same time add to the waste of public money.
Now on the other hand and you are far sighted and envisage the imminent or perhaps a later date for the invasion of the Oriental hordes and wish for a bi-lingual tongue to enable yourself to acquire a well paid advisory job as a Quisling in the newly established Ovaleye Republic, then waste your own bloody shekels tosho, learn and pay for the privilege out of Govt time. However, with an entrenched vanguard of about 200,000 English speaking Orientals forming the fith column forcing you out of an envisaged safe job, a job as a cleaner or in retail might be a far better option.

"Be careful of little things. Life is a great bundle of little things".
Back Soon, Vest.

Dinner was a Strict Family Affair. Rusky version of Long Pig..

Sergey the carnivore not-unlike a Gater, gobbled his mater with veggies and taters.
MOSCOW: A Russian cannibal who ate his mother was given a higher sentence by a judge who said: "He was starving, he needed to eat". Sergey Gavrilov, 27, was jailed for jusy 14 years after confessing; "I did not like the meat very much.It was too fatty. But I was just so hungry, I had to eat it.

Better is better than Worse

Thinking people of this planet make changes possible.
Change; should and must bring betterment for all peoples.
Stagnation, archaic beliefs, dusty rules and most tradition must be forfeited for the good of all.
To desire and strive to be of some service to the world, to aim at doing something which will increase the happiness and welfare of all people(without drugs).
This is a choice which is possible for us all, and today is a great day to start that voyage and the search for betterment.
Although most of my voyages for betterment were not all successful, there were others who gave all in attempting to save others from future mismanagement. However, I live with the knowledge that I have done my best, and am prepared to do more for others when possible.
As I have mentioned, it is a great day today, the sun is bright and I am hot, I have replaced the seeds and plants in the garden which had been murdered by the Cats from next door. I will admit I was more than just slightly miffed but realised that cats have to take a shite somewhere and feel honoured by them for choosing such a great spot.

Remember: He or She who is not courageous enough to take risks will accomplish nothing.

"Have a wonderful weekend" Vest, aka John Leonard Spencer, Or just old L J B.

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