Yes, very different. For being the member on here with the most posts. Its a terrible thing to be known for but I just can't help it. Can't slow down. Not like the person below me who hardly ever.......................
Beth54 said
11:41 PM Dec 17, 2012
Happywanderer wrote:
Yes, very different. For being the member on here with the most posts. Its a terrible thing to be known for but I just can't help it. Can't slow down. Not like the person below me who hardly ever.......................
It shows you have an enquiring mind and an opinion...which you're certainly allowed to have!
Sorry for digressing,,carry on...
glassies said
05:08 AM Dec 20, 2012
carry on ,whats this sorry for digressing its been one of the best posts yet however the thought of all that cooking and sweating over a hot stove for xmas drives me nuts, i never do it ,prawns and yummy chocolates etc for us here and a swim in the pool if its hot enough however the person below me is planning on?
the rocket said
05:57 PM Dec 20, 2012
buying a box of "chateau de cardboard" and enjoying the day. but the person below me drinks a finer wine...
sandsmere said
06:34 PM Dec 20, 2012
like a flagon of sweet sherry . The next person , however likes a very exotic drink like . . . . . . . . .
glassies said
02:10 AM Dec 21, 2012
Parfai amour but its a little like rocket fuel lol however the person below has a more interesting story of A drinking habit
Beth54 said
02:49 AM Dec 21, 2012
..which I can admit to almost 30 years on.
When we lived in a small mining town in NT there wasn't much to do, so like a lot of people I was drinking too much at social gatherings to 'drown my sorrows'.
Someone decided to put on a progressive dinner one night. First course was at the school..probably a no-no but it happened, and I downed a bottle of Spumanti with it. Second course was at the Bowls Club, and down went another bottle of Spumanti. When we got to third course at the Workers Club, there was no more Spumanti so I downed a bottle of Bodega. That's when I got sick! I figure that third bottle was poisoned, not the first and second, just the third bottle!
The next person...
sandsmere said
03:33 PM Dec 21, 2012
agrees with Beth . The first few drinks don't hurt at all , it's the last ones that give us thr wobblys .
The killer though , is the sleep . That's what brings on the hangover .
The next person has got a cure for hangovers though . . . . . . . .
glassies said
01:03 AM Dec 22, 2012
Yep a greasy hamburger or eggs on toast and berrocas however i too went to a school trivia night At my youngest daughters in port mcquarie primary i dont think they have forgotten me ever since i Decided to take a bottle of bali rice wine which tasted like metho but put oj with it and yes i had to do the Song tell u a story about a man named jed ,well i won the comp for that but i was a bit of a disaster i was womdering what The next persons idea of a good night out was lol
Duh said
08:59 AM Dec 22, 2012
glassies wrote:
.................................. i was wondering what the next persons idea of a good night out was lol
One where you wake up in the morning! (even better if your not hung over!)
Dunmowin said
10:35 PM Dec 24, 2012
Looks like we need a kick start here. Duh did not give a lead into the next person, so I have taken up the challenge....
My first words were: "chosen carefully for maximu effect", however, the next person is going to tell us the best piece of advise their parents gave them.
Merry Christmas fellow Grey Nomads, whether you are on the road, or at home with your families.
Beth54 said
03:55 AM Dec 25, 2012
Going to the local dance...'Don't go outside the hall with a boy.' I obeyed until one very hot night, when I did go out and copped a big sloppy kiss!
That's where it all started...
The next persons start was a bit different...
sandsmere said
01:40 PM Dec 25, 2012
Different allright .
I went outside with a girl , and that was also where it all started .
The person below me will , I'm sure , have a different story . . . . . . . .
glassies said
12:21 AM Dec 29, 2012
oh goodness me this one is hard what didnt my mother tell me not to do ,but yes i too went outside with a lad, ended up living in nimbin for a year lol, thats where i got the name gypsy from my mum lived all over the country side after that however the person below me has lived in some different places ?
sarg said
03:11 PM Dec 29, 2012
Well yeah I have lived in a few places...........Born N bred in Sydney , Fairfield...Cabramatta, then travelled a little...Taree...Sydney...Leeton..Griffith...Hilston...Hay...Mossgiel...Ivanhoe...Wilcannia...Nyngan...Bourke...Narrabri...Glen Innes...Beaudesert...Nambour(first child born)...Brissie...Bowen...Back to Sydney (second child born)...Coonabarrabran...Parkes...Mildura...Adelaide (third child born)...zoommmm.Townsville....Mount Isa...zooommmmmm....Tassie, Deloraine....swim, swim... Melbourne... Canberra...then finished off where I started, just to name a few....BUT the person below me has not only lived in more places but has also ........................................
