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Life Stories P6
1. My Pool Sold - My pride My joy
This is my pool. Oh well, it was my pool, I should say. I purchased it, I built it. I kept it clean. I chose the ‘green’ liner, which I loved, especially when the sun shone through.
Every time I went up there for a swim, {at least twice a day in summer}. I had this big grin on my face, and I systematically would just burst into laughter every so often.
My pride and my joy, my pool. As close to the ocean as I would get, so I thought at the time. My favourite exercise in it was Zigzagging down the pool, from side to side; pushing off from the wall hard, flexing all my muscles, then gliding to the next spot! I loved it, and since my arms were ‘spent’ back then too, this exercise was an enjoyable and gratifying alternative. The pool, at 2.2m was perfect for this fun activity.
However, the property sold and the new owners (neighbours), asked me to leave. They didn’t even have anyone lined up to move in. And I bet it remains vacant still to this day.
My plan was to take the pool with me and set it up at my next address – I had built it with this in mind, and everything was removable and ‘impermanent’. I had even put a slight decline at one end for easy water removal. However, after the forced 5th relocation since Rangari, with no suitable place for a long 25m pool, and ‘spent’ arms, I realized I would have to sell it. (25mx2.2m and 1.2m deep). So sad. I had major difficulty selling it. I paid in total just over $25000. It eventually sold it (2yrs later) on ebay for $207.50 to woman with 2 teenage boys and a BMW, from Brisbane. They got the highest bid, after it was set at $200. Can you believe that. She later told me she got her car the same way, she only paid $20000 for a $100000 brand new car. I suspect DOG NEWTWORK.
But, also, it had actually sold 12mnths before for $5000, but the bidder never turned up to collect it, they paid – but never collected! Weird huh! I think it may have been related to ‘miss Wainberg’ aka Cate Rogers my landlord, someone worked out who she was before me. ”LEAVE LEAVE!!!” I spent the $5000 on food over the next 12mnths. Meat.
So now, 2yrs later (and 10minutes from the closest beach), I unfortunatly still have nowhere to swim, I really miss it. {Crocs and stingers and pollution on beaches up here}. Plus dogs at public pool.
2. Important Back info you should know - Slipped Disc story
I want to put this here because I wish I knew it at the time.
One day outside gardening/fencing, I slipped my disc in my back, when it happened, I was unable to walk, could barely crawl into bed from outside {It was just like that scene from the 80’s show “The Good Life” when Tom was fixing his diy home generator in the basement, and did his back in!}.
I was in A LOT of pain. BUT apparently, as I did try to get inside, I made my back a whole heap worse, and the pain and immobility lasted for months. BUT if I had just lay down on the ground straight away, for at least 15 minutes - lying straight, legs straight, arms by your side, preferably on flat level ground, then your disc will slip back into place, and you’ll be able to get up and walk away no problems, without any more pain, (especially if your young), then you can concentrate on doing some strengthening exercises for your back. (Instead of spending the next few months in a whole heap of pain, and eventually getting a chiro to fix the problem – hooray, I could finally ditch my roller chair). After I realized this, I seemed to be teased greatly for knowing this fact, certain people (I will not be naming names) said it was bullshit. It’s not; my back slipped out again 10yrs later, I tried my technique, and voilà, it worked exactly as I said. Australians, they still suffer greatly from Tall Poppy syndrome, especially the media industry. (Tony Collette does not think nutrition and health starts from within the womb when the baby is developing – they clueless) (Do not overdose on vitamins tablets - can happen.....)
Having said that, I know there is some woman, who can pinch nerves in the spine via distraction (without touching it). She is evil (Witches of Salem), and should be shot. She takes pleasure in inflicting pain on my back; rack off you stupid little dog, you are not magic, you are just a dysfunctional sadist, go and find someone who is actually into that kind of thing, and into you, AS I AM NOT (you moron).
I am going to put my back story here, it’s on my list of Dr visits, on my Life Stores page too!
After I slipped my disc, my whole left leg and foot swelled up, very painful, could hardly walk, I believe it’s called Sciatica? It was never diagnosed; as I went to the emergency hospital at Gunnedah, the doctor there was absolutely useless, he didn’t help at all, I later found out he was two days away from retirement, but after my further 20 more years of experience with Doctors, I am still not sure he would have been of any help, had he been in his prime! He gave me some sort of medication which made me vomit all night long every half hour, stupid dog bimbos at that hospital, male and female (I will never go back to that incompetent hospital).
After months of pain and immobility, it was a Chyro who fixed my back, in literally 2 seconds flat. Gunnedah chiro charges $40 a pop, no Medicare rebate, but actually, I think back now, that Chiro who fixed it was in Melbourne, as it was the advice of my then flatmate, {Mat, who I was not too keen on, and in the end, booted him out, he was friends with that stupid blonde bimbo stalker that looks like a miniature version of Marylin Munroe, at Petersham}, but, before I booted him out, he heard about my sore back, and suggested I see a chiro (perhaps he saw all the stupid bitch bimbos at RMIT, and took pity, decided to offer me some helpful advice?) Now, I am not sure how I found the chiro that I visited in Melbourne, (maybe Mat recommended?) I cannot even recall where it was, or what he looked like, all I remember is, he fixed it, fast as a flash. Then that was it, fixed, no more visits necessary – he was truly the most competent Chiro I have ever encounted (and more important, not greedy, wanting repeat customers). Reasonable cost too, (not like 2022, quote for chiro yesterday, $300 for first visit in Mackay – as if, thieving receptionists).
Unfortunately, some 10 years after that I was doing some strenuous work, and I had more slipped disc problems, but with my technique of lying in a straight flat position until the discs slip back in) then later putting in my lap pool, I basically cured myself of back pain. I am free of back pain! FREE!! well, for the most part. (As you know by now I was forced to move, and now have no pool, something else that has been stolen). So, I am having some weird back problems, a little different than slipped disc.
So, it was my lap pool that I invested in at Rangari, that strengthen the muscles so the disc would not slip out again. It was the definitive ‘fixer’ for my back. I highly recommend swimming if you have back problems.
Actually, I remember maybe a few months later after the chiro, and I had moved back to Gunnedah, I started doing some laps, and one day as I was going along the black line in the 50m pool, I heard and felt “click click”; it was my back realigning itself.
I want to point out even though I had a 25meter pool, and I’m well familiar with swimming in both 50 meter and 25 meter. I feel if you have a spine problem, specifically you really need the length of the 50 meter to find your stride and pace yourself, with your slow but steady momentum - so your body has time to adjust and realign. You don’t want to be stopping and turning or doing any somersaults, you just need that slow and steady rhythm so your back can realign. Breathing both sides preferably.
Course, if you just want to strengthen your back muscles, 25m fine, 15m or 20m, all good. When I had my pool up and running, I started running laps too, aswell as doing some Cha Cha steps – I had just learnt a Cha Cha step, (fast fast fast fast slow slow!) My calf muscles certainly got strong; I looked like one of those female body builders from the 70’s! I miss my pool.
I did try to see a physio, but (really true) she (middle age wife) refused to see me because I was not a young good-looking footballer, and she did not believe someone like me (woman of slight frame in my early 30’s), could have back injury - she was either stupid, or stupidly manipulated by the short blonde bitch who stalks me, that was at Gunnedah hospital.
Monumental incompetence in Gunnedah health workers. I literally could not walk for months, which could have been rectified.
Oh, and in that time in Melbourne, when I had a sore back (but was able to move around by then), I seemed to have that same stupid short blonde girl harassing me implying that I actually didn’t have a sore back at all, that I was making it up. Stupid dog. And I’m going to write this bit again; it’s about when I was at RMIT, I heard about the other campus on the other side of town, had a Chiro clinic consisting of 4th year university students. Anyone could go there for a cheaper treatment. (This was before I went to the good one). So off I went to this campus clinic, and OMG, I can’t begin to tell you about the stupidity of the women involved in this clinic - they were all women, and they had literally NO IDEA what they were doing. There is not a chance in hell I would ever see a female chiropractor from that moment on. It was total Stupidity Bimbo Incompetence, absolutely shameful of RMIT producing those incompetent silly twits. So, I think the stupid short girl with blonde hair, and possibly Cathy Goldman (dog from NEGS who was obsessed with me), may have sabotaged that appointment? I’m not sure, I can only hope it was them, and not just the way they always are – stupidly incompetent? I just remember it quite well. SO BAD.
In 2022, I have a couple of back problems again, as now I have no lap pool, and sore foot, so no exercise for 5 years. And again, no treatment. The dogs stole all my physio appointments on my care plans – plus again, really no physios who will do massage on me. Prejudice.
Still resting, lying flat seems to be the best treatment. Otherwise, the only other thing I might recommend is daily massage, I am certain this would cure everything. (I might win the lotto!!).
I said before, I may have got back problems due to “powers that be” seeing I am missing out on child labour birth pain, so gave me sciatica; “how dare you miss out on the womanly pain of child birth!”
3. My 25m Lap Pool story with winning race story
A few years back just after my father died and I had received proceeds of the sale of his house (unfortunately divided by 4 - if only I had been an only child ^jgkgf*dgljlfsaa#aks$ak$@aah 😀)
Anyway, I have decided with my money, I was going to get a lap pool ($25000) plus some solar panels ($14000) to run it. This will be inorder to lose some weight, and fix my 3 slipped discs in my back, plus I love to swim and where I live in Gunnedah was really hot. Plus being low income, I found there was really no ‘play’ in my life, so, I felt I needed some sort of hope and joy in my life. Anyone on low income can’t really travel anywhere, and especially me, with my situation of having dogs who follow me around everywhere (Watch Dogs – Dolly Pardon) – so, I don’t actually want to go anywhere. Well maybe a nice remote island and beach would be nice….
My landlord was at least 15yrs away from retirement age, plus he said it would be fine. So, after paying the manufacturer (John Kozur from Affordable Pools) for my pool, in full, I had to wait for it to arrive, I had to wait, and wait, and wait as the manufacturer decided to take a holiday just as the money went through, and then when he came back, he was like, messing about, and it wasn’t for a good 4 months until the pool arrived. 4 mnths! BUT then I had to wait again, as he had not included all the parts required measurements, and as I was a ‘girl’ he thought I had made the mistake – so, I had to take the manufacturer to court twice to get all the parts that I paid for, he was so dodgy, a misogynist.
So in this time I was angry, because I could’ve had the pool up and running as soon as I paid for it which was summer, and instead I had to just slug it out on the couch in the heat, knitting, and I was knitting furiously thinking the whole time that I should be swimming: so what happened, my arm really copped a beating in that period of several months of anger knitting -and I developed a problem in my arms from over use; repetitive syndrome, basically it’s just inflammation in the joints which causes pain. That, also with my history of ‘dumbbell’ overuse as a swimmer in my youth (we did not know about resistance training back then) plus all the chain sawing I had done on the farm; so, because of the damage done to my arms, when the lap pool was finally up and ready, I couldn’t actually do my freestyle laps, (!) plus the cold water seemed to adversely affect my bones. But it wasn’t all bad as I installed a diy solar system, and actually I’m a very creative person, and I came up with a whole lot of other exercises to do aside from freestyle; so slow breaststroke was ok, and running in water was excellent, pushing off the side of the pool wall over to the other side all up and down the 25m - this I felt was really good – flexing muscles aswell as gentle cardio, plus dancing was a great way to lose weight, plus the music made it fun! I got so trim, fit and terrific in this time.
Sadly, I was forced to move (bullies stole my house and garden) after only three years of having the pool so it was a total loss anyway (another story about that, turns out my landlord knew he was selling in 3yrs and that I would have to leave, but he never said anything. ARSHOLE. (I did resell it for $6500 2yrs later after having had to cart it around to 5, (yes 5) new addresses) and I sold the solar panels for $4000 (they cost $14000 and made NO DIFFERENCE to my bill, infact it want up even though I had noflow pump on pool), so that $4000 paid for “Move-It Relocations and Storage” Tamworth – up to QLD) Such is bitch landlords, LUCKY I do not have kids - I recommend not having kids.
Here is a good spot for this pool related story:
I mentioned that I spent most of my childhood in the water. I did swimming training in primary school, every morning with mom! We rode our bikes up there, she dragged me out of bed at 6 o’clock. And when the end of year swimming carnival came round in grade 6, I managed to win Senior Girl Champion, with a big trophy and a photo in the paper and all. The following year, I went away to boarding school, and I didn’t have mum to get me out of bed every morning, so I was like, I am definitely not going swimming training yoohoo! Plus, there was no pool nearby, and it was freezing at 6 o’clock in the morning in Armidale. So, 4 years went by without swimming, except fun swims at school holidays. But then in year 10, at the end of the year carnival, I was dragged into a race, it was like an ‘all inclusion’ race – “we’re going to get everyone, even people who can’t swim, into the pool to swim!” such are the antics of girls at school.
