Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Friday, April 29, 2016

Wednesday's Words on a Friday



On Wednesdays, assorted people have been taking monthly turns at putting up a selection of six (or twelve) words which is called “Words for Wednesday”.

We have taken over this meme from Delores, who had been having computer problems.
This month the meme continues here, at Riot Kitty’s site.

Essentially the aim is to encourage us to write.   

Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or images.   What we do with those prompts is up to us:  a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or treating them with ignore...

Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog.  We would really like it if as many people as possible joined in with this fun meme.
If you are posting on your own blog - let us know so that we can come along and read your masterpiece.
I’m hopeless at poetry so I always do a story.

It’s a fun challenge…why not join in?

This week's words are:

1. Beatles
2. undercover
3. instructions
4. dash cam
5. ticket
6. stories

Here is my story:


"I can't get this thing to sit right!  Stupid dash cam. Where are the instructions?"

"Here, but they haven't magically transformed into proper English, they're still Chinese with pictures."

The screwdriver slipped from his sweaty fingers and he swore. 

"Well, that's not going to do you any good," she said. "You should have bought the other model, I would have given you the extra hundred."

"I don't want to be owing you any more money, five hundred is bad enough; I don't know when I'll be able to pay you back."

"I don't care about when. I know you'll pay me back eventually. But you can't start an undercover surveillance business with crappy equipment."

"I should have kept all my Dad's stuff from when he was a security guard," he said. "He didn't have a dash cam, just binoculars and a video camera, still, they would have come in handy."

"Hmmm," she said. "How about a cup of tea? We'll sort something out while we take a break."

"Did I tell you about the time he worked security for the Beatles concert back in '64? He got to shake George Harrisons hand and was given a couple of tickets to the show as part of the payment. He gave one ticket to his sister, my Aunt Helen and the other to his best mate, Stanley. They met at the gates and ended up married. I grew up hearing those stories; for years, the meeting, the concert, the wedding."

"Is that a yes or no on the cup of tea?" she asked.
"Definitely a yes." He wiped off his hands, put the dashcam and screwdrivers in his bag and followed her inside.
 

Thursday, April 28, 2016

specific instructions would be useful

I'd like a little help please. 
I can't seem to find where I can change my blogger sign in password.
I've discovered recently, via howsecureisyourpassword.net ,that my current password would take about five seconds to be cracked by a hacker. 
So I want to change it.

Remember last year when my email account got hacked and all you lovely readers got spam sent via my name? That wasn't fun and I did change my email password too, back then, but it turns out that new password is also easily hackable, taking about 4 days.
So I want to change that too.

I have another password that I rarely use, according to howsecureisyourpassword.net that one would take 837 THOUSAND years to hack. 

I think I'd like to use that one instead of my current one.

One more thing; when I first turn on my computer, I must enter a password to continue. 
It's the old password I first chose years ago, when I first began using a computer and probably extremely hackable. 

Anyone able to tell me how I can change it? 
I've been to sites I visit to purchase things and have changed my passwords there, so all I need now is help with the above sites.

Please.
Anyone?

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Whimsical Wednesday # 224

Welcome back to Whimsical Wednesday!

The day for your googled giggle that gets you over the hump that is Wednesday and sliding down into the weekend.



Hickory Dickory Dock
Nine mice ran up the clock
The clock struck 4
Who fell on the floor
But the other five all got away

Monday, April 25, 2016

Musical Monday # 97



Musical Monday

I was introduced to Musical Monday by Delores who copied the meme from another site.

I think it’s a fun way to show off some of the music we like and brighten up our Mondays at the same time. 

I’ll be finding my clips on you tube, so will simply credit that site since there are often so many versions of everything and I wouldn’t want to accidentally credit the wrong artist.

Today’s clip is:  Ricky Martin

Livin' La Vida Loca 

and the lyrics:



and the Donkey & Puss In Boots version from the movie:

Shrek 2

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Sunday Selections # 273



Welcome back to Sunday Selections!

This once-a- week-meme was originally begun by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock, as a way to showcase some of the many photos we all take, but don't get around to showing on our blogs.

