I love being single!! - but not persecuted! btw, single and NOT looking (no match ups please, this is not an attempt to get hitched!) I just write here exactly what is going on in my life (and occasionally passing judgement...) I do not make money from this blog.
There is swearing......at times I am verbally aggressive, and you will need to apply common-sense. Do not run away like a little girl at the first swear word. This is Kid safe, I do not believe in censoring words or disguising life. This is a helpful website. I know in combating, bullies, it does take a certain level of bravado, and innuendo. I am not some great writer, I am just a girl writing about her life. Main message - STOP STEALING and stop stalking / harassing me like a dog.
Emily Bieman's Blog - Single Lady Persecution"My Scream"
Life Stories P5
Front rockery, early stages at Rangari
2. Back rockery in Winter at Rangari
3. A few of my Fabric Designs
1. All my hard work of “boulder collecting” stolen and wasted
I went and collected all those rocks from down the paddock, it took quite some effort I can tell you. In the end the most effective way was tying a rope around the rock (in fact I ended up using a horse hey bail net – turned out to be the strongest piece of rope I had) then drag the rock behind my little Daewoo, up the paddock into the yard. I went through a lot of ropes before I found the netting worked, although I did have to throw it out after the last one, it had HAD it!
I believe there is a wire rope you can purchase, which may have been better, but since I didn’t have any money, using what I had was the only option.
I really miss this rockery, and it just would’ve looked spectacular by now, 5 years later - the whole wall would’ve been covered in climbing roses and creeping fig, plus the 15 Melaleucas would be all bunched up along the bottom under the window and along the whole front, flowering madly. And then the pig face in front of them, when all in flower, in spring, it would’ve been a knockout. I would have collected all that seed by now, to add to my shop collection, and they were 15 unusual varieties of melaleucas. I find nurseries often only have one or two varieties of each species. I mean take the ‘Kings Park’ Callistemon for example, I think there was one big wholesale nursery who must’ve made up about 1 billion of those cuttings, and everywhere you go (in my experience) where ever I’ve lived, you can always see a ‘Kings Park’ Callistamon! So there is definitely a lack of diversity in Australian nurseries, and that’s why my nursery is important - but chop chop chop, typical bloody bullies bulldozing their way over the little people.
I did move that white Jasmine, around to the front Veranda. I figured the wall would just be better all green with the three climbing roses and the creeping fig.
When I relocated, I took my grey water irrigation with me, little did I know, I would not be able to take it up to QLD on the truck, so that was a waste. Maybe there would have been a chance that the new tenant would’ve used it, and so all those plants would have that additional water, being so closely planted they would need the additional water to survive. Although, a tenant in there, probably wouldn’t use green washing powder, so they probably all would’ve died anyway with an elcheapo washing powder.
You know, up until David and Brendan sold ‘my house’, they were by far the best landlords I’ve ever had, including since then too. (aside from the reasons previously discussed on this blog ) But, mainly being because, they didn’t really give a toss about the house, it just came with the land, which is what they were interested in, and indeed before me, they had left the house vacant, it had been vacant since David’s dad died 10yrs prior, and they only rented it, as I was friends with their neighbour. So, I was pretty much left to my own devices, free to do exactly what I wished around the place, plus both were always busy. It is my experience, that a landlord who isn’t a busy person, makes a bad landlord. Interfering Medalling Mary’s!! So, the less contact, the longer the tenancy; win win for both. My latest realtor at Sarina, could well take this advice.
4. English class in high school
I want to talk about my English class in Secondary education (high school). In English we used to sit there for hrs each year, while the teacher droned on and on, I really have no memories of English class or what we did, except I recall once we did a Shakespeare play, and we had turns around the class to read a paragraph each, I clearly remember it, because when it was about to be my turn, I got all panicky and nervous about reading in public, I would skip ahead and read my paragraph to myself, to practice and so I knew what I would be talking about. Public speaking is just not my thing, I really hate it, -at least I didn’t have to stand up in front of everyone, we could just do it sitting at our desks. It would’ve been worse too if we had to memorise it and speak, as I tend to forget everything once I am standing in front of people like that, I freeze totally, my mind goes blank (it’s a problem that should have been addressed at some point in my schooling while my mind was developing, another example of failed teaching practices in Australia, as apparently this is a common thing) So, the fact I could remember this particular class so well was because I was stimulated, meaning for all the other English classes, we were all under-stimulated. Dep of Education – take note. Creative and harmless ways to stimulate kids thank you very much.
As a side story, I was not that good at English anyway – whatever English really was, still a little unsure what the point of it was. But I had my mother on my back about it “go and see your teacher and ask her what you can do to improve yourself”, she was so persistent that eventually I went to the teacher in her staff room, and the teacher was so delighted that someone had taken an interest in the subject, that she did actually help me greatly, she gave me information about how to write an essay. I don’t know if she had covered this in class and I missed it? But I learnt that there’s actually a very good technique in writing an essay; you know you start with the introduction of the subject that you will be talking about, then you write 3 or 4 paragraphs about the subject, and then you conclude with a little summary paragraph of the subject. (this will keep your essay making sense and easy to read) so I was pleased I went and saw her.
So, this particular teacher so happened to have twins - 2 girls about our age. I was really curious about this twin factor, as I had not known any twins. So, my mission from then on in English class was to get her to talk about her twins, which to me would be far more interesting than whatever she was droning on about. She loved talking about her kids, like a mother does, and so basically for the rest of that year, all we did in English (much to the dismay of some of my fellow classmates!!) was listen to her stories about her twins!! It was fantastic, and, in my mind, this should be the point of English – peoples stories. (My marks indeed went up from that point forward)
BTW, there are certain acting methods and exercises that should be done in primary schools to allow kids to learn to express themselves particularly in front of other people.
And, why Communication is not taught in English, IS BEYOND COMPREHENSION.
And what is the point of cursive handwriting? -please, communication must be done as easy and clear has possible, clear standard handwriting only thanks!! This is not the last century any more, awake with the times.
5. Criminal vigilantes picking on gardeners who grow exotic plants
There appears to be an element of stupidity in the plant world, in areas like: Quarantine, Plants societies like Australian National Botanic Gardens, Parks Australia, Australian Native Plant Society, and weed decision maker departments, I guess that would be the Department of Agriculture (meant to be the Department of agriculture). Within these groups, there are some, I guess, who have been named “purist” out there who believe only indigenous plants to the area should be grown, which in my opinion is just ridiculous, it’s like saying you cannot grow that bottlebrush in your garden because it’s not native to that area, it it’s only found in Western Australia, so only if you live in Western Australia, and in that particular region, can you grow this- and the list goes on of course, there are dozens of beautiful native ornamentals that people grow in their gardens. Those so-called Purists, are trying to inflict themselves on the community in various ways like through Facebook, they attack online nurseries, particularly the small ones, they try to close nurseries down that sell exotics (and do close them down with false accusations of selling noxious weeds), and there seems to be vigilantes out there in the community who are ready to rip out peoples plants from their garden if they’re not indigenous. These people need to be severely fined, there’s no laws against growing most plants (there is a list of plants that is advised you shouldn’t grow in certain areas of Australia, there’s also another list that you definitely are not allowed to grow, because it affects agriculture), most people are responsible and would wish to comply with these lists, we all love this country including its unique flora, but on the whole, it is none of your business what other people grow in their gardens, deal with it: NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.
And of course, this vigilante behaviour most definitely extends to exotic plants. I’ve had many exotic plants that aren’t a weed threat, stolen by vigilantes’ members from one of the groups I’ve mentioned above as well as confiscated in the post either by Australian quarantine or a vigilante posing as Australian quarantine these are the kind of disgraceful criminal tactics these people are using.
Eucalyptus kruseana, native to Kalgoorlie, Western Australia
Argyranthemum frutescens - Marguerite Daisy, native to the Canary Islands (part of Spain)
Both doing very well in my NSW Garden, both far from being a weed threat
6. Culmination of thought, Wilful story
I remember as a very young child listening to Elvis Presley Hound Dog song, there is a line in it “well you ain’t never caught a rabbit and you ain’t no friend of mine” Got me thinking how I, as a 4yr old, could catch one of those rabbits, not reading the true meaning of the line. -but I knew where all the rabbits were- we lived on a farm, and there was a place that was full of hundreds of
rabbits, this was before the introduction of those two bates that kill them) I resolved myself to thinking it is a good thing I had no intentions of being friends with Elvis Presley because I could not catch a rabbit!
Anyway, on the farm at Rangari I had cats, and every now and again my cat Mia would kill a rabbit, and I was walking down to the mail early one morning and there was a fresh kill, still had steam coming off it, I thought it might have been a fox and I’ve scared it off, so I’ll just leave it, as a fox may return after I’ve gone. Then on my way back the rabbit was still there, so I decided I’ll take it up to the cats, cut it up for them. As I was cutting up this rabbit, skinning it, the flesh looked quite delicious, I thought, if this rabbit hadn’t been on the ground with dirt, I would think it would be quite tasty. So, then I thought, well if I hit one in the car, which had happened once before, -they get dazed by the headlights, I’ll go back and get it. So, it would’ve been less than a week later, I hit a rabbit in the headlights, I remembered my plan, so went back to get it. It had been hit by the car in such a way that it was already skinned and gutted! I believe I had the opportunity to try rabbit because of the combination of thought I had; it was my plan to try it. And that’s how ‘will’ works, it is very powerful, sometimes you just have to think something, and it can come true, you don’t even have to do anything.
Having said that when I bought that dead kill up to my cats, my little Mia was so happy, she was purring 100miles an hour, so loudly too! and I’m thinking to myself well maybe this is Mia’s little plan, she knew I’d walk down to the mail, so she caught it, and left it there in hopes that I would bring it back up and cut it up, because it’s not something she can easily do! God bless my little smarty-pants, Mia.
