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C’mon SOS,
Where tha hell are ya…’C’mon’ babe lets rock.
Cheers.Giving Thanks SOS….
God bless ya love, here’s JJ Grey.
Gotta go’n havva another.
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Replies: 109Great tunes Squirter, so much feelings in them. Sorry I don’t have time to come on here as often as I should. Hey, I’m only one women! lol
Been shopping for some winter clothes, as I biff my sweaters and such out, at the end of each winter if they look bally etc. So, I said to myself, time for a spend up! Spent $211 dollars and saved $250 with coupons etc. That should last me ’till Spring.
Remember, I come from the North Island! Only we know how we are! True blues! Know looking down our nose at anybody.
Take care babe.
This is for Janda . Hope it works just passing through,, back tomorrow nite when there is a break in the traffic lol
Cheers From Kai
Cheers Kai, good to see you’re back, glad to see you have been able to recycle this thread😄🍷🍻.
But I just want to say we’re watching that TV show Co** St**** that nobody watches… How sad, and it must bring back awful memories for some.
from Stoke, Nelson 😛
Thinking of the bad weather on the West Coast, here’s hoping Sir Nigel etc. haven’t copped anything too serious.
from Stoke, Nelson 😛
😥 Yes Janda that was a very sad episode on Coro tonight! Quite traumatic!
Loyal - Bay of Plenty 🙂
Just back from Stewart Island good fishing good sea food great entertainment and a great flight home. Will have to settle down for a couple of months then will be off to Brisbane for ten days or so will have a settling in period before we contemplate this excursion.
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A VOICE FROM THE SOUTH
The Stranger
A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.
As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche.
My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger… he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn’t seem to mind.
Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet.
(I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them.
Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home – not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our long time visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.My Dad didn’t permit the liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished.
He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing..I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked … And NEVER asked to leave.
More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents’ den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.
His name?….
We just call him ‘TV.’
(Note: This should be required reading for every household!)
He has a wife now….we call her ‘Computer.’
Their first child is “Mobile Phone”.
Second child “I Pod ”
And JUST BORN WAS a Grandchild: IPADOH MY—-HOW TRUE THIS IS!!!
Supergold-Wainuiomata (Wellington)
Luv it SG…so true. Gups changed my name, guess what, I’m not paranoid!
After quite a while of long cold, the last two days were mild, tomorrow temperatures a diving down. I can’t wait to start my JD tractor up and mow! Plant & what ever!
My young brother passed away suddenly in January in NZ and I’m finding it hard to not calling him up each month or sooner, and remembering his voice, the way he would answer me with exuberance just to hear me. Its a bugger sometimes living so far away.
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