27 March 2016
For the last six months I (and many others) have been whinging and whining that the Footy season is over (see my Up There Cazaly Blog for more explanations about Aussie Rules).
We have suffered through the glorious long hot summer, we've watched Cricket (see my I Don't Like Cricket Blog), hated Tennis ( no one blogs about Tennis) and even got excited about the pre season challenge...some of us have even found an new job interstate and are in the process of moving.
Four days ago we watched as Carlton made a good game against Richmond, going down gallantly by nine points.
We watched in astonishment as Melbourne pipped the Giants by two points, ruining everyone's tipping. We watched the suns belt Essendon as expected, watched an engrossing game between North Melbourne and Adelaide (North won). We snickered madly waiting for Eddie shots as the filth (Collingwood) went down to the Swans (and prayed we don't cop as big a hiding tonight). The Bulldogs upset Fremantle and Port Adelaide finally triumphed over St Kilda.
Now its the Brisbane Lions versus West Coast Eagles and we are getting smashed...sigh.
I hate footy season.I hate being full of hope and confidence and then as the day gets closer I start to fret. I worry. I start making deals with God/the Universe. I think if I do this then the boys will win. It's agony.
I hate reading Twitter as the game unfolds. If I am not at the game I cannot watch us play live on the telly. I swear, a LOT, I shout and carry on, and the neighbours worry.
I 'watch' the game via the AFL site, watching the stats but not the play.
I hate seeing my boys getting their arses handed to them. I hate seeing the umpires favour the high flying teams. Some of the umpiring decisions tonight have been abysmal even allowing for my bias. As I am oft want to advise the umpires when I attend a match ...CONSISTENCY, IT ISN'T JUST FOR PUDDING!!!!!!!!!
I am hoping Leppa can get the boys up and about after half time.
The Twitter is going off that even though we are thirty nine points down we are looking a better team than we did last year.There is hope. There is ALWAYS hope.
Last year the club slogan was ' Believe Belong'. I believe in my team.
This year is 'Your team. Represent'. I LOVE my team.
Even though I won't live in Queensland anymore, I will still be a loyal Lions fan, I will still sponsor my player, Josh Clayton (number 19) and I will still be a member of the Women Of The Pride!!!!!
One day we will revisit the pinnacle of success, the Grand Final, and we WILL WIN and raise that Premiership Cup high and sing the club song loud and proud:
We are the Pride of Brisbane Town
We wear maroon, blue and gold
We will always fight for victory
Like Fitzroy and Bears of old
All for one
and one for all
We will answer to the call
Go Lions, the Brisbane Lions
We'll kick the winning score
You'll hear the mighty roar!!!!!
Sunday 27 March 2016
Saturday 19 March 2016
Flower Power
No one could ever call me a gardener. I kill more than I grow (except for kids...I didn't kill the kids) however, I digress...
Just because I am a woeful gardener doesn't stop me appreciating gardens.
One of the most beautiful gardens I have ever seen is the Botanical Gardens in Wellington, New Zealand. The most beautiful part of those gardens is Begonia House.
Begonias to me are the plants Mum grew in the little sun room at the back of the house (when I bought the house I pulled the sun room down and replaced it with a bloody big patio).
Mum's Begonias
Bloody big patio (house is for sale if you're interested)
Anyway, a couple of years ago HR and I went to Wellington to watch the Brisbane Lions Play (and win) against StKilda. We made a holiday of sorts and stayed a few days. We took the Cable Car up to the Botanical Gardens and walked down through acres of beautiful gardens.
The Cable Car, the picture doesn't quite do justice as to how steep the climb is.
The walk through the gardens is picturesque but as already mentioned I fell in love with the Begonias. The Begonias are grown in a huge hot house. It is like a jungle in there! But the way the whole green house is set out is amazing and the Begonias of all shapes and sizes are totally glorious to behold.
The Begonia House.
The images I am about to regale you with are all taken with my Samsung Tablet, and they are all Begonias.
I mean Mum's Begonias are lovely and all but......How magnificent are these blooms? How gorgeous is the setting?
No wonder I am hatching a cunning Begonia plan!!
HR is about to find out the hard way (reading my blog) that I want a small greenhouse when I move to where ever it is he is living. I want to grow Begonias, some like Mum's, but more like some of these pictures. I think I'm ready to become a gardener, but not just ANY gardener, a BEGONIA gardener. Yeah!!!!
Just because I am a woeful gardener doesn't stop me appreciating gardens.
