Sure do. Many years back I did one of those under 30's contiki tours around europe, which included sailing around Greece in a masted schooner. Lovely, blue sky, billowing sails, blue sea, party party party. Except the toilets overflowed and flooded the below deck areas including all the cabins. Had to sleep on the deck in the clothes we stood up in.... and the stink!!!!! How grateful was I that I had left my suitcase on the bed, and not on the floor!
The person below can relate........................
-- Edited by Rip and Rosie on Tuesday 10th of July 2012 08:59:01 AM
Duh said
11:49 AM Jul 18, 2012
...to being in the poo many times and I am sure many others could tell stories of how they.........
Beth54 said
02:59 AM Jul 27, 2012
...hated the thunderbox in the backyard! It had stable doors so you could leave to top bit open for fresh air. Luckily, there was also a creeper growing on a trellis in front of it.
Worse still, I hated it when we had to use little squares of newspaper!
But the next person has a horror story about something else...
fireheart said
04:05 PM Jul 27, 2012
It was a RAT, a great BIG black RAT. Living in Woodend out in the backblocks at the time. There was a hole under a little cast iron fire I did not know about, sitting quietly watching the tele and suddenly this thing poked its head up through the stone hearth and took off to the kitchen. I screamed, youngest son ran in to see what was going on, the darn thing ran under a cupboard, all quiet, then suddenly he decided to make for open land around the dining room table, straight into the bathroom. Ben managed to shut the door to keep him there, (now remember I am a city kid here), I had no idea what to do, all I could hear was this darn thing running around the bathroom making a hell of a racket as it hit up against the walls. I was yelling I am sure, what the hell are we going to do, Ben at 13 had no idea either, so we did the only thing we could...............
We rang the man of the house who was flying for Air New Zealand at the time based in Auckland to ask him what do we do. Well he laughed at me, not a good idea at the time, told me to open the back door that was next to the bathroom door and the rat would certainly go to the outside world even just to get away from us, a little harsh, but after questioning his methods for some time we decided to give it a go. Guess what? The BIG BLACK RAT ran for its life straight outside and was never seen again.
MOTH, rang back laughing, to ensure his family was safe, Ben headed back to bedroom and computer, I headed for the bathroom, armed with Domestos, Pine-o-Kleen and boiling hot water. I must have had the cleanest bathroom in Woodend by the end of the night, but went to bed seeing those black beady eyes.
Still this has given the family a laugh at many get togethers and I must admit I can now laugh at myself also, because on reflection I have no idea what I thought MOTH was going to be able to do from NZ, was not expecting him to laugh though. He was a country kid and just took it in his stride, so if I never see another RAT again it will be too soon.
I am sure the person below has a story where a creature from the wild has given them an opportunity to become the story and laugh of the family get togethers.............................
Rip and Rosie said
01:13 PM Jul 28, 2012
You sure made me laugh, Sharon. Reminds me of a friend withh a bird phobia- scared to death of them. Many years back, a wayward sparrow found his way in therough an open door, and my friend, allegedly hysterical, ran into the toilet and locked herself in. This left the 6 year old "in charge" of eliminating the foe. Over 30 years later, the child has not forgotten that she was sacrificed to the evil presence in the home, always reminding her mum that mothers are supposed to give their lives for their children, sacrificing themselves to save their child.
However, the person below me also tells a story about a 6 year old.
-- Edited by Rip and Rosie on Saturday 28th of July 2012 01:14:13 PM
extreme potato said
07:35 PM Jul 29, 2012
Not a six year old, but a 60 year old! A few years ago, I was out walking with my mum and three huge dogs bounded across the road at us. I am very nervous about dogs and terrified of any that look as though they mean business. I grabbed my tiny little mother, half my size, and held her in front of me, shielding me from the dogs. I screamed so loudly that someone raced out and called the dogs back. I said calmly, 'My mother is scared of dogs!' She was so flabbergasted that she didn't contradict me. But the person below me was not so lucky.
Duh said
04:05 AM Aug 3, 2012
Well when about 10, I was walking home to my grandmothers house with some wrapped meat from the butchers when I was attacked by some local dogs trying to get at the meat, they must have smelt it.
Not having the sense to let go the meat, I clutched it to my chest and screamed out, luckily a couple of neighbours heard me and came to the rescue, meat delivered to Granny intact........now talking about meat, the person below me......
Beth54 said
04:55 AM Aug 3, 2012
...left a lamb roast out on the kitchen bench to defrost, and went off to collect the kids from the bus stop..5 minutes tops. Got home, opened the door, and our dog was looking very sheepish. I'd accidently left her in the house. It was written all over her face...'I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, it was just sitting there'....
But the next person has a very different story to tell...