So, like there’s a whole bunch of people in the race, all squashed in, and I took off after the gun went, I wasn’t really swimming very fast, I kind of thought it was a bit of a joke, but I ended up coming second to the known popular fast swimmer in our year, even though I was going really slow, and so the girls insisted that I join the swimming club, and compete the next year. So, I did. And, I devised a plan; because I didn’t really think I was that good at swimming still, because I had stopped swimming training for the past four years, but I knew from my year 6 carnival, that the fastest time I did was it in the heats at the beginning of the day, and by the time you get through all the other races at the end of the day, and do the last swim, my time was atrocious - so bad, just would’ve been from exhaustion after swimming all day long. So, at the year 11 swimming carnival, I only swam in my heat, to get a fast time, then I’d know, I would be chosen to represent New South Wales in the all-important end of the day Relay race, which is NSW vs QLD, which was a big deal at the school every year, and is what everybody is waiting for. So, I swam in my heat, and I won- only the person who was at the end of the lanes, watching to see who won, a teacher by the name of Mrs Windeyer, said that I didn’t win, and the girl next to me won! I’m like, okay - even though I knew I won. I just kind of didn’t worry about it though, because I had a plan, and as long as they checked the times then it would work still. Although I wasn’t really sure that they would check, because you know, the politics of swimming, well, the politics of any social situation, involving women especially, there’s usually a pecking order, and I definitely was nowhere near even the middle, let alone at the top, (I don’t do pecking order, still don’t) So for me to win a race - this would ruffle the feathers of certain teachers, who like to think of their predictions of who can excel and who can’t, as accurate. And I guess they had already put me in a box. (Actually, looking back at my school years that school, this is so true I can’t believe it, and their attitude is ‘caught on’ by the girls too.) So, I thought they might definitely overlook the fact that I won, and choose the girl next to me who was the popular one, in which case, that would be bad, because then they would lose the relay - they needed me. So, I’m waiting around all day for the end of the day race, while everybody else in the swimming club were doing all the races, all the different strokes, all the things that you do in a swimming carnival. But not me, just sitting, waiting, biding my time.
Finally, it’s getting closer to the time of the big race, the sports captain, her name was Sally Skipper, I still remember her, blonde hair, skinny, she said, and she made a big deal in fact, I suspect she might have known what happened in the heat, but she said that she checked the times, and I was definitely faster, therefore I would be the final swimmer in the relay, so good for her. I went ahead with the race and of course we won, and it was purely because I hadn’t swum in any other races that day, whereas the girl from Queensland, had gone in every race, so she was exhausted, and I was able to beat her (normally if she wasn’t exhausted, I knew that she would be able to beat me, she was a really fast swimmer from Brisbane)
So that’s my winning race story from school.
And you know what, this situation, it’s kind of like what happened to my pool; I hadn’t been swimming for so long, certainly no pool out on the farm at Rangari, no waterholes even, the nearest beach was 600km away. So finally, after years of not swimming, I put in my above ground lap pool, and I had a pool! and it was fantastic! For 3 years I found my love of swimming again. I had won again. And what do you know, so someone comes along and takes my pool away “no you didn’t win, I’ll see to it.” Such is bitch pecking order in Australia…. (Same with my trees planted at new address - they were all killed by arshole "YOU DID NOT WIN YOU LOSE"}
4. Running Tally of all Above Ground Pool Costs with Sabotage story
Affordable pools - initial pool cost, 25mx2.2m lap pool, above grnd $14424.70
Liner (It was meant to be included, but Affordable pools refused) $2200
Excavation $1285
Heat pump $1485 (later sold brnew for $400)
Pump lowflow eco $122.50
Petrol $200
Sunshower fittings $50
50mm pipe, Bunnings(10 lengths 50mm cat 12 x 3m $24ea) $224
Phonecalls $20
Reece $13.86
2 Concrete slab, perlite $30, concrete $10.50, mdf $12 $52.50
Wooden crate petrol / poles $10
Shade cloth $135.00
Pavers $70
Concrete pavers $16
Concrete pavers $32
Swingset for cover (later used pvc and star pickets) $12
Petrol and time / printouts for court re skimmerbox $220
Take off faucet for the eyeball $4.60
Compactor $60
Duct tape $7.50
Rio rod for pool cover (stolen at Gin Gin) $13.50
Cover $431.60
Pool roller $61
Sand (what a rip off) $440
2 x 30m Tapemeasures $30
Laser level $94
Cordless drill $150
Thermometer $13.45
Shed $365.003.7m x 1.52m
Translucent roof $25
Poly tunnel 2” $230
Shade cloth $292.00
Metal 60mm cutter $10.66
More Dural fittings $4.76
Rope $33.00
Teflon tape $5
Black Pvc for lining sand $100
2” poly extra $11.89
Dural Irrigation $497.01
Bunnings silicon, rubber coupling $21.00
Glue $8.64
Reece $36
13mm poly for solar 1600m first lot $470
25mm pvc for water fall 1 only so far $9
Chlorine for emargancy $40
Extra costs later
2nd skimmer $220
More Dural fittings $97.51
Reece Solar PVC (cat9, so hope it will not blow $230
Replacement pump lowflow eco $189.00
Solar Pump 1hp $109
Solar Pump no 2 just incase no 1 breaks .5hp $54
Salt $7 /25kg bag, once a month (x12) per year; $77
Hydrochloric Acid $49 /20L, once a month (x12) per year; $588
Total Costs so far -EXCLUDING electricity and my investment of my 5kw Solar Panel System (at $14000 with NO reduction in electricity bill, only increase - this was a total waste, as my pump was a special low flow one, meaning it did not really ‘clean’ my pool, and I spent a lot of time sweeping by hand all the dead bacteria, as no creepcrawly would work on such a low flow pump.
(can’t remember if I included the liner?) $23399.18
Also, it took over 12mths for all the parts to be supplied from Affordable pools – OVER 12MNTHS! See, this list of costs was stolen off my blog and online too – mmm, gee, I wonder why!! Oh, only because they over charged me in all these costs. Especially for the initial pool, John Kozur, as all the extras like the pump, skimmer, liner etc. was meant to be included, but pretty much nothing extra was included. Not to mention he forgot part of the order, then took off overseas for 3mnths for holiday, so I could not do anything that whole time. And when he got back, then he did not believe me, he thought I had made a mistake, as I was a woman. IDIOT. I had to take him to tribunal through a court so he could see, he made a mistake. He just refused to listened to me, a mere woman. His wife and kids must be stupid for him to think that all woman are incapable of building a simple lap pool. It’s just a process, it was easy. And actually, I’m not really a ‘go with the flow’ type of person, I like to do things my way, because I like to put time, effort and research into things I do. I like to choose environmentally friendly ways. I like to choose smart ways above cost cutting. I like to do things the proper way. That pool would have lasted 100 years plus+ such a waste. And stop putting spelling mistakes in my writing to try and discredit me, computer nerd hackers.
As I was building my pool, a neighbour or landlord, put a rock on top of my freshly compacted sand, under newly laid Liner, Prob David Heywood;
Neighbour put large rock on top of sand, under pool liner, after I had finished laying the black plastic, and left for the day. So, when I started laying the green liner the next morning, I did not see the rock, as when I checked it the day before, it was all perfect, no rocks at all. (ofcourse). This is such typical retarded stupid ‘little boy’ Australian attitude “we can’t have this girl outdraw us, so let’s muck up whatever she’s doing. TYPICAL arshole behaviour, typical male behavior. Your pathetic.
I had 3 neighbours on that farm, they were Heath Barwick, David Heywood and Steve Carter - one of them did it. (BTW, I blame primary school teachers for most of the total dysfunction in society).
Single woman persecution.
5. So, as a Child I was this Unbelievable Fussy Eater
My Vege patch at Rangari, near Gunnedah, NSW, Australia, Jan 2011 Just look at me now! Actually, I found that growing my own vegetables organically, greatly improves the flavour of vegetables. In fact, I would never buy vegetables from the supermarket now, as the difference is quite extreme and especially the factor of going directly from garden to kitchen within a few hours, sometimes minutes, is probably the most notable difference in flavour. I did try some organic chicken from one of the chooks that was killed, but for me there was really no difference in the flavour. So, I figured as long as you grow your own veggies, then purchase meat at the supermarket or butchers, you’ll be getting the maximum nutrition and flavour that you can get. Although I should mention when I had to move, and no longer had my veggie patch, aside from practically starving until I noticed purslane - thank God for purslane, purslane is a true superfood, seriously you should look it up, it’s so healthy, if you eat Purslane on a weekly basis, I’m pretty sure you won’t ever get sick from any nutrition related diseases plus will fend off any bad cells. When I found this out, I started growing tubes of it to sell, but absolutely no-one in the Gladstone Bundaberg Gin Gin Wide Bay area, wanted to buy any, I think Queenslanders are bunch of uneducated and unhealthy Australians.
Anyway, what I was getting at, was these days they have new technology which enables food suppliers to preserve vegetables in a way that doesn’t change the taste too badly, like it did in the old days. I think it’s called snap freeze. I did try some peas that were snap frozen, but, I’m sorry, there’s just no way they compare to fresh homegrown peas from the garden, the size and the flavour is like chalk and cheese) So, as I considered my garden, and vegetable garden, where stolen from me, I also consider my good health stolen. FRESH VEGETABLES ARE VITAL IN NOT GETTING SICK.
So back to my story if I want to say;
So as a child I was this unbelievable fussy eater. I would really give my mother a hard time, if I didn’t like something, I simply wouldn’t eat it, even if she spent hours cooking a fancy meal - if I didn’t like it, I would just REFUSE to eat it. My mother had no idea how to handle such a fussy child, as she used to cook good food, and take pride in knowing fancy cooking techniques. My mother didn’t believe in junk food or processed food. I mean she was actually pretty food savvy for her time (MLC graduate) and she was a total ‘health nut’, very conscious of how to be healthy, she got dad to grow fresh organic veges for the family. Plus, we lived out of town so there were no corner shops that we could go down and buy any sweets or treats, there was no Maccas back then. If I was hungry out of mealtimes, then I can distinctly hear my mother’s voice still now, “Well, have a piece of fruit!” I didn’t feel I was starved in anyway, and it wasn’t my intention to be ‘skinny’ at all, and a lot of positive health benefits have come because of being thin. I was never sick as a child (mostly, read all later). I didn’t get the flue until I moved to Sydney as a fashion student (mistake moving to Sydney, the flue is a tell) My mother was naturally petite woman, and we 4 kids were all were skinny basically, but when I left for boarding school at age 11, the food situation got pretty dire, especially as I was so influenced by the older girls who were constantly telling me the food was so awful, and so, of course, if it was awful, I wasn’t going to even try it. The eating ritual at school consists of 12 girls to a table, with 2 older girls at each end (it is TOTALLY UNACCEPTABLE for a young teen girl to be expected to eat right/ look after herself in this manner) Anyway, so basically at this junction in my life I was getting very thin. By the time year 8 came, I was skin and bone, it would have been a problem at this point, unbeknownst to me. But luckily, I believe, I had the hand of God come down out of the sky, and insinuate “if you want to survive this school, then you are a going to have to get tall” (unfortunately being small attracts bullies, another story…s.) So, this hand of God, came about in the form of my Aunt Di, and that year for Christmas, my aunt was staying, and she definitely noticed there was a problem, (it is easy for an outsider to look in on a situation and see what’s going on, they often have a much clearer view than someone who is close to the situation). So, she took me aside and proposed a deal with me, she said, “Emily since I’m a seamstress and can sew clothes and since you’re a young teenage girl who loves clothes, if you put on some weight, I will sew you a whole heap of clothes”. To me, this was just music to my ears, as I did love clothing, and I actually later graduated and went on into the fashion industry. But hearing this clear-cut deal, I made it my mission to eat, even though I was fussy, there was some foods I did like, so I picked those things out and ate like a trojan – like, at lunch, we were served a plate of bread, and you could eat as much as you want, so, I would have at least 10 slices of bread every day for lunch. I mean I would really eat as much as I could, and I was always going back to the kitchen for seconds, all the kitchen ladies knew me!! The other girls noticed it, because I was literally the skinniest girl in the school yet, I was consuming volumes if not mountains of food, some of them went nuts (back then it was still desirable to be unhealthily thin, and I want to mention there is this stigma about not being greedy, and being ladylike -these rules need to be thrown out the window, young growing girls need to eat as much, if not more than their dads.) So, I did put on some weight and went from being a very very skinny girl to just a slim trim and terrific girl. There was a huge added bonus; because I was always one of the shortest girls in the class, (all my life, short - oompaloompa) suddenly when I started eating (it was year nine) I had this phenomenal growth spurt and I shot right up and became tall, so I really believe now looking back, when I see short people, I think maybe they did not have an aunt who proposed such a deal to them in their teen days, and are thus slightly ‘stunted’ from lack of nutrition. They didn’t know how important it was to eat right. Especially back then, diet wasn’t as big a thing as it is now. Nutrition is fundamentally important, I believe it (and fun exercise) also is responsible for waking the ‘Sleeping Beauty’ phenomenon - a young girl cannot be fully aware of what is going on around her, if she does not have proper nutrition (and activities). Oh, and if you’re a mum racking your brain with a problem in your family, and you can’t figure out what to do about it, just mention it to family or friends, it is the key. Someone may just have an offhand remark, and the problem may be sorted. {btw, mum didn’t understand little things like, if she had of served the salad individually, and not with salad dressing, I would’ve quite happily eaten it. I didn’t have a pallet for vinegar when I was young, especially the commercial bottles that she used to buy, there was no such thing as balsamic back then!} Also, it is normal for kids to be fussy, so they can have a chance to discover new foods as they go get older, on their life journey. If they couldn’t make these new discoveries, then unsatisfaction in their meals would ensue! Did you know I never liked caramel when I was young – too sweet ! can you believe that (now, Lindt Caramel Square Milk Bag!! mmm). Also, I recommend not allowing kids to have tomato sauce or soft drinks, that way you can keep their palettes pure – no excess sugar or salt.
