Spitting Into the Wind

I couldn't help feeling appalled after reading a news story about a 15-year-old boy in Brisbane who had boiling water poured over his face, neck and shoulders. My heart goes out to him. Fifteen is an awkward age for any boy, but this kid now will probably never look the same again.

A 37-year-old man has been charged with one count each of grievous bodily harm and torture. I hope he gets a sentence deserving of the act.

Just yesterday I read about a guy who jumped a queue in a supermarket in London and ended up in a coma after an irate woman called her boyfriend on the phone, who king-hit the man in the back of the head.

These are such senseless and thoughtless acts that these people will have to live with for the rest of their lives. What ever happened to "calm" and "polite"? We live in a changing world.

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Meteor Crater, Winslow, Arizona

I don't get it. Something hits the Earth with enough impact to leave a dint this big, but where did it go? You'd expect it to be still sitting in the hole it made. Hard to believe it just fizzed out and very little evidence was left behind.

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It's Carly's birthday on Christmas Eve and she wanted a new iPod, so I searched on eBay and found one with 12 months warranty for $225 AUD. One was advertised in a catalogue for $270 so I figured I was getting a bargain.

Anyway, as luck would have it, the seller contacted me to say she didn't think they were the genuine article and if I returned it she would give me a full refund. I was surprised, because when I received it I believed that it was a genuine iPod. It had all the branding, and accessories and looked perfect.

 

It just goes to show the lengths that some suppliers will go to make you think you have the real thing. I was disappointed, but impressed with the honesty of the seller on eBay. It's a refreshing change, because last year I bought a 50-pack of blank CDs and I'm still waiting for them!

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For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies.

1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

3. The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

5. The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

Conclusion

Eat and drink what you like. Being American is apparently what kills you. Glad I'm in Oz.

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It's only Thursday but I can pretend it's Friday, with a weekend in front of me. When I saw this bathroom I nearly went into a swoon. We have a pokey little bathroom with a shower over the bath, and I had to get a bi-fold door because the old one used to hit the corner of the bath every time you went in there.

This bathroom I would have in my dream home, the one with the sunken lounge room, slate tile floors and a big open fire-place. I buy a ticket every two months in the RSL lottery, the homes are around $1.4 million, and the plan is to keep all the furniture, sell the house and build my dream home. I hope I'm not too old to enjoy it when I finally win it.

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Here it is, Friday night, and I find myself home alone. Not that I mind, I look forward to the day when I have no kids to worry about. My two youngest are still young enough for me to know this is a pipe-dream, but one day...

• I'll have no bedrooms that I need to close the door on because they're such a shit-fight.
• There'll be no black rap music blaring from my daughter's bedroom
• There'll be no yelling and screaming in the morning when I wake up
• No having to listen to derogatory comments from one child to the other
• Washing will be cut to one third
• If I don't feel like eating I won't have to cook

Most of the people that I grew up with have had children leave home and make lives for themselves. Most are grandmothers. I too am a grandmother but I chose to marry again and have children 11 years later than the first two children I had. At the time I thought it was wonderful, and don't get me wrong, it has been wonderful. I feel younger for it.

But now I'm tired. I work 35 hours a week and I come home to a house full of work to do. All the usual drudge jobs like washing (the major drudge job), cleaning, and cooking. The kids want money all the time. Lunch orders and school expenses constantly put my budget out of whack, and what I earn doesn't go far enough. So much for putting something aside for when I want to retire: as long as I have kids at home that isn't going to happen. They're a constant drain on my resources.

I love my kids but I think I'll love life more when they're old enough to live elsewhere.

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Australians all let us rejoice
The weekend now is near
We've worked all bloody week for this
Dear God let's get a beer.
Our desks abound in paperwork
Our hands are stained with ink
In desperate stage, we'll fly the cage
Advance to Friday drinks!!
With joyful strains, destroy our brains
Advance to Friday drinks.

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