Hubby has been peed on by fruit bats twice now.
While they're flying past.
Just sitting there in the backyard, minding his own business and suddenly a slightly damp feeling trickles down his back.
As the cheeky buggers continue merrily on their way, chittering to each other.
Probably saying something like,
"I got a direct hit, 20 bonus points AND I made him swear!"
Monday, February 28, 2011
February 28...murder, fraud, submarines, racism...Australia has it all
Good morning, poppets!
Rabbit is on the mnu for dinner again tonight especially as the feral child gave it two thumbs up.
I can see rabbit will be a once-a-week thing along with the trek into the Queen Vic Market ;)
The first NASCAR held outside of America was held at the Thunderdome at Calder park in Victoria, Australia in 1988.
Poor old Arthur Orton, butcher from Wagga Wagga, was sentenced to gaol in 1874 for daring to attempt to claim to be Sir Roger Tichborne.
Was he or wasn't he?
He wasn't...was he?
Flinders Island was recognised as a genocide site in 1999 when it was handed over to the Indigenous People.
Sydney's 1998 Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras saw the biggest show of bear solidarity in Australia s more than 4 times the previous bear numbers turned out.
The greatly talented singer songwriter Oz rocker Billy Thorpe passed away in 2007.
The Hawera and Normanby Star was rightfully indignant in 1905 when sharing the disgusting treatment of Maori shearers on Aussie shores.
AE1 and AE2, Australia's first submarines, were commissioned into service in 1914.
Rabbit is on the mnu for dinner again tonight especially as the feral child gave it two thumbs up.
I can see rabbit will be a once-a-week thing along with the trek into the Queen Vic Market ;)
The first NASCAR held outside of America was held at the Thunderdome at Calder park in Victoria, Australia in 1988.
Poor old Arthur Orton, butcher from Wagga Wagga, was sentenced to gaol in 1874 for daring to attempt to claim to be Sir Roger Tichborne.
Was he or wasn't he?
He wasn't...was he?
Flinders Island was recognised as a genocide site in 1999 when it was handed over to the Indigenous People.
Sydney's 1998 Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras saw the biggest show of bear solidarity in Australia s more than 4 times the previous bear numbers turned out.
The greatly talented singer songwriter Oz rocker Billy Thorpe passed away in 2007.
The Hawera and Normanby Star was rightfully indignant in 1905 when sharing the disgusting treatment of Maori shearers on Aussie shores.
AE1 and AE2, Australia's first submarines, were commissioned into service in 1914.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Careful, you never know what kind of person could turn into a bunny boiler in a heartbeat
Finally had a spare moment to drag the Feral Aspie kidlet in to explore the Queen Victoria Market.
He hasn't been there for a few years now (since my good friend surprised us with a visit from interstate *snort*) so we did the whole touristy thing.
But first, I did the mumsy thing...and checked out the delish fresh meat and fish section.
Woot!
The prices in there put our local wholesale butchers to shame (and even they are cheap compared to many suburban butchers) then the fish prices had tempura-dressed fillets and prawns dancing through my head as I eyed off super fresh super cheap yummy goodness.
Then, we stumbled over a great chicken shop which was also selling underground mutton aka rabbit.
I casually asked feral child if he'd like to try it which he said yes.
I currently have it burbling away in a pot full of stock, vegies, sauteed onions, mushies and herbs.
I almost choked paying money for one of the damn things the ex used to shoot every night (and feed to the dogs after I'd gutted and dressed the carcass. Yes, the fur comes off cleanly with just a single cut...and why are people protesting the use of rabbit fur in clothing when they are a noxious pest endangering our native flora and fauna?).
So, yeah.
I bought the kid a bunny today.
Tonight I became a bunny boiler....
*insert maniacal laughter here*
He hasn't been there for a few years now (since my good friend surprised us with a visit from interstate *snort*) so we did the whole touristy thing.
But first, I did the mumsy thing...and checked out the delish fresh meat and fish section.
Woot!
The prices in there put our local wholesale butchers to shame (and even they are cheap compared to many suburban butchers) then the fish prices had tempura-dressed fillets and prawns dancing through my head as I eyed off super fresh super cheap yummy goodness.
Then, we stumbled over a great chicken shop which was also selling underground mutton aka rabbit.
I casually asked feral child if he'd like to try it which he said yes.
I currently have it burbling away in a pot full of stock, vegies, sauteed onions, mushies and herbs.
I almost choked paying money for one of the damn things the ex used to shoot every night (and feed to the dogs after I'd gutted and dressed the carcass. Yes, the fur comes off cleanly with just a single cut...and why are people protesting the use of rabbit fur in clothing when they are a noxious pest endangering our native flora and fauna?).
So, yeah.
I bought the kid a bunny today.
Tonight I became a bunny boiler....
*insert maniacal laughter here*
Feb 27 On this day in the dusty archives....
How excitment, peoples.
The blogging conference is only 3 weeks away...eeeeek!
I have nothing to wear...well, I have these lovely shoes that were sent to me but little else.
D'you think they'd notice if I wore nothing above the ankles....?
109 years ago, on this day in 1902 to be precise, Breaker Morant and Lt Handcock wereshot by firing squad militarily murdered.
The Daily Telegraph was bleating in 1883 that Young Australia was far too occupied with sport.
Most probably penned by a tangle-footed, ack-handed, addle-headed mugwort of an excuse for a sportsman.
Today was known as Black Monday back in 1865 not because they voted against Blue Monday by New Order but due to the sirocco which dragged a dust storm and dumped on Castlemaine, Sandhurst (Bendigo) and Melbourne.
Lionel Rose became the first Indigenous Australian boxer to win the Bantamweight Champion of the world on this day in 1968.
Listen to him singing I Thank You and Pick Me Up On Your Way Down.
Jules Sébastien César Dumont d'Urville, French explorer, was on a sailing jaunt in these parts in 1839, saw the light on in New Holland so he thought he'd pop in.
Ahhh, Capital Punishment (so horrific it warrants Capital Letters) was given its first airing on this day in 1788 in Oz when Thomas Barrett gave a public demonstration of How To Dance At The End Of A Rope.
The blogging conference is only 3 weeks away...eeeeek!
I have nothing to wear...well, I have these lovely shoes that were sent to me but little else.
D'you think they'd notice if I wore nothing above the ankles....?
109 years ago, on this day in 1902 to be precise, Breaker Morant and Lt Handcock were
The Daily Telegraph was bleating in 1883 that Young Australia was far too occupied with sport.
Most probably penned by a tangle-footed, ack-handed, addle-headed mugwort of an excuse for a sportsman.
Today was known as Black Monday back in 1865 not because they voted against Blue Monday by New Order but due to the sirocco which dragged a dust storm and dumped on Castlemaine, Sandhurst (Bendigo) and Melbourne.
Lionel Rose became the first Indigenous Australian boxer to win the Bantamweight Champion of the world on this day in 1968.