Rip and Rosie said
05:41 PM Dec 30, 2012
well, I have lived in a few places, not heaps...........
I have travelled UK, Europe, Turkey, Canada, NZ, little bit of Asia and lots and lots of Australia
.... but I'm back living in the house I was born in, in an area where my family have been for 7 generations.
However, I have been inside many strange places....................... churches, temples, mansions, museums, palaces, castles, convents, casinos, a harem, a brothel, an igloo, catacombs, hospitals, ancient ruins, underground mines, warships, sailing ships, universities, military bases, a turkish bath house, grass huts, medici villas and indian villages..... and of course art galleries!
The person below me has some different ones to add.......................................................
fireheart said
07:00 AM Jan 2, 2013
One of the funniest and strangest sights I have seen was a few years ago when in Brussels at the Cargo hangar at the Airport. My husband was flying for Gulf Air at the time and we had a midnight flight back to Bahrain, well I had been warned that I was not to laugh when we are arrived at the hangar. Was not informed as to why but once there I found it very hard to keep a straight face. It was like something out of a movie. Two pilots in complete uniform, husband and his first officer. The rest were from all over Europe and Russia. They were dressed in all manner of clothing some to make them look like they were in uniform, leather bomber jackets, the flat well used leather caps, many with huge handle bar moustaches(not sure of the spelling there, many with white scarves around their necks, they just needed the wind to be blowing and have the scarves blowing out behind them. All drinking coffee from tin cups and plastic mugs. Amazing scene. Then, we were to go out to the tarmac, sitting next to the brand new B767 belonging to Gulf Air were all manner of aircraft that really looked as though they should not be going anywhere at all. It was the funniest scene I have witnessed, as I said it was like something out of an old Hollywood movie. Of course the strangest thing was it was not only me looking at them and trying not to laugh it was them looking my husband and his offsider up and down, probably thinking who do they think they are?
A most wonderful trip with wonderful memories of the Middle East at that time, the sights, sounds and smells were wonderful and I think it was the first time I had the distinction of exotic.
I am sure the person below me has wonderful tales to tell of exotic places and times in their lives.................................................
Dunmowin said
02:11 AM Jan 3, 2013
most exotic - maybe, but scariest, definately. Flying for first time to UK with stop over at Abu Dhabi Airport, sitting in lounge at airport watching men wearing tea-towls as hats, and ladies in long flowing gowns, waiting for husband to go to toilets, realised I had money belt strapped to me, but no ID, He had it all with him in back pack. Sat with back to wall watching 180 degrees around me, convinced I would be kidnapped and left dead in the desert! Scary moment.
The next responder has a more memorable experience.
Rip and Rosie said
09:48 PM Jan 5, 2013
Was memorable that's for sure.
As avid genealogists we love cemeteries, and had travelled to a little town in the Victorian goldfields seeking the grave of a family member (well, a bit "removed" but thats an other story).
Lovely place, lots of interesting headstones and inscriptions, and a little chinese burning house up the back!
Pretty place, a bit dry though. I'm having a ball wandering along, photographing interesting graves and monuments, etc.
Dogs at my side.
Rip's over in the C of E section, browsing for the old girl's resting place.
Out pops a bunny, ......... "Lunch" thinks Mick, and he wants to be off, pulling on the lead and yapping his **** off!
Woops, wasn't us that disturbed the bunny, twas the big brown snake.
I'm heading back to the car, fast, dragging the dogs, and yelling for Rip.
Memorable it was!
"Only my dry-cleaner will ever know the truth" !!
Unlike the person below who is usually calmer in a crisis.................................
Beth54 said
11:44 PM Jan 5, 2013
...NOT! No calmness in this little story at all!
