With the federal election looming and a state election next year I have been thinking about all the expense involved in holding a parliamentary election. Forget about the politicians and hangers-on jetting around the country, forget about the incessant advertising, I am talking about things like the ballot papers, the polling booths, the “How to vote” pamphlets, the letter box drops, all the things that are wasted, that I hope are eventually recycled.
This is the twenty-first century, why can’t we vote the way do most other things, on-line. I know what you are thinking, that would be fraught with danger, but I think it might encourage more people to vote and fewer people to do an informal vote. I think the worst part about election day is queuing at the polling stations and getting all those pamphlets shoved at you.
Nowadays we have so many forms of identification I don’t think rorting would be an issue, perhaps two forms of identification. We all have a Medicare card and most of us have a Tax File Number or perhaps a Senior’s Card or a Health Care Card, the list could go on.
I suppose you could say that all that traffic to one site on one day would cause a bottleneck, and their may be problems accessing the site, I have a workaround. Not all of us will embrace voting on-line so by all means restrict voting by attendance at a polling station to Saturday, but perhaps on-line voting could commence Friday night and close on Sunday night, we will still have a more accurate count that we do now and think of the cost savings, money better spent elsewhere, or wasted depending on who gets into power.
The old gray bull he aint what he used to be. Visiting Kane yesterday and soon to be three-year old grandson Zak wanted to show Papa and Uncle Brian how he could jump the rope. He flipped the skipping rope over his head and walked through it as proud as punch.
Papa had a bright idea, give Papa the skipping rope Zak and let him show you how its done. Talk about getting your ambitions mixed up with your capabilities. Zak gave Papa the skipping rope and Papa went into action, skipping his little old heart out. Three jumps if memory serves me correct, and I was stuffed. Zak was impressed that I did one, his seven-year old sister Alyssa laughed, Brian shook his head, and Kane thought I was mad. Ten minutes later when I got my breath back I was impressed that I had done that much. Credit where credit is due people.
Zak will be three this Friday, and what does he want for his birthday, presents. My little Mate, you will most definitely get presents.
It doesn’t matter how old your children are you never stop being a parent. At least when they are young and there is something wrong you can fix it with a kiss, a cuddle, and the odd bandaid, but how do you make the hurt go away when they are adults. I suppose you just have to have faith they will come through any obstacle a stronger person, but I think the best thing you can do for them is just be there, at least that is what I try to do.
I think my boys know that, they know that if they need me, or even if they don’t think they need me, I am there. There have been times when I have not been able to be there and for that I felt terribly guilty, but sometimes circumstances dictate otherwise, my sons know that.
I take great joy out of watching them with their own children, sometimes it can be quite funny to see them doing and saying the same things to their own children that I did with them. As their children get older they are realising just what a tough and sometimes heart breaking job being a parent can be.
I don’t like to say it kids, but you will never stop being parents. While you may look forward to the years ahead when you are kid-free, believe me you never will be, your children will always be your children, and they will always need you for something, you will never stop being a parent. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
What a good start to the weekend, the Adelaide Crows beat Melbourne, now I know Melbourne have not been setting the world on fire but a win is a win, and they thrashed them. What could be better than that, I’ll tell you what, the Fremantle Dockers thrashed Port Power. I can hear all the Port Power supporters now, all telling me that Port are still above the Crows on the ladder, what can I say, you are right, end of story. All I have to say is watch out in 2014.
Staying with the AFL the logic of spending millions of dollars revamping Adelaide Oval and making AAMI Stadium redundant is beyond me, have I missed something along the way. We currently have a perfectly suitable venue at West Lakes with plenty of parking, where are 40,000 people going to park in Adelaide?
Brian and I have just got home after having dinner with good friends Margaret and Jamie, Margaret cooked a lovely Chicken Cacciatore and a pudding for dessert. Thank you for a lovely night, great food and great company, and the best bit, someone else is doing the dishes. Next time it is our turn again, I will cook and whatever will not fit in the dishwasher will be Brian’s problem.
I had a really busy week at the office, Friday was meant to be a catch-up day but it didn’t happen, maybe Monday. I have no meetings next week so I should be able to get things up to speed and do some site visits as well.
