The 1000 steps Kokoda Memorial Trail

I got out yesterday and walked the Kokoda Memorial Trail based at the foot of Mount Dandenong ... all 1000 steps! My legs are screaming at me today that I don't walk enough....  ;-)

 

The Thief Who Ruined Christmas

I bolted upright,

I didn't make a sound,

I padded to the door,

Stepping over toys that lay on the ground.
 

I crept toward the stairs,

Just to see if Santa had been,

For I thought I'd heard a noise,

But maybe it was just a dream.
 

I tiptoed silently down the stairs,

So I wouldn't wake the rest of the house,
And edged my way to the lounge room door,

As silent as a mouse.
 

I peeped around the corner.

And couldn’t believe what I could see?
Someone was taking presents,
From under our Christmas tree!

I looked again,

This was just not right.
He was taking our presents,
But .... Not without a fight!

I jumped out from behind the door,

Coiled up into a bunch,
I launched myself at him,
And landed with a sickening crunch.

He jumped into the air,

Spilling presents to the floor.
And he knocked a table flying,
As he scrambled for the door.

He wasn't leaving though,

For I was ready to stand and fight.
My eyes tracked his every move,
As he tried to flee into the night.

I launched myself onto his back,

And dug in deep.
As he let out a terrible scream,
And we went down in a tangled heap.

We wrestled and fought,

And he threw me on my back,
He held me there panting,
While I snarled and I spat.

He grabbed me by the scruff of the neck

And pinned me to the floor,
"Just look what you've done!" He screamed,
As he pointed towards the door.

I looked up in horror.

The lounge was in an awful state.
The presents were in tatters,
And the tinsel and baubles had suffered a similar fate.

The noise had woken the rest of the house,

And they couldn't get down stairs fast enough,
Puzzled at all the commotion and shouting, 
"What on earth is all the fuss?"

"Look at what that psycho has done", he screamed,

As he stormed out the door.
And I?
I could only crawl away,
With my eyes glued to the kitchen floor.

Every eye in the room glared at me,
And I felt so ashamed.
For they glared,
Knowing it was me that was to blame.

"Christmas is ruined" they cried,
"You have no idea what you've done!
Dad is positively fuming, 
And he's gone to get his gun!"

"You'd better make yourself scarce,
And stay away for the night.
He said you'd be trouble,
And now you've proved him right!

But why did you go berserk,

And attack him like that?
The lady at the shelter promised,
That you were the most docile ... Kitty Cat!

Everyone is a Reader....

Everyone is a reader, it's just that some haven't found their favourite book yet..

Waiting for Inspiration

Waiting for inspiration today ... meanwhile dishes are piling up in the sink. But I'm not giving up ... yet!

Project .. Boots for Bubba

And not to forget something for my newest Grandbaby who is due early August and because it is going to be pretty cold ... I whipped up some high-top converse bootees. :-)

Project .. A Whole Flock

 

Currently knitting for the my grandbabies. Something for each one to cuddle at night and since the numbers have grown .... I seem to have knitted a whole flock!! :-)

The Beach

"Go to the beach and have some fun," they said,   

"Don't stay in!"
"Go to the beach and relax instead."

So I packed my brolly and my picnic hamper too,
And zoomed off for the day,
In my trusty two door Subaru.

Now it was very hot and humid on the beach that day,

And I scanned the heaving crowd,
With an increasing sense of dismay.

For this was not what I had in mind.

I had come to the beach with a book,
To relax, recharge and unwind.

But I decided to make the best of the summer sun,
Even as the sweat began to trickle down my bikini,
And tickle my bum.

I marched across the beach as if I didn't have a care,

Trying to kid myself,

As I sashayed along with hip swinging flair.

Now I don't know why I insisted upon wearing heels that day,

It makes a girl look slimmer,
What can I say?

But as I sank ankle deep into the sand,
I heard people laugh,
At the craters that opened and closed,
As I staggered on past. 

When I finally made my way to the only vacant spot,

And tried to hoist my brolly in the sand,
The wind whipped it away,
And it nearly wiped out a small boy, a family and an elderly man.

Now I began to despair,
For sun screen had congealed on my skin,
And mixed with sand,
Had caused some rather embarrassing chaffing.

And just when I thought I could finally relax,

My new beach chair gave a little groan,
And then it collapsed!

I crashed in a heap,
And lay face down in the sand.
When a gentleman raced up,
I gladly accepted his offer, as he kindly took me by the hand.

But as I brushed off the sand,

I felt an uncomfortable breeze.
Only to find that my bikini,
Was dangling down at my knees!

I felt embarrassed horror creep up into my face.

And when I looked up,
I saw the horror mirrored in his eyes,
As he stumbled away in distaste.

It was then I made a dash for my trusty Subaru.

Only to find I'd been issued with a ticket.
Oh and not only one ... but TWO!

So if you plan to head for the seaside in your summer break,

Forget the hassle of the beach,
Grab your hamper and head for the LAKE!!