Rip and Rosie said
05:17 AM Aug 3, 2012
Nope, not a different story- same, except with the cat.
Meat was out on the bench ready for a major feast, back turned for just a few minutes.
Cat heading down the yard with the piece of beef, dragging it behind her, with the cook chasing her with a cleaver!
The menu changed quickly, after the meat was trimmed down and washed and diced.
Cook and I ate vegetables!
The person below me hates vegetables................
the rocket said
06:18 PM Aug 4, 2012
not so. I enjoy eating vegetable except sauash. the person below me went to a festival which one was it?
Rob and Marg said
10:39 PM Aug 4, 2012
The Elvis Festival in Parkes! It was incredibly hot, and I have never seen so many wrinkled Priscillas or so many lycra-jumpsuit-clad fat Elvises in my life. And ladies line-dancing... And blokes drinking... And people singing... It was a lot of fun. The person below me went to a different festival, though. They went to...
jan-ed said
02:19 AM Aug 6, 2012
We went to the Festival of Flowers in Toowoomba last year for the first time while we were house sitting.
I urge anyone near the area next month, if you have never been, have a look, it is just magnificent!!
Had to be careful though as hubby is allergic to bees.....but the person below is allergic to .......
sucastja said
03:12 AM Aug 6, 2012
work!!! Unfortunately, got a few years to go yet before we can retire - but when we do - we'll be nomadding to our hearts content. The person below loves nomadding because . . .
Happywanderer said
03:21 AM Aug 6, 2012
it gets me out of the house... Looking forward to getting back out there again soon. Not like the person below me who is stuck........
capricorn and pisces said
06:24 AM Aug 9, 2012
at home with a complicated broken arm, which i have mentioned just occasionally (well ok, constantly!!) caravan is in the back yard doing nothing going nowhere, not like the person below me who is looking forward to the weekend because they are going.......
Rip and Rosie said
03:30 PM Aug 9, 2012
.........clean the van, which I finally got into the yard. Boring though, isn't it? Oh, and on Saturday nite, I'm off to a very old school friend's 60th ..........whoo hoo, she's a lovely woman! The person below has an old school friend as well...........................
Beth54 said
01:14 AM Aug 10, 2012
...who I lost contact with many years ago. I found her again through a school reunion, and we're back where we were 50 years ago! *groan* That long ago? Now she's a GN member too!
Come on Carol, your turn...
jan-ed said
04:36 AM Aug 13, 2012
........while Carol is thinking.....i have my two lovely Grandsons aged 10 and 11 flying up from Geelong to Tweed for the next school holidays.
Cant wait to see them.....i miss them so much.....like the person below me who's Grandchildren........
Beth54 said
04:44 AM Aug 13, 2012
jan-ed wrote:
........while Carol is thinking.....i have my two lovely Grandsons aged 10 and 11 flying up from Geelong to Tweed for the next school holidays.
Cant wait to see them.....i miss them so much.....like the person below me who's Grandchildren........
I think Carol's forgotten her password.
jan-ed said
05:07 AM Aug 13, 2012
Beth54 wrote:
jan-ed wrote:
........while Carol is thinking.....i have my two lovely Grandsons aged 10 and 11 flying up from Geelong to Tweed for the next school holidays.
Cant wait to see them.....i miss them so much.....like the person below me who's Grandchildren........
I think Carol's forgotten her password.
Oopps.....!!
the rocket said
03:47 AM Aug 15, 2012
are a lot of fun. the person below me sings in the shower....
Rip and Rosie said
04:45 AM Aug 15, 2012
Not in caravan park showers ! never! But at home I sing loudly, and I whistle quite well too! and the hot water goes down the drain, and my carbon footprint goes.................... oh well.
The person below me has a very good carban foot print.....
Beth54 said
03:08 AM Aug 18, 2012
I don't really know what a carbon footprint is, but I do try to do the right thing with rubbish etc.
But I'm having a nice lunch with my little bro & wife tomorrow down at the bay. My second cousin is the chef so I know I'll always get a good meal there.
The next person has a favourite place to eat too....
Rip and Rosie said
07:00 PM Aug 21, 2012
omg you reminded me..................
I once went to a fancy dress as "what will surprise your mother".
It was a clear plastic raincoat, with fishnet stockings and stiletto heals........................nothing else
but I was better looking and a bit smaller !!!!
I think I was some place in France at the time.
Like the person below, I have shocked my mother.....................................but in another way
-- Edited by Rip and Rosie on Tuesday 21st of August 2012 07:03:26 PM
the rocket said
10:57 PM Aug 21, 2012
i love to eat anywhere someone wants to make me a meal. food always tastes better when made by someone else. the next person went to a fancy dress party dressed as a......