Listen to him singing I Thank You and Pick Me Up On Your Way Down.
Jules Sébastien César Dumont d'Urville, French explorer, was on a sailing jaunt in these parts in 1839, saw the light on in New Holland so he thought he'd pop in.
Ahhh, Capital Punishment (so horrific it warrants Capital Letters) was given its first airing on this day in 1788 in Oz when Thomas Barrett gave a public demonstration of How To Dance At The End Of A Rope.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Head down, bum up, working like a navvie thus I give you...February 25 In History!
Yeah, now that you have that mental image burned into your brains how abouts a little trivial tidbits to help bleach the grey matter....
The Colonist was proclaiming in 1890 that some chappie with a knighthood was babbling about the 'character of the territory of Western Australia'.
All I know is - let 'em secede if they want and replace 'em with a couple of Kiwi AFL teams.
On this day in 1988 the Commonwealth Bank did a woopsie by doubling all debits and credits; the manager made the famous comment that,
The bodies of 3 Indigenous women and 1 small child were found in the Portland area while another woman was wounded but found to be alive in 1842.
Witnesses stated they were fired upon at close range by a group of 8 white settlers.
The Taranaki Herald told all who'd listen in 1884 how the Wairarapa and the Adelaide were racing...which all ended in tears, of course.
Brisbane was flooded, again, with 4 Chinamen drowned in Lawnsville.
And the former Inspector of Govt Schools apparently dropped off the perch.
See? School stress was knocking them off back then.
Today in 2009 the world of teenagers was rocked when they learned that sex was invented in Australia and by fish.
It's true what they say; don't drink water fish f**k in it...
On this day in 2001 infamous cricketer Daniel George Brosman was pupped in NSW.
Surely you remember Brosman...?!
The Colonist was proclaiming in 1890 that some chappie with a knighthood was babbling about the 'character of the territory of Western Australia'.
All I know is - let 'em secede if they want and replace 'em with a couple of Kiwi AFL teams.
On this day in 1988 the Commonwealth Bank did a woopsie by doubling all debits and credits; the manager made the famous comment that,
"The effects of software errors are only limited to the imagination..."
The bodies of 3 Indigenous women and 1 small child were found in the Portland area while another woman was wounded but found to be alive in 1842.
Witnesses stated they were fired upon at close range by a group of 8 white settlers.
The Taranaki Herald told all who'd listen in 1884 how the Wairarapa and the Adelaide were racing...which all ended in tears, of course.
Brisbane was flooded, again, with 4 Chinamen drowned in Lawnsville.
And the former Inspector of Govt Schools apparently dropped off the perch.
See? School stress was knocking them off back then.
Today in 2009 the world of teenagers was rocked when they learned that sex was invented in Australia and by fish.
It's true what they say; don't drink water fish f**k in it...
On this day in 2001 infamous cricketer Daniel George Brosman was pupped in NSW.
Surely you remember Brosman...?!
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
The brain, she is a bitch when it comes to critters....IN THE HOUSE!
I was about to expound on something fluffy and nonsensical when I happened to glance up to where the cords for my printer are dangling.
Black cords, looped, hanging down the back of the shelf.
Except...
Some of those black loops aren't loops.
They are black, hairy legs.
With black, shiny beady eyeballs watching me.
There's an ever-so-slight...twitch in one of those black hairy legs.
It twitches every time I move my chair.
Commonsense tells me it's reacting to the vibrations through the floor but the PANIC part of my brain - which is the part we ALL listen to in these instances, of course - is going into great details about how the thinking behind those black, shiny beady eyeballs is plotting to swoop upon me the moment I dare to move or take my eyes from it and then....
It will take me down with a rugby tackle, indulge in a little patter up and down my bare arms *shudder* while I'm frozen on the floor in fear, allowing the Creature of DOOOOOOOM to weave whatever knitting/crochet pattern takes its fancy (Fair Isle? Basketweave? Is Mock Cable in fashion this season? How about good old Gart Stitch?) all over me, turning me into one of those dessicated victim husks you avoid hanging in webs.
On the other hand, whispers a very quiet voice, we could get the wouldn't-hurt-a-fly Spouse to gently capture it, take it outside and release it into the trees with its brethren.
Or squish that mofo sucker flat with a wicked slap with the thong....
Black cords, looped, hanging down the back of the shelf.
Except...
Some of those black loops aren't loops.
They are black, hairy legs.
With black, shiny beady eyeballs watching me.
There's an ever-so-slight...twitch in one of those black hairy legs.
It twitches every time I move my chair.
Commonsense tells me it's reacting to the vibrations through the floor but the PANIC part of my brain - which is the part we ALL listen to in these instances, of course - is going into great details about how the thinking behind those black, shiny beady eyeballs is plotting to swoop upon me the moment I dare to move or take my eyes from it and then....
It will take me down with a rugby tackle, indulge in a little patter up and down my bare arms *shudder* while I'm frozen on the floor in fear, allowing the Creature of DOOOOOOOM to weave whatever knitting/crochet pattern takes its fancy (Fair Isle? Basketweave? Is Mock Cable in fashion this season? How about good old Gart Stitch?) all over me, turning me into one of those dessicated victim husks you avoid hanging in webs.
On the other hand, whispers a very quiet voice, we could get the wouldn't-hurt-a-fly Spouse to gently capture it, take it outside and release it into the trees with its brethren.
Or squish that mofo sucker flat with a wicked slap with the thong....
February 23 trivial hysterical happenings...
Yes, yes, I missed a day.
That was yesterday, get over and move forward (as Joolya said to Kevvie whilst removing the knife from his back...).
Oz PM Curtin drafted a cable to UK PM Churchill venting his spleen in 1942.
Done in the best posssssss-ible taste, of course.
AC/DC filmed the video for It's A Long Way To The Top(if you wanna Chicko Roll/sausage roll) (If you wanna Rock 'n' Roll) in the middle of Melbourne in 1976.
Rev. John MacFarlane, in 1840, sashayed down to the beach and there conducted the first Presbyterian service in New Zealand.
The Timaru Herald spread the word that a sailmaker in Sydney had popped his clogs due to Bubonic Plague in 1900...and kept up the cheefullness with news of a destructive fire in Flinders St, Melbourne.
Cheery, chaps, reeeealy uplifting...
Meanwhile, the New Zealand Spectator and Cook's Strait Guardian in 1853 promised a hot meal ready and waiting at 12 midday every day when one took lodging in The Wellington Coffee and Chop House.
Tempting...
Lord Raglan mysteriously disappeared after leaving Liverpool for Hobson's Bay in 1863.
The Star proudly proclaimed in 1907 that Chamberlain's Cough Remedy did not contain poison.
Woot.
So, keep guzzling that little elixar without a care!
That was yesterday, get over and move forward (as Joolya said to Kevvie whilst removing the knife from his back...).
Oz PM Curtin drafted a cable to UK PM Churchill venting his spleen in 1942.
