Friday, November 27, 2009

The Big Hunt


Some of you will know that I own two fox terriers, one large kinda fat one and a younger miniature, both female and both feisty.
Tonight they were laying comatose on their bed in the laundry as usual when all of a sudden all hell broke loose. I was alerted by buckets and laundry bin flying around the room and all the din that created. Nala has always been lazy and the idea of actually attacking anything was left to the contents of the dinner bowl, but Roxy has always had a killer instinct. (yeah I know… don’t let your daughters name your dogs!)
I rushed as best I can and closed the door behind me, the object of their interest was hiding behind the mop bucket. I caught a glimpse of the mighty beast…a grey house mouse.
I gee’d them up with tender words of encouragement like ‘GET THE FU**ING THING’… I don’t know quite how, but it’s clear that Fox Terriers understand swear words… and clearly understood my intent.
Suitably stirred up I moved the mop bucket and they raced in after their quarry which ran straight over Roxy’s head, down her back and seemingly away scot free.
I held no great hopes for Narla, she grabbed a mouse once and couldn’t spit it out quickly enough… the fur was like…Oooo yuk! (it got away) But this time she was up to the task and grabbed the suicidal beast.
I say suicidal because… really, here’s a small room with two bored hunting dogs in it…and nowhere to hide. This mouse either was sick of life or had delusions of grandeur. Either way the end was swift, followed by her usual Oooo yuk! dummy spit, where upon Roxy did her usual thing by grabbing it and running off into the house to prevent me giving it a decent burial.
I'm thinking it would be easier to get on my hands and knees and catch it myself than getting it off Roxy, one day she might actually bite me I think. Feisty little bugger! I hate playing tug of war with’re never quite sure how it might end.
But today was actually a milestone, they’ve learned to hunt as a pack and made a combined kill. Pity any fool mouse that comes their way in the future.

Monday, November 23, 2009





A friend of a friend had been cheating on her boyfriend for some time, she told him she no longer loved him, put on her makeup and headed out to a club to meet up with her lover. Bad enough to behave like that…even worse when there’s a child involved. Her mother went to the club and dragged her daughter out and made her go home to sort things out properly. This event became a round table discussion with my daughters with interesting insights…my daughters are now grown women, with ideas and opinions all their own. Thankfully they are quite level headed and tend to see beyond the superficial. (or so they would have me believe) LOL
The point was made that this woman was in fact probably just bored, not out of love with her man, nor in love with the new guy…just bored with her lot, and she somehow figured she had the right to drag everyone through this crap just so she could jazz up her life for a while.
For thousands of years at least, womankind has settled for who they were told to marry, or whoever was able to pay the required dowry. Love, they were assured, came later.
For most it seemed to work well enough (in terms of child rearing) but for the last hundred years or so the all conquering primal reason to marry a particular person has been ‘LOVE’…so what is love anyway?
Is it not just that urge to breed with a particular person?...and are we that different to dogs, cats or other primates. Whether driven by physical attraction, hormones, pheromones, loneliness or some other unfathomable reason. We all find some people attractive beyond measure, deep eyes, a warm smile, the curve of a neck or the more base reasons like big boobs or ‘come get me’ behaviour. These are usually pretty poor reasons to choose a life partner though, usually ending in marital disaster. It seems ‘love’ does not always last…and each person seems to have a differing opinion of what love really is anyway. Around 50% of modern marriages fail...but that does not take into account the relationships that don’t make it to marriage before seems we aren’t very good at choosing life partners.
There are arguments to be made about women’s rights, assaults within marriage, freedom to choose and lots more besides and I really don’t want to go there because if I did, this would be a book, not a blog! I think we can just accept that over time men have made the rules to suit themselves and it’s well beyond time that it changed…and it has, or is changing for the better!...isn’t it?
So, do you choose a partner based on love and sex...or do you choose a partner based on respect, intelligence, civility, warm-heartedness or some other real and apparently fathomable reason? …Does it really matter anyway, or is it just a matter of different strokes.
Where do I stand on all this?...I’m a male so I got nuthin!

Actually, when I think about it..I think I’ve just fallen into relationships without really considering much of anything…maybe it’s time to actually have a plan!

Anyone got a spare plan I could use?

Saturday, November 14, 2009


In the entire time it’s taken for me to grow up and get old, cars have been the standard form of travel for us Aussies. From popping down the shop or the school run to the drive to work and of course the obligatory weekend ‘drive’ for seemingly no reason except to see things zip past the tightly wound windows.
Insulated from the world outside I blast down the road casting dispersions at other motorists that seemingly have no idea that I’m more important than they are. Casually muttering obscene suggestions of physical impossibilities and my personal assorted theories on their grim genealogy.
If they have a worse car it’s because they're dopers, pissheads or worse…and if they have a better car it’s because they’re doing something illegal, immoral or depriving some honest person of his/her share of ill gotten gains…good people drive cars just like mine!
Of course it’s not my fault that I need to waste the earths resources…the busses don’t go where I need them to go and they have the most inconvenient timetables, fancy going somewhere at the hour, every hour…or having to wait part of an hour to catch one going back toward home…ridiculous! (the desk jockey that made those rules clearly does not take the bus!)
Then there are those who ‘choose’ to walk…come on now! No one ‘chooses’ to walk…. They have to be crims or nutters that aren’t allowed to drive, or just maybe a few of them are waiting for their mechanic to call to say their car is ready to be picked up…by taxi!
But I suspect that the biggest majority of them are just nutters who have no idea what they’re missing, or are too far out of it to know they should have bought a car…
Sometimes when I get somewhere I have to actually get out of my car and mix with the rabble (gag, choke) But the same rules apply as in the car...eyes straight forward, no eye contact and for god sake don’t smile at anyone. Where possible one word answers to all questions, get what you need then back to the goldfish bowl and back on the road.. Ahh! Another social situation carefully avoided…
But lately…with the wisdom of age, I’m wondering if maybe we are all somebody’s idea of nutter.

Nah! That cant be it!

Friday, November 13, 2009

Yeah, the phone...or the nails, what else would I put this up for?

Come on know guys with tatts are HOT!!!


Its hot, hot, hot here in South Australia just now. 4 days of 40 degree days and another 3 or 4 to go. Everyone's melting or staying indoors with their air conditioners running flat out day and night. You can imagine just how much that's going to cost! We have a beach close by but low tides are the norm here in Summer with hight tides occurring through the day light hours pretty much only in winter. (god hates us) So we bathe in ankle deep water or swim at night when it's harder to see the White Pointers of which there are quite a few and large ones at that...Want to come here for a holiday yet? Ha, do ya...well do ya?! 'Where the bloody hell are ya?' LOL (yeah, maybe not)


Hi People, I've been away from my site for so long I'd forgotten where the hell it was even..LOL So! I'm back and ready to blog again. (trust me, you dont want to know)