tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45858722709630591802023-11-17T00:25:57.840+11:00Saint BernardSaint Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16444039712441368462noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585872270963059180.post-72537188305341523202009-06-30T11:33:00.001+10:002009-06-30T11:35:40.938+10:00A Prayer For All Bloggers<div>Every single evening, As I'm lying here in bed,
This tiny little Prayer, Keeps running through my head:
God bless all my family, Wherever they may be,
Keep them warm and safe from harm, For they're so close to me.
And God, there is one more thing, I wish that you could do;
Hope you don't mind me asking, Please bless my computer too.
Now I know that it's unusual, to Bless a motherboard,
But listen just a second, While I explain it to you, Lord.
You see, that little metal box, Holds more than odds and ends;
Inside those small compartments, Rest so many of my friends.
I know so much about them, By the kindness that they give,
And this little scrap of metal, Takes me in to where they live.
Please take an extra minute, From your duties up above,
To bless those in my address book, That's filled with so much love.
Wherever else this prayer may reach, To each and every friend,
Bless each e-mail inbox, And each person who hits 'send'.
Amen</div>Saint Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16444039712441368462noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585872270963059180.post-7298671769899643722009-04-24T10:40:00.005+10:002009-04-26T16:57:37.107+10:00Happy Mother's DayTo my dear wife, my daughter and daughter-in-law who are great Mothers.
I was going through some old "treasures" and found this poem written by my daughter to her Mum (when an early teenager). Below is the front page of the booklet card.
<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq3avfG8kZDrzv1NoRlstFH5F5dtge-B7o6_jOsSxrJSk6Jq50_HtMQmPkm6XgGlgJ3d6pWlEiXeA1JPz5tQArPdQAXCwcJgoKEMQXjQG3AOO8O9Xms93Le7ty1abiuFqHXyILbwKrIXs/s1600-h/Mother's+Day+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328885003652324994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq3avfG8kZDrzv1NoRlstFH5F5dtge-B7o6_jOsSxrJSk6Jq50_HtMQmPkm6XgGlgJ3d6pWlEiXeA1JPz5tQArPdQAXCwcJgoKEMQXjQG3AOO8O9Xms93Le7ty1abiuFqHXyILbwKrIXs/s320/Mother's+Day+004.JPG" border="0" /></a> It says - <em>Happy Mothers Day to My Mum! The best that Ever held the paddle!!</em></p><p>then goes on to say in the inside:</p><p><em>To Mum,</em></p><p align="center"><em>A Poem by Me for Mum.</em></p><p align="left"><em>Some Mums are Old & Dreary</em></p><p align="left"><em>They Moan & Groan all Day.</em></p><p align="left"><em>Some Mums are Sweet & Patient</em></p><p align="left"><em>Perfectly Gorgeous (thats what they say)</em></p><p align="left"><em>Some Mums are fierce & horrible</em></p><p align="left"><em>And scare you half to death,</em></p><p align="left"><em>And some are even meaner,</em></p><p align="left"><em>They have Smoke and Fire for breath!!</em></p><p align="left"><em>But my Mum's not old & yucky,</em></p><p align="left"><em>Or patient or fierce or horrible.</em></p><p align="left"><em>Or gorgeos or mean or a pain,</em></p><p align="left"><em>Cause my mum is the Greatest,</em></p><p align="left"><em>So I'd just like to say.</em></p><p align="left"><em>To a mum who is JUST RIGHT.</em></p><p align="left"><em>"The happiest of Mothers Days!"</em></p><p align="left"><em>Love (Mum-ee with a "y" at the end) </em></p><p align="left">Her brother probably forget to get a card so he signed it too! </p><p align="left"><em>Love Wolf(y)</em></p><p><em></em> </p><p>All the Capitals and Puntuation just as it was written (in running writing)</p><p align="left">
</p>Saint Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16444039712441368462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585872270963059180.post-58282780764690363522009-02-07T15:39:00.004+11:002009-02-07T16:01:04.399+11:00I'M OFF THE AIR<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">I'm using the church's laptop - very difficult keyboard - to send this as my computer seems to have lost the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bigpond</span> Modem's driver, I think.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">So until I get that fixed I'm off the air. We are also off to Kingscliff next week - Sunday to Wednesday to visit a good friend there.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">So until I'm back on air - Abyssinia</span></div>Saint Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16444039712441368462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585872270963059180.post-15357480162066599062009-01-17T08:57:00.005+11:002009-01-17T09:16:11.812+11:00Guess NQwolf & I are the Dumb Ones!<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Well, seem's as though my son (NQwolf) married into quite an intelligent family. Both Chimera & Mummy McTavish worked out the answer to the below quiz. Chimera's answer was not spot on, but she did work out that without the first letter of each word, what was left was a Palindrome, so -</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">CONGRATULATIONS TO YOU TWO ALSO!!!!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">With the mixing of the genes of our two families, things bode well for Lion & Dragon's future. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">(Yes, Possum Princess, you can now have the coffee and chocolates)</span></div>Saint Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16444039712441368462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585872270963059180.post-72373984924317117742009-01-16T15:53:00.002+11:002009-01-16T15:58:45.660+11:00Congratulations Mum-me!<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Yes, Mum-me got the the correct anwer to the quiz, but did anyone find the answer in the blog itself? All you had to do was left click your mouse and scroll or drag it over the space at the bottom of the blog and all would have been revealed.