I brought up the issue of great concern and angst to me yesterday ie the way women scrunch toilet paper in lieu of folding it as men do and although I had over 20 people read it, only one brave soul commented.
Is it a guilt thing, that women feel embarassment about being eco terrorists?, about using much more paper than they should? about pretending and using a worn out excuse that folded paper is rougher on their tender bits than folded paper? either they are using far too much paper or their pinky bits are much bigger across the beam, so to speak, than what I had always imagined.
Why is it that women are shy about cold hard facts that are staring them right in the face? Not a word from Juicy, April, Strawberry, Vail, or any of the other myriad of readers who bore themselves shitless every night to read this drivel.

It doesn't help that they don't sell clams at the fish market, I am told you can get clams in a can, imported from asia or else use oysters which are from the same family. Frankly, I don't give a shit, just so long as it tastes as good as what they make at the Fishermans Wharf restaurant and it looks white and creamy.
I bought 96 rolls of 400sheet x 2 ply toilet paper for the eco terrorists who live in my house (3 women). Why can't they fold the toilet paper instead of scrunching it up and wasting on average, 55% more paper, that is 55% more trees that have to be felled for these selfish women.
Ten years time there wont be any trees left on planet earth, all because of these women who bug the shitter out of me! If it is good enough for me to put the seat down after I finish in the toilet, why can't my wife, daughters annd my niece just fold the paper around their hand; if it is so tender down there, toughen the pink bits up a bit, perhaps a bit of kerosene wiped over there will make it less sensitive maybe or a bit of wet'n'dry emery paper like they use to rub down cars before they paint them maybe. I am a sensitive person and open to suggestions

I woke up this morning to rain on our iron roof and there is no sweeter sound especially when you can lie in bed and hopefully root your arse off with your partner; well our days of doing that are long gone, and I had to have a blood test at 10am re the Warfarin so it has been a long day and the good news is I have pig soup and toast for dinner tonight.
Soup made on veges, soup mix and bacon bones is my second favorite soup. My absolute number one is clam chowder which I last had in San Francisco in 2000 so it is a long time between plates of my favourite soup. I tried to make some with crab sticks and that bright red fish stick crap, but I thickened it with arrowroot as the recipe said and it went lumpy. Anyone here any good at making clam chowder? send me a recipe and I will kiss you ( well I can kiss Charlotte and Naughty Bubble) Thanks

came today and washed the outside of the house as it hadn't been done for 4 years and needed doing. Tonight the power went off and wouldn't restart. I rang a mate who is an electrician and he came down at 8pm, remembered who wired the house, pulled a lantern off the porch wall and cut the wires. The back of the lantern was full of water and the previous electrician had put the light onto a mixed circuit. This was great, except that I had pulled every plug out of every socket to trace it back, so by 9.30pm all the plugs were back where they should be and the computer is up and running again. Another blood test tomorrow to check on the Warfarin which has been sitting on 1.9 or 1.85, the last test was last Friday, my veins have receded and I am back to being a happy chappy.
BB is happy again, April is in hiding or is rather busy, Alpina is getting plenty and enjoying life immensely, Tilac is allways happy, so it all seems to be set to music

not as many as expected turned out for the open day at the community hall but we did manage to sell 50 sausage sandwiches and the sausages we didn't sell I have frozen for a motorcrosse bush bash in the mountains on 17/18 June, there will be at least 550 riders and they all have to be fed 5 meals, all up 4 x 25 kg bags of onions to peel and slice. I have tried freezing them and a dozen other things, but I wear gloves and don't peel them at eye level, but more at waist height and that seems to work fairly well for me.
Anyone heard from Grace lately? I can't get her out of my mind

today is a community day at the local community hall, so our service club is making sausage sandwiches, right now I have 5 kg og onions to peel and slice before I go anywhere.
So after I cook 80 sausages with the onion, I can clean up and go home, with the other two helpers.
I have been resting the body with the leg elevated for the last two weeks, so I could do with the exercise and social interaction. When I read other peoples blogs and read about their social interaction, it makes me realise how boring my life really is.
There is a motto of the Ulssys Motercycle Club (for older bikers) "Grow old Disgracefully" and God that sounds inviting, except that I couldn't afford one and I have never ridden one and seems a surefire way to get killed. Bikes are OK for Benji in Thailand, where there are ten million bikes and motor scooters, but in Australia they are a rarity.
I guess the closest I will ever get will be an electric 3 wheeler when I get a bit older

I have alluded to shopping with my wife in a previous blog, but we went to Sydney yesterday after gym to visit my older daughter. This morning we went to a very large shopping centre to buy my wife some winter trousers or slacks and I honestly felt like sticking a pistol in my mouth and pulling the trigger.
It was so fucking boring, it was ten times worse than DrPhil, Days of Our Lives and Young and the Stupid, all of which my wife loves to watch. They had to be the right material with the right colour, with the right waistband and of course, the right price, so you can imagine how many pairs of pants I stared at before we went back to Kmart and bought a half dozen pairs.
I have just driven home (100km) and have got that out of my system and am ready for bed

Last night the temp dropped to 3 deg celsius at 4am. It didn't worry me too much because I had the heavy Doona on and the electric blanket and I was fast asleep anyway. I don't mind Canadians and Americans putting up with cold like that, because they deserve it living over there and their brains are probably addled anyway from all the cold weather before, but us Aussies don't need it except for the few selfish bastards who like to go skiing on the slopes; lets face it, skiing is a perfectly unnatural sport, if you love sport so much, play marbles on the Living room floor!
Cold weather makes everything shrink, except my tummy which looks like a road map at the moment with the Clexane injections. My penis has shrunk to a minus situation and feel like a girl, I may have to carry a cigarette lighter to thaw it out a bit whenever I need a piss, if this weather keeps up and it is supposed to be 19 deg celsius today and 17 tomorrow.

It is 14 deg celsius outside and dropping to 9 tonight, God, I feel like a fucking ice block, I have the electric blanket on and the air con is going full blast. My wife has put a pot of soup on and I will have a bowl of pig soup before I go to bed. I always remember mum used to make soup out of bacon bones, soup mix and veges, it used to be thick and yummy. It is now midnight and we have just got home from a Toastmasters Dinner. I spoke to an nn friend that I feel comfortable confiding in before I left and it really pecked me up a lot. I often say that friends are everywhere, but good friends are hard to find. She is such a friend, one that I can say the most personal things to, things I wouldn't discuss with my wife and she is rock solid gold to me.
Thanks mate!!

The doctor has ended the antibiotics, so that is one less injection and two tablets less I need to take, I had a blood test and the Warfarin level is only 1.4 instead of a desired 2 - 2.5 so I am still on the Clexane 4 times daily and the tablet at night.
I have so much medication, it seems to have consumed my whole life and find it hard to concentrate on other things. The blood suckers gave me a sharps container yesterday, so it saved me buying one.
The weather around here is down to a freezing 18 deg. celsius and wished I lived in Bundaberg, North Queensland where the average year round temperature is 25deg celsius. They also have a huge rum distillery there, so I could drink all day and fart all night.
Happy Birthday Juicy, you are a true friend to many and an absolute rock of wisdom for the many.