BTW, I think there were 1 or 2 times when I was accused of being greedy by people who did not know me to well. Now, I basically went through my whole teenage years as a thin stick person, so I hate to think what it’s like for someone who’s of normal weight, and healthy, for they dare not reach for a second or third biscuit, in case they have some non-thinking woman (usually somebody else’s thoughtless mother) jumping on their back about how greedy they are.
I feel I need to write about my body weight too, and the effect that a virus has on person of slight frame. I have always been slim, and petite, and extremely healthy, never sick as a child. But if you examine my body a little further, you’d noticed that the top half of me is what is petite, but I have quite long and big legs with strong ankles. Actually, my bottom half looks kind of normal, whereas the top half of me has always been petite; slim shoulders, slim hips (although I have quite a large chest due to my swimming days of my youth). So, anyway, after I got infected with a virus at the nursing home, (due to burning my throat with hydrochloric acid whist cleaning, and destroying the immune‘s first port of call DAMMIT!) the virus really affected the top half of me, pretty much, it felt like every part of the top half of me has changed, and is now weak from the virus, whereas my legs are just the same now as they were before. I truly believe it’s because the top half of me was so petite, it wasn’t strong enough to handle the virus, unlike my legs (I would have a hefty kick you wouldn’t believe!)
A good spot to add this observation – over the years, as an adult, I have noted, that I have some complete idiot retarded moron, who sometimes, starts revving his/her motorbike (in the past it has been other modes of transport) but at the moment it’s a motorbike, and they start revving it and racing it up and down my outside my house, - I’ve noticed this happens when I haven’t eaten in a few hours. Like being late for lunch or dinner is somehow driving this idiot nuts? I mean there are way worse things than skipping a meal. For instance, I’ve just relocated, and have had to do all the heavy lifting by myself, and I can assure you, for a petite, that’s way worse than skipping a meal. It does long-term damage to my body, and it causes nerve damage. So that idiot needs to get a grip on reality, and mind his/her own business. Who do you think you are? I’ll tell you; you are no one to me. Oh, and sometimes I note, my neighbour will hang around at their home until I go to eat, then they leave - this happens a lot, at Gin Gin, and I just noticed here aswell. Not a coincidence – MIND YOUR OWN GODDAM business, you little cretin with no thoughts of your own.
6. The cunning plans of Mother Nature; Sneaky yet brilliant little camelian weeds and my Andrew Lloyd Webber‘s Cats the musical plant story
Purchased some carnation seed from an eBay seller. I grew them and it turned out to be this little white flower which was a weed. The foliage was very similar to carnations. I’m guessing this grew amongst the sellers carnations -when she went to collect the seed it was caught as well, she did not notice. The foliage looks so the same, and I’ve ended up with a weed.
I find weeds can do this – it is a bit of a mother nature magic trick. They are very sneaky and cunning; you can grow something out in you vege patch or flower bed, and then suddenly, an extremely similar looking plant pops up, right next to it, and you’ve got to look twice as you’re doing the weeding, “is that a weed or another seedling?” And wonder where on earth that weed came from, that looks almost identical to my flower – which btw, are usually exotics from other countries, plus, my garden out at Rangari had never been inhabited before. So where did the seed come from? Indeed, it is like mother nature and that weed, had a mischievous plan to trick the gardener so it can grow there, and tried not be diligently weeded like all the other weeds. I want to add, as a gardener, this has happened no less than 3 times on 3 different plants!!
I recall when I was at school, sharing a dorm with another girl, she had a plant, and I had read that plants can respond to classical music. So I went and chased down the flavour of the month music at that particular time, which happened to be Andrew Lloyd Webber‘s Cats the musical, and we played it to this plant softly, all day while we were at school. We raced home to see if anything had happened, I kid you not, her plant had grown a 30cm shoot, a single stem straight up into the air!! We kept it on the following day, and again another 10cm worth of growth on that stem, the following day another 5cm. This plant just seem to be growing this single stem shoot, straight up into the air, there didn’t appear to be any leaves on it, it was a little odd looking, but that was proof as far as we’re concerned, they do respond to music!
7. Am I the type of person that is a victim, and Tricia Chook Show Story
I want to write down a little part of my personality, because with all this bullying and thievery that goes on, I really feel like a victim, and that got me thinking, do I have the type of personality that people bully? Or is it purely a rumour, wrong information, reputation thing. I think this story might clarify. At one point in my life, I had chooks, huge big chook yard down the paddock. I had a rooster, the biggest rooster you have ever seen, big white one. He used to guard the chooks fiercely. After a while, he started attacking me when I checked for eggs. I would kick him away, but he would persist, and keep attacking me, and so with each time he attacked me, I would kick a little harder, at first only a gentle push, then harder with each attack, but he just kept on persisting, until finally he copped a blow that was quite hard, I wasn’t holding back at that point, sick of being attacked, it was him or me. I knew if he attacked one more time, I would kill him with the next kick. In that moment the rooster finally got the message, that he would die if he kept attacking me, so he stopped and I didn’t ever have any more problems with him, until the foxes sadly got him.
But I had to basically use brute force against this small animal to try and get him to stop attacking me, it was the ONLY WAY. Brute Force.
So, there is a part of my personality; if you attack me enough, eventually you’re going to get clobbered.
How many times do I get attacked by stupid little dogs? Stupid little dogs.
I have mention on my blog that I often am followed around by blonde bimbos – dogs – this is just what a stray dog would do, so I call them dogs – (you have made you own bed bimbos - I know there are some people, women in particular, who would get offended if they hear me call a woman a dog. Maybe when I was younger in my 20’s, I may have been offended too, but with my life experience now of those women, the word ‘dog’ is like a nice word, considering what they really like. I should add, I had many girl friends at school with blonde hair! I did not think them stupid! Lol, and have encounted many blondes with many brains in my time.
I did get charged by a bull once, but the bull was really mad, because he had got stuck in my large chook yard, and I was trying to get him out, but he was refusing, I was chasing him around for ages in the middle of the night ,and pitch black, with my torch. So, he charged me, I ducked behind the large fig tree in there, and picked up a bit of Rio rod, so if he charged me anymore, his eye would be taken out. So instead of charging me, (- this cow could read the situation), he went over next to me, where my large rosemary plant was growing, and he put his whole head down at the base of the plant and lifted the plant up by its roots, and threw it aside! {naughty little bull}. He knew perfectly well that was my rosemary plant, he totally knew what he was doing too. This is how pissed off he was. So, then I realised he was pissed off because he must not know where to get out, he couldn't see how he had gotten in - through a hole in the fence that he had created, he couldn't find the hole again, so I had to go and find the hole and kind of rip it open so it was large and big, so he could get find it easily, when I did that he walked out straight away - he had had enough of me!
I tried to find the Chook Show Story, but it is missing, maybe my microsoft search has stopped working? But, in case it has been deliberatley removed, I thought possibly another nail on the head situation, and I need to write about it in more detail;
As you know I kept chooks on the farm, one day there was a chook show in Gunnedah, with all sorts of breeds on display and for sale, those people are called “chook fanciers”!! J So off I went and as I was walking around the big shed, I noticed something odd, I believe it was the reaction from other people behind me, slight laughter slight condescension that I did not know, that someone was following me. I turned around and there was this girl literally following me, I had caught her in the act, I stared at her, and it took a moment before she realized she was ‘sprung’, it was like she had done it before, and on a regular basis, and she had never been seen before. So, then she took off. That bloody girl looked like Samantha Coulton’s little sister, (Trisha) a girl from school, Trisha was in the year below me, she had friends in Gunnedah who I was friends with. Actually, I remember when Tricia was expelled; the next year, our form went on an excursion to Sydney, one day we were sent down to a different school to check out their new indoor pool (someone must have been campaigning for a new NEGS pool!) What I specifically remember though, is that was the school that Trisha ended up at. And she must've heard NEGS girls were coming, and she had come out to the bus area. But all the other girls in front of me just completely passed by Tricia and snubbed her when she said hello - it was quite revolting, I couldn't believe it, like they knew perfectly well who she was, it's not like they didn't see her, (as sometimes it's the case in my experience!), but I saw her, so I said hello. Possibly maybe she interpreted this later as ‘please follow me around wherever I go’?! But, I felt like a ‘hello’ was required at the time. And I found it extraordinary how those girls in my year, my peers, had decided that Tricia must be a bad person because she was expelled - like they hadn't really thought about the possibility that some stupid little Nazi bitch had gone on a power trip and expelled her, or she had just made a mistake, as young girls do. Instead, they just automatically shunned her - it's quite disgusting. Its stupid infact, woman are bloody stupid - it goes right back to the Witches of Salem story – that stupid mentality of casting aside – or killing in those times, women they did not like, or understand. I should add, I do not know why she was expelled. But if it was for stealing then I guess it would be okay……. But as she had ben at that school since Kindy, it must have been something bad?
So many problems with girls in that year; before I mention Gina Burn at the dentist story, Emma Finylason with her thievery and lying; why are they obsessed with me? Oh, that’s right it was from going to church twice a week and being tortured on the hard wood kneelers. Btw, Samantha, in my year, was the Miss Perfect type, she was a school prefect and was always serious and studious, Trisha on the other hand, was expelled when she was in year 11. Both those girls were at that boarding school from kindy, so you know they are going to have problems that stem from parental neglect.
Btw, I have noted there are people in life who look like other people, I have determined that once a upon a time, there were several families formed, and from those families, all people today exist. And it’s like many people today resemble each of those existing families, with specific traits and ‘looks’ specific to it. So, there was also another girl I knew who looked like she came from the ‘same back in the day family’ as Tricia. And this was a girl I used to nanny in Wahroonga, looking back, they were spitting image, although definatly not related so far as I know. So, I guess it could have been that girl at the chook show? Can’t remember her name now, her mother’s name was Sarah Peatie, but, I recall, seeing her brother in Gunnedah, possibly that whole family, they were walking down near the river flats as I drove past! No idea why they would have been in Gunnedah, possibly passing through. Unfortunatly, I can’t recall if it was at the same time as the chook show?? So, it may have been her, and not Trica? Poor Tricia, no, I think it was Tricia!
I know I am also a victim when it comes to bullies trying to inflict pain and injury on me, in passive aggressive ways; just like girls who follow me – passive aggressive. Then other people that can see I am being followed, they then have no respect for me, and treat me as such. Aswell, I have bullies at Drs trying to ‘not allow’ me to get treatment. Jessica White – fuck off you stupid little dog – it may have been her involved with the ‘hole in shoe’ sabotage to try and get me to put on weight? She was in involved in the black tooth incident over xmas that time. I would say she is probably on cocaine; she knows she is greedy and she is evil. Maybe she needs it in writing.
Although I was told a lot of my problems I have with other women, “little girls”, are the result of my looks; girls who are not pretty get “cast” as baddies then treated as such. Well, I certainly know the police do this. And all the people who have ban me online. Stupid computer nerds I guess.
By the way I believe they’re trying to do something about the attitude towards excluding people for medical treatment, in Australia EVERYBODY is legible for Medicare rebates and if you have a Health Care Card, ALL medical appointments are FREE if you go to a bulk billing clinic. (Except for Physio, Chyro, and Massage -which I am trying to campaign them to include in ‘medical world’. The fact that they don’t especially include Chyro is ridiculous, in my experience Chyros are much better at perceiving the body than a GP doctor. Understatement.
Some people, especially old men Dr’s and Dentists, have issues (problems) with old people and unemployed people receiving FREE medical treatment. Like they hate the concept of welfare. Weird – how clueless are they? We have welfare in this country. It is to stop poverty. That’s the way it is. That’s the way the government has decided it should be, it has been this way ever since I started paying attention at age 18, so, even before that too! J They have set X amount of money aside, ready for those people when they’re in need. It seems to work in my opinion, although there is identity theft and fraud related to it. So ‘the powers that be are trying to change people’s attitude about it BTW, (much to Centrelink’s dismay), this attitude adjustment should’ve been brought about 20 years.
So little girls wake up, if you had targeted anyone else but me, you most likely would have been kicked in the head a long time ago. {I personally believe bullies have a distinct instinct about targeting someone, who they know will not kick back}.
8. Water Cooler AND BOTTLE STOLEN from Gunnedah Art Gallery
Women Behaving in Non-Thinking Dogged Zombie Ways
This was stolen along with the water bottle, from the Gunnedah Creative Art Gallery one monthly meeting, stolen, I am pretty sure by a predominant elderly volunteer who works there, Shirly
Urquhart, (no conviction) who was only other person in the room. Such STUPIDTY. What is it with women who steal, “oh, don’t like her, don’t like their hair, don’t like how happy they are or how right they are – so just steal something from them, that will make me feel better” - that must be their stupid brain thought? (I have witnessed this on several occasions now by various women, often 50+). And when I mentioned this to another board member, she refused to believe that she stole it. I find this extraordinary, how these bully thieves have everyone fooled. You know ‘bad people’ are not the weirdos in society who are usually found sitting alone in the corner, it’s always the ‘popular’ and well liked, usually well-paid ones that are the real nasties.