</span></div>Saint Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16444039712441368462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585872270963059180.post-77872670318532361052009-01-16T10:47:00.009+11:002009-01-16T11:15:17.595+11:00Take a Coffee Break and Try this Quiz.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo1gCUA-vJ0WNZBhHKglgIy48A_HxPM_saWmogfoKzLvn8oorc4J51dp6v4876CExwScXuSzttHsuh5l0HwqEQnv1lXQBk1PYr5n5cx8hsX465XnDev7kTkHohJ0GSm_b3yPSUxLqiJiU/s1600-h/!cid_9EBB2878565D4EEBBA0AC21CD8F233D9%40homedesktop.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291671881954633778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo1gCUA-vJ0WNZBhHKglgIy48A_HxPM_saWmogfoKzLvn8oorc4J51dp6v4876CExwScXuSzttHsuh5l0HwqEQnv1lXQBk1PYr5n5cx8hsX465XnDev7kTkHohJ0GSm_b3yPSUxLqiJiU/s320/!cid_9EBB2878565D4EEBBA0AC21CD8F233D9%40homedesktop.gif" border="0" /></a>
C IF U can figure it out? </div><div align="center">I could not figure it out and had to look at the answer. </div><div align="center">Especially for all you who have good word skills (unlike me).</div><div align="center">See if you can figure out what these words have in common?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>1 Banana</strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">2 Dresser</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">3 Grammar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">4 Potato</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">5 Revive</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">6 Uneven</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>7 Assess</strong> </span></span></div>
Look at each word carefully. (You'll kick yourself when you discover the answer.)
<div align="justify">Send me your thoughts and I'll give you the answer in a day or two (or you may even find the answer yourself somewhere in my blog space) Good Luck !! </div><div align="justify">
<span style="color:#ffffff;">Here is the answer: No, it is not that they all have at least 2 double letters. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Correct Answer: In all of the words listed, if you take the first letter, place it at the end of the word, and then spell the word backwards, it will be the same word.
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Here is a picture of him - obviously a throwback to his original roots (we St. Bernard's were bred from these wild ones). Notice the eagle, proving he was born in USA, the national animal emblem of that great nation.</span>
</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0KGLiHUQ78NU20LZhGikQFufZw0dnH2wxzPW5srobXtnDtM00qm6jLyFwZnuA0A-0KsW0PiTXGuR52lVAyaykkXXdiPJ2g-_e6Ll4knDwq-7WNevp49-Ny-GHAbivD2GgKIsk6gv-L3k/s1600-h/2051~Wolf-and-Eagle-Posters.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286933569129226594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0KGLiHUQ78NU20LZhGikQFufZw0dnH2wxzPW5srobXtnDtM00qm6jLyFwZnuA0A-0KsW0PiTXGuR52lVAyaykkXXdiPJ2g-_e6Ll4knDwq-7WNevp49-Ny-GHAbivD2GgKIsk6gv-L3k/s400/2051~Wolf-and-Eagle-Posters.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="justify"></a><span style="font-family:arial;">I guess when he was a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">young'n</span> we couldn't afford prawns, so he never got a taste for them. However there is still hope because I never really got the taste for them until I got older. Mummy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">McTavish</span> says she likes them with garlic, but on this issue I must agree with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">NQwolf</span> - garlic is the ruination of any food that is tainted with it (even a little bit). <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">HB</span> from "the Aussie half-dozen" would agree with Mrs <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">McTavish</span> - I've never seen anyone prepare his garlic prawns with as much garlic as he does and then be able to eat them - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">phewww</span>!!! <span style="font-size:85%;">(I've never tried them with honey, but that sounds like it would be quite <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">scrumptious</span>.)</span></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Of course, all is said with 'touch in cheek', we are all entitled to our own preferences in food without fear or favour - some people even eat dogs!!??!! -<em><span style="font-size:85%;"> which came from wolves</span></em>.</span></p>Saint Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16444039712441368462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585872270963059180.post-92045208854144721522009-01-02T16:16:00.007+11:002009-01-02T16:47:53.516+11:00Who Likes Prawns?<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">"The Aussie Half Dozen" plus Mum-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ee</span> & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">HB</span> have been staying with us for the last week. It just so happens that we have one of Australia's best Chinese Restaurants, called the Jade Court, here at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Tanilba</span> Bay. (The Honeyed Chicken is just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">scrumptious</span> - according to Dragon & Possum). It is a sort of tradition that when family visits, we all go to the Jade Court for a meal. To keep up tradition, today we all went to for our traditional meal. Whilst everyone loves the Honeyed Chicken, there are two who just detest Prawns - there's obviously something wrong with them, but there you go! We almost got Dragon to try one, see below, but in the end he (honey) chickened out.