Done in the best posssssss-ible taste, of course.
AC/DC filmed the video for It's A Long Way To The Top
Rev. John MacFarlane, in 1840, sashayed down to the beach and there conducted the first Presbyterian service in New Zealand.
The Timaru Herald spread the word that a sailmaker in Sydney had popped his clogs due to Bubonic Plague in 1900...and kept up the cheefullness with news of a destructive fire in Flinders St, Melbourne.
Cheery, chaps, reeeealy uplifting...
Meanwhile, the New Zealand Spectator and Cook's Strait Guardian in 1853 promised a hot meal ready and waiting at 12 midday every day when one took lodging in The Wellington Coffee and Chop House.
Tempting...
Lord Raglan mysteriously disappeared after leaving Liverpool for Hobson's Bay in 1863.
The Star proudly proclaimed in 1907 that Chamberlain's Cough Remedy did not contain poison.
Woot.
So, keep guzzling that little elixar without a care!
Monday, February 21, 2011
February 21 on this thrilling day in history...
....I've been rooting through the archives for your entertainment education again.
Adelaide lad Howard Florey dropped off the perch in 1968.
Not for want of a bit o' mould.
The Grey River Argus proclaimed in 1881 that John Almao of Dunedin had been awarded a second order of merit, from the Melbourne Exhibition, for his model aerial tramway, while Reid and Duncan, civil engineers from Dunedin, received an Honourable Mention for their plain wire rope railway.
Well, I found it interesting...
Niberlooner was renamed Sullivan's Cove (Tassie) on this date in 1804 when Lt David Collins cast his baby blues over the area.
Not to be confused with Sullivan Bay, Victoria, a settlement Lt David Collins named and abandoned after 7 months.
The Wanganui Herald whispered in 1894 how Mr. Hindle, MLA of Lithgow, denounced Parliament for containing drunken blackguards.
One feels that Mr. Hindle was holding himself back, not really letting rip and tellin' like it was....
The Cenotaph in Martin Place was unveiled in 1929 on what was the anniversary of the Light Horse entering Jericho.
2009 saw the very last race at Cheltenham Park Racecourse in Adelaide.Sold for $85 million for housing development.
Ahuh.
The cat was out of the bag when a particular gossip from Penwortham told the press of the vile events of 1840 when a shepherd promised a starving Indigenous woman a sheep in exchange for sex which he neglected to fulfill then, later forced to face the woman's rightly angry relatives, he killed her.
Fleet of foot fellow Ron Clarke was pupped on this day in 1937.
Two Indigenous men were murdered by a policeman in Central Australia in 1891.
Now trot on over to Mad Bush Farm and read the fabulous research Liz has done into Australia's first African elephant, Dumbo.
Adelaide lad Howard Florey dropped off the perch in 1968.
Not for want of a bit o' mould.
The Grey River Argus proclaimed in 1881 that John Almao of Dunedin had been awarded a second order of merit, from the Melbourne Exhibition, for his model aerial tramway, while Reid and Duncan, civil engineers from Dunedin, received an Honourable Mention for their plain wire rope railway.
Well, I found it interesting...
Niberlooner was renamed Sullivan's Cove (Tassie) on this date in 1804 when Lt David Collins cast his baby blues over the area.
Not to be confused with Sullivan Bay, Victoria, a settlement Lt David Collins named and abandoned after 7 months.
The Wanganui Herald whispered in 1894 how Mr. Hindle, MLA of Lithgow, denounced Parliament for containing drunken blackguards.
One feels that Mr. Hindle was holding himself back, not really letting rip and tellin' like it was....
The Cenotaph in Martin Place was unveiled in 1929 on what was the anniversary of the Light Horse entering Jericho.
2009 saw the very last race at Cheltenham Park Racecourse in Adelaide.Sold for $85 million for housing development.
Ahuh.
The cat was out of the bag when a particular gossip from Penwortham told the press of the vile events of 1840 when a shepherd promised a starving Indigenous woman a sheep in exchange for sex which he neglected to fulfill then, later forced to face the woman's rightly angry relatives, he killed her.
Fleet of foot fellow Ron Clarke was pupped on this day in 1937.
Two Indigenous men were murdered by a policeman in Central Australia in 1891.
Now trot on over to Mad Bush Farm and read the fabulous research Liz has done into Australia's first African elephant, Dumbo.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
February 20 On this day in history where we discuss female bits like cloacas, bum nuts and general rural rude health
I am compiling these tid-bits to the background chorus of clucking chooks who are carrying on as if shifting the equivalent of a watermelon through your cloaca is momentous or something....
Having a bucolic moment, very good for the soul.
The Taranaki Herald reported in 1900 that, while two men arguing over the war ended in the murder of one in Charters Towers on the other hand it wasn't Bubonic Plague like they'd suspected on a ship in port.
The Laboratory giveth and the war taketh away..
In 1961 Lt O'Day got the working day off to a start by landing his plane in a tree.
As you do.
The Timaru Herald declared in 1895 that those on the Oz side of the ditch were claiming that sharing a treaty over a few bottles of plonk with those on the NZ side of the ditch would 'retard Federation".
Yeah.
How abouts we let those Kiwis piff a few of their apples at the silly Aussies in question...?
John Glenn was tossed up in a basket nineteen times as high as the moon...wait, NASA had managed to retro fit rockets to that there basket to get Glenn up in space to become the first bloke to orbit the earth.
And to gaze at the lights ofaliens Perth and Rockingham as everyone had left their porch light on for him.
Aww.
Bless.
A Grand Duchess was delivered by the cabbage patch fairy in Adelaide in 1852.
A pretty hefty fairy by my reckoning.
Having a bucolic moment, very good for the soul.
The Taranaki Herald reported in 1900 that, while two men arguing over the war ended in the murder of one in Charters Towers on the other hand it wasn't Bubonic Plague like they'd suspected on a ship in port.
The Laboratory giveth and the war taketh away..
In 1961 Lt O'Day got the working day off to a start by landing his plane in a tree.
As you do.
The Timaru Herald declared in 1895 that those on the Oz side of the ditch were claiming that sharing a treaty over a few bottles of plonk with those on the NZ side of the ditch would 'retard Federation".
Yeah.
How abouts we let those Kiwis piff a few of their apples at the silly Aussies in question...?
John Glenn was tossed up in a basket nineteen times as high as the moon...wait, NASA had managed to retro fit rockets to that there basket to get Glenn up in space to become the first bloke to orbit the earth.
And to gaze at the lights of
Aww.
Bless.
A Grand Duchess was delivered by the cabbage patch fairy in Adelaide in 1852.
A pretty hefty fairy by my reckoning.
This is the latest slab of delicious gorgeousness the spouse has bought at gem club, he'll be fashioning it into several pieces of yumminess.
It's Tiger Eye, by the way, but not the lethal one.