Now, I’m going to put up a little ugly story here, because with all my postings of the items that have gone missing stolen or situations that I’ve talked about on the Internet publicly, I keep going on about the bloody female dogs, I find them such a big part of my life, as they follow me about everywhere I go, and no one talks about it and a lot of people do not seem to understand what I’m talking, about, so, this little story is to show you exactly what I mean, because one day, I caught a dog on camera! -behaving in full-on dog fashion, right on camera. It was by chance that my car cam was on. I was parked outside the art gallery in Gunnedah I just been inside to try and sort out a problem about my artwork, the organizer Eileen, in there was being difficult. So just after I walked out, this girl Barbera came out chasing after me (she works next door to the art gallery which also is adjoined to the art gallery, in the cinema, she works there as a paid worker (everyone in the art gallery is a volunteer and doesn’t get paid) so she, you would think knows what’s going - although after this experience I’m not sure she really knows much about anything. So, I was in my car about to leave and she just started full on harassing me, it was really disgusting bullying behavior that no one would believe it if I told them what happened, (even though this kind of thing happens to me all the time, I mean ALL THE TIME. I am well used to it - since writing about it, magic! bimbos across Australia are waking up). But she was going on and on in this bitchy nonsensical dog like territorial fashion – but she was Eileen’s dog, do you see? So the diesel car finally was ready to go, and I started to reverse back, I looked at her face and she had this puzzlement expression on her face like she couldn’t understand what she was doing there and what she had been talking about - it was truly like she was in a zombie state just harping on and on, like fighting with me about nothing, as I actually had absolutely no relationship with this girl at all, I don’t know her except by name and the fact that she worked in the cinema - I do recall once, attending the cinema a few years prior, to watch “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” but when we all got there, she said it was unavailable and we have to watch this other movie which was absolutely ridiculous, so I probably thought in the back of my mind she was a little incompetent, but, I don’t hold that kind of thing against people, because a lot of people, women, in Gunnedah who are pretty much incompetent. So anyway, I had forgotten that the camera was on and remembered it two weeks later, so and I went to get the TF card and take a little look at what had happened, and it was unbelievable, unbelievable, the dogs had stolen the TF card, the lengths that the dogs will go to protect themselves is break and enter, thieving, and bully behavior.
I’m bloody sick of it and now I’m naming names, now, I take my camera everywhere, so if you want to do this bully behavior, be prepared to be humiliated on YouTube....for all eternity, because I won’t be letting anyone steal my TF card in the future. It will be instant upload. (I uploaded a phone conversation, where the girl was harassing me with multiple calls, and she sounded totally sly, a week later I listened to it on YouTube, and it had been edited, so she just sounded normal – that girl was anything but normal. (They change bits in good movies too, like the running girl scene in Hairspray).
I’ve got something further to say about this kind of absent-minded chitchat that a lot of girls seem to enter into, amongst other things, I believe this loss of focus, is caused from a lack of nutrients, and not because maybe they are hungry or they skipped dinner, I’m talking about from the very beginning, in the womb. If the mother wasn’t getting enough to eat back then, or enough of the needed essential nutrients, then that causes slight brain development problems. I’ve come to this conclusion from observing a litter of seven cats from birth to death. What I noticed is that the firstborn cat was an outstanding hunter, fully aware, and very precise and clever in his tactics, he was also naturally confident and outgoing (and I’m pretty sure he had a sense of humor!) He was intelligent and not reflective. Then what I noticed was that each cat after that was a little bit like that but a little bit less so, and by the time you got down to the seventh cat, her personality was quite the opposite of the firstborn very shy, very timid, very scared (she was afraid of shadows), quite reflective, especially in her older years, and not outgoing at all, infact she never ventured outside for the first 4 yrs of her life, and obviously at first when she was born, she was very tiny. Now, I have to point out, the mother was a stray Tabby rescue cat, and as far as I was concerned, she was going off to the vets at six months old to be desexed, so at age of 5 months when she started getting a bit fat, I actually thought in my naïveté, that she was putting on weight and I actually cut back her food, which obviously turned out to be a huge mistake as she was pregnant, I soon discovered she was, I increased her food, and after the kittens were born, I fed all the cats very well, they had lean kangaroo meat twice a day, and expensive type of biccies that I’m hoping were all good (I know the cheaper types are terrible, you may as well be feeding them cardboard).
Now, I thought well, you know, maybe that’s how it is for a cat, but a human who doesn’t carry seven but instead just one at a time, may be different (with the 1st born/2nd/3rd….,) but after thinking and observing about it some more over the years, I’ve decided it’s exactly the same, and any women that has more than 2 kids been just plain dumb, and asking for health problems (why do you think they number each sibling on your Medicare card, Doctors know about the difference.)
9. Strange and Unexplained Netflix Phenomenon
As I have mentioned, any strange nuisance things that happen to me; when I write about it on my blog, often it suddenly stops! what a bonus of a blog - even if it’s something that’s been happening for years and years and years and I’ve never mentioned it to anyone. Like the little bimbo dogs who follow me around and harass me from the street GONE! Well, some of them, I seem to still have car hoons, trucks, neighbours, weird Chinese guy, weird couples, and well, actually a lot, but the harassment from bimbos has been greatly reduced when I go out.
So, this photo story is along those lines, this is something that happens, it’s not as annoying as banging and tapping, or being harassed from the street, but I’m not sure they should be doing it. And I am adverse to any beeping in movies and shows! (Please get some creative street sounds) So, what happens, every time I purchase some fabric, of one of my designs, then a show or movie on Netflix appears that has a scene with a similar looking fancy wallpaper or fabric, and then after the scene has ended, there’s always a car that starts madly beeping - it’s happened quite a few times, and it’s too many times to be a coincidence. I have no idea why they would do this, aside from the fact that they just want to show off their own designs. Or maybe they are ‘copying’ my designs? Or maybe they are saying, there is already similar design to yours? Who knows? Some of them, indeed, are definitely quite beautiful, but not always. Some of my designs are quite stunning! It may be related to my photo story “when you see what you want - ask for it, you just never know” on p2 in Life Stories.
At any rate, I feel those people, are perverts prying into my life in an unwanted manner.
I’m going to continue to sell my fabrics on my website, even though the little dogs would like to sabotage me! My beautiful fabrics are available on my website at https://emilybiemanfabrics.wixsite.com/emilybiemanfabrics/collections
The one below is my personal favourite this month, it’s called “Pandorea jasminoides Clusters”
10. The Secret - Rhode Island Red Evil Chook Story
So, this Rhode Island red chook is evil !! One day this chook spotted an evil opportunity to inflict great pain on me! She managed to woo me over to an area in the Chook tunnel, where they were plum tree thorns - and I trod on one, it went through my shoe and into my foot ,causing pain and ongoing infection.
The other time is a little harder to explain, so I won’t, but suffice to say a rod fell over, tripping me on cement, hurting my knee.
Now, if you can get your head around this, I believe this chook was doing reflections from some girl or someone (not entirely sure who) but it wasn’t me.
Btw, I asked the girl at Gordon Barry at Gunnedah for an Isa Brown Chook, and what does she give me? a Rhode Island Red! I suspect this chook was from a female evil chook owner from NEGS. I believe there is a girl from school, NEGS, who is a little obsessed with me, because she can see that I have a certain effect on some people, a positive effect, and I can inspire positive outcomes, say, people being pleasant and good natured to me. And this ‘incenses’ is her, it enrages her because she’s jealous – so no grievances with me, just jealousy, as she cannot do the same. And so, she arranges a whole heap of horrible things to happen to me, and this “wrong chook” is one of them. It could be Charlotte Powel, I’m not entirely sure.
(I put a call out in my new local area at Gin Gin to see if someone could please come around and have her head cut off -but do you think any man in Gin Gin could stand up and do the task ? NO! What a bunch of wussies) it is not the actual killing part that I’m referring to when I mention wussies.
By the way, I already had a sore foot, and actually, I personally believe, that my chook could see the weakness in my foot, which is why it saw this evil opportunity. This is very typical behaviour in a chookpenn; if there’s any weakness in their group, then they will often attack and kill the week one, in order to get its food. I feel birds in general have a sense of sussing out weakness. I know they knew when any of my five cats were going to die. I also think there are a lot of girls who have not quite fully evolved from chook in to human, as they also do this – pick on the weak or weakness. (After my arms developed ‘old age’ problem, some girl suggested whenever I go outside now, to cover my arms, just in case!) oh, and while chooks have a basic understanding of “no more you, me for me”, a typical Australian bimbo mother has no understanding of this concept and just keeps ‘popping’ them out - without thinking. On a typical wage, no woman or couple can afford to have more than 2 kids, it’s a plain and simple fact. Infact I would go further and state no woman or couple can have kids at all as housing and protein is too expensive.
As a side bar, when I was living on the Culls farm, I built a huge chook yard, it was the size of a tennis court! I didn’t have a nesting box, but there was kind of tin box that had been fashioned into some refuge for them, so for their laying nest, I decided to cover the roof with collections of human hair, that I collected from the hairdresser!! I got about six huge garbage bags full, of human hair!! I had collected from Addicted To Hair in Gunnedah! So actually, thank you, to them for collecting all the hair for me! So, all that hair squashed down was perfect for the chooks, they loved it, plus I had fashioned a kind of a little roof canopy over, so they didn’t get wet. And when I collected my eggs every day, I didn’t have to bend down, there they were, directly in front of me on this lovely soft cushion of hair!! I also thought later what to do with all that hair, and it would make excellent cob, in mud, instead of straw - for a lovely fine smooth texted wall!!
I want to say here, having chooks was brilliant, I couldn’t understand why more people with backyards didn’t have their own chooks. Not only was it much cheaper, but they were much healthier, with a healthy yellow yoke, instead of the supermarket pale yoke ones. (And in my opinion tasted better) - that of course was back before free range eggs came into the supermarkets. I had five cats, so I would also give my cats egg yolks every now and again, they loved an egg yolk. And every year I had to come up with car rego money, so I would go through this 3-month period of alternating between ‘normal food‘ one day and then eggs the other, so eggs with rice, eggs on toast, maybe eggs with vegetables, depending on if anything was in season! This tactic saved me a lot of money, and I could afford to purchase my rego - totally worthwhile having chooks. (btw, eggs are very healthy, they have all the nutrients in them that one needs to get through the day – they are perfectly balanced) I have to add back then the chooks I purchased were $8-11, and laid for 3-4yrs, whereas the very last pair of chooks I purchased, the Isa Browns, only laid for 2yrs, and they were $18 each, plus $25 a bag of feed every 2mnths, plus they need ‘greens’ in the middle of a drought - it was starting to be more and more pricey to keep chooks. (Free range eggs in supermarket $4.50 a dozen, so actually cheaper after my cats died to not have chooks)
11. Ebay Nazis now, after 5yrs of selling - ebay rated POWER SELLER - 1300 positive feedbacks - BUT THEY STILL ban ME
OMG, yet another online account I have been kicked out of in 2020 by persacutery nazi dogs
Chat conversation:
8:42am Suraj has joined the conversation
Suraj
Hello Emily, I can certainly understand that you are concerned about
the account restriction/suspension. I hope you are receiving my messages.
Emily
It says my account has been suspended, not deleted, I see you deleted my other account, but I have had this farmplantsandseeds2015 account since 2015, I have
sold thousands if Australian seeds, and I have 1300 positive feedbacks, I strongly feel and know you have made a mistake.
Suraj
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12. Typical Day for Me here at Gin Gin
Lately, whenever I start a new work project (today it was my timber planter for Etsy- just putting the finishing touches on it!) I have my own personal plane that flies over - North to South or South to North. This has been an ongoing thing for years, since I lived at Rangari. The pilot is a mongrel. And, it is akin to my neighbours who used to make noises whenever I went outside (read my photo story “Finally, some normalcy when I walk outside into the garden.”) You know I grew up on a farm, where there were no planes, no trucks, no cars, and no people, in fact it was awesome. And then I also lived at Rangari farm for 10 years, again with no trucks or cars - although unfortunately in this period I did have planes.
After moving further North, the planes have somewhat ceased. Occasionally I still hear one, but living this close to neighbours, I think that plane feels he/she can no longer get away with flying over me constantly. MONGREL. Although as per typically now, last night at 330am thereabouts, a car just drives in and sits outside my unit for 10minutes or so, until I am fully awake, (with the help of Neville, my 72 yr old neighbour who wakes me up with coughing sounds from his app). Then when I look, they leave. MONGRELS.
WAKE UP POLICE AND DO SOMETHING ABOPUT MONGRELS
BTW, my planters, see above, did not sell well at all! so, I just stick to seeds
13. Re-creations
Mmm! I do enjoy watching a good drama!
Including this one, (6 Feet Under) even though there’s dogs on this show now (repeats on Binge), too bad. Least all episodes are included this time around – interesting amazing story line.
But, so, what the dogs do, is they find something out of my past, and they kind of recreate it, or more, remind me of it, and do signs - it’s not really obvious to most people watching, but I know there are a lot of others who can see plain as day. It seems to be a type of humiliation game for the dogs in the entertainment industry. I also mentioned it on “Look alikes or doubles from TV Movie Agents in Australia” on p4.
(Btw, if you say this is what certain people within the Tv/Movie do to Mental Health sector, and many other sectors, they will call you crazy – they are completely STUPID, and blind as bats). But many Tv/Movie people give themselves away quite happily.
Some of the ‘re-creations’ are absolutely disgusting. When they recreate the past, they often manipulate it, so they don’t really stick to the truth, or they are bias. Dogs who play sides. Its total manipulation. Oooh nooo, nothing annoying about that in the middle of a story line. They gets things WRONG all the time. And often feels like a witch hunt with false accusations like back in the day, The Witches Of Salem.
