A funny thing happened to me on my way home
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Posted:Jan 10, 2009 12:11 am
Last Updated:Sep 26, 2009 2:55 pm 3257 Views
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A travelling companion and I had stopped off to tour through the Jenolan Caves. On the other side of the mountain we stopped at a small clearing marked rest stop so that I could pee. There was no toilet just a small grassy slope and a little gully just three feet away. To the gully I went avoiding the stinging nettle all over the ground.
We travelled for another 3 quarters of an hour up the mountain when we came to such a beautiful site that we just had to stop. My intention was to take photos but my mobile phone rang. I got out of the car and talked on the phone, I had finished the call and went for the camera and that's when I felt something bite me!
The pain was severe and without a second thought I dropped my jeans to my knees and was shocked at what I saw. Perched on my nickers was a huge green ant with big red nippers!
I brushed it away and yelled at my friend, I need something cold the burning pain was too much at which time I noticed that he had just taken a cold can of beer out of the camp fridge so I snatched if from him to put on my groin.
Why he was laughing so much while I was in pain I did not find amusing but when I look at the picture I understand why it was so funny (just not at that time). It must have been a sight me standing on the side of the road with my jeans around my knees and a cold can of beer pressed to my groin.
The ant must have crawled onto the leg of my jeans when I stopped for a pee,he died on that day and though I had three big welts from this creature that lasted for weeks I did see the funny side and I hope it gives you a chuckle.
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A Christmas Poem
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Posted:Dec 10, 2008 1:11 pm
Last Updated:Sep 26, 2009 2:57 pm 2793 Views
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T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE,
MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE.
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY,
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO,
IN THIS HOME, DID LIVE.
I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.
NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES,
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.
WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT,
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.
FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.
THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR,
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.
THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED,
AN AUSTRALIAN SOLDIER.
WAS THIS THE HERO,
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
I REALIZED THE FAMILIES,
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS,
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.
SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE,
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM,
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
I COULDN'T HELP WONDER,
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE,
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.
THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT,
A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES,
AND STARTED TO CRY.
THE SOLDIER AWAKENED,
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;
I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."
THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.
I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL,
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED,
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.
I DID NOT WANT TO LEAVE,
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR,
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.
THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."
ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."
This poem was written by an Australian Peacekeeping soldier stationed overseas.
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We don't have the right to judge.
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Posted:Nov 15, 2008 7:53 pm
Last Updated:Aug 27, 2009 2:54 pm 3255 Views
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JUST A BIKER
I saw you hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line. But you didn't see me put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.
I saw you pull your closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk. But you didn't see me playing Santa at the local Mall.
I saw you change your mind about going into the restaurant when you saw my bike parked out front. But you didn't see me attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.
I saw you roll up your window and shake your head when I rode by. But you didn't see me riding behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.
I saw you frown at me when I smiled at your . But you didn't see me when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.
I saw you stare at my long hair. But you didn't see me and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.
I saw you roll your eyes at our Leather jackets and gloves. But you didn't see me and my brothers donate our old ones to those that had none.
I saw you look in fright at my tattoos. But you didn't see me cry as my where born or have their name written over and in my heart.
I saw you change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere. But you didn't see me going home to be with my family.
I saw you complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be. But you didn't see me when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.
I saw you yelling at your in the car. But you didn't see me pat my 's hands knowing she was safe behind me.
I saw you reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road. But you didn't see me squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.
I saw you race down the road in the rain. But you didn't see me get soaked to the skin so my could have the car to go on his date.
I saw you run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time. But you didn't see me trying to turn right.
I saw you cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in. But you didn't see me leave the road.
I saw you waiting impatiently for my friends to pass. But you didn't see me. I wasn't there.
I saw you go home to your family. But you didn't see me. Because I died that day you cut me off.
I was just a biker. A person with friends and a family.But you didn't see me.
EVEN IF YOU DON'T LIKE US, RESPECT OUR RIGHTS AND TAKE A FEW EXTRA SECONDS TO BE SURE WE ARE NOT IN 'YOUR' WAY ....
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For love of life.
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Posted:Nov 11, 2008 12:08 pm
Last Updated:Aug 30, 2009 12:14 am 2682 Views
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Human nature never ceases to amaze me. We can go on about our daily lives being so tied up with our own chores,wows and such that we sometimes never see the sorrow,pain,or joys of others. We all have them and may feel that no one cares, NOT TRUE. Human nature tends to prevail and good friends will come to your side when needed. A friend of mine has had some troubles lately with an abusive partner, she was very depressed and ill but she wouldn't talk to us (her friends)and we didn't know what was going on, we asked what was wrong of course but she kept it bottled up inside her. It was sad watching this lovely person going down hill so badly, we kept at her though never turning our back on her, we knew something was wrong and we had to let her know that she had some support when she was ready to accept it. She finally did after he belted her and threatened her with a knife. I guess what I'm trying to say is if you know someone who may seem to behaving differently and closing off don't turn your back on them because you just may be able to give them some hope and if you yourself are having problems share it with your friends!
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