7. NEGS - The Source of all many problems
I have moved to a new location, and am trying to start a Sewing Alteration business. On the weekend I took some skirts over to MPB, that I had hemmed for a customer and while I was parked, before I had dropped them off, some saboteur had broken into the car, dishevelled all my beautifully hung and ironed skirts, and put a big yellow mark on one of them, it was total sabotage - they also ripped down my flyers that I’d hung up around various spots at MPB.
So, along with the stealing, this kind of sabotage happens to me frequently and has done so over the past 20 years, and I’ve just come to the realisation of who it most likely is, as I’ve just seen
her again now in Gin Gin, - this is the 9th time I have seen her in various locations across Australia, she literally is stalking me - one of my house mistresses from when I was at school, Miss Goldman -I was targeted by her some, she was kind of obsessed with me, due to an
incident that happened in year 7. And since leaving school, it will be no coincidence that I have seen her no less than nine times in different states (Melbourne, 3 times, Sydney once, Port Douglas once, the Central Coast twice, in Gunnedah and now in Gin Gin, and I only noticed by fluke, because I usually don’t notice people too much, so there could be many other times, I often feel like I’m being followed and harassed by the same group of people) so I think she may be
stalking me big time, her name was Miss Goldman, it may be Kathy or something (I didn’t really pay much attention to the house Mistresses (I suspect therein lies the problem, those types love to be ‘adored’ by the little girls, but I am healthy, and have common-sense, so, no, adoration.) I don’t recall her ever stealing from anyone at school, so I would be surprised if this is her, but the harassment and sabotage I will definitely put it down to her, I would say ‘persecution’ is a fair word- she seems to be surrounded by young women I’m thinking she is most likely gay and perhaps those young girls are the thieves?, as ’ve had about $10,000 worth of items stolen from me over the past 15years (I assumed it was my next door neighbour at Rangari, Heath Barwick, (I know he is guilty) but actually once when I saw Cathy Goldman at the airport in Melbourne, when there was a stopover at Sydney and Heath Barwick was there, so maybe those two are in cahoots together ? how weird). I had major saboteur problems at RMIT when I was there, with her and her young accomplices, what she does is goes to the neighbours of where I am and yells out from the neighbours in an abusive harassment manner, things like “ooh the queen has arrived” when I walk up from the carpark, also I believe she has well connected friends that she would actually send into the classroom and harass me, I’m not sure how that would work they seem to be relaxed on who attends class at RMIT? And also in Melbourne my cat was kidnapped for 3 months, I believe she may have been responsible as I saw her at the house where it was last seen, then again at the airport when I was leaving, she yelled sorry from afar. She’s basically a psycho, I’ve decided, and I have mentioned her to the police. (At the school, NEGS, Armidale, they pick and choose their teachers for the classroom well, but they don’t pick and choose all the other staff at the school, as they should. I will definitely go so far as to say Cathy Goldman was a paedophile in a strange female way).
Emily Bieman - graduated 1991, – no comment from the school about this situation, or the other abusive situations that happened at that school. (only a stupid or naive manipulated mother would send their child to a boarding school. NO ONE ELSE is going to look after your kids, wake up.)
I want to add, when I saw her in Port Douglas from the Dain Tree train, I think she may have been with at least 2 train carriage load full of girls, all people I have known in my past – and co conspiring like that, behind my back is just another form of bullying.
8. Short blonde girl who steals from me
That same short/blond haired girl that steals from me at Bunnings/Harvey Norman/Coles/Darryl Lee and God knows how many other places, tried to steal my (MY) silver bow at Coles (yrs ago now). This is one of those girls that ends up getting beaten by their husbands, she literally is begging for it due to her ‘childish naughty’ and incessant ways.
I hope she gets what’s she’s asking for. And if I ever see you girl; run girl run.
This photo story has been up for quite a while, and I think I should add to it, because there was actually more to this story. I mean the way she tried to steal it, it was a big set up at Coles; when I went there at 7 o’clock in the morning (my usual shopping time, and I only go shopping every two months or so). That morning that I went there, at checkout they had installed huge white metal detectors that you have to walk through, and so when I walked through with my bag at check out, (with my new bow on it) it sounded the alarm - it was really loud. I know that they set those metal detectors up, purely because of my bow, and the fact that it would go off (I had only just put it on my bag the day before, but I had had the Bow for years, it was mums, part of a belt she gave me, I removed the bow and attached on to my leather bag) – see dogs) And as if Coles needs metal detectors! They definitely took them down the next time I was there.
This is the kind of persecution that I have to endure on a regular basis when I go out by stupid blondes. Coles let her do it, she is in cahoots with the people who work at Coles, because they were quite happy to go along her and those with metal detectors. That short blonde girl belongs in JAIL. In jail. {along with her cahoot companions – and there are 1000’s of them}
I told Woolworths these antics that Coles get up to, and why they should start doing home deliveries, they did! Woolworths had heard enough, and said that they’ll do home delivery for me no problem (and Woolworths home delivery was 70 km away) so hooray for Woolworths. But isn’t it extraordinary how people are so willing to go along with a blonde bimbo persecutor? I think that short blonde girl must have brainwashing abilities, because who in their right mind would do something like that, at such an expense? Someone told me that they found out who that girl was (because of my BLOG) and they have stopped her, indeed I haven’t seen her, and believe that she does live in Gunnedah, which is over 500km away. But I did see someone try to manipulate the woman at Gin Gin fabric shop last year in exactly the same manner, to sabotage me, (they stole my Janome sewing machine), plus, I think I saw her at Mitre 10 in Sarina, trying to steal from me. It’s NEGS girl related??
I still have to get all my shopping online – they still antagonize me, even if I shop To Boot – they put dogs in the car park. But I don’t mind shopping online, comfort of the couch. I still have my ‘bow’ on my bag.
If only I had started wearing my body cam back then – she would be dead by now.
9. Dog Army Of One Stupid Short Blonde Girl
I’ve had another memory about that short blonde girl, and I think she stems from when I used to work at Enmore in Grave Attire, there was a girl half responsible for aiding the process of closing that shop down, and if that was her, I think she might be radio related or perhaps she even worked at Witchery, later someone implied that she couldn’t but help close down any other business that was a competitor to hers? A sabotager. (But more likely to be ABC radio related – government run radio station) this photostory was deleted, I had to rewrite it, so I am thinking hitting the nail on the head with this one.
I’m pretty sure I also later heard that stupid short blonde girl at the Gin Gin doctors when I was there about my collapsed arch, I was standing on one foot, talking to the receptionists, and that girl was at the door, ready to take off at any moment should I have my camera out, she was going “oh the poor girl she’s got a sore foot” in that sarcastic bitchy voice, by the time I turned around she was gone. And also, that particular voice, I’m sure, when I put in one of my complaints to a government department about the Bundaberg mental health unit, I’m pretty sure they put me through to that bloody girl. Same bitchy sarcastic voice with no respect for me AT ALL.
Talk about single white female problems.
And how does this girl get away with destroying someone’s career? I wrote a story about this government creating dog armies to fight its people. This is exactly that situation, dog army of one stupid short blonde girl. You know I’m actually not prejudice against blondes, and specifically I do not think blondes are inferior in anyway when it comes to brain capacity, and they are not more sexually promiscuous. I’ve known some extraordinarily smart blondes, but this particular girl happens to have blonde hair, - stand out features, distinguishing feature, short, blonde. And she’s been a huge nemesis, well though, she seems to have had no motivation in being one, therefore I can only assume she has mental health issues, or is somebody else’s personal ‘weapon’ (or ‘tool’, as in she is being used, and too stupid to realize it.) This is someone who really does have mental here healthy issues (!) and look how she works; she’s quiet she’s sneaky, she doesn’t disturb the whole public, and that’s how she gets away with it. Well guess what, to me, she’s a total nuisance - so go get her.
10. Girl getting families to harass me and steal via the neighbours places
I feel I need to do a special warning for this one. Apparently it was this photo story that was the most offensive one I had ever written. I wrote it when I was extremely angry and fed up with it. You need to bare in mind when reading this, this harassment behaviour has been going on for many years, at least 20. For many years I have done nothing about it, I felt that I could not do anything about it, and after I wrote this, I had pretty much no problems of this sort from that particular house. Although I wouldn’t go so far as to say it has stopped altogether there has been times since, that I have similar problems from other houses in the street. But nothing near what it was like before I wrote this particular little photo story. So, if anyone asks me to remove this story, because it’s too offensive - absolutely no way! (And I think it is same girl repeatedly who is doing it.
So there appears to be some nasty dog who goes and gets different people / families and puts them in the house next door and these people harass me verbally by yelling out, they play recorded nuisance sounds, and usually they steal from me. This has happened continuously over several months, although it’s intermittent, it seems, come the end of the week, and they just up and go home - not sure what the trigger is for that to happen - if you know, PLEASE ADVISE. So could that fucking family please fuck off, leave me alone, STOP HARRASING ME. And that nasty girl who goes and gets them - you are going to get cancer and die. (At the moment they seem to be staying at no ֎, before it was no ֎, before that no ֎, Kookaburra Park) But it is not a kookaburra park thing, same thing happened when I lived in Gunnedah, in town and on the farm, and in Melbourne. I clearly remember one specific girl from the horticulture course that I did, who was yelling out from the house next door in Henry Street, we didn’t know those neighbours very well, but that girl from the Tafe has got a very specific voice, I have no idea why she was yelling at me over the fence and then took off in a car? I also clearly remember another woman, a past landlord yelling out from the empty house across on the other side of the road, Ivan’s old empty house - sounded like Karen Cull to me, but I couldn’t be sure. Many other times and people over the years, and I think the ones at kookaburra Park houses, were people from Facebook? (That was before I was ban) So a definite problem with the people that cross my path harassing me from the neighbours; it’s like, at those times, I develop a little repetitive song in my head, it goes; fuck off fuck off fuck off and fuck off.
Oh, I think that girl who goes and gets them, is the stupid bully girl who talks to me on the phone, who thinks she is special, she is not – I hope she gets cancer and dies – you thieving bitch – even if you pay up, you still need to be prepared for hell.