Beat it! and get a life you stupid dogs. The show Virgin River does it too – more reflections. L Reflections - this is what someone who is really stupid does. Maybe you should think about that, think about how you can take control of your own thoughts, rather than do somebody else’s reflections. I’m bloody offended and enraged by stupid little bimbos doing reflections. Skank off, you stupid little dogs. BEEP BEEP SOUND EDITORS
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
(they are on Youtube too, ABC news)
14. Art Ban on Australian website Redbubble
I sell my designs on RedBubble, not that I’ve sold much, but I want to take this opportunity to express my disgust for the coward people who run this website, (according to wiki: Barry Newstead, Peter Styles and Paul Vanzella) Even though this is website hasn’t ‘banned’ me – they threaten to;
The only reason they have not, is because I have my textile designs on here only. I do not have my photos of real life, and my real-life stories, which some most definitely falls under the category of art – art imitating life. And this is an ART website! I did post one picture, one that I felt was way too important not to, regarding psychological abuse that goes on in primary schools by teachers, {“Bully teachers in Australian public primary schools”, P1}, and they instructed me to remove it otherwise they will delete my account. So, you know, as far as internet goes, if I can’t even put my art on an artistic website, absolute shame on them, shame on this country shame, shame on Australia for not equipping people to be able to deal with the truth (so shame on Morning Television shows too). COWARDS
Australia: Hickleberry Bully country.
Also, according to wiki, someone put up on RB, a comical strip about Nazis, obviously having a go at them, making fun of their monstrous ways, and the bloody Jewish people complained about it, even though, if they have properly understood the comic strip it is plain obvious that they’re making fun of Nazis, trying to portray how WRONG THEY ARE, and taking the Jewish side, so to speak. Yet it was the Jewish people that put in a complaint: silly Jews; you know, they just must have seen the word NAZIS, and totally flipped out, unable to comprehend anything else, just like how a person hears someone’s tone, rather than hear what they are actually saying (stoopid people do this). You know one ought to make people conscious of the nazi personality. You cannot change something if you are not aware of it. This is how positive (non-scary) change comes about – social consciousness.
Also, I was later contacted by RedBubble, who said if my controversial photo story involved ‘psychological abuse’ that goes on in primary schools by teachers WHO WERE WHITE PICKING ON BLACK STUDENTS, then they would have allowed it. UNBELIEVABLE
15. My Experience with the Gunnedah Creative Art Gallery in Chandos St
– committee; Eileen Mair, Shirley Urquhart, Louise Baker, Barb, Fonda Blackwell.
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Stole my good pen, first change over day.
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Stole my eski cooler and drink bottle on my first meeting.
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Stole my artwork labels. Vandalized my mannequin on display, removed it from display.
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Did not pay me for cards sold, then paid reduced amount, and not say anything about incorrect invoice.
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Omitted to email me dates / changeovers / rosters.
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Accused me of nuisance harassment when I asked for dates and who decides the changeover dates. (Louise – you fucking idiot. I literally had no contact with any of those people for about 2mnths, (I failed to turn up at the monthly meeting once) so, no contact at all, except when I asked one of the girls for the dates of the art gallery change over times! Nuisance! WAKE THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID DOG, “Oh some girl I hardly know asked me a question! -she’s harassing me, she’s harassing me.” I just want to point out the difference between someone who has mental health problems and someone who is just plain stupid. THIS ONE IS plain stupid.
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Told me my artwork will not be hung (it actually was, but I was told it was really hard?) what the? Just being difficult and antagonistic – stupid women.
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Refused to answer any questions about weight maximums for hanging. (Eileen, cunt)
Are you all zombies? What is wrong with you? Get a grip, it isn’t WW3. The art gallery is a place of creativity - NOT War! All those bitchy women involved ought to be truly ashamed of themselves – Council has since put a man in there, as a fulltime position, maybe they will be more balanced now.
Little birdy told me that the Barraba Art Gallery ladies were much worse!!
Also, I noticed when I was at one of the meetings, that most attending where women, except two men, and the women responded to the men, in this most strange manner - it was like they were literally, and what I term “man worshippers”, doting on these men in unrealistic ways. I was kind of amused by it, and glad I was not blinded by men!
Later on, I needed to get some art work in there for an exhibition, but I didn’t want to drive all the way in, and David my landlord happened to be out at my place, so I told David about all the women at the art gallery how they were “man worshippers”, and so then he didn’t mind when I asked him if he might take my artwork in - on the back of his motorbike! He wanted to be around “man worshippers”, so he was glad to do it!! J I did not usually ask anything of David or Brenda, but I could not resist the opportunity as it presented. I do wonder what happened when he got there! Was he “man worshipped!”
I notice now, in 2022, there is notable “Abo Worshipping” going on, on the ABC, and SBS, and, yes, in unrealistic ways. If you empower a little bitch, she will just turn in to a big bitch. True of all little bitches. I found that certain people on the ABC are just that - Empowered to be stupid.
And another thing I wanted to mention about this art gallery, was that, there were girls who would just come and stand in front of me, and say things that didn’t really make any sense, like they weren’t actually talking to me, as in, having a conversation with me, but they wanted me to hear them, (isn’t that bloody typical of a tv personality?) and I think what they were trying to tell me was that there was no money at the gallery (because indeed they weren’t paying me to volunteer there on the weekends) but infact they were trying to steal money, or use me to raise money for breast cancer? Zombie talk? BUT it wasn’t for actually, a cure for breast cancer, or research, it was for women who supposedly had breast cancer, to stay in fancy hotels, and have massage. And the so called ‘sickly’ women, turns out, they didn’t have breast cancer at all, but were faking it for a massage break! And actually, it was on the news, a story about a woman who faked breast cancer, she admitted so. At the time I thought it was because she just wanted to get off work, and you’re not really allowed to just take time off work, you have to have a reason, it’s a societal norm, so that’s why she lied. But now I realize it was more about the massage.
So, all manner of bad things happens at art galleries, in my experience.
16. Photo Showing 2 Planes in Sky Above my House
The photo part is not hear, but often there was 2 planes messing about above my farmhouse at Rangari, near Gunnedah, NSW, Australila
- they used to fly around and around, generally being a total nuisance for hrs and hrs, on a weekly, if not daily basis, over years and years.
The local Prime news, at the time, one evening, said that the planes flying overhead in my area were from the Northwest flight school, owned by the army, however one day, when I was particularly fed up with all these planes flying over my house on the farm (in circles) - you know, that constant mmm noise, it’s pretty annoying. So I phoned them up to speak with them personally, to ask them why they were only flying over and around my farm? The person I spoke to was an old man and he seemed very grateful that I had called him, like I was doing him a favour? He did not seem to have any explanation about the planes? Who knows if I was speaking to the right person, sometimes I feel Telstra put me through to just anyone, and not the right person at all.
Just after I wrote this I sat down and watched the news, and in the finance bit, the guy said, Prime tv, had just been taken over by Seven, at a price of $131 million.
You know I really wonder if they just make it up as they go along, does anyone actually know what’s going on?
Little birdie told me they were doing fuel signs, as in “YOU ARE GIVING THE DOGS FUEL TO HAVE A GO AT YOU”
If that’s the case – piss off dogs.
Ohhhh, did I park outside your shop and not purchase anything? Or, oh yeah, did I not say hello to the stranger who walked past me down the street? and oh yeah, tthis one, did I not smile enough at the checkout chick?????? Fucking bimbos.
This photo story has been deleted multiple times, I have had to re upload it at least 3 times now.
17. Stain Sabotage, Happens All The Time on my Good clothes, not to mention Quality items
This happens all the time. I have a little dogs who are jealous of my clothes, and try to sabotage them, they also do it on my fabrics, and any other item of good quality that I purchased -sometimes they even swap item over for a poor quality and don’t think that I will notice, like the quality Coco from America, the premium petrol for my mower, the JellyBabies from Darrell Lea, and Pantene detangle conditioner. It’s a “gold star dog problem” that is taught by primary school teachers to little girls; they brainwash them into believing that if a person is not a certain standard then they’re not deserving of anything good like the gold star in 5th class. So those little girls apply the same principle in adult life but substituting the gold stars for quality items. They just love playing teacher - they are completely stupid. My huge 10yr old garden was snatched away from me for this reason. Partly from jealousy too, but mostly it was because I was happy. It seems happiness is what really ‘ticks’ other girls off.
18. Tyre Sabotage, 3 times in my life now;
Two young Chinese men, (actually who knows how young they were?, but Asian) who worked at the same company I worked at, called Discovery, put a nail under my tyre, so I would get a flat- lucky someone saw it on my way home, as it was going flat, and pointed it out to me from their car window, (an old man), so I could stop on my way home and get it swapped over, actually it just needed to be repaired - my first flat ever. So, I hope those two Chinese idiots get their comeuppance. Honestly, really and truly, what were you thinking putting a nail under my tyre; what did I do to you? I don’t even know you; some people have no common sense. Just want to fight – just like a little boy who has not grown up. The work place is full of such backwards juvenile-istic monkees from the playground – especially on a factory floor.
And the other time was when I lived on Peter Long and Sarah Ferguson’s farm, so you can read that story “2 pliers gone missing from Long Cottage, wire cutters similar to these” on page 3 under the “Items stolen at Rangari, Gunnedah” link – again, little boys who like to fight, throwing tantrums, and picking on a woman who won’t punch back. Suck cowards. I believe Peter was being ‘egged’ along by my jobs provider, Graham someone arather from JobLink Plus, or possibly the other way around. Suffice to say, pliers were angled under my tyre, so it would puncture it as I reversed out.
And the other time is when I took my car to Browns Tyres, and the gung-ho guy, pumped my tyres maximum amount of air, so that after driving around all week, one split and burst - lucky I was able to fix the other 3 before they burst too. So, I guess that last one wasn’t quite as malicious as the two previous ones, but this is an example of typical careless thoughtlessness that goes on in Gunnedah amongst men in their 30s and 40s.
And, is this a general man’s attitude; “there’s a single woman, attack attack” – seems like this is the case to me, I list 3 incidences here, but I know it is far more wide spread problem, with many people, 10’s of 1000’s, suffering from these ‘fighting delusions’. How stupid are they? Why the hell would any woman marry a deluded prick? They can’t be that good in bed. Farters.
By the way, I think back and look at the companies, various jobs, that I’ve worked. Some of them, I think, you know what, what was the point of working there aside from being able to purchase a meal at the end of the day and rent at the end of the week? - they just didn’t seem to offer anything aside from fight and drudgery.
I guess that Discovery business would fit that bill. Only, I just thought of something; when I was there one day, one of the girls said we have to drive down to this particular bakery on Marrickville rd, and get some of their rolls for lunch. Okay, sure I said, even though it was obvious she just wanted to use me for my car and petrol; as I usually never purchased lunch, I always made sandwiches in the morning. But I was happy to go along with it for once, especially driving in my new car at that particular point. (Btw, she was a Volkswagen Beetle driver, she said her whole family had one!) So off we went at 11:45am one day, she insisted we leave early because otherwise there’s a queue.
This bakery sold not only normal bread, but they had a Vietnamese lunch, which is called Banh mi. And for $2 they made up one of their French Baguettes with a choice of 4 options, I chose the meatballs with coriander grated carrot and onion, which they make up right infront of you - but, it was truly the nicest lunch I’ve ever eaten - total bargain too. Well worth experiencing, even if I had to go through the whole experience of working at that bad company there all that time.
And by the way that Vietnamese Bakery is still in operation today, and it still has queues that go down the whole block!! - Hong Ha Bakery 1151 Botany Rd, Mascot NSW 2020
You know, growing up we, in Australia, did not even know what coriander was, let alone be able to purchase it! Thank God we finally discovered it.
I should say, this is called “Tyre Sabotage, 3 times in my life now”, but, my “foot” was also attacked; my boots were sabotaged with a hole, so I would get to plantar fasciitis - collapsed arch. It was done deliberately in the same manner that my tyres were attacked, like those first two times. Done by a stupid nonthinking evil twit, who has imagined (for their own FIGHTING ENJOYMENT) some sort of issue, with ME, a complete stranger, I mean talk about delusional. They have gone into their heads in so much detail that they have plotted this evil attack on me. I really can’t believe how mentally messed up the person (at least 3 different ones who have done these attacks on me, are. I would just like to point out, it is the police that put the opposite of those ‘mentally delusion’ people, the ones who are coming up with all these fighting delusions, so the opposite person, in a mental health unit “to see if I was ‘crazy’. So, the actual people who are really fucked in the head, get to go free. SCOTT FREE. Stupid Sharon Morgan.
I need to mention when I went to check again today (2nd June 2023), what the name of that jobs provider was, all my Jobs provider emails had been deleted from my outlook, so not just the emails from JobLink Plus, but from all agencies over the past 10 years or so. And this jobs provider, was the one who arranged those Mac Work Boots for me – the ones that had been sabotaged with a hole in the sole, so to cause “Collapsed Arch”, I still cannot walk – 6yrs later.