The yellow/gold colour in the stone is a glittery gold-like material (not actual gold) and it does glitter in the sun.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
February 19 On This Excruciatingly Thrilling Day in Oz History...
.....Henry Ramsay graced our idiot boxes for his debut appearance in 1987.
Yes, with such a fabulous start how could I possibly hope to continue these dizzying heights of excitement...?
The Australian Corps Signal Company was formed in 1918.
This day in 1980 saw the sad demise of one of rock's enduring legends - Bon Scott passed away.
1900 and the USA took formal possession of American Samoa as a Naval Station.
Thousands of spectators crammed into the Kings Oak Speedway in 1928 to eyeball the latest mad craze to shift from Oz - the uber dangerous dirt track racing.
In 1943 the Militia Bill was passed along with the metamucil which made all Aussie troops available to Gen. Douglas MacArthur in the Pacific Campaign.
Sky News Australia was spawned on this day in 1996.
Are you thrilled down to your cotton socks yet?
Darwin was bombed twice on this day in 1942 with deaths far exceeding the originally quoted 15 and the later revised 243.
Eileen O'Connor, the next possible Aussie saint, was delivered by the stork in Richmond (Struggletown), Melbourne in 1892.
Read about yet another ballsy gal who took on Rome to establish Our Lady's Nurses For The Poor.
Sadly, no impeccably bred lads or lassies were calved on this day.
Yes, with such a fabulous start how could I possibly hope to continue these dizzying heights of excitement...?
The Australian Corps Signal Company was formed in 1918.
This day in 1980 saw the sad demise of one of rock's enduring legends - Bon Scott passed away.
1900 and the USA took formal possession of American Samoa as a Naval Station.
Thousands of spectators crammed into the Kings Oak Speedway in 1928 to eyeball the latest mad craze to shift from Oz - the uber dangerous dirt track racing.
In 1943 the Militia Bill was passed along with the metamucil which made all Aussie troops available to Gen. Douglas MacArthur in the Pacific Campaign.
Sky News Australia was spawned on this day in 1996.
Are you thrilled down to your cotton socks yet?
Darwin was bombed twice on this day in 1942 with deaths far exceeding the originally quoted 15 and the later revised 243.
Eileen O'Connor, the next possible Aussie saint, was delivered by the stork in Richmond (Struggletown), Melbourne in 1892.
Read about yet another ballsy gal who took on Rome to establish Our Lady's Nurses For The Poor.
Sadly, no impeccably bred lads or lassies were calved on this day.
Friday, February 18, 2011
February 18 On This Day in History...no Iced Vo Vos but I can do you a Tim Tam or Vegemite sanga?
The MCG was hosting the test cricket match between South Africa and Oz in 1911 when former Oz captain who had leapt the fence to play for the Old Dart, Billy Murdoch, turned up his toes during the lunch interval.
The Marlborough Express, in 1893, succinctly stated how both Tamworth and Toowoomba were out of railway and telegraph communication reach due to floods which had 'surpassed the last one'.
Operation Jericho was off to a flying start in 1944 when 19 de Havilland Mosquitos (comprising of RAF, RAAF and RNZAF pilots) took off to bomb the walls of a Gestapo prison to liberate French political prisoners; of the 700 held there 258 managed to escape.
John McDonald was another Melbournian who chose to chance it aboard the CSS Shenandoah; he popped out of his hiding place after the ship had sailed on this day in 1865, becoming another of the OZ & NZ veterans of the American Civil War.
D'Arcy Wentworth Uhr, policeman, prospector, drover, found not guilty for cattle stealing and organiser of reprisals against Aboriginal People (a PC way of saying revenge attacks) popped his clogs on this day in 1907.
Bust out the popcorn and shove your mates in the car boot!
The first drive-in theatre opened in Oz at 6.30pm on this date in 1954; the Skyline Drive-in in Burwood, Melbourne.
A lad by the name of King Oscar was pupped on this day in 1856; being of a lowly state his fate was in the hands of others and, thus, he was sold to Mr Broadie and travelled to Oz where he spent the remainder of his days.
The Marlborough Express, in 1893, succinctly stated how both Tamworth and Toowoomba were out of railway and telegraph communication reach due to floods which had 'surpassed the last one'.
Operation Jericho was off to a flying start in 1944 when 19 de Havilland Mosquitos (comprising of RAF, RAAF and RNZAF pilots) took off to bomb the walls of a Gestapo prison to liberate French political prisoners; of the 700 held there 258 managed to escape.
John McDonald was another Melbournian who chose to chance it aboard the CSS Shenandoah; he popped out of his hiding place after the ship had sailed on this day in 1865, becoming another of the OZ & NZ veterans of the American Civil War.
D'Arcy Wentworth Uhr, policeman, prospector, drover, found not guilty for cattle stealing and organiser of reprisals against Aboriginal People (a PC way of saying revenge attacks) popped his clogs on this day in 1907.
Bust out the popcorn and shove your mates in the car boot!
The first drive-in theatre opened in Oz at 6.30pm on this date in 1954; the Skyline Drive-in in Burwood, Melbourne.
A lad by the name of King Oscar was pupped on this day in 1856; being of a lowly state his fate was in the hands of others and, thus, he was sold to Mr Broadie and travelled to Oz where he spent the remainder of his days.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
February 17 On This Day in History...pass the Iced Vo-Vos...
The Banjo, aka well-loved Aussie wordsmith Andrew Barton Paterson (who adopted the name of his family's racehorse decades before Indiana Jones borrowed his dog's name), was pupped in 1864 at Narrambla, NSW.
The Taranaki Herald was being very diplomatic in 1881 when it quietly announced that the Aussies had been knocked over after a pitiful 154 runs (and not a Ponting in sight!).
The Sydney Gazette shared on its front page that, in 1816, the first Ceylonese family banished to Australia had arrived on board HM Kangaroo.
1853 saw the birth of a well-bred young female, known by the title of Miss Emmaline, in Babraham, Cambridgeshire, UK before she immigrated to Oz to reside with Mr.J. Brown.
Lord Howe Island was innocently sitting in the ocean, soaking up the sun when Lieutenant Henry Ball(wonder what his mates called him? Ballsy Hal? Hank le Billiard? Crystal Ball Gypsy Harry?) tripped over it in 1788 whilst commanding the ship HMAS Supply en route to that popular holiday resort Norfolk Island and promptly named it after some bloke.
Henry Mullineaux broked the law in 1865 when he hopped on board the Confederate Cruiser ship the CSS Shenandoah while it was docked for repairs in Williamstown and made his mark against many others to become Oz & NZ veterans of the American Civil War.
The Taranaki Herald was being very diplomatic in 1881 when it quietly announced that the Aussies had been knocked over after a pitiful 154 runs (and not a Ponting in sight!).
The Sydney Gazette shared on its front page that, in 1816, the first Ceylonese family banished to Australia had arrived on board HM Kangaroo.