Beth54 said
05:56 PM Aug 22, 2012
...plenty of times, but I want to tell you about a fancy dress party we went to in NT.
It was '82, we'd arrived at this very small mining town only a week before, and were invited to a Bad Taste Party. But our thrown together costumes were mild compared to others. One bloke, like you Rosie, was wearing a raincoat, and underneath was wearing his undies with a sausage hanging out the leg!
A woman had blackened herself, worn a black wig of messy hair, a daggy old colourful dress, with water balloons underneath as heavy hanging breasts, and spoke with a certain local dialect...Get the picture? Totally bad taste, politically incorrect and racist...all of the above, but she was hilarious, particularly when we met this petite blonde 'lady' the next day as herself!
The next person has also met some 'out there' people....
extreme potato said
09:33 PM Aug 27, 2012
Last weekend I was emcee for a gay wedding, or as close to a wedding as the brides could make it. It was a fantastic singing and dancing cabaret with national and international performers, all friends of the couple. I even fronted up with a tap dance which was so bad they thought it was part of the comedy cabaret which followed me! However, they laughed at my jokes and told me I was wonderful. Not like the person below me who starred in a school play which is memorable for another reason.
the rocket said
09:40 PM Sep 4, 2012
nope. never did a school play but the person below me is fishing at .........
Rip and Rosie said
02:02 AM Sep 15, 2012
Lake Macquarie, ............ but I remember the days when we all went down to Uncle Jack's and piled into his old wooden boat. I remember waking early in the mornings, lake was as smooth as a baby's b*m and the old boat would be staring put put put put................ I remember trawling for tailor and when the adults got sick of pulling them in they gave the kids a go.
Like the person below, I had a favourite uncle............................................
Beth54 said
02:56 AM Sep 15, 2012
Not a favourite Uncle but a favourite Aunty. Mum's sister would come to visit often, and I'd give up my bed for her. She had long thick wavy hair which she always had in a french roll. When she let it out I loved brushing it and playing around with rollers etc. In later years she had it cut short and it went a beautiful white/grey. Still as thick as ever, right up to her death. Sadly, she had very bad Osteoperosis and shrunk about 6 inches. I have a lovely photo of us together at her grand-daughters wedding...the last time I saw her. I'm glad she's out of pain but I still miss her.
Sure do.
Many years back I did one of those under 30's contiki tours around europe, which included sailing around Greece in a masted schooner.
Lovely, blue sky, billowing sails, blue sea, party party party.
Except the toilets overflowed and flooded the below deck areas including all the cabins. Had to sleep on the deck in the clothes we stood up in.... and the stink!!!!!
How grateful was I that I had left my suitcase on the bed, and not on the floor!
The person below can relate........................
-- Edited by Rip and Rosie on Tuesday 10th of July 2012 08:59:01 AM
...to being in the poo many times and I am sure many others could tell stories of how they.........
...hated the thunderbox in the backyard! It had stable doors so you could leave to top bit open for fresh air. Luckily, there was also a creeper growing on a trellis in front of it.
Worse still, I hated it when we had to use little squares of newspaper!
But the next person has a horror story about something else...
We rang the man of the house who was flying for Air New Zealand at the time based in Auckland to ask him what do we do. Well he laughed at me, not a good idea at the time, told me to open the back door that was next to the bathroom door and the rat would certainly go to the outside world even just to get away from us, a little harsh, but after questioning his methods for some time we decided to give it a go. Guess what? The BIG BLACK RAT ran for its life straight outside and was never seen again.
MOTH, rang back laughing, to ensure his family was safe, Ben headed back to bedroom and computer, I headed for the bathroom, armed with Domestos, Pine-o-Kleen and boiling hot water. I must have had the cleanest bathroom in Woodend by the end of the night, but went to bed seeing those black beady eyes.
Still this has given the family a laugh at many get togethers and I must admit I can now laugh at myself also, because on reflection I have no idea what I thought MOTH was going to be able to do from NZ, was not expecting him to laugh though. He was a country kid and just took it in his stride, so if I never see another RAT again it will be too soon.
I am sure the person below has a story where a creature from the wild has given them an opportunity to become the story and laugh of the family get togethers.............................
You sure made me laugh, Sharon.
Reminds me of a friend withh a bird phobia- scared to death of them. Many years back, a wayward sparrow found his way in therough an open door, and my friend, allegedly hysterical, ran into the toilet and locked herself in.
This left the 6 year old "in charge" of eliminating the foe.
Over 30 years later, the child has not forgotten that she was sacrificed to the evil presence in the home, always reminding her mum that mothers are supposed to give their lives for their children, sacrificing themselves to save their child.
However, the person below me also tells a story about a 6 year old.