While 4WDing through Cooloola National Park with the family last week, I felt the call of nature. I'd been drinking lots of water during the morning, and was patiently waiting for someone else to say 'pit stop'. I hug on as long as I could but in the end I had to call it. Well, as soon as I got out of the car, it became reeealy critical! So much so that I forgot that once I'm down, I can't get up. Daughter came into the bushes with me to hold a towel behind me, as there was nowhere near enough bush to hide behind! I managed to squat okay, but couldn't get up again! Not even a small tree nearby to get leverage on!
We both got the giggles, which made the task even more impossible, so she decided she'd have to just drape the towel around my rear end, and come around front and haul me up! Talk about embarrassing!
The next person has had some adventures in the bushes too...
Rip and Rosie said
05:49 AM Jan 6, 2013
Not me, Beth, but many years ago my mum did!
We were on a family picnic -mum used to make dad take us all on a Sunday drive. Mum, like you, needed a wee, and like you, was shy/private.
We stopped along a dirt road in the bush, and mum wanted some tree cover, so she walked a fair way into the bush. She picked a large enough tree, went behind it, and did what she needed to do, with one eye trained back on us kids to be sure she was not being observed.
Suddenly there was a roar of engine, a cloud of dust and a loud wolf whistle not 6 feet behind her bare bum!
She had walked to the edge of another dirt track which met the road we had stopped on just a few yards further along!
We reckon mum got her knickers back up quicker than if a bull ant had nipped her!
We kids laughed about that for years.
The person below laughed at some one else's bum too...............................................
Dunmowin said
12:51 AM Jan 7, 2013
We might have to re-name this thread "pees in the bush"
While bush camped on private property near Rathdowney in SEQ, a hole was duly dug for our convenience, and a small toilet seat placed over it. While sitting doing what you have to do on the first morning, I realised what a beautiful view I had over the Logan River, and that in the distance across the river, I could see a house. I called out to Mr D "If I can see a house, can they see me?"
No response, but when it was Mr D's turn, he turned his back on the view!
The next person might have a better view/vista than this
glassies said
05:49 AM Jan 9, 2013
I was once staying in a house in nz where the toilet was down a track thank goodness it was Night time as it had no door and i could see a house lit up in the paddock in front of me,then one Time my hubby pulled over for me to do a wee on our way to 1770' i didnt notice but he did Had dropped me off on an ants nest ( yes hes mean sometimes) he also drove off leaving me there
Thank goodness no other cars were around ,im wondering what story the next person has
sarg said
04:08 AM Jan 10, 2013
Well a few years ago when I was just a lad, I used to visit my cousin at his dairy farm in Beaudesert. Being a city kid from Sydney I knew nothing about farms or feeding cattle in paddocks. We were a way from any convieniences in the back paddocks and wanting to have pee pee, I said to Brendan, that I needed to go. He said very casually .....Oh just go over there against the fence........WOW..........Well I did go but after picking myself up off the ground with my cousin laughing his head off, I would have killed him but It was a bit hard to run ...ha ha ha ha ah ah ha ha ahhh I saw the funny side of it much later ......about 2 years later........... Moral of this story .....never trust your cousin, especially when in a paddock with an electric fence. BUT the person below me has complete trust in.........
the rocket said
02:34 AM Jan 16, 2013
we are having such fun with this thread but seem to have stalled and i have such trust in rocket my childhood sweetheart then my middle age sweetheart and now my mature age sweetheart but the person below me saw something funny what could it be?
Rip and Rosie said
01:06 PM Jan 16, 2013
Yes, it was funny, in hindsight.
My childhood sweetheart and I met again after many years.................o.m.g. what a lucky escape!
He looked like a heavier version of his father, in a worn tweed jacket, with disfunctional children who looked like him!
He complained of his financial situation, and lack of opportunities, but didn't have a job, and didn't intend to get one.
He had no news of his siblings, as they all "thought they were too good", nor of this elderly mum because they "have nothing much in common".
He introduced his wife, the second one, who looked as frazzled as I felt after a 15 minute conversation.
The person below had a lucky escape too....................................