I did further check the server at Google, re the emails, and there they were still (sometimes emails are deleted off the server too, but not these ones). The guy’s name was Graham Kent, working alongside Courtney Lang, who I thought looked like same girl from SYTYCD, Courtney the rose twirler. She had arranged the boots from Blue Denim in Gunnedah. I am 100% certain that someone sabotaged those boots DELIBERATLEY. Given my suspicions about Graham and Peter, I can only assume it was him. I know he will be burning in hell. What is wrong them? Such a weird thing to do – to someone who has not actually done anything to them to warrant any type of revenge or attack; like did I kill your wife? Did I steal from you, did I interrupt your life in some sort of major negative way? Did you think we were in some sort of special “fighting” relationship? NO AND NO! I DID NOT, we don’t even know each other, we have hardly ever spoken, stupid, you stupid looser.
I am not sure if this situation is related to the school principal Graham Cone, from Limbri? It may be – guilty consciousness and all.
The truth will come out – there is nothing you can do about it, attacking my feet, and car tyres, is not going to save you. You are doomed.
Oh wait, there’s more tyre sabotage, read my “4 Wheels AND 4 Tyres, stolen, off my Daewoo car near Gunnedah” on Page “Items stolen at Rangari”. So, 6 attacks on my tyres and foot. What the fuck? Truly obsessed with me, my car, and my feet - Stop putting YOUR retarded social dysfunction on me.
You know, I love my PC and the internet. I have microsoft Outlook set up, with at least 10 email addresses that I check constantly. I also use Outlook to set daily reminders, like “Rent due today” or “Remember to switch cameras on when you go out so dogs don’t steal from you”.
So, my latest reminder is this “car council dogs literally trying to destroy me – so plant trees, so they can destroy my trees, and not my feet”. Re my story “Non thinking Sarina Council killing Native Trees for no reason other than SPITE”. It would be the same type of person who killed my tree, that is the same type of person who sabotaged my tyres, and my work boots – same person, same child.
Oh, I just remembered something else about my work boots; when I first got a pair of work boots with steel cap toe, I absolutely loved them. I really liked them because the steel toe created an effect of a BIG BUBBLE OF IN-PENETRATION. I thought my feet felt completely safe. I remember looking at my shoes, wearing them, maybe every time I put them on infact, and thinking regularly “too bad if you wanted to stub my toe – YOU JUST CAN’T ha ha!”
I’m thinking some stupid fucking juvenile dog bimbo, has heard my thinking, and thought ‘want to make a bet’. And has put the hole in my new work boots (that also had a Steel cap toe), arranged by Joblink plus, so the arch would collapse within only 6mnths of wearing them, and my foot would have been sabotaged despite IN-PENETRATION. Again – this problem, no doubt stemming from being single. No penetration allowed – stupid little dogs.
Here is a good spot to remention; I often feel like I am being targeted by retailers, specifically the same ones, who have made me their ‘personal mission’ to get all my shopping needs for me – control freak girls. It’s like they have taken it upon themselves to know exactly what I want, or need, and go about getting it. Often, I find, one of their aims, possible one of the girls, is to find ‘seconds’, plus things that no one else will want, poorer quality items, and either give that to me via online shopping or place it in my path - and sometimes not even for reduced cost ‘seconds’ price either (several times I noted, if I purchased something instore, on spur of the moment thing, and get ‘good’ product, the next week or so, the item is swapped over for a faulty one, they literally ‘break and enter’ into my unit and swap – this is how unhealthy dog territorial obsessed with me those stupid retail women thieves are (were once girls, but still 30yrs later even when they mature into a woman, and ought to know better – they still do it – little irrisponsible girls still). At one point I sent the board of Wesfarmers (owner of many, in particular Kmart), an email and told them about their retail dogs. Maybe they did something about it?
Actually, as a quick side bar, btw, that whole ‘finding items that nobody else will want’ - this also applies to men, as in women who know annoying nuisance socially retarded men that nobody wants, and they send them my way. I have encountered a lot of dysfunctional men. Hey bimbos; I don’t want your dysfunctional friends. I would say that would be the number one reason why I have such a problem with idiots, who drive around me and my place all day long sometimes. Those bimbos have given them something to do; to get them away, and out of the rest of society - and onto my back. Actually, I have found lately, just thinking about this, and what those women have done to their idiot friends, and even by writing about it now. I think it makes a difference. Nobody wants to feel like they’re being used for nuisance purposes. There has been a reduction in the pervert hoons, a few times now I have had conversations with my neighbours – without interjection from hoons, re you loose you win. Having said that, yesterday arvo when I was collecting seed, (Callistemon viminalis), I am fairly certain there was same dump truck following me around, from the Earth moving place across the road…….stalking neighbours. And that same truck kept driving back and forth outside my unit until 2:30am where finally they (he or she) decided to say goodbye and farewell by compression braking outside the units. What the fuck? Loser-fuck off.
Anyway, back to retail victimization; I suspect sometimes, this may have been the same for my parents too – the whole “see them coming” situation; At the end of my year six, just before leaving for school, my parents gave me for Christmas that year, a new maroon leather luggage set. And it was quite absurd, because the big bag was humongous! I mean, it’s the biggest luggage bag you have ever seen, you could fit not just 1 dead body, but 2 dead bodies inside it, it was huge! Not practical! So, when I rocked up to school with my big bag, there was an unspoken issue with the men who had been arranged to transport all our luggage from the dormitories to the bus stop. Basically, they refused to carry my bag. (Wingy Pathetic Weaklings).
And so, as a young ‘oompa loompa’ girl, in fact, every year, at the end of each term, I had to take my big bag, down the 600m or so to where the buses were arriving. {Except 1 term -I think it was in year 11? I remember it well, such joy, as for once I did not have to lug my luggage. – “get back down there, were you belong”}.
In fact, I think it was the gardeners who were meant to do the luggage. They used to operate ‘under the radar’ – they didn’t have anything to do with the girls, occasionally I would see one walking outside – they were big men, in their 30’s/40’s. I suspect those were the same gardeners who would lock the toilet gate near our House, so I couldn’t use them, and so I would have to use the ones near the science block, that had low walls, and they would look over the wall as I used them – perves. Disgusting stupid creatures.
And do you see how ALL problems in my life can be traced back to a female bimbo, girl retailer trying to flog off unwanted luggage.
I tell you, nobody else is going look after your child. Those perverts have caused all sorts of ongoing ‘toilet’ related issues ever since, I still have nightmares about public toilets. Plus, I am fairly certain those gardeners formed a ‘perve network’, and still perve to this day if they can. Word gets around in pervert circles.
You know, after I was forced to move from my farm at Rangari; when I turned up at Peter Longs cottage, on their farm, (Peter Long the lawyer). I literally had (and still have) a whole list of people/ institutions that ought to be SUED. But instead of doing what he was meant to do in this life, he was so obsessed with trying to be a ‘tough bastard’, to control and to manipulate, and coming up with evil plans; girl attack plans, like stealing my sleepers, putting pliers under my wheels so I’d get a flat, and putting pebbles in my dishwasher. He was blind to the situation. Idiot. I can see now why he was relegated to Gunnedah, and no longer works in the city.
19. Bitch Wind
I was reminded of this story when I was watching a documentary about some famous yachtsmen, and he stated, he knows about “Bitch wind”! Photo above taken 1 week before I was given notice to Leave. Those landlords totally screwed me.
One fine calm spring day, I was outside in the shade house, preparing some Eucalyptus trays. I had the soil in the tubes, and then I had just sprinkled the very fine seed over the soil, I thought I should take the trays just across to the veggie patch, where the fine spray irrigation was on the potatoes, so the tubes could get a good watering under there at the same time.
As I was walking across, on this most still day, suddenly out of nowhere, a gust of wind, blew all my fine seeds off, as soon as it had blown them, gone! It came out of nowhere and then it left - it was literally like the wind sneezed all over my seed tray, and I had to re-sprinkle them.
Some sense of humour the wind has. I have a new nickname for the wind now, bitch wind. There’s absolutely no other possible explanation for it, the wind saw an opportunity, and could not resist it. Just like the dogs.
20. Beauty advice for Ladies
Advice for young girls; stay away from beauty therapists, they do hopeless jobs; missing great big sections when they wax, burn your eyelashes off, they make eyebrows lopsided with no apologies, and they cause pain when underarm waxing, under the pretence of a treatment. They are thieves; they just want to screw other women out of as much money as possible, especially women who they think are rich, they also do not keep appointments by locking the shop at my appointment time. And the new online bookings, the IT nerds change the time, so I book for 1:30, and I turn up at 1:15, they saying it was booked for 1 and I am late, then charge my cc a late fee of $20, when infact I was not late, I was 15 minutes early (they take cc at booking time) they are thieves.
The type of person attracted to being a beauty therapist is a bimbo. Burn in hell bimbo dogs.
I have to mention, I’ve had two really good waxers in my 30yr waxing life - thank you thank you thank you
Also, I have to add, I am always polite, friendly and respectful. Their stupid bad behaviour is their own volition. Little birdy told me – behaviour specific to me, discrimination. They discriminate against you, if you are not attractive – stupid little female bimbos.
And, while I am at it, if you think you need a colonic, then there’s something mentally wrong with you. You need to eat a good diet, high in fibre. Eat your greens! And don’t be so gullible.
Oh, I just remembered, another good waxer in Tamworth, actually, she was BRILLIANT! What reminded me of her, was since I saw her, about 10 years ago, I’ve barely needed to go to get my legs waxed (been waxing for 30 years).
So eventually, I need to get them done again, and I went to a place in Bundaberg, and the girl who did, well, I’m pretty sure she didn’t wax them at all she just cut the hairs off at the skin, so it was just in effect like shaving, (not to mention the big square burn patch she left behind on my inner thigh). So, the next day I had stubble, what you get when you shave! And then just a few weeks later, I have to go get them waxed again! So basically after 10 years of not having to wax because they’re so slow growing, now I have to wax regularly again! Hopeless little girls. So, I don’t think those waxers really have any idea what they’re doing, bar this girl in Tamworth - she knew exactly what she was doing. I went to find out her name. but the business where she was, is now called Nails for You, so I don’t know what happened to her, and I have no idea what her name was or what her business was called, unfortunately, (this was before I recorded everything).
I seem to have forgotten to mention what prompted me to write this in the first place and that’s because now I don’t have any eyelashes! and I believe it was 100% caused by a beauty therapist who tinted my eyelashes (in my 30’s) and she left the bleach on my eyelashes for so long that it has damaged them, and so now I don’t have any eyelashes at all, and I only did it once and that was the result. So definitely do not get your eyelashes tinted, and generally if you can avoid beauty therapist, I recommend you do.
Oh, and occasionally I have been to a masseuse, - quite dissimilar from a typical beauty girl, but still, I have found since women are such nosy Medalling Marys, you literally have to tell a masseuse that you prefer not to speak, that you are just there to relax.
21. My Fiery Horse Story
One day whilst eating my lunch (slow cooked brisket on fresh homemade bread sandwich J) I was watching a documentary called CrossFit, and well, what a whole new world they have got going on within that subsector! Fascinatingly fit! Then I was reminded of my “HayBale” story from school, and as I was trying to find it, as I think it was missing, I realised not only was it missing, but my “My fiery Horse” story was missing. I managed to find the My fiery Horse story, and will upload it as a photo story;
I was reminded of this story after someone said, if you just read one or two of my photo stories, you might think “oh what a whinger”. It’s not really until you read the whole lot, where you can see that I am not a whinger at all, I’m just doing something about evil in this world. I am NOT turning a blind eye like most people do. Some things are just hard to hear.
In fact, someone once told me, I have a Joan of Arc complex, and someone else said that you can’t change the world, and another person said people are going to be the same now as they were 500 years ago. And I would just like to say to that; no no and no! You can change the world; I’ve seen it evolve in my brief lifetime already. People are not the same today as they were even only 50 years ago, let alone 500 years, attitudes are quite different. And while, I did see a ghost once, there was no instructions to rid Australia of the English monarch! Although really, still?
(I have written about this before, where I described humans are on a clear path of evolvement, I just searched everywhere for that one, and it’s gone; I can’t believe how many stories go missing from my computer, my life stories. Do I need to spell it out; you can’t steal my life stories thanks very much; do you want to be in debt to me? I think not.)
My fiery horse story;
I was riding a horse one day at school, it wasn’t my usual pony ‘Bunyip’. (Another story that has gone missing; Bunyips long black mane…) Anyway, this horse was unfamiliar to me, and a tall horse, not a pony. We had been on an ‘outing’, outside the school, and were returning, there was about 6 girls and 3 horse-riding instructors (actually, I think they were just 3 friends from yr 12, I can’t remember now) It was windy, and halfway on the stretch back, my horse really started playing up, there was something majorly wrong with him, and that was just to begin with, but then the other girls made these completely bitchy comments to me and took off home. I got totally pissed off by their bitchyness, and I’m certain then, that my horse could tell that there was something wrong with me, (I know he could) he could sense my anger. 12yrs old brats, could be absolutely brutal (can’t remember who they were). So, I was trying my damnedest to control this horse, (but I was still in my small ‘oompaloompa’ phase! He was about 2 steps short of pig rooting me off completely and bolting up the paddock. So, one of the instructors, I remember now, Miss Burton, she sidled up to me and tried to grab him, she then saw the problem. Meanwhile, the other 2 ‘instructors’ started to winge and have a go at me, about why I was still there, and hadn’t gone off with all the other girls, and, that I had no control over my horse, and I was hopeless. (Well, that last part may have been my interpretation, the implication, besides, they could NOT see the horse situation) I think they just wanted to have a smoke.
But Miss Burton could see the situation, this horse was in an absolute ferocious state of mind, it took both of us, all our might, arm muscles and mental abilities, to stop him from going categorically berserk.
