Clean as you go. Pretty much all that's left to do at the end of the meal is the dishes and crockery on the table, which isn't such a daunting prospect on a full stomach as a whole side board full of dishes.I think that's where my Time management and Forward thinking and planning skills from business studies applied to my domestic life has been a real boon.
If you are genuinely trying to make an informed and educated personal decision as to what to believe, and not just trying to provoke a heated debate to ensure a long thread. May I suggest a book by Josh McDowell called "Evidence that Demands a Verdict". I found it fascinating and very well documented.It was so well read numerous printings have been published. I believe there was also a follow up simply called "More Evidence that Demands a Verdict". The latter I have not as yet read. Wayne
"Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles, are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal." - 2 Corinthians 4:16-18
"When I am afraid, I will trust in you. In God, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I will not be afraid. What can mortal man do to me?" - Psalm 56:3-4
"I love you, O LORD, my strength." - Psalm 18:1 "Then spoke Jesus again to them, saying, I am the light of the world: he that follows me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life." - John 8:12
I met Him at the age of 13, though I was not a faithful friend to Him at times, He remained and remains faithful to me. My faith is not based on apologetics (historical documentation)for which there is more accumulated documentary evidence than for any other history we accept as truth. Nor is my faith blind, i.e.. Ï hope He's real" Neither is it based on proclaiming His Word or in the amount of good deeds I've done in the hope that my bum will get a possie on one of His seats in Heaven. (Fire Insurance) so to speak. NO!!! HE IS ALIVE!!!! He lives in me. I have a relationship with Him and dialogue daily. He speaks to others through me in ways that beggar natural comprehension. I have been blessed and privileged to be the conduit for His Grace Mercy and Compassion to flow through. Many may scoff, ridicule or simply dismiss my testimony. That's cool, that's your prerogative. To those of you who really want to believe, all I can say is, find a quiet spot and ask him in. He WILL meet with you guaranteed. So,I don't have to wait, I live with Him now, oh the other awesome thing is when He came in to my life He promised me eternal life, so one of the fringe benefits of being His kid is I'm never gonna die. Ee Ha baby! And no, I'm not religious,I don't believe for one minute God gives a rats about which room in the house you place your bum on a seat. Man made religion and denominational rantings probably make DAD puke. I know they do me. But His love for us and His desire to be in relationship with us is insatiable and available to all 24/7.
I probably would draw my line at 10 maybe 12 years younger. Having common interests or at least appreciations for each others tastes in a variety of different things. Core values would have to be the same & it goes without saying, open communication and a deep desire to know, love and nurture one another in every area of each others lives, not just those that are held in common.
I don't unfortunately mate. You probably know of the Southern Youth X-Change at Christies Beach. The RSL is right next door. I live at Victor Harbour now. I didn't miss it, I know you work for an N.G.O. I was going to ask but thought better because of the open Forum. I spent Many years working for M A. lol
I've been a youth and community worker / Teacher /Trainer/ Programs Director and probably run more than 1000 programs, events, workshops and community Forums. I have seen exquisite pieces which have been commissioned to the most ridiculous acts of pure vandalism. There are myriad types and styles that come under the umbrella of Graffiti. Just as in many fine art galleries there are many different styles. Tagging is true graffiti, the rest come under spray art. Spray artists despise Taggers as much if not more than the general public. Their acts of vandalism and the financial costs to the community cause true spray artists to be viewed in the same negative light. To highlight the difference and to give spray artists the recognition they deserve and their medium as a bona fide Art status, a local RSL (who you would have thought would have been the most staunch critics) commissioned a work for a 30'x 14'Brick wall. When the work was completed and was unveiled there were tears in the eyes of the Vet's that turned up that day. There on the wall were detailed images (obviously taken from historic photos) not just representing every arena the ANZACS had participated in but also every area of the service both male and female. This Mural has been up now about seven years and to my Knowledge has never been defiled. This went a long way in bringing healing and understanding between the generations. From that time many other commissioned pieces have been requested by both local business and also council. Taggers are wannabe's and unfortunately a big part of the problem is the thrill aspect and the covert nature of Tagging. Also it is becoming deadly as Taggers try to access greater areas of difficulty and mortal danger to place their Tags. Each new Tag offers a challenge to any budding wannabe.
Hey Micky, I'm an avid landy too. I've fished everywhere and pretty much all Kind of gear. I too only keep what I can eat and also use a lot of barbless for the catch & release, especially on my fly rods. Let me know what it is exactly you are trying to do with your baitcaster, I may be able to offer some tips. Tight lines mate.
I only sleep between 4.5 and 5 hours a night, so it's always dark when I get up. I leave my trackies and hoody on the off side of the bed for a quick put on this time of year. I hate it when I pull on my hoody not seeing I've put it on backwards and end up with the hood over my face! Seems to happen a lot lately.
Hey ripple, just remember before you think of cutting another guy's grass, you're a plumber, you should know mate, the grass grows greenest over a septic tank!
Interesting. Of late I too have almost total recall. I really believe everything we have ever seen ,heard and experienced is stored in the most advanced computer that will never be replicated.
Just to see how far we have come in the arena of Political correctness.
When I was a boy I caught a bus to and from school about a ten mile trip. The bus ticket cost me 6pnce. On the back of the bus tickets in those days was always written a little quote. As a little boy I always loved to see if the quote was different to the previous trip. Of all the hundreds I must have read, only one stuck in my memory.
"Women's minds are like concrete, all mixed up, and permanantly set!
You could imagine if that was printed today in any media the comments you would get!
Just to save my bacon, here's one for the girl's.
Women have many faults, men have only two, everything they say,and everything they do!
I absolutely love this one, especially when it came from a guy who spent over 25 years in prison because of his beliefs. "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." Nelson Mandela
Seasons precious poppet. Sunshine follows the rain. When the weather doesn't allow me to go outside, I turn my mind to things I can do inside. At the moment I am convalescing from a shoulder and knee operation that the winter weather is delaying my recovery. I can choose to be miserable or I can write, design, read that book I've always said I must read. I could learn a new language or skill that may be helpful in my next relationship. I know these things don't diminish the aloneness feelings but achieving little "other" goals will help keep you smiling even when you may be sad on the inside. Who knows your partner may be in a self help class you join?
I had one from a woman claiming she was in the military on her third tour in Iraq that's why her responses were erratic. Very elaborate cover story involving a late husband who died of cancer children dying in the WTC disaster and she is now raising her granddaughter who is in a boarding college in the UK and on and on it went. I was awestruck. Then I started to see the cracks appear in language and spelling that did not fit the profile. When I asked her to send me a new photo of her not in cammo uniform, I have not heard from her since.
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Seasons precious poppet. Sunshine follows the rain.
less than two months , I think 
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