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</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2UKv3_lZV3bfB1BBcUROpa8BZWEk0vWnnafz6idyUAf1NG1VZ5LASBr69P2qZ2W_6cpF-Alj1mN9iPx6Y_pvoogUSUpFBLuGMLkB60A5agCckoPlwZ2LUBAzFnXcnCi1ST4X6hDRIXl4/s1600-h/P1021784.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286561696320915650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2UKv3_lZV3bfB1BBcUROpa8BZWEk0vWnnafz6idyUAf1NG1VZ5LASBr69P2qZ2W_6cpF-Alj1mN9iPx6Y_pvoogUSUpFBLuGMLkB60A5agCckoPlwZ2LUBAzFnXcnCi1ST4X6hDRIXl4/s400/P1021784.JPG" border="0" /></a>
<span style="font-family:arial;">Then it was Possum's turn. She actually put it in her mouth, chewed it up and then swallowed it. See below for the after reaction.
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<p align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGx-6Sxu1kbx1FI39L8x_bGfSm6MXFqlxQ_hPRpC-Nx66RuinfQ0T5ecsNr7E5ffwtf90O0glPBg95rrt-OPeN2WpyM131-wYLbhm8BrVwot47pKb_OcQdhXrUQFQbLvOTRLwO3KydcpQ/s1600-h/P1021786.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286562287168921554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGx-6Sxu1kbx1FI39L8x_bGfSm6MXFqlxQ_hPRpC-Nx66RuinfQ0T5ecsNr7E5ffwtf90O0glPBg95rrt-OPeN2WpyM131-wYLbhm8BrVwot47pKb_OcQdhXrUQFQbLvOTRLwO3KydcpQ/s400/P1021786.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">So, I guess, it's true - there are some people in this world who just can't stomach PRAWNS - and we have two of them in our family, where did we go wrong?</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">However, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Mousie</span> saved the family reputation, she just LOVES 'em - you can see her eyeing off the ones that Possum wasn't going to eat.</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">We all had a lovely meal, thank you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">HB</span>, and went home well sated.</span></p>Saint Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16444039712441368462noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585872270963059180.post-64380981398190892242009-01-01T14:52:00.005+11:002009-01-01T14:59:45.240+11:00For My Wayward Daughter-In-Law<p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;">Remember this the next time you are tempted to have a taste of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Champers</span>!!
</span><span style="font-family:arial;">It was at the end of the school year, and a kindergarten teacher was receiving gifts from her pupils.
The florist's son handed her a gift. She shook it, held it overhead, and said, "I bet I know what it is. Some flowers." "
That's right" the boy said, "but how did you know?"
"Oh, just a wild guess," she said.
The next pupil was the candy shop owner's daughter.
The teacher held her gift overhead, shook it, and said, "I bet I can guess what it is. A box of sweets."
"That's right, but how did you know?" asked the girl.
"Oh, just a wild guess," said the teacher.
The next gift was from the son of the liquor store owner. The teacher held the package overhead, but it was leaking. She touched a drop of the leakage with her finger and touched it to her tongue.
"Is it wine?" she asked.
"No," the boy replied, with some excitement.
The teacher repeated the process, taking a larger drop of the leakage to her tongue.
"Is it champagne?" she asked.