Now I don’t know if this horse was acting out due to all the rage that 12yrs old girls encounter, or, if he was just fed up about the whole carting around 12yrs old girls thing. We made it home exhausted but safely in the end, thank goodness.
So, I was reminded of this story, as my life is not like what other girls experience when they journey through life. I am not saying that everyone else’s life is easy, as I know it is not, and other people have other challenges, ones that I do not have.
But powers that be, sometimes cannot see the ferocious dysfunction that I have to deal with. Just like that horse and the other 2 instructors who could not see him.
There are people I encounter, filled with monumental amounts of rage and ignorance, and I have to face them and their dysfunction in the form of their stalking, thefts, verbal harassment, discrimination and manipulations. These are not trivial problems; these are big raging social problems. I know, a lot of those people who torment me by the “oh what a whinger” attitude, should be dam grateful that they don’t have to deal with the thefts and the rest of it, because I can assure you, those people could NOT handle it.
And I am especially talking about all the women who has tried to remove any of my writings from public.
22. Horse Hay Bale story – and ‘Stop and Deal’. Don’t be a slow reactor
I talk about how hard I worked in the garden, doing everything myself. I gave it no thought, if something had to be done, I just did it. It’s only looking back, now as my arms ache, where I can see, there are things I should not have done, because I just wasn’t muscley enough, and my body wasn’t able to handle all of that strain; like all the chain-sawing I did, I shouldn’t of done all that, as my chainsaw was huge, with a 22 inch bar, it was just too heavy for a petite woman, for repeated use, maybe if I just cut down 1 tree here and there, it would be fine, but if you recall, I had a whole pine forest that I thinned down (The Scent of a Pine photo story), with careful selection to aid a few big pines -unfortunately I should not have done that because of my weakling arms, or at least space it out, so maybe instead of going in for a morning, and cutting 10 trees, just do 1 every day.
Then there was that post I put in; I went and cut down a huge big 20m high ironbark gum from up the paddock, cut it up, so I ended up with a really long post, dragged it back down to the house with a chain attached to the Ute and, then, after the pool excavator dug a 2m deep hole for me, I somehow manage to lift this huge heavy ironbark post which would’ve been at least 6m long, up and into that hole, which I then cemented. You know I really wish I had a video of myself doing that, I would put it up on YouTube! It was quite an extraordinary feat! But there was one other thing I most definatly shouldn’t have done, I felt afterwards at the time, I really pushed myself too hard, and that was filling the wheelbarrow full of spare excavated dirt, full, and moving it 100m down the hill around and up to an area where it was needed; As I was getting closer to the spot, I suddenly felt my heart thump thump thump, and I realised I had pushed myself too hard, and had messed up my perfect heart, a little bit - just a little. If you recall one of my photo stories (St Leonards Nature Care College FOULPLAY Drop Face AND HIVES From Homeopath), I mention I later took homeopathic medicine for a little wart, and my heart again, went thump thump thump thump (really loudly – so loud, first I thought something was on the roof) so it may have been related to that incident, and the medication was ‘fixing’ the problem that I had done? Or the homeopath tried to give me a stroke? I know they wanted to give me Hives as a joke, as in they thought it would be funny. But I’m not sure about my heart, I don’t know fully how my body works, it’s a bit of a mystery sometimes. -I know they don't know either, amateurs.
Someone told me that the reason why I don’t give a second thought to strenuous activity, was because at school when I was tiny, still in my ‘oompa loompa’ phase in Year 7, those of us who did horse-riding, had to do horse duties. Which, amongst other things, consisted of feeding the horses in winter, with Hay, I had to go into the huge shed, and get a bale down from this mountain sky-high pile of hay, then take it all the way down to the horse paddock and 'hand deliver' to the horse. When you’re a tiny Year 7 little girl, this is quite difficult. And so, because I did that at a young age, I learnt how to do something fairly impossible, with my strength, and then that’s an ability I learnt, and still have. NOTHING IS TOO HEAVY FOR ME! I do believe having done this as a child, is the reason why I have taken on so many tasks as an adult that I should not have, like all the chain sawing and whipper snippering I’ve done - heavy duty things that a petite frame with no muscles, should not do, and not only because men are far more suited to the task, but it is from these activities which have caused so much pain in my older years. At age 45, I really lost the ability to use my arms without pain for anything, the simple task of holding a book whilst reading it, is out of the question, even scrolling through Pinterest has problems, even holding my cup of coffee in the morning is out of the question. It’s because I ‘over did it’ by putting too much strain with not enough muscles on my arms. So, if you have petite skinny scrawny arms, do not try and do excessive amounts of chain sawing. You know, some forewarning would have been appreciated (I think) I can just hear the powers that be saying “you gotta figure it out as you go” but there’s been so many generations, generation after generation after generation - this kind of stuff should’ve been figured out many generations ago, and then talked about, in preparation for future generations! I mean, what the hell is the point of school, did they teach us anything to prepare us for the future? I mean we can read and write, big deal. But there is more to life that we need to know about. Or maybe these kind of topics should be discussed within the family; it was always considered ‘poor form’ to talk about health problems in my family. My grandmother told me this is so, because if you point out your flaw, then that person will remember you only for the flaw, which I’ve kind of noticed is true, but if you inundate them with a lot of different things, that rectifies that!! Also, some people will use any weakness you have to their advantage, so if they know you’ve got a sore hand, they’ll come and give you a big handshake and squeeze your hand extra tight - that kind of thing. But in my experience that goes on whether you tell or not. Some people will seek out the flaw like a sniffer dog finding the truffle. Maybe this kind of thing doesn’t happen to a lot of people? maybe people can do excessive amounts of work and reach the ripe old age of 70 and still not have any aches or pains? I know my next-door neighbours at Gin Gin are in their late 70s, neither of them have arthritis, they are both still very active, they have a huge garden. So, maybe it’s just a genetic thing. I think this is a family topic, we should be encouraged to talk about family health awareness and family DNA, health history. You can see why being adopted here would be a problem. I kind of have an issue with adoption, best to be raised by your own flesh and blood, however I’m pretty sure my friend, who was adopted, it worked out for her, and if you read my “Family Photo with Big Boobs Story” you’ll hear about my mother’s adopted plight. I do recall my aunt giving me some advice when I was 26, when I was repainting her mother’s house. And you know what, her advice was crap, she just wanted to ‘powertrip’ and tell me what to do, when she clearly was inexperienced. Had she told me about the whole arm thing, now that would have been helpful. I can assure you, not be able to use your arms properly, as intended, when you reach age 45 is a huge impediment. Oh, not being sick gives one a ‘wiry’ strength, as soon as you catch a virus, you lose that ‘wiry’ strength, well I did.
And same as how putting up with pain as a child, teaches you to ignore it when your older; kneeling in church twice a week at same school; teaches your body to ignore important safety signals) Like another time, when I noted I had a bit of pain in my foot, but I didn’t bother to check it straight away, I just kind of ignored it as it was not that bad, and well, I was in the middle of doing something. But if I had of just checked my foot straightaway, quickly, I could’ve removed that piece of Wood chip that had slipped in my shoe and saved myself some pain.
I have heard many other people do it to, like getting bitten by spiders and ignoring it until they have finished the lawnmowing or whatever, only ending up in dire straights.
Advise that teachers and parents ought to give out; Really and truly, if you are experiencing pain of any kind, stop immediately, whatever you’re doing and address it. “Stop and Deal. Don’t be a slow reactor!”
I think also, people ignore it, is because when they were kids growing up, they had to endure problems, they didn’t have any control over, so they learnt; there’s no point in dealing with it, they have endure.
23. My Stolen Black Beauty Horse Story
I’ve mentioned on this blog my love of horses, and horse riding. I’ve done a fair amount of horse-riding in my life and considering I’ve never actually owned a horse, have been fairly fortunate.
Aside from my wonderful Kootingal experience as an infant. My horse experience got more serious when we moved to Gunnedah, on to a farm, ‘Holwood’, and our neighbours, had horses, plus a girl who was the same age as me in my class. We would sometimes go riding, and her mother taught me how to ‘rise to the trot’, if you don’t know how to ‘rise to the trot’, things can be quite bumpy, when you learn how to ‘rise to the trot’, everything is much smoother, and it kind of feels like a bit of a miracle! I remember seeing her mother many years later, and noted she was quite a striking woman, I thought if she couldn’t teach me to rise to the trot, then no one could! J They also owned a black stallion, and I remember wondering up the paddock with Christina, and talking to this black stallion, he would come trotting over as soon as he saw us thrilled to be able to “talk to the girls”. - Oh, that reminds me, another story that was stolen. I was talking about, where I mentioned “Black Beauty” was on TV, and I wasn’t allowed to watch it, as it was on at 8:30, and our bedtime was 6:30! But I was fortunate because my neighbours had a black stallion, I had a real Black Stallion!
I also mentioned about a movie I watched about a wild black stallion who was on a boat being taken over to Arabia, and there was a big storm, the whole boat capsized, but a young boy saved the horse, and they both ended up swimming to deserted island, the rest of the movie was about how these two got to know one another on the island, I guess until someone saved them. (I think it was called The Black Stallion?) I later, not so long ago now, watched a similar movie, but I think it had been changed from the original? And I took an image from that movie, along with that story, it was an image of a sand dune with a horse in the background, it wasn’t a significant image. I suspect some stupid little idiot has deleted that story, because of that image, so I encourage you to take photos of movies and stick them on the Internet, because some little dickhead IT nerd boy shouldn’t be allowed to hack my computer and delete images, just because they think there’s a copyright issue. There is not btw, taking snapshots of movies is not illegal in any way. (I went on YouTube and looked up “The Black Stallion”, there was a trailer, I think that was it, got a similar screenshot)
Attention all computer hackers – FUCK OFF AND GET YOUR OWN LIFE
{So, as I’ve been thinking about all my horse stories, and discovering all of the stories that have been stolen of my PC, there has also been a whole series of coinciding seed sales. So, I think somebody is stealing them and the same person or maybe a different person who is making it their business to pay attention to my stories, is purchasing my seeds every time something gets stolen! What the!}
And, another little horse didi; I did horse-riding at school. One day it was “Share your horse with a handicap day” – it was this community program that the school participated in. For some reason that day I was running late, something that usually never happens. So, by the time I got there, all the horses were taken, and class had started. So, one of the teachers said I could ride her horse. She had a beautiful black thoroughbred; I think it was. When I started riding this horse, I could not believe it – it was like a dream. That horse was so easy, she could sense everything that was required of her, and sometimes in advance, as the teacher was taking the class, so the horse could read the teacher too. It was so different to the school ponies I was used to, who by their age had had a fair enough of little girls who wanted to ride about!! Another lucky and blessed experience, I shall never forget it.
24. Cornfields Stolen Horse Story
Another story stolen off my PC! What is the obsession with my horse stories?
Here it is again, I found a similar image online of the actual Cornfields. Btw, all images I use on my blog are “Public Domain -Free for personal and commercial use” so if some stupid little boy is deleting my stories because they think there is copyright infringements THINK AGAIN you stupid little kid.
Do you see how thieves ruin everything? They should be shot.
So, my story goes, our other neighbours at ‘Holwood’, actually also our landlord, owned horses too, and I could ride over there .They had a few cornfields, that I absolutely loved riding in, their roads were sandy smooth, so no stones that a horse could stumble on, plus the corn was 8ft high, I just loved riding through those cornfields, nothing could spook the horse, so I went as fast as I could get the horse to go, and she just loved it to, we were a great duo, having the times of our lives. I did have to walk the horse afterwards, so she would not catch a cold – all sweaty
25. Horse Stories Continued; Fast Riding, School Girl Bullies, and Women in The Race Industry
And when I left for boarding school, I did horse-riding at school, I was able to get a few good gallops in, there was a large paddock out the back, with a gully and a long straight, and again I would just love going as fast as I could. I think some of the other horse riders noticed that I sometimes used to ride really fast, and I’m not sure why, but none of the other girls would go for good gallops like I did, I think maybe they were slightly fearful, or afraid to go really fast. Not only afraid of the horse and the unknown, but afraid of not being ‘ladylike’. Thus, they became not only jealous of me, but afraid of me. {see how women are womens worst enemy} One time when I was out for a ride, on my own (I was always on my own, after my ‘horsy’ friend Michelle left, due to bullies) and I was riding down the back near the huge pines adjoin the oval, and there were some girls hiding in the in the pines, they were yelling out obscenities of some sort. I couldn’t see who it was, the pines were too thick - and that was there aim, typical females, such cowards. I’m thinking maybe it was the same girls who had a go at me when riding during class one time, if you recall my “Fiery Horse story”. Its strange I can’t remember their faces or names, as they were in my year – and you know how I love to Name and Shame! So, the bullying involved repeatedly trying to “put me in my place” so to speak, and use oppression tactics. Also, trying to ‘rain on my parade’ is another example of what they did, if I was happy, then they would try to ruin whatever the subject of the happiness, without coming across as a bitches, (no social media or phone recorders back then), so if I was on my own and no one was around to witness there was bitchy behaviour. {Even if you have more money than you know what to do with, you really shouldn’t send your kids away to boarding school, no one else is going to look after your kids, no one - you’re naive if you think they will. Having said that I’ve come across mothers who are so bloody hopeless, boarding school would actually be a better option for their kids.}
It’s also strange how in life you can have so many problems which can cause great big conflicts, but amongst girls there doesn’t seem to be any real problems in the first place, at all, yet they still cause these great big conflicts, due to their mere stupid bitchy jealous nature. I noted a lot of these girls don’t grow out of either, they continue the stupid jealous reactions well into adulthood.