One of the most beautiful gardens I have ever seen is the Botanical Gardens in Wellington, New Zealand. The most beautiful part of those gardens is Begonia House.
Begonias to me are the plants Mum grew in the little sun room at the back of the house (when I bought the house I pulled the sun room down and replaced it with a bloody big patio).
Anyway, a couple of years ago HR and I went to Wellington to watch the Brisbane Lions Play (and win) against StKilda. We made a holiday of sorts and stayed a few days. We took the Cable Car up to the Botanical Gardens and walked down through acres of beautiful gardens.
The walk through the gardens is picturesque but as already mentioned I fell in love with the Begonias. The Begonias are grown in a huge hot house. It is like a jungle in there! But the way the whole green house is set out is amazing and the Begonias of all shapes and sizes are totally glorious to behold.
The images I am about to regale you with are all taken with my Samsung Tablet, and they are all Begonias.
No wonder I am hatching a cunning Begonia plan!!
HR is about to find out the hard way (reading my blog) that I want a small greenhouse when I move to where ever it is he is living. I want to grow Begonias, some like Mum's, but more like some of these pictures. I think I'm ready to become a gardener, but not just ANY gardener, a BEGONIA gardener. Yeah!!!!
Friday 18 March 2016
Life Is What Happens To You While You're Busy Making Other Plans
John Lennon was so damned right!
I really do not like the things I have to do to get to where I want to be; on a cruise, sipping cocktails, on the Lido Deck (roll on August!!!)
Take work for instance...please just take it.. The Mausoleum is certainly not a fun place to work anymore. Organisational Restructure is the buzz word. Change Management is the result. BUT... no one bloody knows what the hell they are doing!!!!!
Let's set up THIS organisation they say, it'll be great. But they have no clue what the organisation should be doing, what positions will be required, and therefore no idea how many people they will need. Oh and just for fun? we'll make the organisation out of existing roles and people, and they'll have to relocate, and um yeah maybe after a year or so their position won't actually exist anymore so they won't have a job......but is a hell of a ride yeah???
Some of us have been a bit proactive and secured a position far far away, where HR works actually (cue massive reunion scene...or not, there'll be a funeral shortly...mebbe).
This presents its own set of problems; there's a house to sell, a removal to organise, securing a new abode (HR's mini pad is too small for two house fulls of furniture and a cat), oh and there's training someone to do my job (which may or may not exist in the future) which means writing work instructions ( I FECKING HATE WRITING WORK INSTRUCTIONS!!!!!). Then there's making sure The Mini Brat has a car that actually goes, wondering the best way to transport the aforementioned cat, keeping the house clean for prospective buyers to view (if there were any), working out how to live on fresh air while we pay a mortgage AND rent...where's my wine?????
Of course in the midst of all this frantic activity one then sits bolt upright and ask...am I doing the right thing??
Well guess what? It's a bit bloody late now to change your mind......
I really do not like the things I have to do to get to where I want to be; on a cruise, sipping cocktails, on the Lido Deck (roll on August!!!)
Take work for instance...please just take it.. The Mausoleum is certainly not a fun place to work anymore. Organisational Restructure is the buzz word. Change Management is the result. BUT... no one bloody knows what the hell they are doing!!!!!
Let's set up THIS organisation they say, it'll be great. But they have no clue what the organisation should be doing, what positions will be required, and therefore no idea how many people they will need. Oh and just for fun? we'll make the organisation out of existing roles and people, and they'll have to relocate, and um yeah maybe after a year or so their position won't actually exist anymore so they won't have a job......but is a hell of a ride yeah???
Some of us have been a bit proactive and secured a position far far away, where HR works actually (cue massive reunion scene...or not, there'll be a funeral shortly...mebbe).
This presents its own set of problems; there's a house to sell, a removal to organise, securing a new abode (HR's mini pad is too small for two house fulls of furniture and a cat), oh and there's training someone to do my job (which may or may not exist in the future) which means writing work instructions ( I FECKING HATE WRITING WORK INSTRUCTIONS!!!!!). Then there's making sure The Mini Brat has a car that actually goes, wondering the best way to transport the aforementioned cat, keeping the house clean for prospective buyers to view (if there were any), working out how to live on fresh air while we pay a mortgage AND rent...where's my wine?????
Of course in the midst of all this frantic activity one then sits bolt upright and ask...am I doing the right thing??
Well guess what? It's a bit bloody late now to change your mind......
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