-- Edited by Rip and Rosie on Wednesday 16th of January 2013 01:08:12 PM
glassies said
11:14 PM Jan 16, 2013
I too ran i to an old flame so to speak who was a stunner at the age of 17 ,i ran into him When i was in my twenties and was horriffied ,he had no teeth and i would not of known If he had not of approached me, sadly he is now deceased and has been for quite sometime Due to drinking ,but i was amazed at how some people can change in looks and even There ways .
Beth54 said
02:27 AM Jan 17, 2013
My childhood sweetheart is still lovely and if he wasn't happily married I'd be chasing him right now!
We met in primary school, went to Sunday school together, then high school, him a year ahead of me. Our Mum's worked together for awhile and became firm friends. One of my family members bought a wardrobe from them several years later, and my name was plastered all over the inside! How sweet!
Alas, I stupidly ditched him in Year 8 for another, much to my regret later on. By then he had moved on. We see each other from time to time..school reunions, our parents funerals, sadly, and we are FB friends, and every time I see him my heart still does a little pitter patter.
Maybe in the next life...
The next person has ideas for their next life too...
Boothie said
07:15 AM Jan 18, 2013
All this talk has me maudling about my mistakes with women, and I am a MAN, my wiffy has health issues and we are retiring early to take the best of the rest, I have thought about the past loves, lusts and intrigues, so tired, my number one is now my love and always has been my love, so I guess the best meal I fed my love was the first meal that I cooked her after we were married and the worst meal that feed to a wife was....
Rip and Rosie said
07:57 PM Jan 22, 2013
.............well, I don't have a wife, and I was waiting for some one who did have one to respond next.
But they didn't, so here I am.
The worst meal I ever ate was someplace between Greece and Bulgaria, and some one's mum/wife/ grandma was cooking.
Rice and meatballs, but the meat balls were tough, and odd tasting, very chewy.
I kept asking (or signing) what it was, and the best I could understand was lamb.
I was polite, ate my rice, picked at the veges and washed it down it ouzo.
I tried to explain that lamb mince tasted different in Australia.
Nope...........not mince, she explained in sign language, sheeps balls, not minced.
The person below likes animals................................................
Not like the person below me who hardly ever.......................
Sorry for digressing,,carry on...
that cooking and sweating over a hot stove for xmas drives me nuts, i never do it ,prawns and yummy
chocolates etc for us here and a swim in the pool if its hot enough however the person below me is planning on?
buying a box of "chateau de cardboard" and enjoying the day. but the person below me drinks a finer wine...
like a flagon of sweet sherry . The next person , however likes a very exotic drink like . . . . . . . . .
A drinking habit
..which I can admit to almost 30 years on.
When we lived in a small mining town in NT there wasn't much to do, so like a lot of people I was drinking too much at social gatherings to 'drown my sorrows'.
Someone decided to put on a progressive dinner one night. First course was at the school..probably a no-no but it happened, and I downed a bottle of Spumanti with it. Second course was at the Bowls Club, and down went another bottle of Spumanti. When we got to third course at the Workers Club, there was no more Spumanti so I downed a bottle of Bodega. That's when I got sick!
I figure that third bottle was poisoned, not the first and second, just the third bottle!
The next person...
agrees with Beth . The first few drinks don't hurt at all , it's the last ones that give us thr wobblys .
The killer though , is the sleep . That's what brings on the hangover .
The next person has got a cure for hangovers though . . . . . . . .
At my youngest daughters in port mcquarie primary i dont think they have forgotten me ever since i
Decided to take a bottle of bali rice wine which tasted like metho but put oj with it and yes i had to do the
Song tell u a story about a man named jed ,well i won the comp for that but i was a bit of a disaster i was womdering what
The next persons idea of a good night out was lol
One where you wake up in the morning! (even better if your not hung over!)
Looks like we need a kick start here. Duh did not give a lead into the next person, so I have taken up the challenge....
My first words were: "chosen carefully for maximu effect", however, the next person is going to tell us the best piece of advise their parents gave them.
Merry Christmas fellow Grey Nomads, whether you are on the road, or at home with your families.
Going to the local dance...'Don't go outside the hall with a boy.' I obeyed until one very hot night, when I did go out and copped a big sloppy kiss!
