This photo is priceless - look at the little kitten.
Its mum survived thanks to the fireman.
Saturday, 4 May 2013
Macular Degeneration Awareness Week 2013, Sun 26 May to Sat 1 June
I first noticed this poster in my local library so thought lots of baby boomers might be interested in this topic too.+Ita Buttrose is the Patron of Macular Disease Foundation Australia as well as
Australian of the Year 2013
I copied this information from the website:
"Reaching out to help all those with a macular disease
The Foundation will provide information, guidance and support for the many macular diseases, primarily macular degeneration but also diabetic retinopathy, retinal vein occlusion and macular dystrophies.
This change reflects the need for support and services to be available across all macular diseases."
Ita's involvement with the organisation came about through her father.
Like Ita it is personal for me too, as my mum has macular degeneration as well as some of my closest friends.
Here's the contact details:
Support Line phone number 1800 111 709
The link for more information is www.mdfoundation.com.au
info@mdfoundation.com.au
+Vision Australia has also been helpful in so many ways too. A big thank you to the Melbourne and Southport/GoldCoast offices of that organisation too.
Conact details:
General enquiries 1300 84 74 66
www.visionaustralia.org
info@visionaustralia.org
Thursday, 2 May 2013
Ohhh baby boomer memories . . .
This journey is bringing back memories of taking my son on train trips at that age! He is now 28.
Us baby boomer mums quickly became experts on the different types of cars, planes, tractors, trains etc that were around at the time. I still vividly remember learning what a 'spoiler' was. (I am one of those people who views cars as something with 4 wheels that takes me from A to B so as you can imagine, I was on a steep learning curve.)
Anyway better stop writing, the 'little man' has told me we have arrived in Melbourne . . .
Tuesday, 30 April 2013
Monday, 22 April 2013
Lest We Forget
This statue oozes mateship and so much more
Lest We Forget all those who have seen active duty
Saturday, 20 April 2013
Fifty SHEDS Of Grey
My ‘not so’ old school mate sent this article but reckons he doesn’t know
anything about the novel Fifty Shades of Grey – 'whatever you say RM'.
The novel “Fifty Shades Of Grey” has seduced women – and baffled blokes. Now, Fifty Sheds Of Grey, offers a treat for the men. The book has author Colin Grey recounting his love encounters at the bottom of the garden. Here are some extracts.......
Fifty Sheds Of Grey
We tried various positions – round the back, on the side, up against a wall...
but in the end we came to the conclusion the bottom of the garden was the only place for a good shed.
She stood before me, trembling in my shed.
“I’m yours for the night,” she gasped, “You can do whatever you want with me.”
So I took her to Bunning’s.
She knelt before me on the shed floor and tugged gently at first, then harder until finally it came.
I moaned with pleasure. Now for the other boot.
Ever since she read THAT book, I’ve had to buy all kinds of ropes, chains and shackles.
She still manages to get into the shed, though.
“Put on this rubber suit and mask,” I instructed, calmly.
“Mmmm, kinky!” she purred.
“Yes,” I said, “You can’t be too careful with all that asbestos in the shed roof.”
“I’m a very naughty girl,” she said, biting her lip. “I need to be punished.”
So I invited my mum to stay for the weekend.
“Harder!” she cried, gripping the workbench tightly. “Harder!”
“Okay,” I said. “What’s the gross national product of Nicaragua?”
I lay back exhausted, gazing happily out of the shed window.
Despite my concerns about my inexperience, my rhubarb had come up a treat.
“Are you sure you can take the pain?” she demanded, brandishing stilettos.
“I think so,” I gulped. “Here we go, then,” she said, and showed me the receipt.
“Hurt me!” she begged, raising her skirt as she bent over my workbench.
“Very well,” I replied. “You’ve got fat ankles and no dress sense.”
“Are you sure you want this?” I asked. “When I’m done, you won’t be able to sit down for weeks.”
She nodded. “Okay,” I said, putting the three-piece lounge suite on eBay.
“Punish me!” she cried. “Make me suffer like only a real man can!”
“Very well,” I replied, leaving the toilet seat up.
The novel “Fifty Shades Of Grey” has seduced women – and baffled blokes. Now, Fifty Sheds Of Grey, offers a treat for the men. The book has author Colin Grey recounting his love encounters at the bottom of the garden. Here are some extracts.......
Fifty Sheds Of Grey
We tried various positions – round the back, on the side, up against a wall...
but in the end we came to the conclusion the bottom of the garden was the only place for a good shed.
She stood before me, trembling in my shed.
“I’m yours for the night,” she gasped, “You can do whatever you want with me.”
So I took her to Bunning’s.
She knelt before me on the shed floor and tugged gently at first, then harder until finally it came.
I moaned with pleasure. Now for the other boot.
Ever since she read THAT book, I’ve had to buy all kinds of ropes, chains and shackles.
She still manages to get into the shed, though.
“Put on this rubber suit and mask,” I instructed, calmly.
“Mmmm, kinky!” she purred.
“Yes,” I said, “You can’t be too careful with all that asbestos in the shed roof.”
“I’m a very naughty girl,” she said, biting her lip. “I need to be punished.”
So I invited my mum to stay for the weekend.
“Harder!” she cried, gripping the workbench tightly. “Harder!”
“Okay,” I said. “What’s the gross national product of Nicaragua?”
I lay back exhausted, gazing happily out of the shed window.
Despite my concerns about my inexperience, my rhubarb had come up a treat.
“Are you sure you can take the pain?” she demanded, brandishing stilettos.
“I think so,” I gulped. “Here we go, then,” she said, and showed me the receipt.
“Hurt me!” she begged, raising her skirt as she bent over my workbench.
“Very well,” I replied. “You’ve got fat ankles and no dress sense.”
“Are you sure you want this?” I asked. “When I’m done, you won’t be able to sit down for weeks.”
She nodded. “Okay,” I said, putting the three-piece lounge suite on eBay.
“Punish me!” she cried. “Make me suffer like only a real man can!”
“Very well,” I replied, leaving the toilet seat up.
Monday, 15 April 2013
Baby boomers - Thought of the day
Money can't buy . . .
- health
- well-being
- a clear conscience
- a sense of humour
- taste
- style
- discrimination
- wit
- wisdom and
- intelligence.
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