-- Edited by Rip and Rosie on Saturday 28th of July 2012 01:14:13 PM
But the person below me was not so lucky.
Well when about 10, I was walking home to my grandmothers house with some wrapped meat from the butchers when I was attacked by some local dogs trying to get at the meat, they must have smelt it.
Not having the sense to let go the meat, I clutched it to my chest and screamed out, luckily a couple of neighbours heard me and came to the rescue, meat delivered to Granny intact........now talking about meat, the person below me......
...left a lamb roast out on the kitchen bench to defrost, and went off to collect the kids from the bus stop..5 minutes tops. Got home, opened the door, and our dog was looking very sheepish. I'd accidently left her in the house. It was written all over her face...'I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, it was just sitting there'....
But the next person has a very different story to tell...
Meat was out on the bench ready for a major feast, back turned for just a few minutes.
Cat heading down the yard with the piece of beef, dragging it behind her, with the cook chasing her with a cleaver!
The menu changed quickly, after the meat was trimmed down and washed and diced.
Cook and I ate vegetables!
The person below me hates vegetables................
not so. I enjoy eating vegetable except sauash. the person below me went to a festival which one was it?
And ladies line-dancing...
And blokes drinking...
And people singing...
It was a lot of fun.
The person below me went to a different festival, though. They went to...
I urge anyone near the area next month, if you have never been, have a look, it is just magnificent!!
Had to be careful though as hubby is allergic to bees.....but the person below is allergic to .......
Looking forward to getting back out there again soon.
Not like the person below me who is stuck........
at home with a complicated broken arm, which i have mentioned just occasionally (well ok, constantly!!) caravan is in the back yard doing nothing going nowhere, not like the person below me who is looking forward to the weekend because they are going.......
Oh, and on Saturday nite, I'm off to a very old school friend's 60th ..........whoo hoo, she's a lovely woman!
The person below has an old school friend as well...........................
...who I lost contact with many years ago. I found her again through a school reunion, and we're back where we were 50 years ago! *groan* That long ago? Now she's a GN member too!
Come on Carol, your turn...
........while Carol is thinking.....i have my two lovely Grandsons aged 10 and 11 flying up from Geelong to Tweed for the next school holidays.
Cant wait to see them.....i miss them so much.....like the person below me who's Grandchildren........
I think Carol's forgotten her password.
Oopps...
..!!
are a lot of fun. the person below me sings in the shower....
But at home I sing loudly, and I whistle quite well too! and the hot water goes down the drain, and my carbon footprint goes.................... oh well.
The person below me has a very good carban foot print.....
I don't really know what a carbon footprint is, but I do try to do the right thing with rubbish etc.
But I'm having a nice lunch with my little bro & wife tomorrow down at the bay. My second cousin is the chef so I know I'll always get a good meal there.
The next person has a favourite place to eat too....
omg you reminded me..................
I once went to a fancy dress as "what will surprise your mother".
It was a clear plastic raincoat, with fishnet stockings and stiletto heals........................nothing else
but I was better looking and a bit smaller !!!!
I think I was some place in France at the time.
Like the person below, I have shocked my mother.....................................but in another way
-- Edited by Rip and Rosie on Tuesday 21st of August 2012 07:03:26 PM
i love to eat anywhere someone wants to make me a meal. food always tastes better when made by someone else. the next person went to a fancy dress party dressed as a......
...plenty of times, but I want to tell you about a fancy dress party we went to in NT.
It was '82, we'd arrived at this very small mining town only a week before, and were invited to a Bad Taste Party. But our thrown together costumes were mild compared to others. One bloke, like you Rosie, was wearing a raincoat, and underneath was wearing his undies with a sausage hanging out the leg!
A woman had blackened herself, worn a black wig of messy hair, a daggy old colourful dress, with water balloons underneath as heavy hanging breasts, and spoke with a certain local dialect...Get the picture? Totally bad taste, politically incorrect and racist...all of the above, but she was hilarious, particularly when we met this petite blonde 'lady' the next day as herself!
The next person has also met some 'out there' people....
nope. never did a school play but the person below me is fishing at .........
Like the person below, I had a favourite uncle............................................
Not a favourite Uncle but a favourite Aunty. Mum's sister would come to visit often, and I'd give up my bed for her. She had long thick wavy hair which she always had in a french roll. When she let it out I loved brushing it and playing around with rollers etc. In later years she had it cut short and it went a beautiful white/grey. Still as thick as ever, right up to her death. Sadly, she had very bad Osteoperosis and shrunk about 6 inches. I have a lovely photo of us together at her grand-daughters wedding...the last time I saw her. I'm glad she's out of pain but I still miss her.
Onto a happier subject, the next person...