"No," the boy replied, with more excitement.
The teacher took one more taste before declaring, "I give up, what is it?"
With great glee, the boy replied, "It's a puppy!"</span></p><p align="justify"><span >Hopefully not a St Bernard.</span></p>Saint Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16444039712441368462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585872270963059180.post-10511348319453986522009-01-01T14:29:00.003+11:002009-01-01T14:35:39.546+11:00For all those parents out there who are finding it hard to cope with their children's bad behaviour.<div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;">God's Kids
</span>Whenever your children are out of control, you can take comfort from the thought that even God's omnipotence did not extend to His own children.
After creating heaven and earth, God created Adam and Eve. The first thing he said was, "Don't."
"Don't what?" Adam replied.
"Don't eat the forbidden fruit," God said.
"Forbidden fruit? We have forbidden fruit? Hey, Eve...we have forbidden fruit!"
"No way!"
"Yes, way!"
"Do NOT eat the fruit!" said God.
"Why?"
"Because I am your Father and I said so!" God replied, wondering why he stopped creation after making the elephants.
A few minutes later, God saw his children having an apple break and he was ticked! "Didn't I tell you not to eat the fruit?" God, as our first parent, asked.
"Uh huh," Adam replied.
"Then why did you?" said the Father.
"I don't know," said Eve.
"She started it!" Adam said.
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"DID NOT!"
Having had it with the two of them, God's punishment was that Adam and Eve should have children of their own.
Thus, the pattern was set and it has never changed! But there is reassurance in this story. If you have persistently and lovingly tried to give children wisdom and they haven't taken it, don't be hard on yourself. </span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">If God had trouble raising children, what made you think it would be a piece of cake for you</span></strong></div>Saint Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16444039712441368462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585872270963059180.post-59397171069463829822008-12-26T15:17:00.007+11:002008-12-26T15:50:36.478+11:00A Typical PNG Graduation<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">'She who must be obeyed' (from hereon called 'SWMBO') is a MK (Missionary Kid) - that means she was brought up on a Mission Station - usually in a country other than their own and typically a third world country. Her parents went to the Eastern Highland of Papua New Guinea in 1953, into uncontrolled territory, and set up a Christian Mission Station, which they called Faith Mission (FM), to bring the Good News (Christian Gospel) to the native people of the Gimi Tribe near a village called Gono.</span> This Mission is still an active Christian Ministry with two American (husband & wife) missionaries overseeing the work but is now mostly run by the Gimi Christians, who have developed and spread the work to other areas of PNG under the name of Faith Fellowship Church (FMC).</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">The Gono Mission has an Aid Post - which is actually a small hospital with several beds and an outpatient ward. It also runs a Primary/High School for the village children. Both of these are overseen by an extremely dedicated missionary whom we shall call Sister B - she is a qualified Nurse and Teacher.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Many things are done twice in PNG. This is because they want to enter the civilized (Western) way of of doing things but still wish to hold onto their traditional ways.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">So here we have a High School graduation in Traditional Dress -
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And then again in the so-called civilized style. Sister B is shown in this photo with the five Graduates.
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Don't you love their shoes !!!Saint Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16444039712441368462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585872270963059180.post-77234183457995637082008-12-25T18:46:00.010+11:002008-12-25T19:06:59.894+11:00A Pleasant Christmas Dinner<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAJS6hxF6zGHs3vLiafzjlaRgADxOcDSfrDSxJ2v_oQNe8K6PyGpvvwn_NvzvmbqLOC8zzx2mlXt0eNrTrOqPEFkCYnLJET2rpMcYmY6aSd1PnLp0InJHsUwqAHHFDdaev8Lw64JpXrC4/s1600-h/PC251763.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283631437572048882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAJS6hxF6zGHs3vLiafzjlaRgADxOcDSfrDSxJ2v_oQNe8K6PyGpvvwn_NvzvmbqLOC8zzx2mlXt0eNrTrOqPEFkCYnLJET2rpMcYmY6aSd1PnLp0InJHsUwqAHHFDdaev8Lw64JpXrC4/s320/PC251763.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">
Preparations for Christmas Dinner are almost over and my mouth is watering for that tasty turkey there just waiting to be eaten (before it gets too cold).
Even Grandma is helping out by cutting up the strawberries for the pavlova for desert.
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Time for a quick photo before my plate of goodies gets cold.