So, I know how to enjoy life, (on my own) I’ve known for a very long time, I’ve known all my life how to be happy, and positive. I’ve had to deal with stupid jealous bitches all my life, - well, since High school anyway. I know how to deal with them; the best way to deal with them is to completely not have them in your life, it’s the only real solution, if you want to be happy – no bitches at all.
I used to love riding fast, so much, that I probably should’ve been a jockey, back then! I was certainly tiny enough for it, but back then, girls weren’t jockeys. I do believe later they did a big thing in Australia, around Melbourne Cup Day, around about 2000 - 2002 sometime, when feminists (or stupid bitches) were putting female jockeys in the Melbourne Cup, and as a result, they were totally bitchy to the existing young male jockeys who were already lined up to go. I saw it all unfold on television, it was a disaster, and ever since then I feel like the Melbourne Cup has been rigged anyway.
26. What, No Horse at Rangari!
When I moved to the farm at Rangari I decided I wouldn’t see, if I could somehow obtain a horse to ride, I felt I couldn’t really afford to do the shoeing. I found the shoeing was the most expensive part about horse-riding, or keeping a horse, because there was plenty to eat, I think maybe in drought times it could’ve been a different situation, but for the most part, there was no food expenses, and when I rode Batman, he certainly didn’t have any medical issues. The only thing I had to pay for, was the shoeing. Everybody knows a horse has hooves, which grow, and so every 2 months or so, the shoes (that u shaped piece of wrought iron) falls off and they need to be re-done (they can injure the horse if not done by hand) And so while perhaps in the olden days, it would be easy enough to get someone to do it, I feel as the years went by, it was getting harder to find someone to come out to a farm and do this service. I wasn’t confident that I could find someone reliable enough to do it, a shoe smith is not a job for the fainthearted. It requires someone with strength, so only a man could do this as a full-time job. He needs to hold up the horses back leg, which is very heavy, even a small horse has a heavy back leg, and he has to hold it the whole time while they remove the old shoe, and put the new shoe on. So, the type of person needed to do this particular job needs not only strength, but they have to be good natured to deal with animals, as well as honest, because he’s someone who travels out to people‘s private properties. So, I was not confident that I would have a reliable person to do it, even if I scraped enough money up to pay him. {even though I did have someone good to do the shoeing for Batman, but that was the other side of town}.
I definitely missed riding batman.
That reminds me of another story; I had set up pine jumps on one of the paddocks at “Rowan Leigh” there was a big contour bank, and the farmer had chopped down the pines, they’re bit of a weed out there (the ones that have the divine pine scent). And so, I had taken those dead pine trunks, and turned them into jumps. Even though Batman was a trained Stockhorse, and he knew it; so was reluctant to do anything else, he would only oblige me and my jumping, because I loved it so much. Provided, I didn’t make the jumps too high; I remember one-day, seeing how high I could get him to jump, I got off him, and made the jump taller making sure he was watching so he could see I was making twice as high. I made sure it was the first jump in the row (there were about 15 jumps, all spaced about 20m apart) I raised the first one, because, Batman did not like to jump like all the other horses, at a steady canter, he liked to jump going at a full gallop, what I called like a ‘Bat out of Hell’!
So hopefully for the first one, he still would not be going too fast – so we set off, but sure enough he balked, and I could see what was about to happen, I was about to fall on top of the jump -you can’t stop gravity no matter how good are rider you are, and so I moaned in anticipation, and at that point my head was kind of up near Batman‘s ear, and he heard me moaning, and so do you know what this horse did, it was fairly unbelievable, I’m not sure you’ll believe me when I tell you, but as soon as he heard me moan, he moved his whole body in a right angle, so he kind of caught me as I was coming down, so instead of landing on the jump, I landed back in the saddle, a bit skew-whiff but nevertheless I didn’t fall off, so how about that! He literally saved me! You know it really does pay to express yourself, whenever you can! (Although, perhaps if I made that jump no 4 or 5, in full gallop, he probably would have cleared it no problems, it was like he was making a statement, “no I don’t want to jump to high, see!”
I was also saved by a horse at pony camp, I’ve mentioned on my blog that I do not recommend pony camp. When I went there, (Gunnedah Pony Camp, at 15 or something) I was having such a difficult time from some of the stupid little girl bitches who were also attending. It also involved Steve Carter, infact I would say ALL his fault, as the main “bully bitch” was some stupid blonde that he was fucking at the time, he was egging her on. You know it’s situations like this where a group of people see what’s going on, and it’s like those bullies have set me up for disrespect from the group, for the rest of my life. I bet that stupid Cunt from Centrelink refused me Austudy as a direct result of Steve Carters actions (he is blonde too btw). OMG, the slow realization about the truth of blondes; stupid.
Those two people responsible, 3 actually, the stupid blonde bitch had a minion; have done, irreparable damage to my life, and they are going to have some very bad karma. Steve Carter had a ‘spiritual’ chance to make up for his actions later, (I’m talking about the house), but he did not take it. I really do not have to do anything else, his problems have not even begun yet.
By the way, my horse that I had at Pony camp was smarter than anyone any other human in my life at that time - he was trying to save me with his leg, his “lame” leg. Eventually he did, I left earlier than the 7 days. But he was too late. Or I guess only God knows what may have happened in those 2 days if I stayed. I recall there was also a total shower pervert there, Stuart Brady. Yuk.
Mum had arranged that horse from someone I did not know, and this horse could see what was going on with all the stupid bitch girls, quite remarkable. More so than anyone else. Plus, this horse tried to save me from a terrible situation. I’m not going to tell you exactly, how he did it, because it’s a bit of a horse secret, and I don’t want to let their horse secret known. But horses are way cleverer than any human I have ever met. They are more evolved; they have no fear, so have evolved.
The horse shown above looks like my horse “Cindy” that I rode as a young 4-5yr old, at Limbri, there are photos of Cindy and me (naked me) in our family album!
27. Who put that Trotter in there!
Oh, and one other thing when I moved to Bulga, (read photo story “Bulga cottage on paddock with horses on Cull farm” on page 1) before the race horses were put in the yard, I think, if I can recall, someone put in a retired Trotter in my paddock, Mary. So, I was able to ride this horse, another good-natured horse, easy to catch. Except well, I loved to Canter and Gallop, and this horse only knew how to trot, I ended up getting a stitch every time we went for a ride - rising to the trot - such a fast pace! Who put that horse there!
And while I mentioned those horses on Cull farm. One from the group of retired race horses that were put in my paddock, was very ‘bad natured’ horse. I later discovered it was because of its previous owner, a male farmer, who didn’t treat it properly with respect, and so the horse developed a bad nature.
I find it extraordinary how a male farmer wouldn’t know how to handle a horse properly - they must be simpleton simpleton simpleton .
Horses are like little third graders, they’re so easy to control and manipulate, why you would need to use force or cruelty, or disrespect of any sort, is beyond comprehension. Really and truly, for goodness sakes, go and read The Seven Games of Natural Horsemanship.
You know, when I rode Batman, he only spooked once the entire time I was there, and that was when one evening I as visiting my neighbours and found myself still there just after dusk, (we had yabbies for dinner, from my dam, that we had just caught in the morning. Sauteed in garlic – yum! J) but it was a full moon, and a lovely evening, I was looking forward to riding him the 3km or so back to my house, just as we set off a lit a cigarette (still smoked then) and he gave a little startle to the light in the dark. mmm, such happy horse memories…..
28. Horse Story no 8, re Slow Motion
Since I moved to my new unit in Queensland, the stealing has greatly been reduced, in fact in the six months I’ve been here, I think only 4 items are missing. However, what I have noticed, instead, has been taken, are my little stories from my blog. Currently it is September 2022, and I’m discovering, about on average, 1 little story per week that has gone missing, all traces gone missing, gone off my blog, gone off mt PC, and gone from my Outlook emails. I’m having to rewrite them - which is a real nuisance! The person who has taken them are a Nuisance.
The latest one I have discovered taken, was another one of my horse stories;
One horse riding class, way back in school, in the 1980’s, there was a gung ho horse mistress, who was lunging horse and rider together around in the arena. I’m not entirely certain why she was doing this, the whole excercise seems pointless, but when it was my turn, and as the lunger had the reins, and the rider had none, and thus no control, sooner or later, I was going to fall off {although if the horse mistress had of been a little bit savvy, this would not have happened, I believe though it was done deliberalty} So, at any rate, I did fall off, and what happened was; I could feel myself falling, and suddenly, as I went over, everything went into slow motion, and I could see the horses girth as my head went down, and then I could see its top leg thigh, then its knee. It was like I was just observing all of these body parts as I was falling, and I was saying to myself each one that I could see it when I got up to it. It was like I was explaining to myself what was happening, until I could see the ground coming, and then suddenly landed, albeit not injured at all, as the ground was a thick layer of sawdust (inside the arena). So there were two things strange about this situation, one was the slow motion experience, which was a little bizarre and it just goes to show you how clever your mind really can be. The other thing was why there are certain women that want to lunge young girls around in circles; this is a ridiculous concept, and stems from major control issues. Years later after I left school and was riding with a neighbour, a slightly older woman, she too wanted to do exactly the same exercise, it was quite bizarre, I had to put the brakes on as again I would have fallen, she wa by no means savvy enough.
A few years ago, I was watching a wonderful version of Sherlock Holmes from the BBC, and in this episode, Sherlock got himself into a dire situation, and suddenly everything went into slow motion for him, as he was thinking about what he could do to resolve it, and this was exactly what happened to me, it was just like that scene, only of course I couldn’t do anything to resolve the situation, I just had to watch it as it happened.
And so, the person who keeps stealing my stories, particularly horse ones, I’ve had quite a few horse ones stolen now; bugger off and get your own horse, and get your own horse stories. And in case you haven’t worked out, which obviously you don’t know, because you’re stealing; you actually have to pay for everything in life, one way or the other - it will catch up to you, so do yourself a favour and stop stealing things that are NOT yours.
29. Horses on Holidays
On the 1 holiday I went on, some 20 odd years ago now, I saw a brochure in the information centre, with a horse and rider galloping along the beach, in the gentle breaking waves. I had always wanted to go horse riding on the beach and canter through the breaking waves, always. And around Cairns would be ideal because there’s no big surf to spook the horse. So, I thought, hooray, I’ll go and do it, spend my money on that. Off I went, so ¾ of the way through the trail, which was just through a sparse deforested area that was practically farmland, finally we got to the beach; but the guide said “we were not to go anywhere near the water as it will destroy the tack”. (Tack is horse gear) It was very disappointing, I was really annoyed about this because you can get saddles that are not leather, but actually I think leather should hold up in salt water anyway….AND their brochure had someone cantering along the beach through the water. So, it’s totally false advertising and, I feel this is typical Australians wanting to play Nazi rules – they are so anal, it’s ridiculous, it’s like they have this barrier up to stop themselves and the people around them from having fun. They are so unevolved. They should stop over at the Caribbean and see how it’s done, you can go horseback riding on the beach over there, although they said it’s at a cost $250 per hour! J
In one of my photo stories (Future Business Mission on p7), I say, I would love to own a Horse and Carriage business in the tropics, to take people on a beautiful scenic botanical journey, as a part of vacation activities. {I plan on winning the lottery so I can actually do it!} Although, after living in the subtropics now for not even 12 months I can see there’s going to be a huge problem for doing anything horse related, and that is the tics. As soon as any animal wonders past a bush, I’m sure at least five tics jumps on, and then again when they wonder past the next bush…! I have seen some horses in the area, so I do wonder how they survive, they possibly take that veterinary prescribed Spot-On treatment, although if you’ve read my blog, you know that I’m very much opposed to such a cancer-causing treatment. I guess I shouldn’t worry about such a hurdle until I actually win the lottery! Feel free to contact me if you have a beautiful holiday spot that runs near a beach (in the tropics) and would like to offer scenic carriage rides around the property.
30. Zig Zagging through an Acacia lined little country rd
Oooh if only I took a photo at the time (if only I had a camera! actually not having a camera was the source of many problems when I was in my 20’s and 30’s). If anyone would like to go and get a photo of the road I’m talking about, it is Wightman Rd & Tunningley Ln, Emerald Hill, near Gunnedah, NSW, Australia
One day I ventured over to this little laneway on my horse Batman, and it was the prettiest little road that you have ever seen, I was so thrilled and excited about this little laneway, it was in full flower, with the most fragrantly beautifully scented Acacias. My horse thought so too, and he started zigzagging from one side of the road to the other to stop on each side to smell the Acacias!! We had a lovely afternoon!
What makes this little sweet road different from the others, is that it is untouched, by councilmen, who typically come along and mow both sides of the roads so nothing grows. For some reason they neglected this road, and now look how beautiful it is. From google maps it still looks like it is Acacia lined. They flower in August (I think it was August?)
I have noticed recently, up here in Queensland now, I don’t know if this is everywhere across Australia, but some silly twit has given the go-ahead for councils to spray with glyphosate (a poison). I can’t believe they do this; we’ve survived all these generations without having to use a poisons on the roadside. It is still not necessary today. So could someone with some common sense, please go and tell those councils to wake up and smell the roses.