1853 saw the birth of a well-bred young female, known by the title of Miss Emmaline, in Babraham, Cambridgeshire, UK before she immigrated to Oz to reside with Mr.J. Brown.
Lord Howe Island was innocently sitting in the ocean, soaking up the sun when Lieutenant Henry Ball(wonder what his mates called him? Ballsy Hal? Hank le Billiard? Crystal Ball Gypsy Harry?) tripped over it in 1788 whilst commanding the ship HMAS Supply en route to that popular holiday resort Norfolk Island and promptly named it after some bloke.
Henry Mullineaux broked the law in 1865 when he hopped on board the Confederate Cruiser ship the CSS Shenandoah while it was docked for repairs in Williamstown and made his mark against many others to become Oz & NZ veterans of the American Civil War.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
February 16 on this day in history
The first Governor-General of Oz, Sir Charles FitzRoy, did pop his clogs in a not-so-merry way when he fell off the perch in 1858.
The Taranaki Herald whispered in 1904 about Dowie and the fact he "had a hot time in the old town" in Sydney with more catcalls and squealing than at a Justin Beiber concert.
John Alexander Dowie wasn't quite the pop star...
The Hawke's Bay Herald trumpeted in 1880 that Aussie butter was getting flogged for 120s cwt (120 shillings percarat centum weight* - which,as far as I can tell, is based on the measurement of the minimum requirement of milk fat) while 150 former colonists guts themselves silly onboard the Strathleven which had just succesfully transported the first shipment of frozen meat across the world.
The Seaplane Squadron was foaled out at the Point Cook RAAF Base in 1934.
The Evening Post was getting its knickers in a twist about something to do with the San Francisco mail service in 1872.
Can't be certain, I was snoring by the 3rd paragraph (the content, not the quality of the report) but Oz wouldn't play ball with NZ.
And we've continued that tradition with the underarm bowling incident...
Fab Aussie writer, poet and playwright Hal Porter was pupped on this day in 1911 in Albert Park, near South Melbourne.
Happy 100th birthday, Hal.
2007 saw Sylvester Stallone busted in Oz with vials of human growth hormone.
Cos he's a growing lad...
1869 saw Sir Henry Parkes (the Father of Federation) spouting off in his speech to the Legislative Assembly.
Go on, go read it.
You know it'll cure your insomnia...
*Thanks, Time Spanner ;)
The Taranaki Herald whispered in 1904 about Dowie and the fact he "had a hot time in the old town" in Sydney with more catcalls and squealing than at a Justin Beiber concert.
John Alexander Dowie wasn't quite the pop star...
The Hawke's Bay Herald trumpeted in 1880 that Aussie butter was getting flogged for 120s cwt (120 shillings per
The Seaplane Squadron was foaled out at the Point Cook RAAF Base in 1934.
The Evening Post was getting its knickers in a twist about something to do with the San Francisco mail service in 1872.
Can't be certain, I was snoring by the 3rd paragraph (the content, not the quality of the report) but Oz wouldn't play ball with NZ.
And we've continued that tradition with the underarm bowling incident...
Fab Aussie writer, poet and playwright Hal Porter was pupped on this day in 1911 in Albert Park, near South Melbourne.
Happy 100th birthday, Hal.
2007 saw Sylvester Stallone busted in Oz with vials of human growth hormone.
Cos he's a growing lad...
1869 saw Sir Henry Parkes (the Father of Federation) spouting off in his speech to the Legislative Assembly.
Go on, go read it.
You know it'll cure your insomnia...
*Thanks, Time Spanner ;)
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Feb 15 On This Day in Oz History...I'll have a black tea, no sugar, ta.
In 1823 James McBrien was told to belt up when he found the first bits of gold at Fish River, near Bathurst.
People in St Mary's, Sydney reported seeing UFOs in 1998; two bright orange fireballs tootling from Richmond RAAF towards the Army base at Hol(l)sworthy.
South Oz was deprived of a great pollie in 1979 when Don Dunstan resigned from office as Premier.
Stephen Brady became the world's first openly gay ambassador in 1999 when he presented his partner to Queen Margreth II of Denmark.
The Evening Post shouted from its very typeface in 1935 that Australia had taken an early lead over New Zealand in the second croquet test.
Cannot find results, we'll be left....forever hanging...never to know if Miss Morrison ever got over being whipped by Hartnell (of New Zealand)...never to know who chose to bat first in the next test...if croquet has 6 balls in an over or if they change goalposts after each quarter....
1997 finally saw the dedication of the site for the Australian Service Nurses National Memorial, which was unveiled more than two years later in Oct 1999.
The Waikato Times tattled, in 1879, that 'miles of fencing have been destroyed by fire on the Upper Murray'.
No idea, newspaper archives refused to cough up the details, go research it yourself.
The world was never the same after The Facts Of Life Down Under went to air in 1987.
Wrong, on so many levels.
*shudder*
People in St Mary's, Sydney reported seeing UFOs in 1998; two bright orange fireballs tootling from Richmond RAAF towards the Army base at Hol(l)sworthy.
South Oz was deprived of a great pollie in 1979 when Don Dunstan resigned from office as Premier.
Stephen Brady became the world's first openly gay ambassador in 1999 when he presented his partner to Queen Margreth II of Denmark.
The Evening Post shouted from its very typeface in 1935 that Australia had taken an early lead over New Zealand in the second croquet test.
Cannot find results, we'll be left....forever hanging...never to know if Miss Morrison ever got over being whipped by Hartnell (of New Zealand)...never to know who chose to bat first in the next test...if croquet has 6 balls in an over or if they change goalposts after each quarter....
1997 finally saw the dedication of the site for the Australian Service Nurses National Memorial, which was unveiled more than two years later in Oct 1999.
The Waikato Times tattled, in 1879, that 'miles of fencing have been destroyed by fire on the Upper Murray'.
No idea, newspaper archives refused to cough up the details, go research it yourself.
The world was never the same after The Facts Of Life Down Under went to air in 1987.
Wrong, on so many levels.
*shudder*
Monday, February 14, 2011
On This Day in Aussie History...have a rose/box of chocolates/foot rub/roast dinner... while you're at it
Happy Valentine's Day, Dear Reader!
Now, before you go muttering that it's an American tradition taking over Oz, let me point out that the miners on the goldfields throughout the 1850s, 1860s and so forth began bragging about their wealth and gold finds by splurging pressies left, right and centre on the object of their heart's desire.
Whether that object returned their feelings is not recorded within the mining board minutes but it's the thought that counts....right?
The Evening Post from New Zealand in 1934 had a whole slew of fascinating bits and bobs.
Have at it HERE.
In keeping in with the moolah angle we swapped from Imperial pounds and pence to dollars and cents on this day in 1966.
More along the money lines (or so those *shocking* cynics would have us believe) the Venerable Archdeacon Broughton was consecrated as Bishop of Oz in 1836.
Ruby/Prada slippers were optional.