God Bless You All on this Christmas Day 2008 and Best Wishes for a Happy New Year ! </span>Saint Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16444039712441368462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585872270963059180.post-78535179348395606992008-12-23T21:41:00.021+11:002008-12-24T22:32:18.654+11:00Santa Came Early This YearA PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS.
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Santa came early to the "Our Aussie Half-Dozen" household this year.
This Santa is very near and dear to my heart - and he has a special place in his heart for these half dozen kids.
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When Santa left, after giving each child a present, "she who must be obeyed" and I gave out the presents that we had brought for them. So we had a great time of gift giving and we think (and hope) that everyone was happy with what they received.
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THE AFTERMATH
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We know you're not Santa - just Santa's helper, but we're happy to have our photo taken with you, Grandpap !Saint Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16444039712441368462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585872270963059180.post-50020128288077914852008-12-16T18:14:00.028+11:002008-12-16T22:34:13.623+11:00Christian Jingle BellsDashing down the stairs, to see what Santa brought<div align><span></div>
Forgetful of the one whose blood our freedom bought<div align><span></div>
Open cards and gifts; eat ham and turkey too<div align><span></div>
But we forgot the one to whom this special day is due. - Oh<div align><span></div>
<em>Chorus<div align><span></div>
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way,<div align><span></div>
Jesus Christ the Prince of Peace was born upon this day - hey<div align><span></div>
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Sing with joy and mirth,<div align><span></div>
Oh what fun to celebrate our Lord and Saviour's birth!<div align><span></div><div align><span></div><div align><span></div>
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Christmas time is fun, that we all agree,<div align><span></div>
Sharing time and gifts with the family.<div align><span></div>
But there is much more to this Christmas day,<div align><span></div>
More than toys and gifts and food - together let us say - Oh!<div align><span></div><div align><span></div>
<em>Chorus<div align><span></div><div align><span></div>
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Let's dash down to church on this sunny Christmas morn,<div align><span></div>
Everyone rejoice for Jesus Christ was born,<div align><span></div>
In Bethlehem this day, so many years ago.<div align><span></div>
He lived on Earth and died in pain<div align><span></div>
because he loves us so - Oh!<div align><span></div><div align><span></div><div align><span></div>
<em>Chorus</em><div align><span></div><div align><span></div>
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<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">The words to this song were written by my daughter, <em>Mum-me</em> from the <em>"Our Aussie Half Dozen"</em> blog, written, I 'm guessing, in the very early 1990's and sung by our church almost every Christmas since, especially when I'm leading the singing. I'm not leading this Christmas, so maybe it won't be sung this year. However, it's very easy to pick-up, just think of the tune <em>Jingle Bells</em> and sing this song to that tune. Many people have asked for the words once they heard it sung. </span></div>Saint Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16444039712441368462noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585872270963059180.post-26280490541737634642008-12-15T22:40:00.015+11:002008-12-16T10:21:22.240+11:00What's Christmas Without Carols?<span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRov9krc0azW5g5oc9lWDUTAPJ17JGAYOHjvSK880ULlB5TSNRxU-RL7G9TZHnMYd9n-ZmVnWRSfXTDhMJNtlvgAJMOh3jV9GDwr4Lp40dypxeSmNiuwXE3GznX3yF9sCo7IGT8qdEhhw/s1600-h/DSCF0127.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279993353119387842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRov9krc0azW5g5oc9lWDUTAPJ17JGAYOHjvSK880ULlB5TSNRxU-RL7G9TZHnMYd9n-ZmVnWRSfXTDhMJNtlvgAJMOh3jV9GDwr4Lp40dypxeSmNiuwXE3GznX3yF9sCo7IGT8qdEhhw/s320/DSCF0127.JPG" border="0" /></a>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>Well, it's not Christmas at all - is it? </em></span></div>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">At least most, if not all of my readers will agree, I hope.</span></div>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Last night we had our local "Combined Churches Christmas Carols" at the local school hall. It was quite a success, with more than 150 people attending. I know that because we had 150 (battery operated) candles to give out and ran out just before things got under way. These 'candles were left over from last year's Christmas Carols Night, that was supposed to be held in the open air in the Baptist church grounds, but a storm came right on starting time and we had to quickly move everything (including the people who stayed) into the church and have it there. Everyone was in good spirits, but the rain (storm) did put a damper the whole night - and consequently we had heaps of left over 'candles' that we had hoped to sell and make a small profit for the Scripture in Schools programme. So instead of selling the left over 'candles', last night, we gave them away and asked for donations which was then given to the same programme - I didn't count it, but <em>"she who must be obeyed"</em> thought it was over $100. Date 16/12/08 (Actually came in at $181.50)</span></div>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Each church had a part to play - </span></div>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">The Catholics did a 'something' at the beginning with candles and lots of words that not very many people listened to, because the sound system wasn't working too well, but they soldiered on (even when the candles wouldn't light when they were supposed to) and finished with a swinging calypso carol and everyone finally got the beat.