The rules are very simple:-
1. post photos of your choice, old or new, under the Sunday Selections title
2. link back to me, River, somewhere in your post
3. leave me a comment so that I know you've joined in and can come over and see what you've posted.
4. hop on over to Elephant’s Child to see more of her wonderful photos.
  Andrew often joins in too.

I usually go with a theme for my Sunday Selections and this week, let's go back down memory lane a bit.

Remember J from last week?
I have his permission to show these, so here he is again.

our first or second Christmas back in Adelaide.

building a castle; this is in the first house we built.

I've been framed!

in the second house we built

after leaving the house with the fabulous garden, we moved here. Less garden, but the best peach tree in the world!

and J joined a basketball team.

birthday candle face-off; they both wanted to blow out the candles.

this is J eight years ago, 

all grown up. I had to erase the other person, she doesn't want to be seen.











Friday, April 22, 2016

Wednesday's Words on a Friday



On Wednesdays, assorted people have been taking monthly turns at putting up a selection of six (or twelve) words which is called “Words for Wednesday”.

We have taken over this meme from Delores, who had been having computer problems.
This month the meme continues here, at Riot Kitty’s site.

Essentially the aim is to encourage us to write.   

Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or images.   What we do with those prompts is up to us:  a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or treating them with ignore...

Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog.  We would really like it if as many people as possible joined in with this fun meme.
If you are posting on your own blog - let us know so that we can come along and read your masterpiece.
 
I’m hopeless at poetry so I always do a story.
It’s a fun challenge…why not join in?

This week's words are:

1. idiocy
2. fuck
3. platypus
4. painful
5. crying
6. fuckery

Here is my continuation of last week's effort, without the swear words:

 He'd stumbled in just before dawn, drunk as a skunk, and now lay sprawled, stinking and snoring across the bed, still clothed, still with his boots on.  If I managed to care less, I'd be dead.

As soon as the snoring settled to the point where I knew he wouldn't wake for several hours, I went to the kids bedroom and quietly woke them. Tess was four and Jackie only three, but both were concerned and frightened by my newest black eye. They spoke in whispers, eyeing the suitcase I held in my hand.


"Where we goin' Mum? We runnin' away?" Jackie asked, wide eyed. Tess said, " We really goin' this time Mum?"
"Yes, " I said. "We're going to stay with Old Pearl and Old Billy, down by the riverbank. But you must stay quiet as we walk away from here. Dad's asleep and we don't want to wake him."

"He won't wake up," said Tess, already knowing too much in spite of her tender years.

"Let's get your favourite books and toys into the suitcase," I said. "We can put your clothes and shoes into pillowcases and I'll carry them over my shoulder."
"Like a swag," said Jackie. 

Tess stuffed her little purple platypus into the case; I noticed she ignored the fancy big doll her dad had given her at Christmas. I said nothing. Tess knew her own mind. Jackie pushed his tiny wooden trains into his shorts pockets, pulled on his boots, and declared himself ready. 

We locked the doors from the inside and sneaked out through the window, pulling it closed behind us. Walking down the dusty track to the river, the kids were remarkably silent, until they spotted Old Billy waiting for us, then they ran with excited cries of "Billy!, Billy!" Hugs were bestowed and  we all made our way to Old Pearl's **humpy.


**humpy= an aboriginal shelter made by laying strips of bark (often from a paperbark tree) over sturdy sticks driven into the ground. Circles of stones in front were used as campfires to heat water, also to spit-roast whatever small animal they'd caught for dinner.


I gladly handed over the kids to Old Billy while I collapsed into a long and painful crying session, while Old Pearl patted my back and hugged me, rocking gently as she had done for me as a child. 


"I don't know what idiocy brought you and that Rick together, Mary, " she said when I finally dried up, "but I'm sort of glad, because look at Tess and little Jackie. Two fine young ones you got there. I'm glad you're all here now, we're set to go walkabout tomorrow, you all gonna come?"
"We'll come Pearl," I said. "We need to get far away from him and that no good mum of his, always whispering' about how we're no good, draggin' him down. "


**(a humpy is sometimes called a wurlie)