In 1942 things weren't all sunshine; the S.S Vyner Brooke was bombed by Japanese aircraft and sunk in Banka Strait resulting in the deaths of 12 Aussie nurses.
31 of the nurses were taken as PoWs with 8 later dying during captivity.
PM Kevvie Rudd, in 2008, made the formal apology to Australian Indigenous people.
And, poor old Captain Cook who started it all by casting his baby blues over our shoreline, in 1779 was done to a turn in the Sandwich Islands aka Hawaii.
Now, before you go muttering that it's an American tradition taking over Oz, let me point out that the miners on the goldfields throughout the 1850s, 1860s and so forth began bragging about their wealth and gold finds by splurging pressies left, right and centre on the object of their heart's desire.
Whether that object returned their feelings is not recorded within the mining board minutes but it's the thought that counts....right?
The Evening Post from New Zealand in 1934 had a whole slew of fascinating bits and bobs.
Have at it HERE.
In keeping in with the moolah angle we swapped from Imperial pounds and pence to dollars and cents on this day in 1966.
More along the money lines (or so those *shocking* cynics would have us believe) the Venerable Archdeacon Broughton was consecrated as Bishop of Oz in 1836.
Ruby/Prada slippers were optional.
In 1942 things weren't all sunshine; the S.S Vyner Brooke was bombed by Japanese aircraft and sunk in Banka Strait resulting in the deaths of 12 Aussie nurses.
31 of the nurses were taken as PoWs with 8 later dying during captivity.
PM Kevvie Rudd, in 2008, made the formal apology to Australian Indigenous people.
And, poor old Captain Cook who started it all by casting his baby blues over our shoreline, in 1779 was done to a turn in the Sandwich Islands aka Hawaii.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Cricket Kings by William McInnes
I was going to save this to review on Oz Reading Matters but, meh, I got a drum to bang so stiff.
I first read Cricket Kings years ago when it was first published - I loved it, couldn't put it down until I reached the back cover, have done so again when Aspie teen snaffled a copy from the op shop for his very own.
Sure, it's a novel, a fictional account of a suburban cricket team and those who make up the team but it resonated with me (and a bajillion other readers) as it was Australian, based in Melbourne and, apart from featuring well-known Melbourne landmarks, it screamed with the laid-back acceptance well known in sporting circles.
And, until a couple of years ago, I would have said it was spot on.
Except a local cricket team my Aspie teen was a member of kicked him out.
The year after they'd won the premiership with him as a playing member.
I know they won the premiership cos I can trot down to his bedroom and cast my baby blues over the trophy and ribbons and team photo from that day.
The following year they had a different coach.
Heck, the following year we received no correspondence from the local cricket club at all to register to play.
Should have realised that was a possible hint then.
Aspie teen - who every member of the club knew to have a disability - was allowed to train on one day.
One day that consisted of a 2 hour training session.
After being allocated to a team, that was that.
Until a few days later when I received a phone call from the CEO telling me he was not allowed to play with the club as "he might get hit by a ball".
Shit, clear all the cricket pitches, get Warnie out of his Brighton love nest (sorry, Liz, serious cricket business this!) - CRICKETERS MIGHT GET HIT BY A BALL!!!
Call the media, stop the presses, how can we have allowed more than a century of such a DANGEROUS game to have gone unnoticed in this country...?
You may remember me mentioning it at the time....
I had a single phone call with the new coach who kept reiterating that he wanted his team to win win win win win win win win win....ad infinitum throughout the conversation and who only had the grace to lose his bored attitude when I pointed out he was discriminating against a child who was not only of Aboriginal descent but who was Autistic.
He even had the hide to admit (perhaps in an effort to prove what a caring, feeling fuck-knuckle he was) another quite smaller child was terrified of facing the bowler but he forced him, in tears, to bat to "get the best out of him".
I can feel the lurve he has for his players from this distance...
I followed it up with the discrimination board but my hard evidence was flimsy and it was only increasing Aspie teen's anxiety at the time so I dropped it.
Thankfully another local cricket team called and offered Aspie teen a spot on their team.
They didn't win the premiership that year, they came 2nd but they all freaking well enjoyed the game.
Which is the message behind William McInnes book; local cricket players who don't take themselves seriously, who enjoy the game and who put other people first - old fashioned morals , certainly, but morals that will certainly see satisfaction from all teams and all players at the end of the day.
Go buy it, grab a second hand copy if it comes your way, give it as a pressie for your wife/aunt/sister/mother in law - who will probably enjoy it just as much, if not more, than any typical male cricket tragic - then beg/borrow or steal it to read.
Even if cricket isn't your bag, give it a whirl, it's not about the sport but the people who bring the very best of themselves to create a team to become the best of all things.
And they are the true Kings, whether they be of cricket, dog-walking, crochet or archaeology .
I first read Cricket Kings years ago when it was first published - I loved it, couldn't put it down until I reached the back cover, have done so again when Aspie teen snaffled a copy from the op shop for his very own.
Sure, it's a novel, a fictional account of a suburban cricket team and those who make up the team but it resonated with me (and a bajillion other readers) as it was Australian, based in Melbourne and, apart from featuring well-known Melbourne landmarks, it screamed with the laid-back acceptance well known in sporting circles.
And, until a couple of years ago, I would have said it was spot on.
Except a local cricket team my Aspie teen was a member of kicked him out.
The year after they'd won the premiership with him as a playing member.
I know they won the premiership cos I can trot down to his bedroom and cast my baby blues over the trophy and ribbons and team photo from that day.
The following year they had a different coach.
Heck, the following year we received no correspondence from the local cricket club at all to register to play.
Should have realised that was a possible hint then.
Aspie teen - who every member of the club knew to have a disability - was allowed to train on one day.
One day that consisted of a 2 hour training session.
After being allocated to a team, that was that.
Until a few days later when I received a phone call from the CEO telling me he was not allowed to play with the club as "he might get hit by a ball".
Shit, clear all the cricket pitches, get Warnie out of his Brighton love nest (sorry, Liz, serious cricket business this!) - CRICKETERS MIGHT GET HIT BY A BALL!!!
Call the media, stop the presses, how can we have allowed more than a century of such a DANGEROUS game to have gone unnoticed in this country...?
You may remember me mentioning it at the time....
I had a single phone call with the new coach who kept reiterating that he wanted his team to win win win win win win win win win....ad infinitum throughout the conversation and who only had the grace to lose his bored attitude when I pointed out he was discriminating against a child who was not only of Aboriginal descent but who was Autistic.
He even had the hide to admit (perhaps in an effort to prove what a caring, feeling fuck-knuckle he was) another quite smaller child was terrified of facing the bowler but he forced him, in tears, to bat to "get the best out of him".
I can feel the lurve he has for his players from this distance...
I followed it up with the discrimination board but my hard evidence was flimsy and it was only increasing Aspie teen's anxiety at the time so I dropped it.