I also think she is the girl who answered the phone when I called QLD services to make a complaint about Bundaberg mental health services – she was completely rude, condescending, sarcastic, just a total bitch who reminds me of the bitches who harass me from my neighbours – WHAT IS WRONG WITH BIMBOS IN THIS COUNTRY? fuck off all woman all the time – why do I need to spell this out, what are you all leeches??
As I mentioned before, the harassment stopped after I wrote about it (another reason why my blog is so important for me personally, aside from the fact that I find bullies will often deny that they’ve been a bully, so it’s important for me to describe what they do, as in ‘deny all you want’ but here it is in writing of what you’ve done’.
Also, as of late, when I say harassment from the house across the road has stopped; but whenever someone leaves that house in their big loud Revy car (I do wonder why they don’t get normal unrevvy car that doesn’t consume large volumes of petrol, its like they want everyone to hear them) whenever they do, in the morning (no set time), there’s a car that seems to drive past in front of my house on the HWY, and bangs, they do one loud bang, happens on a daily basis when the neighbours car leaves. It’s a little odd because who cares whether the neighbours leave your stay? why does someone on the highway (or maybe at a house who situated by the highway just up from me) care enough to make loud bang noise ??
I don’t know, it’s all a bit of a mystery to me, that’s why I’m writing about it in the hope that it may stop too. I think before with the verbal harassment, it was kind of loud, and a lot of people can witness it, and so it has stopped, however this is not so loud and notable, like it’s only if you’re here every day seeing and listening and hearing what goes on, would you notice this pattern; they are sneaky and manipulative, dishonest and most likely the thieves I have been talking about.
I have since moved again, and I think after reading this story on my blog, some of the neighbours here, 3 of them actually, ones across the rd, one up the hill and the maybe the woman just down a bit, in my complex - have copied those past neighbours, (see, surrounded by stupid copycats), at any rate, again there is a big commotion on a daily morning basis with cars leaving simultaneously and phones ringing. Actually, not daily, as there would be other people come to watch the spectacle, so, it is randomly frequently. Those people, who never actually ever confront me, means I can’t ever tell them to get fucked. The woman who lives up the hill is the worst – she has major problems. Mind you own business you stupid dog.
11. Gunnedah Squash Courts, the real reason it remains vacant for the last 30yrs
The old Gunnedah Squash Courts; 15 Warrabungle St, Gunnedah
The Gunnedah squash courts have been vacant for near 30 years. The real reason they were closed down, in my opinion, is because the people who used to play squash, back in the day, formed strong alliances, they were the ‘common people’ and they could ban together to make demands. The ‘powers that be’ in Gunnedah (Gunnedah council bitches), recognized this as a problem, and so, by sneaky means and tactics, it was shut down, and something like this, is not encouraged in Gunnedah, so ‘the powers that be’, can be ‘the powers that be’.
Later, the ‘powers that be’, told me it was not for that reason at all; it was because some of the married people who attended, without their partners, hooked up with other ‘unsupervised’ naughty people! Probably also true. But I do not see why this indiscretion should affect everyones turn at playing a recreational healthy sport like squash. Don’t be so prudish! Only a truly uptight neurotic, stupid bunch of ‘pearl wearing’ women, would do that – if you can’t keep your husband on a leash, get rid of him, not worth it.
12. School Art Story
There were 2 Art teachers, that took over from wonderful Mrs Larkin, when she went off to have a baby (man she was huge!). I think I was in year 11. They were a husband-and-wife team (can’t remember their names) there was something definitely wrong with both of them, I’m not really sure what, I didn’t really know them, except I definitely got a strong sense that there was something slightly off (often typical with ‘artistic’ people) -they were both manipulative with an agender, unlike anyone I had ever encounted at that point. (course now, that’s all anybody is like). They had something to do with some of the girls who follow me around later in my 20’3 / 30’s, because I saw them in Melbourne following me.
At the time in year 11, they were pushing me to do 3unit art, along with a couple of other teachers, and I felt, I really wasn’t that good at art, even though I have a strong sense of observation, my drawing skills are pretty much zero, so I thought it was odd that they were pushing me to do 3unit art (there was never any reason given as to why, there was NEVER any discussions as to after school careers and pathways). Well, I do have a strong colour sense, and a most definite appreciation and love for the arts, and I do persist with my love of textile design - I sell my designs online (sold quite a few thankyou -until I was ban by dog bitches). I have incorporated my love of colour, rather than a love of drawing into my designs, and I’m very pleased with them, and some of them are absolutely beautiful, see my “Plum Silver Stripes” above)! I have no problems tooting my own horn!
Anyway, those 2 art teachers; on one of my year 12 pieces, they kept pushing me to incorporate an artist Michael Leunig, which was very peculiar, especially since I’ve never heard of him or seen any of his cartoons, nor knew anything about politics, but anyway, I didn’t really care too much about anything back then, so I kind of obliged them, whatever. I created this horrible creation, because of it. It was so bad.
I feel at certain times in my life, I have been used by such arts people or council people, to put forward political or more like ‘employment opportunities’, using clever cunning evil plans like that those two art teachers, are capable of. Not that I’m opposed to clever thinking, particularly of the artistic avenue, but I don’t appreciate being used, especially if there’s nothing in it for me.
Also, I want to mention, I had never done art before that school. In infants and primary public school – NO ART ever! Can you believe that. Although I do recall doing Folk dancing in 3rd class!
I certainly had never had any drawing lessons. I did have out of school crafting activities, as my aunt was a Folk-Art teacher, and a creative type. I know when I’ve visited any art gallery or creative festival, or open garden, anything of artistic merit, there is always hordes and hordes of people -it’s a very popular past time, looking at art. I would like to see more art in every-day life too; as in items we buy for our household, like appliances, containers, furniture, stationary items - all things that can be decorated in an artistic manner. You don’t just have to stick to framed art, on the wall.
Go on, do a feature wall in a lovely artistic wallpaper!
You know, what we got, back then, instead of art in primary school, was quite the opposite. The teachers would encourage kids to be unexpressive, oppressed, and unthinking, so they themselves can have full control and powertrip in the classroom - this was a most definite theme in infants and primary school - in public school, well certainly in Gunnedah, but Gunnedah is a very repressed little town, and I certainly hope it has changed its ways (actually I doubt it, which is why I am writing about it – nothing will ever change unless you bring it into social consciousness). So, art was poo-pooed by the teachers, especially, if I recall, Debbie Croft, who was influential (it just takes 1 bad egg). And when I attended Gunnedah Tafe in 2006, it was still the same with those teachers; totally against anything artistic. Given the amount of art in schools today, that I have witnessed elsewhere (most other schools infact). I really don’t know how back then, and still now in Gunnedah, art could be so ignored and considered unimportant, time wasting and valueless. And furthermore, what truly astounds me, is how some of these academic types of people, ones who are good at maths in particular, often have no concept of really important and obvious things, it’s like they can’t perceive what’s really going on in certain situations. Totally deficient. Dumb infact, when compared to an ‘artistic’ type. It’s like the opposite of what we were taught in primary public school, is true many times. This is my observation of such people who are opposed to art. They stoopid.
I also want to mention my HSC story here. Well, first of all I will remind you of Mrs Windeyer in my “My 25m Lap Pool story with winning race story”, about how I won that race, but she said I did not. Now Mrs Windeyer was really old, whether she was manipulated by my competitor, to say I did not win, or possibly some other teacher (like Dr scarf – a dog) who heard my plan, and wanted to thwart it, (I suspect, to be the case) and thus used Mrs Windeyer, as an older woman can be very susceptible to another younger, stronger and healthier, woman’s will. There was another incident involving her at Prep one night; she did seem to “have it out for me” or again, could have been manipulated by a girl in that room, at any rate, definitely something wrong with her, she ought to have been put out to pasture a long time before she retired. So bare that thwarting story in mind, for the next;
I mentioned in one of my stories I think with the English one, that I’m typically an average student, always getting average marks, even if I study a lot, I would often get the same mark by the same teachers. After it was suggested, I do 3-unit art in year12, which took my total units to above what you need to complete the HSC, (the big exam at the end of your school life). I was told that because I have an extra subject now, the subject that I didn’t do very well in at HSC, would be dropped, and would not be counted in the total. It made sense to me. (I was later advised by a retired school teacher, that that’s not actually true? – they do swap and change their rules frequently) and come to think of it, it was other kids who told me this, it was not a teacher, so I do not know. But a lot of the kids said it, it was a standard discussion that I overheard several times. So, I came up with a plan. In my typical efficient way of thinking, and quest of travelling the path of least resistance, I would just not bother studying for my least favourite (biology). That way, I would have more time to study for all the other subjects – ones that would actually be counted. So, one of the subjects, was Home Science, and we were told there are 14 subjects within this subject that you need to know, and may be tested on at HSC, as only 2 of them would be chosen to be tested on the day. So, I obtained a whole lot of past HSC’s, and determined what they would ask us. I took a gamble, there was no way I could learn 14 subjects in that short time, and this Home Science had more to learn and study than ANY of my other subjects (combined), there was a MASS amount of information. Information overload. (I guess except for maths which btw I aced with a 97% score! – but it was not advanced maths, just the everyday common-sense maths). I was confident, I could guess the 2 questions – I could be quite savvy should I choose. So, the day comes, I look at both questions, the first, I was right, the 2nd, wrong! So later that arvo, was the time for the subject that I had written off, biology, and guess what the essay question was – it was the other question I had studied, my 2nd guess! - crossover of subjects. (Alarm bells). So, I aced that part of the exam. You think this might be a good thing, but it was not, as the exam I was meant to do well in and thus count towards total marks, was not great enough, I still came out average in the long run. (See). Now, I am not sure, but as more clarity comes with age, just possibly my plan was overheard, just like that swimming day, and deliberatley sabotaged by a teacher. They like to play God. I smell dogs. I mentioned Dr Scarf above, because, 20 odd years later I went into the local bank, and some woman yelled out ‘sorry’ to me as I was walking by (actually this was really a common thing, woman fuck up so much, and are such evil bullies, that I am constantly hearing apologies as I go from A to B! DOGS - I had no idea what they were talking about, but I looked at who said it – and I am fairly certain, there, was Dr Scarf, an old Dr Scarf. (Read my Careers story about her). Btw, this is why you need your family around you, and not a bunch of school staff – they are literally dogs. And, you know, once you realise how they ‘fuck you’ like that, there’s no point in doing it, unless you are a straight A student – they discriminate BIG TIME.