That's where it all started...
The next persons start was a bit different...
Different allright .
I went outside with a girl , and that was also where it all started .
The person below me will , I'm sure , have a different story . . . . . . . .
a lad, ended up living in nimbin for a year lol, thats where i got the name gypsy from my mum lived all over
the country side after that however the person below me has lived in some different places ?
I have travelled UK, Europe, Turkey, Canada, NZ, little bit of Asia and lots and lots of Australia
.... but I'm back living in the house I was born in, in an area where my family have been for 7 generations.
However, I have been inside many strange places....................... churches, temples, mansions, museums, palaces, castles, convents, casinos, a harem, a brothel, an igloo, catacombs, hospitals, ancient ruins, underground mines, warships, sailing ships, universities, military bases, a turkish bath house, grass huts, medici villas and indian villages..... and of course art galleries!
The person below me has some different ones to add.......................................................
Two pilots in complete uniform, husband and his first officer. The rest were from all over Europe and Russia. They were dressed in all manner of clothing some to make them look like they were in uniform, leather bomber jackets, the flat well used leather caps, many with huge handle bar moustaches(not sure of the spelling there, many with white scarves around their necks, they just needed the wind to be blowing and have the scarves blowing out behind them. All drinking coffee from tin cups and plastic mugs. Amazing scene.
Then, we were to go out to the tarmac, sitting next to the brand new B767 belonging to Gulf Air were all manner of aircraft that really looked as though they should not be going anywhere at all. It was the funniest scene I have witnessed, as I said it was like something out of an old Hollywood movie.
Of course the strangest thing was it was not only me looking at them and trying not to laugh it was them looking my husband and his offsider up and down, probably thinking who do they think they are?
A most wonderful trip with wonderful memories of the Middle East at that time, the sights, sounds and smells were wonderful and I think it was the first time I had the distinction of exotic.
I am sure the person below me has wonderful tales to tell of exotic places and times in their lives.................................................
most exotic - maybe, but scariest, definately. Flying for first time to UK with stop over at Abu Dhabi Airport, sitting in lounge at airport watching men wearing tea-towls as hats, and ladies in long flowing gowns, waiting for husband to go to toilets, realised I had money belt strapped to me, but no ID, He had it all with him in back pack. Sat with back to wall watching 180 degrees around me, convinced I would be kidnapped and left dead in the desert! Scary moment.
The next responder has a more memorable experience.
As avid genealogists we love cemeteries, and had travelled to a little town in the Victorian goldfields seeking the grave of a family member (well, a bit "removed" but thats an other story).
Lovely place, lots of interesting headstones and inscriptions, and a little chinese burning house up the back!
Pretty place, a bit dry though. I'm having a ball wandering along, photographing interesting graves and monuments, etc.
Dogs at my side.
Rip's over in the C of E section, browsing for the old girl's resting place.
Out pops a bunny, ......... "Lunch" thinks Mick, and he wants to be off, pulling on the lead and yapping his **** off!
Woops, wasn't us that disturbed the bunny, twas the big brown snake.
I'm heading back to the car, fast, dragging the dogs, and yelling for Rip.
Memorable it was!
"Only my dry-cleaner will ever know the truth" !!
Unlike the person below who is usually calmer in a crisis.................................
...NOT! No calmness in this little story at all!
While 4WDing through Cooloola National Park with the family last week, I felt the call of nature. I'd been drinking lots of water during the morning, and was patiently waiting for someone else to say 'pit stop'. I hug on as long as I could but in the end I had to call it. Well, as soon as I got out of the car, it became reeealy critical! So much so that I forgot that once I'm down, I can't get up. Daughter came into the bushes with me to hold a towel behind me, as there was nowhere near enough bush to hide behind! I managed to squat okay, but couldn't get up again! Not even a small tree nearby to get leverage on!
We both got the giggles, which made the task even more impossible, so she decided she'd have to just drape the towel around my rear end, and come around front and haul me up! Talk about embarrassing!
The next person has had some adventures in the bushes too...
We were on a family picnic -mum used to make dad take us all on a Sunday drive. Mum, like you, needed a wee, and like you, was shy/private.