Thankfully another local cricket team called and offered Aspie teen a spot on their team.
They didn't win the premiership that year, they came 2nd but they all freaking well enjoyed the game.
Which is the message behind William McInnes book; local cricket players who don't take themselves seriously, who enjoy the game and who put other people first - old fashioned morals , certainly, but morals that will certainly see satisfaction from all teams and all players at the end of the day.
Go buy it, grab a second hand copy if it comes your way, give it as a pressie for your wife/aunt/sister/mother in law - who will probably enjoy it just as much, if not more, than any typical male cricket tragic - then beg/borrow or steal it to read.
Even if cricket isn't your bag, give it a whirl, it's not about the sport but the people who bring the very best of themselves to create a team to become the best of all things.
And they are the true Kings, whether they be of cricket, dog-walking, crochet or archaeology .
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Love the ever-so-'umble Miners Cottage
Late last year there was a great article in the Bendigo Addy about how people have suddenly woken up to the fact that the traditional Miners Cottages are getting few and far between in Bendigo.
I did keep the article and the supplement but the Spouse has managed to tuck it away for safe keeping somewhere...and you know Murphy's Law on those kind of things - they're never found when you look for them.
So, I tried to see if it was online....it isn't but the photo gallery of the fabulous Miners Cottages is!
Look for the one featuring the traditional outside dunny!
From memory the article said that there were now less than 100 Miners Cottages in Bendigo CBD and they have been, or it was proposed, that they be heritage listed.
The dear old Miners Cottage has been demolished with gay abandon by renovators and developers alike in the past umpteen years; judged too small to be a 'fashionable' home to a growing family home or plonked on sizeable plots of land that can accomodate eleventy hundred townhouses/units or in such sad states of disrepair no one thought twice about complete demolition they've been disappearing quickly and without anyone really making much noise about it.
But even 3 years ago there was a one day seminar on how to preserve and re-invent the humble Miners Cottage to ensure their ongoing existence in the 21st century.
For my overseas readers I've found a pretty decent site which explains the evolution of the Miners Cottage, how it was tent shaped (they often recycled their tents into lining the inside walls) and could grow to accomodate a growing family or to reflect the growing bank account and supposed respectability of the miner himself.
Although small and built on a shoestring the high ceilings kept the house cool in the sweltering heat, as did the usual front (and sometimes rear) verandahs, windows and doors were often aligned to effect a cross-flow of any breeze.
From several points of view the humble Miners Cottage is important; our mass immigration and town development from humble beginnings on the goldfields, the hard but simple work used to create these abodes were no speciality trade but were once found throughout the colonies and known to most men, the design inspired from the goldfields tents but remade to allow for harsh Australian conditions, many of these cottages were transported elsewhere when goldfields dried up and new rushes began somewhere else, the influence of the Miners Cottage in architectural history in the decades since its birth and, also, the fact it is still a popular design today.
I did keep the article and the supplement but the Spouse has managed to tuck it away for safe keeping somewhere...and you know Murphy's Law on those kind of things - they're never found when you look for them.
So, I tried to see if it was online....it isn't but the photo gallery of the fabulous Miners Cottages is!
Look for the one featuring the traditional outside dunny!
From memory the article said that there were now less than 100 Miners Cottages in Bendigo CBD and they have been, or it was proposed, that they be heritage listed.
The dear old Miners Cottage has been demolished with gay abandon by renovators and developers alike in the past umpteen years; judged too small to be a 'fashionable' home to a growing family home or plonked on sizeable plots of land that can accomodate eleventy hundred townhouses/units or in such sad states of disrepair no one thought twice about complete demolition they've been disappearing quickly and without anyone really making much noise about it.
But even 3 years ago there was a one day seminar on how to preserve and re-invent the humble Miners Cottage to ensure their ongoing existence in the 21st century.
For my overseas readers I've found a pretty decent site which explains the evolution of the Miners Cottage, how it was tent shaped (they often recycled their tents into lining the inside walls) and could grow to accomodate a growing family or to reflect the growing bank account and supposed respectability of the miner himself.
Although small and built on a shoestring the high ceilings kept the house cool in the sweltering heat, as did the usual front (and sometimes rear) verandahs, windows and doors were often aligned to effect a cross-flow of any breeze.
From several points of view the humble Miners Cottage is important; our mass immigration and town development from humble beginnings on the goldfields, the hard but simple work used to create these abodes were no speciality trade but were once found throughout the colonies and known to most men, the design inspired from the goldfields tents but remade to allow for harsh Australian conditions, many of these cottages were transported elsewhere when goldfields dried up and new rushes began somewhere else, the influence of the Miners Cottage in architectural history in the decades since its birth and, also, the fact it is still a popular design today.
Mark Tully and the chooks need YOU!
Who recalls that great little AFI nominated doco from a few years back about a bloke from QLD who was hell bent on rescuing all the rare poultry breeds, Rare Chicken Rescue?
If you missed it you missed an entertaining but educational glimpse into the hard slog Mark Tully goes through to track down and find the disappearing rare breeds.
Not to mention the fact we lose THREE breeds of domestic livestock every month through extinction.
Big deal, you say?
With each breed loss goes a whole gene pool of fabulous talent, of possibilities for the future and a small slice of our own living history.
The Lockyer Valley had an horrific flood recently which will cost $1billion alone, such was the destruction.
Read the transcript from the interview from The 7.30 Report HERE.
Then pop over to his site, The Blue Hills Poultry Stud, to read what you can do or offer to help.
Every.Little bit helps.
Do you know of a rare breed somewhere?
Do you know of someone with the time and/or money to help Mark rebuild?
Do you have poultry equipment you can donate?
Do you have the time to jump on the phone to ask the hard working bloke what else he might need?
How about simply buying a $50 Save The Rare Breeds Pack?
In the big scheme of things rare chook breeds might seem to come waaaay down on the list but when you see their place within our social history - like the fact they have given people a purpose, that Hitler hated the Transylvanian Naked Neck chook during WW2, that these wonderful creations of nature have helped humanity evolve and develop throughout the ages - you can see that they're not 'just chooks' but a small yet vital piece of our existence.
If you missed it you missed an entertaining but educational glimpse into the hard slog Mark Tully goes through to track down and find the disappearing rare breeds.
Not to mention the fact we lose THREE breeds of domestic livestock every month through extinction.
Big deal, you say?
With each breed loss goes a whole gene pool of fabulous talent, of possibilities for the future and a small slice of our own living history.
The Lockyer Valley had an horrific flood recently which will cost $1billion alone, such was the destruction.
Mark Tully lost just about every rare chook, goose, turkey and pig in the Lockyer Valley flood.
Then pop over to his site, The Blue Hills Poultry Stud, to read what you can do or offer to help.
Every.Little bit helps.
Do you know of a rare breed somewhere?
Do you know of someone with the time and/or money to help Mark rebuild?
