Saturday, February 26, 2011

HOW IT WORKS

Once upon a time in a village a man appeared and announced to the villagers that he would buy monkeys for $10 each from them.

The villagers, seeing that there were many monkeys around, went out into the forest and started catching them.

The man bought thousands at $10 each and as supply started to diminish, the villagers stopped their efforts.  The man then further announced that he would now buy at $20 each.  This renewed the efforts of the villagers and they started catching monkeys again.

Soon the supply diminished even further and peopled started going back to their farms.  The offer from the man increased to $25 each and the supply of monkeys became so little that it was an effort to even see a monkey, let along catch it!

The man now announced that he would buy monkeys at $50 each, however, since he had to go to the city on some business, his assistant would now buy on his behalf.

In the absence of the man, the assistant told the villagers, “Look at all these monkeys in the big cage that the man has collected.  I will sell them to you at $35 each and then when the man returns from the city, you can sell them to him for $50 each.”

The villagers rounded up all their savings and bought all the monkeys.

Then they never saw the man, nor his assistant ever again, only monkeys everywhere!

Now you have a better understanding of how the stock market works.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall's Fish Fight

Imagine a world without fish!!
This is not just a North Sea problem, it's a world-wide problem 
and the waste must be stopped.  Seafood is a finite resource and 
it's time we all faced this and did something about preserving it 
and not wasting a morsel.

Also see information about the film which inspired the 
Fish Fight campaign:  http://endoftheline.com/

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Thoughts For Today

Look back and thank God.
Look forward and trust God.
Look around and serve God.
Look within and find God!
  


I asked God, 'How do I get the best out of life?'
God said, 'Face your past without regrets. 
Handle your present with confidence; and prepare 
for the future without fear!'



If God brings you to it,
He will bring you through it.



Happy moments, praise God 

Difficult moments, seek God 

Quiet moments, worship God 

Painful moments, trust God 

Every moment, thank God.



Without God, our week is:
Mournday,
Tearsday,
Wasteday,
Thirstday,
Fightday,
Shatterday             and
Sinday.
So, allow Him to be with you every day!

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Jesus vs Satan

Jesus and Satan were having an on-going argument about who was better on the computer. They had been going at it for days, and frankly God was tired of hearing all the bickering.

Finally fed up, God said, "THAT'S IT! I have had enough. I am going to set up a test that will run for two hours, and from those results, I will judge who does the better job."

So Satan and Jesus sat down at their keyboards and typed away.

They moused.

They faxed.

They e-mailed.

They e-mailed with attachments.

They downloaded.

They prepared spreadsheets!

They wrote reports.

They created labels and cards.

They created charts and graphs.

They created some genealogy reports.

They did every job known to man.

Jesus worked with heavenly efficiency and Satan was faster than hell.

Then, ten minutes before their time was up, lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, thunder rolled, rain poured, and, of course, the power went off.

Satan stared at his blank screen and screamed every curse word known in the underworld.

Jesus just sighed.

Finally the electricity came back on, and each of them restarted their computers. Satan started searching frantically, screaming: "It's gone! It's all GONE! I lost everything when the power went out!"

Meanwhile, Jesus quietly started printing out all of his files from the past two hours of work.

Satan observed this and became irate.

"Wait!" he screamed. "That's not fair! He cheated! How come he has all his work and I don't have any?"

God just shrugged and said, "JESUS SAVES".


Friday, February 11, 2011

IN REMEMBRANCE - Marjorie Frances 'Marj' Mortimore (nee Stringer)



Thirty years ago today my darling Mum passed away - I know time eases the pain a little - but this is still a very raw day for me, I recall every awful minute of that day and all the terrible two years of days before that.  I also remember all the lonely days since.

Mum had breast cancer and even though she had a mastectomy, radiation-therapy and chemotherapy the cancer was stronger and came to the surface and it was simply horrendous for her. 

I am still angry at God for allowing such a wonderful, warm, loving and selfless person like Mum to suffer like that but this is something God and I will have to resolve when / if I get to heaven one day.  

I also vividly remember these days the gorgeous, vibrant, cheeky, happy-go-lucky Mum, the artistic floral art Mum, the wonderful cook Mum, the very crafty Mum (especially her knitting and crochet), the brave Mum who taught me how to drive without Dad even knowing, the brilliant gardener Mum, the loving, playful, giving Nana to her numerous grandchildren and how much they love her, how much we all love her.  

We will always miss you Mum. X

Following are a few photos to show you what a stunning woman she was:

c. 1933 Frm L: Mum, her father Les nursing Joan and Beryl


c. 1939 Mum and Dad beside the Murray River at Red Cliffs, Victoria


c.1938 Dad and Mum by the river at Red Cliffs

c. 1938 Mum sitting on one of the sand-hills at Hattah, Victoria

c.1939 Mum at Block 350, Red Cliffs, Victoria

c.1939 Mum on a beach (I love this photo)

c.1940 Mum near Marysville, Victoria

c.1940 My beautiful Mum



12 Jul 1940 Mum and Dad's Wedding Day

1943 Mum with me, I can't believe I was ever that small


1944 Mum with my brother John

1949 Mum with my sister Janette


c.1956 Family picnic by the river


1969 Mum at the Danish Club, Albert Park, Victoria

c.1973 Mum at our home in East Brighton, Victoria

c.1975 Mum at Seaford Beach

1980 Our last Christmas together (Dad tried to rub marks 
off my face on the photo - almost erased me!)


Mum's grave at Robinvale General Cemetery, Victoria