The irony is, even if my HSC score reflected the Home Science exam and not the biology, having better marks on my HSC, would not have made any difference to my path after school, as it was already decided that I would go into Fashion. However, it may have made a difference to ‘bragging rights’ and respect within my family and extended family and friends. It’s a thing “what did you get on your HSC?”.
And actually, there is possibly another thwarting story; when I was younger and working, and should have got a mortgage, but failed to do so; not only because the people in my life who should’ve been guiding me, didn’t, but because I wasn’t really settled, like I was 600km away from anywhere that I felt near comfortable, I was surrounded by people I did not know, and who did not know me, and were pretty much evil. My job seemed, well, I don’t know, perhaps, not comfortable, as in, a mismatch? The community around me was not desirable in any way. Plus, I had never even thought about or discussed with any one what is involved in home ownership. SO BIZARRE. It’s only looking back now where I realised it should’ve been a priority number one and not some remote thought that was never thought of. Anyway 15 years or so later after I had left the ‘rag trade’, when I was in my early 30’s, I realised maybe I should think about housing and whether I should always rent. I did some maths and worked out as long as my rent was around about the $150 mark, and in tow with inflation, then it would be a better option for me to rent rather than take out a mortgage. I did not have the wisdom to factor in other concerns like availability, arshole landlords, ‘old age’ relocation physicality problems, rental crisis due to overpopulation and greedy politicians, plus freedom to do what you please around the house without constant intervention and invasion of privacy by arshole rental estate bitches. At no point infact, of all my time renting, was there ANY indication, that I would have EXTREME problems of these, in the future.
So, I’m thinking somebody may have heard my calculations about the rent and have taken the rental crisis as an opportunity to teach me a lesson, somewhere along the lines of Dr scarf thwarting my plans. Or I sometimes feel like it’s a secret plot by Centrelink staff who tried to rub it in my face “well you should’ve got a good paying job and a mortgage like everyone else”. They have no idea about dogs in the workplace, and major bullying. I’m not sure about this, but it would definitely be something they would do, and they would have networks big enough to cover the rental apps that I look at, and I know they are vindictive and spiteful enough women.
Possibly the rental crisis is so bad now, that I am going into “disbelief” and subconsciously pretending it is not true!
You know, one day at school, we were all ushered into a couple of rooms, and some teacher said “It’s university application day, so do your applications and hand them back to me. I am like what? this was the first I’ve ever heard of university application day, like what am I meant to be applying for -there were literally thousands of courses from multiple unis? It’s like not one of the teachers, not my parents, not the careers counsellor, no one had given me any options of any university courses that I might be able to apply for, before hand. I can’t begin to explain the incompetence and ineptitude of the adults who surrounded me at this time in my life. Clueless, uncaring and selfish. Why did you want kids?
13. Revolting craft workshop woman in Western Suburbs, and fake job story, both stolen
I went to find this story to add a bit, but it was missing. Now, I had only just done it a few weeks ago, so it is fresh in my mind, I am not sure if microsoft search is suddenly not working, or some hacker has stolen it, but it is definatly not coming up in any of my keyword searches. And there are a lot of keywords in it. I suspect mainly the stories that are stolen from my PC, (and there have been a lot now), have been stolen because they incriminate someone – so obviously this woman, is well known to the powers that be, popular and GUILTY.
So, both these stories are about bullies in Sydney.
When I lived out on the Western suburbs working at Bonds, back in 1993/4, I decided I should do some after-work craft activities, (this was before I started my 2nd job). I found a workshop, it was silk painting. I recall it was quite difficult getting there. I had to catch two buses and a train. It was a bit ridiculous, and sitting on the bus, I realized I did not know exactly what stop I should get off – I had no Gregoris and there was certainly no google maps back then, but I did encounter a nice man, he said he knew where my destination was, and would help me, I had to go back to his place (a 15 minute walk), where I met his wife briefly, and then we hopped in his car, and he took me to my destination- it was a little odd, but I was definitely grateful to him because I had no idea where I was. This “crafting” woman’s place seemed to be ‘out in the sticks’, it was a big brick house.
I told the small group about my journey and getting there, taking about an hour and a half! And also, I would have to leave early so I could catch the last bus back. The woman teaching offered to give me a lift to the back to my place, at 9pm when it ended, because, although it took me 1 ½ hrs to get there, it wasn’t very far from my place - only about 10 minutes by car!!
So, I was really pleased about that, I could relax and got on with my silk painting. But then towards the end, when everyone had left, I was still there, and this woman still hadn’t volunteered her previous offer. She was busy cleaning up, and I figured she was just wanting to clean up before she took me home, but then she left and went upstairs, and said that she’s got to start dinner for her family. I’m thinking did she forget that she made the offer to give me a lift - because it was 9 o’clock and I had already missed the last bus, so I didn’t have any choice, but to get a lift from her – or stay there all night. Yikes. So, then her teenage son came down, and he did something with the fire, so there was smoke all in the room, I literally think he was trying to ‘smoke’ me out! What a fucking bitch - having offered to drive me, and then had obviously changed her mind without telling me. I mean had I missed something during the course of the evening??
I don’t recall the workshop being an overly pleasant workshop experience, but not unpleasant, I was happy and content doing my silk painting. I certainly didn’t say or do anything to indicate anything but, I just got on with being creative, that is what I do. I mean I could have compared it to my aunts workshops, later I did – she taught Folk Art, and held workshops in her studio upstairs at her home in Leichardt. Those were very enjoyable – she was good at her craft and good at teaching – some people have a knack. This woman had none, but I was not concerned about that, as I applied my creativity and got on with things, also I was raised to be far more respectful than to mention otherwise.
So, after 15 minutes or so, she came back down and realised, that I was not going anywhere, so then she and her daughter, both took me home. It was the most revolting experience; you know women are revolting. So unreliable, so dishonest, so bitchy. Crappy people from the western suburbs. Some women, as in housewives, are just HOPELESS, and should be not out in public ever, let alone teaching a craft. Like I have mentioned on my blog before – most women are clueless about exactly how stupid they are.
In retrospect with the whole 1 ½ hr transport issue, it would not have surprised me if some bully girl at Bonds had arranged the whole thing, and it would not surprise me if that woman actually worked at Bonds and herd that I wanted to do a craft workshop, so said, she was a silk painter and charged $100 for a bullshit evening. {A similar thing happened when I was at Rowan Leigh, re a horse workshop, I talk about on my Blog – greedy bimbo women}. Stuff them. I hope that whole family gets cancer and dies.
By the way, I said above, this was before I got my 2nd job, I decided I needed a 2nd job as I seemed to not really have enough money, like I could not save any, it all went on bills, mainly rent. So, when I had a second job; now, you’d think I’d have heaps of money wouldn’t you? And considering I didn’t drink, didn’t go out, did not socialize too much, was not on drugs, and had a minimum of appetites, I ought to have been ‘rolling’ in it – but no, minimum wage plus less than, does not buy you ANYTHING in life, certainly nothing in Sydney. Those 10 years I spent down in Sydney, were a total waste. Total waste of my time, my energy with nothing to show for it except a half paid off little cheap imported hatchback of car. It’s bullshit, would be better off to stay unemployed, better for my mental health too! Actually the 1 thing I really got out of those 10 years, is how revolting people are, how much they use you, and bully you, any chance they get – like that is their main aim.
The other story happened later, when was living in Hornsby doing temp Nanny and babysitting work. I operated through an agency in St Leonard’s, so this young girl would set up work for me. For the most part it was okay, but this one time, I drove all the way to some house, about 20 minutes away, and when I got there, they said they no longer needed me. So, what waste of a trip, and I could have got other work too that evening. I didn’t ever get any kind of compensation either, I don’t think they thought to do that back then. So, anyway what I remembered distinctly about that FAKE JOB; I got back in my car, I was annoyed, and leaving, but there was some girl driving Janice’s car who pulled right up infront of me then left; Janice was someone I previously worked for, looking after her little girl. So, I’m not sure why they were doing signs with Janice’s car; I mentioned numerous times on my blog, they send me lookalikes, and do signs, and they have the same car - for total deception, although I could see in that car, and that it was definitely not Janice driving, the windows weren’t tinted at all, so I had a clear view of some blonde driving. So, what I find ironic about that situation, for someone to do that, they would have to be following me and be obsessed with me, like a depraved stalker. Such stupidity. You lose. You may think you won by setting up such a nuisance situation for me - but you lost, you are a natural loser.
When I as wondering what image to use with this story, I typed “car stalker” in to google, there were some really good ones, but not royalty free, they were on dreamstime – it was like dreamstime had based their whole database of images on my life, as I have so many problems with ‘car stalkers’ ! lol! But I was surprised I did not see more elsewhere, as ‘car stalking’ IS huge, I note heaps of hoons do it, constantly all the time. It is a problem in Australia, bogans do it – stupid ones who can’t think of what to do. It is them, I suspect who steal from me too, as they keep stalking me, but to no avail – like nothing happens when you stalk someone, if you want something to happen, you have to actually talk to them. “STALKING” DOES NOT WORK IN ANY WAY – albeit if I know you are a hooning stalker, I should think less of you - so it works in that way! But, so, because those hoons are so stupid, and eventually wonder what the hell they are doing stalking some woman, they get pissed off, as their stupidity slowly sinks in, “oh, maybe I should be actually doing something with my life?” - so then they blame me for their stupid stalking behaviour, and thus steals from me. And, it is male and female alike.