</span></div>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">A young Christian Pop band with dancers then did a number about Mary and baby Jesus - have no idea where they came from (they all left as soon as they finished their number). Maybe they were from the Uniting Church (they weren't on the programme sheet, so must have been a late entry).</span></div>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">The Anglicans did a short play (two actors) an angel and a shepherd - it was a farce about a new, timid, scared angel coming to bring glad tidings to an arrogant, unimpressed shepherd that was more afraid of the noisy angel scaring his sheep than being sore afraid of the angels. But it ended well with the "Hallelujah Chorus" scaring off the sheep.</span></div>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bapos</span> did a puppet show, which went over very well, especially with the kids, about the word Christmas & Xmas and why Christ shouldn't be left out of Christmas. Two of our deacon(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">esses</span>) did that and excelled themselves. That Puppetry Course they went to several months ago was worth the money.</span></div>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">In between all of these activities we had - you guessed it - Christmas Carols, of course - isn't that why we were there? But the 'piece <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">de</span> resistance' was the Combined Churches Choir - we (yes, I was in the choir) had been practising, at the Reformed Church, for the last couple of months every Sunday afternoon for about an hour at a time. We sang, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">acappella</span>, harmonising in four parts, five carols and as I said, we were the show stoppers of the night. Okay, okay maybe I am a little bit biased, so all together it went off very well with a magnificent supper to follow.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">If you look carefully at the photo at the top of this pontification (it was supposed to go above these words, but somehow ended up at the top) you will see an old guy, with long grey hair, in the middle of the back row - guess who?</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">PS The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">RSL</span> decided to have their Carol's Night last night too!! Wouldn't you believe it, and they had Fireworks at the end of theirs, as well as the local school choir participating (whose school hall we were using), so for us to get over 150 people in competition to what they offered, I think we did pretty well - don't you?</span></div>Saint Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16444039712441368462noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585872270963059180.post-38401098341667998882008-12-13T16:52:00.002+11:002008-12-13T16:54:50.682+11:00Santa JigsawClick on this web page - complete the Jigsaw (really easy) - and watch the fun begin.
<a href="http://www.jacquielawson.com/viewcard.asp?code=ER13610552">http://www.jacquielawson.com/viewcard.asp?code=ER13610552</a>Saint Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16444039712441368462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585872270963059180.post-61309033637112693952008-12-12T17:02:00.013+11:002008-12-12T17:33:11.679+11:00Don't Get "Caught Short" in Queensland<div align="justify"><em>CAMPERS and expectant mothers who are ''caught short'' and swimmers urinating in the surf will risk automatic fines under new laws governing public nuisance in Queensland.
The homeless, elderly or bushwalkers caught short off the beaten track could also be slapped with a fine.
The reforms to the Summary Offences Act did not include a ''reasonable excuse'' provision, meaning those receiving a $100 public urination ticket had no legal recourse, Queensland University of Technology senior law lecturer Alastair MacAdam said.
''A public place is defined in the dictionary to the Summary Offences Act to mean a place open to or used by the public, whether or not on the payment of a fee,'' Mr MacAdam said.
''A fine of $200 may well result in disadvantaged people ending up in jail for answering the call of nature in a discreet way.
''But the ramifications are far ranging. Where does a person travelling, say, 200 kilometres west of Roma, who pulls on to the side of the road and urinates discreetly stand? Or the person who goes fishing in a dinghy and urinates in a container or over the side?
''Technically, swimmers who urinate in the ocean could be booked.''
The new laws will be on trial for 12 months from January 1, first in the South Brisbane and Townsville police districts.
