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Friday, 29 May 2015

Five things Friday



How is everyone on this Friday afternoon, ok it may not be Friday afternoon were you are but it is here, well since it is Friday it is five things Friday.

Too tired to move but have to do so anyway (boys to get from school)

Owls (on fingers, in ears, on wrist and around the neck) jewellery

Wearing slippers to go get the boys from school (would never have dreamt it when I was 20)

Clothes driers (need them in this weather)

Aching neck and shoulders (would love a massage )




Thursday, 28 May 2015

Motivation Thursday

I would like to say I have never died on the inside, but that would be a lie as I have as have pretty much any human, am I stronger and wiser, I hope I am but at times I wonder. 

Tuesday, 26 May 2015

History Tuesday................Len Waters


Have you heard of Len Waters?

I bet you haven't a clue who he was, I know until I watched an episode of

So I decided to write a post and tell others about him he was born Leonard Victor Waters on the 20th June 1924 at the Euraba Mission in northern New South Wales.

He was the first Australian Aboriginal military aviator, and the only one to serve as a fighter pilot in the Royal Australian Air Force (RAAF) during World War II. Aborigines at the time suffered significant discrimination and disadvantages in Australian society, such as restrictions on movement, residence, employment, and access to services and citizenship. Waters was working as a shearer when he joined the RAAF in 1942.

Training initially as a mechanic, he volunteered for flying duties and graduated as a sergeant pilot in 1944. He flew P-40 Kittyhawks in the South West Pacific, where he completed 95 missions. By the end of the war he had risen to the rank of warrant officer.

Although the military had officially barred or restricted the recruitment of Aborigines in earlier periods, these impediments were significantly relaxed after Japan entered the war and Australia came under direct attack. He volunteered for service in the RAAF on 24 August 1942 and was accepted. He began training as an aircraft mechanic, but later volunteered for flying service, and commenced initial training in Victoria, in December 1943.

The interviewer thought he looked "a bit rough" but "should make a fighter", he believed his lack of education would be a disadvantage, and studied nights to make up for it. Keen to be a pilot, he was concerned that he would be allocated to duty as a wireless operator because he showed an aptitude for Morse code early on.

The first aircraft to which he was assigned had already been named Black Magic even before he took over its controls.

He grew up at Nindigully, near St George in Queensland, and was educated to the seventh grade at Nindigilly State School. Hearing tales of pioneering aviators Charles Kingsford Smith, Amy Johnson and Charles Lindbergh, and reading stories of Biggles, Flash Gordon and Buck Rogers, he had, as he put it, his "head in the clouds" from an early age.

After leaving school when he was 14 to support his family, working alongside his father as a ring barker and being pain 10 shillings a week for seven days work, this was about 1/6th of the average way at the time. He later worked as a shearer.

Following his discharge from the RAAF in 1946, he attempted to start a regional airline but was unable to secure financial backing and government approval, he went back to shearing and died in 1993 at the age of 69.
In 1995–96, Waters was commemorated in several ways: Australia Post depicted his portrait on a stamp and that of his P-40 Kittyhawk fighter "Black Magic" on an aĆ©rogramme, Black Magic Port was named after his personal Kittyhawk; Len Waters Place, a park in Inala, was opened; Moree Plans Shire Council dedicated Leonard Waters Park in Boggabilla, New South Wales; and Len Waters Street in Ngunnawal, Australian Capital Territory, was named after him.


Monday, 25 May 2015

Not much on this Monday, I am too sick to bother much


Just a quick post today to let everyone know that I feel like shit today, ok during the day I felt ok but as it has gotten darker and colder I am feeling more like shit.

Yesterday Tim, Jessica, Leo, Blain and I went to Australia Reptile Park and it was a great day out we stopped at Macca's for lunch and took drinks for while we where at the park because we all know that food in these places cost a bloody lot.

I have Leo here tonight, I have started having him on Monday nights when I don't have Blain as Leo likes to be here without Blain just as Blain likes being here without Leo.


You know I didn't check my emails on Friday, Saturday and Sunday and this morning I had a total of $442 emails to got through, well I read today's emails and picked some out of the other days but most I just deleted as it would have taken me most of the day to go through them all and most were blog posts, so this morning I only read 26 blog posts and moved onto answering some mail. 

Friday, 22 May 2015

Five things Friday............it's bloody cold and wet and windy


Here are at Friday again and what a cold and wet Friday it has been, and yes I was out and about it's Friday and that is shopping day, anyway here are this weeks five things.

Long sleeve singlets

A little boy in tears (missing his mum)

Riding a motorbike in wet and windy weather (not me)

Another little boy wanting to stay with nan not mum and nan saying no, yes I do say no at times.


Leo here so Blain now laughing ( no Leo is not staying, just here while his mum does something)

Thursday, 21 May 2015

Motivational Thursday.........Life's too short

I have said for a long time “life's too short to be miserable” and I stand by that, yes sometimes we can't help but be sad and depressed things happen in life to make one both of those but over all we have to chose to try and be happy, to enjoy life.


There are many things in life that cause us upset but dwelling on them achieves nothing but sorrow and/or a headache so why bother and yes I know it is easy to say chose to be happy but often choosing to be happy is the first step to a happy life, maybe not always but isn't it worth a shot, why do you have to lose.