14. Fruit and Vege thief, shooting story
Many years ago, I recall a story about a girl in 4th class who had an uncle, or was it her father? Anyway, he owned the local Fruit and Vege shop in our small country town Gunnedah, ‘Prior’ was his name, the store was located on the edge of town by the river, he had a huge plot where he would grow his own veges to sell. He was having problems with local kids stealing his food. One day, I guess, he had had enough and when he heard someone in his fields, he got his shotgun and took a shot, he had intended to miss and scare the culprit off, so the courts said, but he did not miss, he got him. He had to go to prison.
At the time when all the little 4th graders were hearing and retelling the story around the playground, it was “oh no”, “ti, ti” “very bad” “shame” etc, to the man who shot the boy.
But now, I am in my 40’s and I too have had it up to here with thievery, and I totally get how and why that man came to shoot the boy, and if I were the judge, I would let him go scot-free. I certainly imagine I would do exactly the same thing if I owned a shotgun, and caught a thief red-handed – deservedly so; those thieves are a menace to society causing and spreading evil. {especially since the police don’t do anything about the thefts and over the years in my life, I have encountered quite a few young people who steal from me and have done the wrong thing by me, but their family tries to save them, and in the process disparages me. They have no thoughts or regards for their sons victim, they only try to save themselves and their family.}
I am not sure what happen to the boy, I hope he was killed. After all the thefts at my place – if only I had a shotgun. And I encourage anyone who catches anyone stealing – smack them up good and well if you don’t have a gun, so they can no longer walk at the very least. DO IT. Do the world a favour. Since their parents are CRAP.
If you have kids – you betta, do it right, so no one comes along and shoots your kids head off - stupid parents in the first place.
{this particular photostory, my ‘x’ landlord especially took offence, I bet her son is a thief.}
15. I bet they don’t even have a sore foot, and re, Renters are POVERTY people
I saw an image of a lovely good looking couple in their 50's, riding around in an electric car - golf buggy type. I included it with this story, and titled it "Ever get the feeling life is for other people".
You know, the most important thing an 18-year-old can be told, or even earlier, is the thing you need to do first and foremost in your life, is purchase a house, so you don’t waste your money on rents. In fact as soon as you get your first job you should apply for a mortgage. Because landlords are the greatest legal thieves of them all, and it’s a big secret - when you’re old and wise it’s easy to see the big picture, but by then it will be way too late, so you need to demand your parents give you money for a deposit for your own home, and then work hard when you’re young and full of energy, and pay off that mortgage as soon as you can - 10 years. I think bank will only give you a 20-year loan so you have to pay off the monthly mortgage on one hand and then put money aside on the other to pay off the lump sum payment towards the end after 10 years or so, - that’s the ideal, and essential to “winning” in life.
That way you can either sell it and purchase again somewhere better, or you can rent it and always have that income coming in. You’ll have your own sense of freedom and PLACE, in life, essential, to coping with all that life throws at you. Because working to live in somebody else’s house with landlords coming around and wanting to inspect and ‘lord over’, isn’t worth it - you’ll soon see after a few years, it just doesn’t work, you have no motivation or desire to work. If you remain a renter, you’re always going to be on a cycle of poverty, it is only those people who own property, who win in life - it is just like Monopoly, although you don’t need to win, you just need to land on a few good squares, in order to play. I feel so strongly about this, that if you’re a parent and plan on having kids, but don’t have several thousands of dollars in the bank ready for a deposit when they turn 18, you shouldn’t be having kids, otherwise you’re just asking them to suffer in life, and be disadvantaged (handicapped). And you know it’s up to parents to explain this to a child, I know some parents, (mine) where just everything came easy to them, so they just didn’t think about these kinds of things. And, infact, in my family, we never talked about money at all. So no wonder there was no thoughts to purchasing a house. And that’s why I’m writing it, and unfortunately, I have been banned from social media, because this is where the story belongs, so everyone can see it and have a chance of feeling good about life, for the whole duration. In fact, I think it’s greedy landlords who mainly have banned me from social media because they don’t want renters to know this little fact about life, they want to continue the cycle of poverty so they can remain rich.
16. When You See What You Want - Ask For It, You Just Never Know
One day in my early 20’s, I was walking down the street in Sydney attending a job interview. As I was walking to and fro from the car, I came across a shop which blew me away, it was an interior design fabric shop. I couldn’t believe how beautiful it looked from the window. I decided that this is where I wanted to work, so I waltzed in, wanting to know if they had any positions. It so happened they did! And the sales-girl in there was very nice, she gave me the name of the manager, and suggested I should write to him for an interview. So, I wrote to a Mr King, and explained why I should work for him there at South Pacific Fabrics, (even though I had no idea what position was on offer) I just told him in my letter about his fabrics, and my experience from looking at them, it was long and waffly, and a most unusual letter for a job application. I’m not really a ‘fit the normal’ type of person, I’m a very visual creative person, and I guess it was a creative letter. It so happened, so was Mr King, so, I got an interview, from this letter! (I recall reading the letter to my younger brother at the time before I sent it, he didn’t have much to say about it, but when I told him I got the interview, he was like “you got the interview from that letter”! (not sure if his correct tone is coming across).
So, the interview went well, although I wasn’t really suitable for what they were looking for because I’d had no experience in sales (I’m not really a sales type person) BUT, they created a temporary job for me to do the Samplling work! I was absolutely thrilled to bits, and loved my little job there, because I got to go through every single fabric, and there were some nice people that worked there too.
Now, I can sometimes come across as kind of a blunt person, or “raw” as Mrs King, I think it was, described me. So, at one point they thought it would be a good idea if they put me in charge of recuperating the Big Fabric Sample books, which were quite pricey. They would sometimes, for special customers only, lend them out to those special hoity-toits. These special customers were often the type of people who wouldn’t jump if a young sales girl phones them up and asked them to jump, so it was figured that someone with a more “raw” dialect might have had better chance of getting the books back! I do actually recall phoning a one Margaret Pomeranz, insisting she return a book back - little did I know at the time who she was, quite famous in Australia and the Australian film industry.
Anyway it must’ve worked, as after I had finished doing all the samples up, I had to leave, but was given quite a number of older Sample books by Mrs King, which I thought was very nice, and I later used them to upholster a daybed, in a patchwork of these most amazing fabrics - and when I say amazing, I mean they were literally amazing, not the type of thing you would see in normal day to day average life, they were out of the ordinary fabrics, I recall the most expensive one was about $500 per metre, and that was 30 years ago, so that’s pretty pricey for a fabric, (an average price for an interior fabric, like what you would find at Lincraft or Spotlight, was at the time, usually anywhere from $15-$30/m.)
I was inspired to design my own textiles, mainly from a lack of anything even remotely good in any of the retail shops available to me, as I did my sewing around 2015. I like them! When I was selling them on SPFL, I sold enough of my designs to pay for my materials, which was perfect, - but then they sabotage ban me ☹️so I have not sold any since 2019. See above far right a few of my Pink designs.
17. My Pusscat is Never Going to get Stuck up a Tree
When Tulip was a kitten, one time, he was mad hopping around the bedroom, as they do, and he climbed all the way up this tall upholstered mirror that I had. When he got all the way up to the top, I exclaimed “now, how you going to get down Tulip!” He was looking around wondering the same thing, so I grabbed his little butt, and kind of wiggled him in a gentle downwards sideways manner, so he got the hang of how he could shimmy back down, he took to it immediately and was down in a flash. I have seen him throughout his whole adult life, when he climbs right up high, in a tree, he uses the same technique to come down!!
It’s like, “my pussycat is never going to get stuck up a tree!”
So, I recommend when they’re kittens, try doing that, you can teach them how to get down on a vertical incline. No need for the fireman!
18. Every plant specie I sell, has a story, this is woodwardii’s (woodwardii is a small upright slender gum with a large yellow flower, and powder white branches).
Every time I sell a packet of this seed partiqular species; Eucalyptus woodwardii, I am reminded of the Gunnedah bullybitches; I saw this tree growing on a street in Gunnedah (Borthistle Road), they were inside and outside, a property, that was abandoned for quite some time and was up for sale. As this tree tickled my fancy, with its lovely upright drooping habit, and silvery white stem, I phoned the Real estate on the gate, to find out whose property it was, as they probably planted those trees and would know what they were. This by the way, was a time before Facebook, when if you want something identified you just have to put a picture up of it on Facebook, and there are people who love playing the ‘ID this tree game’, I will name it in a flash. God bless those people. (Although since I have been ban – I can no longer have quick ID access L).
But, so, I called the Real Estate, and OMG, what a bunch of stupid bitches - it was truly like talking to bitchy zombie bimbo heads who kind of refused to tell me the owner, but they didn’t say that they wouldn’t tell me the owner, or why, they just came up with bimbo nonsense gobblygook. Those condescending girls should be shot they are not worthy of planet earth, and are anti-trees, and anti helpful.
Anyway, I did collect the seeds (from the ones on the street, ofcourse, and NOT the ones on private property – actually the gate was locked, there was no entrance to the property).
I grew a tree from the seeds, at Rangari garden. Some years later determined by Facebook that it was Eucalyptus woodwardii. I have since been banned from Facebook due to stupid Nazi bimbos just like those Real Estate girls - they all should be shot. RIGHT BACK AT YOU.
I want to further add, collecting seed from the street, a public street, is perfectly legal. This applies to all nature strips and verges, of course if someone has planted a garden, (which they are encouraging people do to now), and they obviously tend it, with vegetables and fruit trees, obviously it is “good form” to ask for something if you want it, bearing in mind if they are growing food – it is most likely for themselves, and they do not want to give it away. It is illegal to collect seed from Nature Reserves, and Parks and Wildlife areas, unless you have a permit,- that you pay for, they charge a lot, btw.