Automatic fines for public nuisance offences range up to $300 and can be issued on the spot by police for offensive or disorderly behaviour, disobeying police directions and urinating in public. </em>
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QUEENSLAND - </strong>
<strong>BEAUTIFUL ONE DAY - </strong>
<strong>PERFECT THE NEXT ????</span></strong>
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So if you're thinking of going to Queensland or worse still, you actually live there, just make sure you don't get "caught short" - Mummy McTavish take note (Townsville is on the list) - keep a sharp eye on Lion & Dragon, wouldn't want them fined for doing what com<em>es</em> naturally<em>.</em></span></div>Saint Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16444039712441368462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585872270963059180.post-56739349174240366582008-12-10T12:01:00.005+11:002008-12-10T12:15:15.916+11:00A Bit Disappointed :-(<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Yup - no one has worked out what my hidden <em>'thing that makes me happy' </em>is - or if they have they haven't let me know. Come on now it's not all that difficult - a bit of lateral thinking may help if you're unable to work it out. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">T</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">R</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Y</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">T</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">H</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">I</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">S</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Now if you can't work it out - I give up.</span></div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span>
<span style="font-family:Arial;"></span>Saint Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16444039712441368462noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585872270963059180.post-82099468914016722282008-12-08T15:47:00.006+11:002008-12-13T17:35:40.423+11:00Mum & Nano Still All Clear<div align="justify">Today we went back to see the surgeon who operated on my "better half" and he looked at the latest x-rays and said, words to this effect - <em>"Yours was an unusual case but it's all clear now - looks good to me, there was no indication of asbestosis, I took out all of the pleurisy matter so you should be feeling much better soon, you don't need antibiotics or any medication, your incisions are healing very well and you don't need to see me anymore."</em></div>
<div align="justify">PTL and Hallelujah !!! So why are we still feeling let down - is it because we shouldn't have had to go through all of this stress and anxiety in the first place - our doctor, radiologist and surgeon all diagnosed asbestosis - were they wrong? The surgeon couldn't or wouldn't give any explanation, so we are left with the only two other explanations, that God performed a miracle, or that all three professionals were wrong.</div><div align="justify">"Why are you complaining?" I hear you saying. Well we're not really complaining, (just confused). We are happy and rejoicing with the results and we want to believe that God has performed a miracle, otherwise we have been let down (at great cost, financial as well as physical & psychological) by the people in whom we are supposed to put our trust and faith (and lives).</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">
CONCLUSION: When in doubt, "Trust in God".</div>
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<div align="justify"></div>Saint Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16444039712441368462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585872270963059180.post-581495592242925782008-12-07T15:31:00.015+11:002008-12-07T20:20:12.799+11:00Awarded & Tagged at the Same Time<div align="justify">Seems like my Grand-daughter blogger (Possum Princess) has given me an award and tagged me at the same time - that doesn't seem quite fair. Well anyway, I've been ask to list six (6) things that make me happy.</div>
<div align="justify">So here goes ( not necessarily in this order) -</div><div align="justify">
1) Food</div><div align="justify">2) Achievements</div><div align="justify">3) <span style="font-size:0;"></span>Money</div><div align="justify">4) <span style="font-size:0;"></span>Illumination</div><div align="justify">5) <span style="font-size:0;"></span>Laughter</div><div align="justify">6) <span style="font-size:0;"></span>Yes's</div>
<div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I've cheated, there are actually seven (7) here - can you find the seventh? (It's the most important one). By the way, Possum Princess, you actually listed this one too!</div>Saint Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16444039712441368462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585872270963059180.post-76884680590460003692008-12-06T15:53:00.006+11:002008-12-06T17:27:37.983+11:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Questions!</em></span></div>
<div align="justify">Mum-ee from <a href="http://ouraussiehalf-dozen.blogspot.com/">ouraussiehalf-dozen.blogspot.com/</a> ask me the following:-</div>
<div align="justify">Firstly, did you call yourself Saint Bernard because you view yourself as a bug, cuddly puppy? Or was it because you secretly want to have really long hair/beard? </div>
<div align="justify">Secondly, I wish you could bottle your air-con and bring it down here for us. </div>
<div align="justify">Thirdly - welcome to the blogosphere. I only have come across a handful of male bloggers, so you are fairly unique in that respect, as in many others too.</div>
<div align="justify">Well Mum-ee here's my answers (you can read it too - whoever is reading this blogg)</div>
<div align="justify">I was trying to think of something creative like 'our aussie half-dozen' but nothing was coming so I thought Bernard is a good name and I'm a saint (not in the world's interpretation of the word, just the Bible's) so why not. But guess what, there's already a blogg called Saint Bernard (some guy in France, I couldn't read it, forgotten most of the French I learnt in school) apparently likes mountains, so I added my year of birth and bingo - jackpot. So, no, I'm not a bug (but I've never heard of a bug called Saint Bernard) and I might have a bit of extraneous fat, but not enough to be called cuddly and yes I've always wanted a true Saint Bernard but not a very practical dog for Australia (I've heard that they are so warm blooded that they melt the snow as they walk on it) </div>
<div align="justify">To let you in on a secret, I've always liked beards and disliked long hair, but my other half seems to have the opposite view. Altho she has said I should get it cut after Christmas.</div>
<div align="justify">By the way it did get to 90 oF here and I would love to be able to bottle some AC and send to you, but it would probably melt on the way.</div>
<div align="justify">Didn't know that women were the majority of bloggers, but when you think about it, it makes sense because blogging is akin to keeping a diary (except it's not very confidential) or a journal and women seem to do that best. I think it's a great way to keep in touch with loved ones (especially when distances are great) without mounting up huge phone bills.</div>
<div align="justify">I hope that answers your questions Mum-ee, daughter of mine.</div>
<div align="justify">I have to show you all a copy of an email (about my blogg) I received from my eldest grand-daughter (only the name has been changed to protect her innocence).
