Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
I CAN'T BELIEVE I MISSED IT
ONE THOUSAND AND FOUR POSTS
FIREWORKS WOULD HAVE LOOKED BETTER FOR ONE THOUSAND
Now you're talking Robbert, the Windsor has doors that I can fit through. The spiv moved to another place with a tower but I can't remember where but Miss O'Dyne would know.
Therese, it's four years in October and I can't believe the pleasure this blog has given me.
River, as a check-out chick you would have a million stories for a blog. Think of those spiteful old biddies you could get back at with a good snark post. I will keep on encouraging you to get one. As an added bonus you would probably get an opportunity to slap our Robbert around.
Janson! Captain Peter Janson!- of the red velvet smoking jacket, now roughing it in a six storey bluestone shack behind the Rialto. Hell, where do these Charlies get all their dough, and their bloody titles?
"spiteful old biddies"? Nah, 99.9% of my customers are great. Really nice people. Even the elderly ones who love me because I don't hurry them when they're fumbling AND I load their bags into the trolley for them.
Thanks Hip, a pocketful of stars, I could throw a few in my eyes. God knows I could do with a glow.
Robbbert, I knew his name but couldn't remember where he moved to. He must be in old age by now. Where is Miss O'Dyne when you need her. He smoked cigars too so I can't see him re-rolling butts. He used to tiger shoot in India and Polo in London. Very Gay too.
River, You're a gem, want to come over and help with my little old lady? I'd let you take her home with you, I'd pay you to take her home with you.
I never forget people like the Captain but couldn't think of his name. He's a rare character. Years ago I saw an article about him in his tower at the Windsor, he was racing at Bathurst then and doing well. How interesting. And there was a top Carlton footballer they called "Mr Elegance" who dressed immaculately. Hawthorn's Don Scott arrived at the Tribunal carrying a handbag. Gay doesn't mean effete.
Phil, I could barely turn on the computer when I started. I do remember breaking out in a sweat trying to get it right. Now look me, still trying to get it right.
Bella, I'll still be posting from the nursing home, dishing the dirt on the old codgers. Just bought my HP ticket online for Wednesday, Gold Class was booked out.
22 comments:
Congrats! Here's to many thousands more.
Yay!
We shall await for the next 1,000 with bottles of gin ;)
I'm taking you to Menzies for your 2000; afternoon tea. I hear the vanilla slices are imported.
Rh, empty promises, didn't they pull Menzies down? I last went there in l968, of course I couldn't drink, much too young.
Jayne, It was a miracle I got past the first five posts.
Thank you OoC, Congrats on the exam, now how about starting on a thousand lovers.
Good heavens, Windsor, I meant the Windsor. Whatever happened to that spiv who lived there, he had the penthouse.
... I have about 850...its like watching the odometer in the car going round..you always miss when it turns to 80,000 from 79,999
One thousand and four posts!!
Practically a book. You're like Dulux, just keep on keeping on.
Now you're talking Robbert, the Windsor has doors that I can fit through. The spiv moved to another place with a tower but I can't remember where but Miss O'Dyne would know.
Therese, it's four years in October and I can't believe the pleasure this blog has given me.
River, as a check-out chick you would have a million stories for a blog. Think of those spiteful old biddies you could get back at with a good snark post. I will keep on encouraging you to get one. As an added bonus you would probably get an opportunity to slap our Robbert around.
Our thanks and a pocket full of stars from the hippies, JahTeh.
No worries, there's a big roller door around the back for food deliveries. We'll enter through there, grabbing what we can on the way.
-Robert.
Bring a suitcase.
Slap me, scratch me, step on my blue suede shoes....but don't delete me.
-ROBBBBBERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Golly, I have to hop down the street, I'm out of tobacco, rolling butts.
That's the good thing about poverty, you can always go back to it.
Janson! Captain Peter Janson!- of the red velvet smoking jacket, now roughing it in a six storey bluestone shack behind the Rialto. Hell, where do these Charlies get all their dough, and their bloody titles?
If I had their wealth I'd be eccentric like you couldn't imagine.
oops, maybe I already am.
ha ha ha!
ROBBBBBERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well you know what I tried hard to remember that bloke's name and finally gave up, then my unconscious spat it out. That's what dreams do.
"spiteful old biddies"? Nah, 99.9% of my customers are great. Really nice people. Even the elderly ones who love me because I don't hurry them when they're fumbling AND I load their bags into the trolley for them.
Thanks Hip, a pocketful of stars, I could throw a few in my eyes. God knows I could do with a glow.
Robbbert, I knew his name but couldn't remember where he moved to. He must be in old age by now. Where is Miss O'Dyne when you need her. He smoked cigars too so I can't see him re-rolling butts. He used to tiger shoot in India and Polo in London. Very Gay too.
River, You're a gem, want to come over and help with my little old lady? I'd let you take her home with you, I'd pay you to take her home with you.
I never forget people like the
Captain but couldn't think of his name. He's a rare character. Years ago I saw an article about him in his tower at the Windsor, he was racing at Bathurst then and doing well. How interesting. And there was a top Carlton footballer they called "Mr Elegance" who dressed immaculately. Hawthorn's Don Scott arrived at the Tribunal carrying a handbag. Gay doesn't mean effete.
Capt Peter Janson was a regular on the touring car circuit in the 70s.
And congrats on the 1004. It seems a much more significant number than a silly even grand.
Let WV have the final say: "shing!"
HAPPY 1004. Must say it doesn't look a post over 995.
(I'm still chuckling of Mother's comment about the government taking away money from ugly people. I think she's on to something there....)
Phil, I could barely turn on the computer when I started. I do remember breaking out in a sweat trying to get it right. Now look me, still trying to get it right.
Bella, I'll still be posting from the nursing home, dishing the dirt on the old codgers.
Just bought my HP ticket online for Wednesday, Gold Class was booked out.
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