In my experience if you knock on the door of a lovely garden, and ask the owner about a specific tree, you will allways get a person quite happy to talk about their garden and would not mind if you collect a cutting or some seeds – and will be appreciative that you asked in the first place, and not just took. Plus, if you stop and chat, you can often get the plant name, age and history, always good things to know.
If a gardener did not want these kinds of attentions (from mops!), they would have a privacy fence up, so no one could see what is growing in their garden!
19. Major Socket Shortage in Australian Homes
In my kitchen, just on one side of the kitchen, I have 19 items that need to be plugged in to a wall socket - electrical socket {and that’s just on one side of the kitchen}, on the other side I’ve got five items, plus the oven. So, I’ll say 24 sockets is what I need in my kitchen for 1 person (yes only 1 person requires 24 wall sockets). This kitchen has a total of 4 wall sockets, so I’m 20 sockets short. This is a unit built in the 50s, but being a renter, I’ve never had any home or unit, that has had more sockets – most Australian housing is totally outdated by 70 years, and built by non-thinkers. {Apparently, they still, are being bult by non-thinkers, as I have been advised that one home owner, had to stop construction mid-way through, as she noted there were not enough wall sockets in the whole new house build, and instructed them to put more in, which they did, quite happily so, btw, that person, then, owned a business, called “Thinkers” ! - a children’s book and toy company, if only she could have started it in the 20’s!}
20. Blinded By Money Syndrome and money thinkers = greedy thinkers, see photo of my DIY Rangehood here
I found in Gunnedah when I lived there, there was a tip shop, and I loved it, I could get any second-hand furniture basically that I wanted $5, it was brilliant. I purchased things like a timber front door ($5), a timber fly screen front door ($5), left over half full 5L tin of white paint ($2), white kitchen tiles ($5 a box), large timber office desk ($10)…. I mean, who wouldn’t want to purchase a really good large timber desk for $10, instead of spending $600 for the equivalent brand-new. If you’re saving for a house, or a second investment house even, it just makes sense to buy second-hand.
And I believe the reason I could basically get whatever I wanted at the Gunnedah Tip shop was because most people in Gunnedah were snobs and refused to buy not only second-hand furniture, but items from a tip shop – THEIR LOSS, more for me!
And I’m going to throw in this story; as a renter I have never had a house or a unit that has had a Rangehood. This is so ridiculous, because when you cook, oily dirty fumes escape from the pan and go directly onto the ceiling and walls, making it yucky in the long run. To me, a kitchen without a Rangehood is like a kitchen with part of the floor missing, it’s just an essential.
So, in this farmhouse where I lived for 10 years, I decided I would make my own Rangehood after about 4yrs, because there was already a round hole in the ceiling above the oven. I got some plywood, $20, bought a fan for $15, a sliding filter for $15, it was pretty easy to do and, in the end, it worked a treat. The thing is, about the Rangehood is that it didn’t look like a Rangehood that you purchased from the shops, it looks like a DIY Rangehood, and even though I’m pretty good at DIY – neat and clean, any person can tell the difference between the Chinese manufactured goods that they have in the shops, and something bespoke and handmade.
So, when the new buyer came through, I told them about my home-made Rangehood, and they insisted they didn’t want it. It was like the underlying message “We’re rich, we’ll just buy one” - it’s like their money blinded them to the fact that this Rangehood was already there, it worked perfectly, and it wasn’t like it was a total eyesore.
I think most Australians are suffering from “blinded by money syndrome”, when it comes to buying second-hand goods.
You know, at that time I realized then, that for my whole life, I never really think about money, like it does not consume my thoughts as it must do for other people. Things that I need pop up, so then I go about thinking how I can obtain it, and usually eventually can by my 2nd hand shopping, but that’s pretty it, my total thoughts involving money. It has always been this way my whole life – I hardly think about money. Now that I have moved to North Queensland, and there are NO 2nd hand shops here, plus there are limited services and business, with a HUGE demand for pretty much everything, it is quite a pickle for me, as at this stage in my life it is way too late to be only now just starting to think about money, good thing we have a welfare system in this country, albeit run by greedy money thinking dogs. You know, I blame the libs for the bad state of QLD housing. Not that I follow politics too much, but they really need to be stepping things up for everyone, not just the rich greedy money thinkers – it goes hand in hand; money thinkers = greedy thinkers.
21. Pot Belly Theory
I want to quickly write about something; I was a really skinny child. Slim, but with a pot belly, it’s a little unusual, most little girls have a flat stomachs, and it’s not until they start eating a lot, or have kids, that they get a big womanly belly.
I have two theories as to why I have a big pot belly. Btw, you couldn’t really notice as I was growing up that I had a big pot belly because I was so slim. I mean, if I took my top off and showed everyone, then one could see that it was a potbelly, but since I didn’t ever do that, I didn’t have any weird comments about my stomach. It wasn’t until I started putting on weight in my 40’s, when suddenly I just had no control over my belly, no amount of breathing in, standing up straight, or tucking your butt under would hide my tummy. It just really sticks out, and I do admittedly look like I’m seven months pregnant, all the time.
I have been advised that belly fat is really bad for you by a certain doctor, but I have done a bit of research, and this is complete BS, and it’s a personal opinion of doctor, most men in fact, like women who do not have belly fat, same as how they would prefer a pretty woman to an ugly one, so it is not unhealthy to have belly fat, nothing bad is going to happen to anyone who has fat on their belly. Having said that, obviously everyone knows it’s better health wise not to be obese or fat in general.
Ok, so my first theory is; my grandfather died of stomach cancer and so therefore there could be just some flaw in my genetics, in the stomach area, a weakness, possibly caused from wars in the past, which I know, injuries can change people’s DNA, so the next generation carry the scars from the previous. Interesting isn’t it. {That bit is scientifically proven actually, the bit about war injuries changing DNA and passing it down to next generations}. So, one should always try not to harm their body.
My second theory is child restraining seats, in fact, I have many, very young childhood, bad memories about, being placed in those baby seats, and then having had the belt done up across my belly, it was always very tight, and touching my stomach, I even recall my stomach been pinched regularly as the clip was done up. And so, my stomach, being young, and adaptable, has thought, well, I’m going to need some protection here, so let’s put a whole heap of extra fat right there where the seatbelt goes!
And actually, I would think this later theory, would probably be the more accurate of the two.
I noticed when I did some nanny work, that the kind of woman who has all girls, has a certain personality type, and the kind of woman who has all boys, also has a distinct personality type.
It was really really obvious to me. The woman who had all girls are kind of girly type personalities, whilst the women who had all boys, you would not describe them as girly, possibly Tomboy girly – possibly not girly at all. And there seemed to be no exception to that rule. It was always the same where ever I went, and I saw quite a few different families.
Also, I have known 2 families, at least, probably more, but 2 that come to mind, that consisted of all girls only – no sons born, 4 siblings in 1, and 3 in the other. And I have to say those families are just horrid, there’s no other way to describe them. A bunch of bitches. It’s like there’s no balance at all. Not only are they horrid to one another but they inflict their bitchiness on other girls, just revolting people.
22. You know what they Say, Good Fences Make for Good Neighbours
I find it strange how some housing developers (especially diy people) give thought to the house. But often the plot itself is not thought about, nor Boundary lines. And how the garden is going to interact with the house. And how the driveway is going to interact - how functional the carport/ garage is going to be.
It’s a total area that is lacking in my opinion. Of course, this opinion has come about due to practically every house I have lived in, not having a sufficient Boundary, and most having last minute way-too-small garage add ons. For example, the current house I live in now (2021) is a bush block, and I have neighbours who just waltz through and around my garden, and not just kids. They litter. There really does need to be a fence, and preferably it needs to be 8 foot to block all temptations, so when neighbours go for their daily walk around the park, they simply cannot walk around my house. I’m getting a little sick and tired of picking up other people‘s rubbish around my garden. The tend to wander at night, and in the bird twit hours.
I have found, no matter what neighbourhood I live in, no matter what socio-economic factors either, this Boundary is a necessity. I say bring back gorgeous stone walls again, or stone gabions, tall hay bale walls, timber battens…… cheap stick fences, shade cloth walls…….so many possibilities for every budget.
23. How did you spend your childhood
I saw this ad, and it reminded me of my childhood running around the paddocks half naked in the summer heat having fun exploring the wilderness. (The other half was spent in the pool)
I have to mention this, as actually I’ve noticed this going on for several years now whenever I go anywhere; I seem to have a plethora of kids placed around me in various locations where I go. To any bystanders, all would appear normal and not ‘placed’, but as I know I have people who follow me around, (female dogs) plus it is usually school time, and kids are meant to be in school, yet there are literally dozens sometimes out and about. I know that somebody is going and getting these kids and putting them where I have to go, often on the road / footpath as I drive to the shop. They’ve been doing it for many years, I remember when I was in Sydney, they used to send kids into my shop (on their own), and the kids would all have brand-new clothes on, and look very smart and dashing. I’m talking maybe six-year-olds, 7, 8.
I have no idea why they do this, these kids never speak to me, and they are usually at some distance from me. I can only speculate why they would go and get kids; first of all, the person dealing with those kids would be slightly paedophilic and definatly stupid; and want to make themselves feel important by controlling and herding kids around. That would be the number one reason in fact, and there is no more speculation needed.
Since they still continue to do this, even at my new address in Sarina, I guess a special message is needed for all involved; Ah, could all (probably spoilt) little shits, go jump in the lake.
24. Is the Australian Government ripping you off?
The Australian Government did not pay my Aus study when I was entitled (Liberals in office, but it would be women at Centrelink responsible for that – STUPID CUNTS – have they ANY idea, how that has affected MY WHOLE LIFE? – all the thefts- its related.).