<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>AMESOME!! :)
I checked it out before I even read your email!!Your blog is really cool!!
I like it!!!
</strong></span>Love Possum Princess xxxooo </span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg14Yob7gMDBfgXYZ5odLtooA3sxlVI8TYaNxbcpCOCDoZ4wlVvIiJEhXfSoZ5zk1UYjNSsnYUHTz9ifRRURYlNXJ8cKsci1vtPKH7iSsSN0zuN13R7p3j_DSyDWFX008q7RyqCLBHVFT4/s1600-h/P3011581.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276555469780471314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg14Yob7gMDBfgXYZ5odLtooA3sxlVI8TYaNxbcpCOCDoZ4wlVvIiJEhXfSoZ5zk1UYjNSsnYUHTz9ifRRURYlNXJ8cKsci1vtPKH7iSsSN0zuN13R7p3j_DSyDWFX008q7RyqCLBHVFT4/s320/P3011581.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><em><strong>Possum Princess & Me Enjoying a cool drink at Sizzlers</strong></em>
</p>Saint Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16444039712441368462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585872270963059180.post-72755582764435987832008-12-06T11:49:00.000+11:002008-12-06T12:44:38.484+11:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Saint Bernard's Ponderings</em></span>
<div align="justify">Well hi there all you bloggers in cyberspace - this is my first go at this, so here goes.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Today I mowed and whipper snipped the outside lawn (weeds, sand, next door neighbours bird seed crop) and I've just cleaned my ride-on-mower, come inside and put on the air conditioning - whew, that's better, much cooler now. My google weather tells me its 90 oF outside (can't get it to show Celsius) so that would be about 34 oC, but it's nothing like that in here (or outside) so something is wrong with google, but it's definitely only 21 oC inside (the benefits of an air conditioner can't be bettered on a hot day).</div>
<div align="justify">We've decided to go solar, when we get the go ahead that our Govt. subsidy has been approved. We'll get a 1Kw solar panel array on the north side of our roof which should produce 4 to 6 Kwh/day. That would be approx. 150Kwh/mth or at current rates $20/mth savings. However, if our behind the eight-ball NSW Govt. gets its act together (like all the other States) we should get at least 4 times that in savings, as they will pay 4 for 1 for all solar power produced - this has something to do with savings on carbon trading (which I don't fully understand just yet - does anyone?). I figured if the Govt. wants to give me $8,000 towards solar panels, then who am I to say "No thanks, I'll do it my way!" instead I've said "Yes please, I'll be in that!" and at the same time it makes me feel as though I'm doing my bit for the environment.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Well, the environment, that's another story, isn't it? What or who do we believe about what's happening with the world warming, predictions of catastrophic weather, sea levels rising, polar caps melting and massive earthquakes - what did you say, no one's predicted earthquakes - well the Bible has, as well as wars, famines and pestilences (see Mathew Chapter 24). So what, can we really do anything about it? These things have been expected to happen for over 2,000 years now - the early Christians thought that they would happen in their lifetime - didn't happen! Down through the ages the end of the world has been expected to happen in that generations lifetime, but those generations have been and gone and we are still predicting the end times coming soon. The fact of the matter is that, no one knows when it will happen, except God (and He ain't telling anyone), so the best thing is to do your best for the environment, keep the faith (that's the Christian Faith) and get on with living the best life you can.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">This ends today's pontifications.</div>Saint Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16444039712441368462noreply@blogger.com2