For the second week in a row Brian and I had a small win on the lotto, not enough to pay for the next week but I am not complaining, any amount coming in is a good thing and greatly appreciated. Thank you Universe and thank you for reading.
What a wet and miserable day it is North Haven today, I haven’t seen the sun all day. As usual the house looks like a laundromat as the clothes airer is full, although the sheets and shirts are on the clothesline dripping wet. At least they will smell fresh when the eventually dry.
Another of my favourite televisions shows is gone for another season, The Americans, what a great show, looking forward to the next season already. MasterChef finishes next week, as does The Great Australian Bake Off, I might have to get a life.
Talking about MasterChef three of my favourites are still in the running, Lynton, Rishi, and Kristina. Daniel said goodbye last week but he was by no means disgraced, he should be very proud of what he achieved.
I thoroughly enjoy this show, not just for the cooking tips but also for the sets, there must be an enormous effort behind the scenes to bring this show to air. I think it would be interesting to see a behind the scenes special.
The three judges are all very likable and seem to have a genuine affection for the contestants, they can be tough but they also show their softer side when needed. What would make this show more interesting, a fourth or guest judge, someone not in the industry, someone to critique the food from the average Joe’s perspective, someone like me. 🙂 After all Brian and I did run a licensed cafe and a pub for a couple of years, and I know what I like.
Tomorrow we are having a staff meeting at work to discuss the changes to the Strata and Community Tiles Acts, so I have been trudging through that today in preparation. I know this is how I make my living, but boring.
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I have been writing this blog for nearly eighteen months, during that time I have always tried to be honest, I have laid my innermost thoughts on the line. I have shared my ups and my downs, sometimes I have been controversial, I have tried to make people smile by laughing at myself, and I suppose at times I have been just plain boring.
Today I would like to share something that happened to me during my lunch break, something quite unexpected, I am going to bare my soul.
As I was strolling down The Parade at Norwood this afternoon I felt something odd, something quite uncomfortable. Strolling along minding my own business and the unthinkable happened, the elastic in my undies started to give way. To begin with I tried to hide the fact, I had a long cardigan on so I pretended my shirt was untucked and shoved my hands down the back of my pants in a desperate attempt to preserve some dignity. I need not have bothered.
Before I knew it my undies were hanging around my nether regions, hanging loosely down my trouser legs. At that moment I wanted the pavement to open up and swallow me. The chances are that no-one noticed a thing, but as happens at most people’s embarrassing moments you get paranoid and think the world is watching you, a frumpy little old man waddling down the street trying desperately to reach the safety of the office toilet so I could make some adjustments.
That was the highlight of my day. I hope I made you smile.
Brian and I had a great night out last night with good friends Jo and Kate. Dinner was at Zampatas Cantina on Semaphore Road, a lovely meal and reasonably priced, we highly recommend it, although the service was a tad slow. The only real downside, a table full of middle-aged women in the adjoining room who made far too much noise and didn’t give a toss. We noticed the people from another table ask to be moved due to their carry on.
As I said the meal was lovely, we started with an assortment of dips, then I had enchiladas for my main, and a fruit empanadas for dessert. The pastry on the empanadas was very different from any I have had previously but it was delicious, and filled with fresh fruit.
Drinks, we all started with a Marguerita of sorts, Brian did have something different but it was just as delicious, and just as lethal, you can drink these like lolly water, then red wine. There was an interesting Mexican soft drink available which I tried, Hibiscus and Tamarind, vert sweet but very nice.
I have to say I am still feeling quite bloated and my stomach is a bit on the tender side. The food I had was not spicy at all as I cannot eat spicy food any more, maybe too much sugar. Just to be sure I have checked my blood sugar this morning and it is all good.
The Gold Coast Suns let me down yesterday, in the last few minutes they let Port Power get the better of them, bugger! Fingers, toes, arms and legs crossed that the Adelaide Crows can defeat the Western Bulldogs this afternoon. Go the Mighty Crows! I don’t like the taste of humble pie boys, don’t let me down.