They missed 4 weeks of payments when I was entitled on my Niece Scheme Program. (Liberals in office, but it would be women at Centrelink responsible for that– STUPID CUNTS)
They gave dad part pension when he was entitled to full pension. (Liberals in office, but it would be women at Centrelink responsible for that – STUPID CUNTS)
They started reducing my rent assistance for a few dollars each fortnight hoping I would not notice. (Liberals in office, but it would be women at Centrelink responsible for that – STUPID CUNTS)
They made me sign a form stating if I got sick under their total scam slave labour ‘work for the dole’ program that I would not sue them, - I did get sick, big time, and I believe it was a virus given to me deliberately by the dogs. (Liberals in office) (Government picking off its Pensioners? – see my Big Jelly Baby Scam story for more about that) But again, it would be women at Centrelink responsible for that – STUPID CUNTS)
Some governments create armies to defend its country, in Australian, government or stupid women from Centrelink create dog armies to fight against its own people – cockaninnies STUPID CUNTS.
Guess I should vote labour now. (I am not really a political person, I don’t even watch the news due to all the fuphies, although I as a Greeny, I have noted over many years, the Libs seem to run the country into the ground whenever they are in; by brainwashing Australians into believing that they are rich. So, then labour has to come along and ‘save’ the country before it all goes to complete shit- then the cycle repeats.)
Actually, I can’t believe the amount of fake news on television news, I would say 80% is fake. It is disgraceful, and I believe it is related to me too; all the stealing, harassment, stalking that goes on in my life – they tell me, “Well we are at war”, so that’s why we do it, and then they put a fake war story on the ABC news. So, I am not sure who exactly I am meant to be at war with, either, the ABC news crew, or just the female news reader, or the Australian government, or odd politicians, or old girls from school, or even possibly my neighbours? – oh wait it’s probably women at Centrelink – STUPID CUNTS).
How should I know who?
Quite frankly I do not consider myself at war with any one, but I am always going to think the women who work at Centrelink are STUPID CUNTS, this is never going to change now.) Plus ofcourse the women who steal from me, more STUPID CUNTS.
Actually in general now, I don’t like people enough to want to have any type of relationship with them at all, good or bad.
It seems to me; for someone related to the news, to be so obsessed with me, a mere young girl from the country, they must be absolutely nuts, and should seek mental health help immediately, and should have done so a long time ago. Plus GET A LIFE, your own life.
Btw, it is only with old age can you start to see the bullshit, and often I have no proof, I can just see; “bullshit” alert.
25. Self-declared important people
I have noticed this is a thing today, and all my life I have noted it.
It started 100’s of years ago, re the slave trade by the Dutch. With a famous historian, Christopher Clark, noting; “The sense of a God-given superiority over other humans is breathtaking.” It wasn’t for another 200 years when human rights laws were introduced to protect and save, slaves. But it wasn’t for another 200 years again, only a few years ago from now, where this atrocious behaviour was acknowledged by the crown. It’s like they knew, but wanted to keep it secret, so they could keep treating people badly for as long as they could get away with it. Sh!
This resonates with me, because I feel, I often come across people who indeed feel they are superior to me, and act accordingly, it’s a real problem that still exists. And, indeed, they have tried to enslave me, they being Centrelink (STUPID CUNTS), through forced ‘work for the dole’ (that is work without pay) exactly the same thing. But it’s not just Centrelink staff who have this attitude, a lot of people do still, I am particularly reminded of certain girls from the private school I attended I know a lot of them have the superiority complex. I feel that is why CC shoplifted, as she felt she was superior and thus was allowed to do as she pleases. Sh!
But actually, most people I encounter will act superior when they determine I do not have money, it is beyond absurd now, how much this happens. I have said it before, but I will say it again, as I know how hard a concept this is, for a 3rd born to grasp; you have to be respectful to everyone, not just people who have more money than you – YOU IDIOTS.
But, in my experience, if you let people walk all over you, they will, regardless of laws and human rights, = the whole ‘give someone enough rope…..’ theory. And this includes the 3 spheres who have the power and authority to take action; the police, the Government, and the so-called mental health sector. Those people truly do not have any respect for certain sectors of society. And a lot of that is brought about by conditioning, and not experience.
If you read my blog, I have already given heaps of examples, like the police, radio personalities, landlords, politicians, psychiatrists, family, friends, shop retail girls… so many.
{I myself, am definatly better than thieving Heath Barwick} self-declared so.
But here is another little one, that I think would be common. One time I was working for an alteration lady in a hoity toity suburb, and I was elected to deliver an urgent repair to a wealthy customer in a nearby fancy hotel, so I was walking through the lobby with my cargo - what looked like dry cleaning I guess, and I was pretty much ignored. I had to step into the hair salon to ask for the whereabouts of the concierge. And the hair woman totally dissed me like an unimportant person who does not need to be taken seriously or listened to at all. Perhaps I should have worn a fur coat down there!
26. Statue of Liberty story
With really not much knowledge of history or politics. (Just wasn’t into it when I was at school, switched off completely). But 30 years later I was happily watching a documentary, and learnt about how Britain and the whole of England basically tried to take over the whole world and had colonial states in practically every country including America. And in 1889, the enlightened political system of America had finally sprung to life, by standing up to the British Bullies, by declaring, all men are created equal and they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights, including life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. To which the whole world heard and rejoiced, with the French gifting the Americans the Statue of Liberty, as a special thank you for such an enlightened political theory. Shame on those brits!
I feel my attitude when I was at school, is pretty much the whole of Australia’s attitude, still, towards history and politics. It’s unfortunate that most Australians haven’t embraced the American declaration of Independence, including the government and Centrelink, who still try to install slave labour through work for the dole, not to mention stalk and harass recipients, aswell as the whole community generally tries to dominate, boss, and be as tyrannical as they can, in every situation. It’s like they just haven’t heard about the declaration of Independence.
Plus, to further back up the now typical tyrannical Australian, this country was first inhabited, shortly after captain cook landed, by prisoners (thieves and hoodlums) as well as the people who looked after the prisoners - who had a reputation of being the absolute very worst ‘tyrannical’ prison guards in the world. So, basically this country is founded on tyranny and thieves. And, I can attest, this is still true generations later, even after all the other immigrants we have taken on board in this country.
You know, it’s like you have to know these sorts of things from an early age, so you can enlighten all the stupid dogs that hound you, so they can see, they should not be hounding you. So, make sure your child has an understanding of the Statue of Liberty story, even if you’re not American, it is an important worldwide story of interest. A must know.
27. Excrucian; intolerable, unbearable, agonizingly annoying
Before I begin; this is a screenshot of my seed business. I love selling seeds. It is a little bonus of all the hard work that I put in, planting trees and shrubs. If you’ve been reading my blog, you know I have been ban from many social media places, but this one is relatively new, and so far, I haven’t been ban, and I’ve made quite a bit of pocket money. Enough to pay for hire truck relocation 500km north.
Sometimes I receive mail, and if it’s a parcel that doesn’t fit in the locker, the post woman, will deliver it directly to my unit, which is wonderful, and if I have any seed orders to go, she’ll take them for me, which is also wonderful. But that lovely woman has since disappeared, and there is a new young boy now who refuses to post letters, but I have noticed they are sending me look alikes of that boy on telly) weirdos, everything could be Australia Post related.
This is a little story about today’s incident.
Excrucian; intolerable, unbearable, agonizingly annoying
So, I just went into Sarina to post some seed orders off. I thought I’d stop off and look at some marigolds that were growing on a footpath, to get some seeds; so, there’s a guy down there, who, and I’m not sure if he was altogether right in the head, but he said that it was his garden, and I could get some seeds if I wanted, but there were none left off the good big ones. And then I saw this girl who was parked infront of me leave and then someone beep beep beep on the highway. So, this happens frequently, some strange girl (most likely a thief) and then a beeper. If you witnessed this on the street, you would think nothing, no big deal, but if your me, and witness it practically everywhere I go, IT IS excrucian, to be followed like that.
I think maybe they organised it, as they knew I was coming, so that all of the flowers were dead-headed - so that I couldn’t get any? What kind of messed up person does that? Maybe it’s a fun game for the girl to sabotage everything I do?? Maybe that’s what sick people do in their free time? I either have some girl that follows me around, (dogs) or truck drivers in a toll trucks who follow me, if it’s not one, it’s the other. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU, all of you, rack off, and get YOUR OWN life. (btw those marigolds are about to flower in my planter now, so thankyou for those 2 down opposite the Dr’s, for those seeds, I hope the hot pink Celosia I gave them is growing.)
Maybe they think it is a form of flattery to be followed all the time, like they think of themselves as mere fans of me, expressing their admiration?
SICKOES
Maybe there is food involved, free food for dogs? Like if you feed stray cats, they hang around, could be the same thing, but the motive is, if you mess up this girls plan, you get free food! Who is the moron GIVING dogs free food HA HA
Sometimes I feel, they do it because they want me to put on a show for them, like a trained monkey. They want me to put on a show of “anger and fury”. So, you can see how that is a no-win situation for me, no matter what I do in that “set up situation”, as I am not a performing monkey, and I refuse to perform for someone who manipulates me like this; they are revolting, evil, and they should be shot. Oh, and they have the arrogance to sign (by beeping) YOU LOOSE, if I did not perform their desired display of ‘rage and frustration’. When in actual fact I WON.
They have been doing it for years, and still no tantrums! – they are pretty slow learners.
Why can’t I go down the street without being HARRASSED LIKE THAT?
I mention before on my my blog when I write about something on my blog, it stops. But after writing this, they still do it; last trip in - a big semi trailer with xoxo number plates. Then sometimes a car comes into the unit complex and leaves again without explaining what they are doing there.
It does appear to be a AM thing, they do it often in the morning, so then if I go out again in the arvo, no problems.
28. Neighbour shaming, to wake them up to the beauty of nature (see photos here)
Neighbour Shaming, to Wake them up to the Beauty of Nature
Just look what the bonehead across the road has done - that big beautiful magnificent tree on the corner - chopped chopped chopped. (Cnr Henry and Little Barber St, Gunnedah. NSW, Australia). (After I wrote this some imbecile copycat has chopped down the 8 trees I planted here at new address – so heedless).