We stopped along a dirt road in the bush, and mum wanted some tree cover, so she walked a fair way into the bush. She picked a large enough tree, went behind it, and did what she needed to do, with one eye trained back on us kids to be sure she was not being observed.
Suddenly there was a roar of engine, a cloud of dust and a loud wolf whistle not 6 feet behind her bare bum!
She had walked to the edge of another dirt track which met the road we had stopped on just a few yards further along!
We reckon mum got her knickers back up quicker than if a bull ant had nipped her!
We kids laughed about that for years.
The person below laughed at some one else's bum too...............................................
We might have to re-name this thread "pees in the bush"
While bush camped on private property near Rathdowney in SEQ, a hole was duly dug for our convenience, and a small toilet seat placed over it. While sitting doing what you have to do on the first morning, I realised what a beautiful view I had over the Logan River, and that in the distance across the river, I could see a house. I called out to Mr D "If I can see a house, can they see me?"
No response, but when it was Mr D's turn, he turned his back on the view!
The next person might have a better view/vista than this
Night time as it had no door and i could see a house lit up in the paddock in front of me,then one
Time my hubby pulled over for me to do a wee on our way to 1770' i didnt notice but he did
Had dropped me off on an ants nest ( yes hes mean sometimes) he also drove off leaving me there
Thank goodness no other cars were around ,im wondering what story the next person has
Well a few years ago when I was just a lad, I used to visit my cousin at his dairy farm in Beaudesert. Being a city kid from Sydney I knew nothing about farms or feeding cattle in paddocks. We were a way from any convieniences in the back paddocks and wanting to have pee pee, I said to Brendan, that I needed to go. He said very casually .....Oh just go over there against the fence........WOW..........Well I did go but after picking myself up off the ground with my cousin laughing his head off, I would have killed him but It was a bit hard to run ...ha ha ha ha ah ah ha ha ahhh I saw the funny side of it much later ......about 2 years later........... Moral of this story .....never trust your cousin, especially when in a paddock with an electric fence. BUT the person below me has complete trust in.........
we are having such fun with this thread but seem to have stalled and i have such trust in rocket my childhood sweetheart then my middle age sweetheart and now my mature age sweetheart but the person below me saw something funny what could it be?
My childhood sweetheart and I met again after many years.................o.m.g. what a lucky escape!
He looked like a heavier version of his father, in a worn tweed jacket, with disfunctional children who looked like him!
He complained of his financial situation, and lack of opportunities, but didn't have a job, and didn't intend to get one.
He had no news of his siblings, as they all "thought they were too good", nor of this elderly mum because they "have nothing much in common".
He introduced his wife, the second one, who looked as frazzled as I felt after a 15 minute conversation.
The person below had a lucky escape too....................................
-- Edited by Rip and Rosie on Wednesday 16th of January 2013 01:08:12 PM
When i was in my twenties and was horriffied ,he had no teeth and i would not of known
If he had not of approached me, sadly he is now deceased and has been for quite sometime
Due to drinking ,but i was amazed at how some people can change in looks and even
There ways .
My childhood sweetheart is still lovely and if he wasn't happily married I'd be chasing him right now!
We met in primary school, went to Sunday school together, then high school, him a year ahead of me. Our Mum's worked together for awhile and became firm friends. One of my family members bought a wardrobe from them several years later, and my name was plastered all over the inside! How sweet!
Alas, I stupidly ditched him in Year 8 for another, much to my regret later on. By then he had moved on. We see each other from time to time..school reunions, our parents funerals, sadly, and we are FB friends, and every time I see him my heart still does a little pitter patter.
Maybe in the next life...
The next person has ideas for their next life too...
But they didn't, so here I am.
The worst meal I ever ate was someplace between Greece and Bulgaria, and some one's mum/wife/ grandma was cooking.
Rice and meatballs, but the meat balls were tough, and odd tasting, very chewy.
I kept asking (or signing) what it was, and the best I could understand was lamb.
I was polite, ate my rice, picked at the veges and washed it down it ouzo.
I tried to explain that lamb mince tasted different in Australia.
Nope...........not mince, she explained in sign language, sheeps balls, not minced.
The person below likes animals................................................
Rosie