Do you have poultry equipment you can donate?
Do you have the time to jump on the phone to ask the hard working bloke what else he might need?
How about simply buying a $50 Save The Rare Breeds Pack?
In the big scheme of things rare chook breeds might seem to come waaaay down on the list but when you see their place within our social history - like the fact they have given people a purpose, that Hitler hated the Transylvanian Naked Neck chook during WW2, that these wonderful creations of nature have helped humanity evolve and develop throughout the ages - you can see that they're not 'just chooks' but a small yet vital piece of our existence.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
There's a 'woot' in there...somewhere
It's been a tad dampish in dear old Marvellous Melbourne in recent moments...the backyard is currently impersonating a lake, which is no biggie.
What will freak me out is finding fish in the damn thing.
The Silkies, Miss Beverley and Doctor Donna, are holed up in the dining room, most displeased with the inadequate privacy, the poor lighting, the lack of grubs and dirt, and have made NO secret of the fact they think the whole room would be far better decorated in chicken shit.
So, they have.
Decorated in chicken shit.
They're very dedicated to the arts, it must be said, as I'm sure it's a cause close to theirarse hearts.
They are currently trilling to each other, having spent the better part of the morning ignoring their layer pellets and pecking at my toes under the computer desk.
Cos it's a subtle form of acupuncture which helps blogging.
Or a pedicure.
Or something.
Anyway, they have yet to lay an egg between them today such is their disgust with the polished wooden floors and snuggly blankies on offer but if they think holding on til I give in is going to work I suggest they take their grievances up with Mother Nature and Yasi.
What will freak me out is finding fish in the damn thing.
The Silkies, Miss Beverley and Doctor Donna, are holed up in the dining room, most displeased with the inadequate privacy, the poor lighting, the lack of grubs and dirt, and have made NO secret of the fact they think the whole room would be far better decorated in chicken shit.
So, they have.
Decorated in chicken shit.
They're very dedicated to the arts, it must be said, as I'm sure it's a cause close to their
They are currently trilling to each other, having spent the better part of the morning ignoring their layer pellets and pecking at my toes under the computer desk.
Cos it's a subtle form of acupuncture which helps blogging.
Or a pedicure.
Or something.
Anyway, they have yet to lay an egg between them today such is their disgust with the polished wooden floors and snuggly blankies on offer but if they think holding on til I give in is going to work I suggest they take their grievances up with Mother Nature and Yasi.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Walk 2 Adelaide Walk 4 Autism
Ashley Giordano and Anika Doktor are two best friends who are taking their passion for walking to a whole new level with a 770km walk from Footscray in Melbourne’s west to South Terrace in Adelaide, starting on 16th March 2011, to help raise awareness about Autism and to raise much-needed funds for families and individuals who face the everyday challenges that Autism Spectrum Disorders present.
For further details and to view their walking route click HERE.
Can You Help? We are looking for all sorts of help with the event! Our team consists of
two walkers, four drivers and two support crew – eight people in total. If
you can help with any of the items listed below, please contact James (03
9657 1614) or Fran (03 9657 1611).
Great opportunity to promote your business by sponsoring this great cause!
Download a sponsorship flyer HERE.
Motorhome/campervan – do you own a vehicle that’s sitting idle during
March that we could use to give visibility and support for the trip?
Accommodation_– can you provide a night’s accommodation for the team or
some of the team in your town? Hotels/motels/B&Bs/private homes…..?
Meals– could you provide an evening meal in your town for the team or part
of the team?
Local Support Groups and Autism Victoria Members – put on a local event in
your town to welcome the walkers and/or see them off in the morning!
To support these girls in this fabulous cause download a flyer HERE.
For further details and to view their walking route click HERE.
Can You Help? We are looking for all sorts of help with the event! Our team consists of
two walkers, four drivers and two support crew – eight people in total. If
you can help with any of the items listed below, please contact James (03
9657 1614) or Fran (03 9657 1611).
Great opportunity to promote your business by sponsoring this great cause!
Download a sponsorship flyer HERE.
Motorhome/campervan – do you own a vehicle that’s sitting idle during
March that we could use to give visibility and support for the trip?
Accommodation_– can you provide a night’s accommodation for the team or
some of the team in your town? Hotels/motels/B&Bs/private homes…..?
Meals– could you provide an evening meal in your town for the team or part
of the team?
Local Support Groups and Autism Victoria Members – put on a local event in
your town to welcome the walkers and/or see them off in the morning!
To support these girls in this fabulous cause download a flyer HERE.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
World Autism Awareness Day April 2, 2011
A quick heads up to everyone!
Come along and show your support.
The huge boost to his self-esteem when we joined the walk last year has seen Feral Aspie Teen ask to join in again this year.
Come along and show your support.
The huge boost to his self-esteem when we joined the walk last year has seen Feral Aspie Teen ask to join in again this year.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Walkies!!!!!!!!!
Remember I traumatised you all with talk of the mofo arachnids hanging out in the backyard ready and waiting to dine on moi?
Yeah, they're Orb Weavers.
Purdy lil things....unless you have a jungle like mine where the damn things take down a few of the wandering water buffalo that trot past, trip up and snack on the odd elephant that meaders into their jaws or the daily breakfast of white pointer sharks they catch in their home-spun nets.
Hubby and feral offspring tell me they pat these critters as they do the limbo dance to avoid walking into the webs.
First one up on the decking is apparently one generation, normal size and clever enough to wait until the stupid pink monkeys have gone inside before it lowers itself and begins spinning.
The next along the pathway is about three time the size, a large whopper with an abdomen so large stupid pink monkeys feel the urge to pat it.
*shudder*
The next one further along, almost in the back chook yard is twice as large as the last, big enough for stupid pink monkeys to count their reflections in it's eye-thingie-whatsits.
And yet....they still feel the need to pat the damn thing.
I'm waiting for one of them to rock up on the back step one night with a collar and leash in hand offering to take the stupid pink male monkeys for walkies.
Yeah, they're Orb Weavers.
Purdy lil things....unless you have a jungle like mine where the damn things take down a few of the wandering water buffalo that trot past, trip up and snack on the odd elephant that meaders into their jaws or the daily breakfast of white pointer sharks they catch in their home-spun nets.
Hubby and feral offspring tell me they pat these critters as they do the limbo dance to avoid walking into the webs.
First one up on the decking is apparently one generation, normal size and clever enough to wait until the stupid pink monkeys have gone inside before it lowers itself and begins spinning.
The next along the pathway is about three time the size, a large whopper with an abdomen so large stupid pink monkeys feel the urge to pat it.
*shudder*
The next one further along, almost in the back chook yard is twice as large as the last, big enough for stupid pink monkeys to count their reflections in it's eye-thingie-whatsits.
And yet....they still feel the need to pat the damn thing.
I'm waiting for one of them to rock up on the back step one night with a collar and leash in hand offering to take the stupid pink male monkeys for walkies.
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