I just can’t believe what people are like sometimes. I mean that tree had just hit its prime, in it’s huge big majestic state, a little nonthinking twit has just come along and cut it down. It was a Jacaranda, and Jacarandas pretty much look awful (in my opinion) until they hit their maturity, and when they finally do, it takes like (50 to 70 years or something) they come into their element, and shine, this one had at least another 100years+ of life left still. I just can’t believe this guy has chopped that tree down. IDIOT. Even if it’s not a native, he (or she) hasn’t even replaced it with anything. Disgraceful disgraceful disgraceful; you’re not worthy of living on planet Earth.
I’ve also included a photo of that beautiful ironbark (E. sideroxylon) that grows at the entrance of a farmers house on my way out to my place at Rangari, and they have had the good sense not to chop it down, and that tree would be extremely old now, centuries old, no knowing how many. The trunk on that stately black ironbark is fattening up beautifully! They’ve also left the parasite which is growing on it, called Mistletoe, and it has given it a lovely weepy appearance, with the attached parasite looking like a part of the tree. Fantastic! Some people know how to live, some people don’t.
Here is a good spot to mention; since I have moved from Gunnedah and have been living in Queensland, I’ve noticed that in some new developed areas, they haven’t bothered clearing the land before they built their home. They’ve just built the house around the existing scrub that came with the block, even though the areas are quite residential now. And those gardens are absolutely beautiful, they really shine and stand out above any neighbouring ones that have had their blocks cleared. They look a million dollars. They have trees that have been growing there for many years, and they give the whole garden a beautiful old established feel, and sometimes the owner has added a good fence and some of their own favourite plants as well, which makes it look tidy and habited too.
So, THINK before bulldozing and clearing the whole block; why don’t you keep as much as you can, aside from the area/ path access needed for building a house. At first you might think, oh that’s just scrubby wasteland, but once you start noticing things, you’ll realise that, that so-called scrubby wasteland, is valuable Australian flora and fauna.
Idiots who cut trees down are blind to beauty.
MPB driveways showing garden of uncleared land
29. Mulberry Syrup Story (photo here)
(Facebook upload, before I was ban)
Because I have a lot to say, and mostly none of it good, I wanted to put here something that is good, really good, a recipe:
Mulberry Syrup for those lucky enough to have a Mulberry tree
3 bowls (8 cups) washed fresh and ripe mulberries
3 tbs (not dessert spoons) demerara sugar
Optional for extra earthy taste; ¾ cup frozen cherries (possibly fresh ones may work, not sure)
Pick only good ripe mulberries (spread sheet of shade cloth to catch), my tree produced extra large juicy mulberries which was a plus, some trees only have small sized mulberries.
Place mulberries, stem and all in saucepan, add water to cover (4 cups) and simmer for an hour on low, then tip into food processor and with the soft blade (I think that blade is for dough?), puree briefly, and strain through fine strainer back into saucepan. The strainer ought to be fine enough to catch the fine seed too – not all strainers are this fine, you have to look for one, (ask the people who make them!) Add the sugar, and gently reduce to a syrup, 1-2 hrs. Possibly you could put on high, constantly stir and it may take 20minutes, whatever, the more reduced, the more flavour concentrate.
Note if you add the cherries too, it is even tastier for some reason. (I had some left-over frozen cherries which are awful to eat on their own, but added to this, yum!)
Serve with mulberry ice-cream or vanilla or chocolate! Yum this is amazing!
This delicious food product was one of the big contributors to getting me CastOut out of my home of 10yrs at Rangari – it all comes down to pure food jealousy. – this syrup is really that good.
My Mulberry tree produced huge big fat juicy long Mulberries, I grew it from a cutting of a Mulberry Tree that was growing on a farm I rented near Gunnedah, called “Rowan Leigh” at the end of Dietrich Rd, (I think it was 260, but Google Maps is saying that is Antonio’s old place? The house I lived in burnt to the ground, and there is a new build there now.) And from Google Maps, it looks like the tree is gone. It was a huge tree in the paddock behind the house (some people, just don’t know how to live) – the best Mulberries you have ever tasted, much nicer than the typical Mulberry.
Luckily, I took a cutting to my new address on Bridges Road at Rangari, just out of Gunnedah, NSW, Australia. It was doing very well when I left. I recommend going there and asking the occupant for some cuttings, they’re easy to strike from cuttings. (Get one for me while you’re at it!! - I wouldn’t be surprised if all the ebay thieving dogs have turned up there anyway, and stolen all my seeds from the 100’s of plants I planted DOGS).
So, after that farm sold, and I was Cast Out from Rangari, I took a rooted cutting with me, it survived 5 moves up to QLD (over the next 16mnths), but then it died in the drought at Gin Gin, and most terrible soil ever. QLD – a place where it never bloody rains either. Gin Gin; even drier than Gunnedah. I took a cutting from an existing straggly one that was somehow growing at Gin Gin, but, small berries and not nearly as tasty. (Don’t get me started on backwards hillbilllies in QLD who do not even have a mulberry tree in their backyard!). You know, it’s about food!
So, I tried this with frozen blueberries, and nowhere near that devine yum flavour that fresh ripe fruit has. Not worth doing unless you have the fresh ripe fruits.
I did plant out the ‘not as good mulberry’ out at my new spot - it was getting too big for a pot, but one of my neighbours dug it up and nicked it! Good thing I saw it outside her unit and demand she put it back (well, actually, I put it back, she is one of those types. She said, she thought it had grown from seed, wildly. Mm mmm.) That was the neighbour that moved in here same time I did. Mm mmm. Then after I planted it out, the neighbour on the other side, number 108, the mother, yelled out “thank you”. Like she thought I must’ve planted it out for her! Well, I certainly did not plant it out for her, and what a thief, stealing from neighbours fruity tree. I planted it out for myself and the residents at 110, (if I am still here by the time it fruits). The fact that she thought I planted it out for her, is another example of how vain and selfish most women are. Also, I sent an email to my cousin Stephanie describing this new place here, and I mentioned the fact that there are no kids in this complex, which is fantastic, and after I did this, that mother twit across the road sent her noisy kids down here to play in the car park. Yet another example how most women just like being facetious and stupid – it’s a game for them. The bimbo game, “lets show exactly just how bimbo we can be”. I bet they learnt that game from their inadequate parents. I suggest instead of investing in wondering what I am doing, invest in time raising your children, they are clearly in want of something.
I counted all the fruit trees I have planted at all the rentals I have lived, it would be at least 50 now. And that’s because, every place I go to, there’s none - really and truly, what is wrong with people, Australians don’t know how to eat well or live well.
Although having to constantly move suddenly in my late 40’s, (I guess to ugly, old, and wise to be tolerated by greedy landlords), I have had my heart broken by fruit trees, so many fruit trees…..
Here is another recipe using berries, if you drink this every so often, you will not get cancer (so obviously this recipe is not for any of the people who steal from me, and there has been numerous)
Yummy cancer prevention juice
1 fresh kale leaf, de stemmed (or frozen prechopped is still good)
1/2c frozen blueberries or mulberries
1/2 tsp flax seed
¼ tsp dried ground seaweed
¼ tsp honey, honey has extreme healing properties
1 apple, best chilled, then quartered
3 cold navel oranges, peeled and halved
Optional 1 small carrot – I found this juice so sweet, that it can easily handle a carrot and is still sweet as. Carrots for the eyes.
Place the berries, flax seed, seaweed, kale and honey in small Nutribullet cup, (one of my small cups was stolen after I wrote this, see the dogs – constantly watching my every move) - and whiz up.
Remove the blade and place that Nutribullet cup under the juicer, and juice apple, carrot and peeled oranges. Put the Nutribullet blade back on, and give it another whiz up. Yum.
Eat with a Choc double dipped Carman Breakfast nut bar! Can’t go wrong!
30. Siren Dogs - Ambulance Kids Joyriders
There are some flaming idiots driving an ambulance or a police car - who are playing the sirens - They’ve been doing it for the past two weeks at Kookaburra Park, Gin Gin - they clearly need to be told to bugger off, we are sick of hearing you taking your kids for a joyride and playing sirens- you are disturbing us and the animals. You are ruining our “quiet enjoyment”.
It is not our fault that you had a failing bimbo mother, so stop taking out your dysfunction on the community around you.
Btw, this “taking your kids for a joyride in your ambulance” would also frequently happen at Gunnedah too. And it just happend here at Sarina, about 1hr ago, before I updated this story, also accompanied by tooting – they tooted their ambulance horn madly as they drove past my units!
And, btw, this whole story was stolen, not only from my PC, but all my online storage accounts – all of them this time. I could not find the same photo, a no copyright one, it was a kind of blurry one of an ambulance, policemen and a few kids. Now, whether it was stolen; as the police and ambos do not wish for the public to know that, that’s is how they spend their free time – which is a lot of the time, or whether the powers that be have done something about the joyriding, and so deleted my story as if to say “NOPE NEVER HAPPENED”. Neither would surprise me. Or, it could be a case of ‘changed minds’ re free image, infact, I would say that’s it, those image people are stupidly nazi.
And, that reminds me the train in Gunnedah, used to come through and toot its horn willy nilly – I think they must do the same, either take their kids along for tooting fun, or they themselves are infact children who still get kicks tooting their hoon at people and generally being a nuisance “look at me, look at me, I am a train driver!!”
We don’t care!
By the way, he’s a good spot as ever to mention; often in movies if someone’s in the need of medical attention, then call an ambulance. And so, because people are ‘brain washed’ by telly, I need to mention, there are numerous situations, where the ‘caller’ could simply drive the sick person to the hospital; much quicker to do that, even if an ambulance comes as fast as it can. Probably cheaper? Not sure of the going rate of an ambulance trip? (Sometimes the ones on telly are even in the car, but they stop to call an ambulance, then wait – no sense at all)!