BC, share your sentiments re DaveGrohl...
Would it be weird of me to tell everyone here that I have a "man crush" on Dave Grohl...
meaning...I want to be him...not be with him...Boods
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BC, share your sentiments re DaveGrohl...
Would it be weird of me to tell everyone here that I have a "man crush" on Dave Grohl...
meaning...I want to be him...not be with him...Boods
Aliens Are Coming To Earth On Friday And Their Mission Is To Abduct All Good Looking And Sexy People.
You Will Be Safe , I'm Just E-mailing You To Say Goodbye.
That reminds me Battler, we should go to the party dressed as a dinosaur. I'll be the front end, and you just be yourself.
In other news, I'm jumping into the SMSF pool and I'm documenting each step of the way, so hopefully my experience can be useful to others.
have looked into this too, can't do it yet though because the Stinking government won't let me roll my fund over
Gonna cost me a motza at retirement.... and they are using MY money................ba****ds.
have looked into this too, can't do it yet though because the Stinking government won't let me roll my fund over
Really? Why?
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw the lady in the cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 8 or 9 years old.
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Nanny,
are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around for a cheaper one. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mummy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'
His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mummy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister .''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the shops.'
Then he showed me a very nice photo of himself. He was laughing. He then told me 'I want mummy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'
'I love my mummy and I wish she didn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll!''
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'
Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mummy could give it to my sister . He heard me!''
'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much.. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
'My mummy loves white roses.'
As I saw the old lady returning, I left with my basket as to not cause a scene.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state of mind from when I started.
I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young
woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical
state. The family had to decide whether to remove the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
The boy couldn't have been more than 8 or 9 years old.
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Nanny,
are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around for a cheaper one. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mummy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'
His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mummy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister .''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the shops.'
Then he showed me a very nice photo of himself. He was laughing. He then told me 'I want mummy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'
'I love my mummy and I wish she didn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll!''
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'
Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mummy could give it to my sister . He heard me!''
'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much.. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
'My mummy loves white roses.'
As I saw the old lady returning, I left with my basket as to not cause a scene.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state of mind from when I started.
I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young
woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical
state. The family had to decide whether to remove the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Margaret Wheatley has some very interesting studies and ideas. I love social anthropolgists.
It's Halloween soon, I'm told. I remember that it never used to be the done thing here, just an Americanism. But, much like the rest of their culture, it seems to be quickly becoming the standard. I've lost count of how many Halloween parties are going on this month.
I do wonder though, whether Lady Gaga will dress up as a normal person for the event?
I do wonder though, whether Lady Gaga will dress up as a normal person for the event?
I do the same thing each afternoon (too groggy in the morning), except I air drum to Dream Theater. It's exceptionally satisfying when you can air drum to some crazy time signatures in their music - AND nail it.
Yeah, it's an adaptation of an old Celtic and Pagan ritual, from memory. All Hallows' Eve.
From a modern culture perspective though, it seems to be portrayed (rightly or wrongly) very much an Americanism.
Also associatied with All Hallows Day or All Saints Day (November 1) is Mexico's Day of the Dead (November 2)- a colourful and enthusiastic celebration of the memory of deceased relatives.
One friend has a big collection of Day of the Dead pieces. We only had one sugar skull, which only lasted until the ants found it
I'm pretty sure my Mum was a pretty big party girl as a younger woman, and I remember her frequently saying in her late thirties: "Who wants to go to Heaven when none of your friends will be there?"Hell was the most fun
battler - did this really happen to you or was it a story from elsewhere? if it was you, you are a wonderful person and thanks for the tears.
I went around today sticking "house for rent" ads up all over the place (well, up on the *other* two shop windows that take free adverts anyway).
I was most amused to note that one of them went up right next to an ad "house wanted for rent". Might have to go back with a pen and paper and get their number, silly people had no little tear-off bits down the bottom of their black texta handwritten ad.
I was most amused to note that one of them went up right next to an ad "house wanted for rent". Might have to go back with a pen and paper and get their number, silly people had no little tear-off bits down the bottom of their black texta handwritten ad.
