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I feel ripped off.... no box forts when I visited my dads work, but Stumpy and Sticks did show me how the still in the storeage cupboard worked.

Well this is it for my 2022 Train Day songs....well the downunder ones...sure you northern mob could add some too... Happy Birthday QT....saving the smokers of the world for 8 long years and still spreading the good word.

Oright this one says its Paul Kelly... but it's really Paul and Troy Cassar-Daly.... so here ya go some Aussie Country.... Paul's playing the harp...although considering how often I post his stuff you probably all know that.

Ah a two up from the Pigrim Brothers and it ain't even Tuesdee....

Gee those Waifs sure like singing about trains...

It's Train Day...

Oh... nowhere random thought.... are snickerdoodles North America's version of the pavlovs?.... I've seen these cinnamon delights referred to as both Canadian and American in origin.... so down here those pesky little brothers of ours in NZ are always trying to claim they invented the pav, they didn't but because of the underarm incident we tend to humour them and sort of pretend they have a claim to it. But when they come for our laminations, thems fighting words...gees Louise they'll be after claiming Vegemite next.

Random thought....I don't think this is the what are you doing right now thread.... oops, yeah nah, it can stay here. Oh here's a random thought....hope the nobody bickies work, I usually use 50/50 brown sugar and white sugar BUT we currently have a sugar shortage in the southern states.. and I wasn't game to substitute monkfruit sugar instead...so it's all brown sugar this time, I think from memory that makes them chewier.

Baking. Yes it's 2am Friday in my neck of the woods... Yes I have work tomorrow... So given up trying to sleep. I just drift off and bam...stupid digestive issues have me up and rocking in pain... oh but don't feel sorry fir me, its total self inflicted.... yep, I knowingly ate foods that make me ill. ANZAC bickies anyone? ^ What one bakes when the egg cartons are empty.

U9. String them in the trees to decorate a city street. Here's one Melbourne prepared earlier....

10. Squeeze out blackheads. Um... 10 Things to use 100s n 1000s (sprinkles/jimmies)

6. To do overnight ringlet curls

10. End your marriage without a divorce. (Only works if the other half uses the bath) Bobby pins

See now I wanna be nice to Sugar Britches and have the little fella arrive before his due date.... but I dunno, I reckon he's nice n comfy in there...and you might need to serve eviction papers (have an induction) ... so..... 25 April is my guess (sorry sugar britches).. then he can always have a public holiday in Australia and New Zealand for his birthday.

So there's this Japanese tradition of glue broken pieces of a cup back together with gold so gold shows through at the cracks...the beauty of an imperfection. You mob are my gold.

Congrats Boo... Wot a ripper quit. Not much to say that hasn't been said but... Thank you, thank you, thank you... for your support, For your guidance and so many freakin laughs. For graciously (& unknowingly) accepting the role as my quit brother... I mean thinking of ways to shit stir you (poke the bear) got me through many a crave...don't think I've ever confessed that before... I mean pointing me to stick of the day I'm sure you weren't expecting to see welding sticks or the total lunacy it devolved into...so for anyone wonder @Boo is 100% responsible for the genius of stick of the day. Seriously though, I'm sorry if any of the shit I pulled hurt or upset you... stirring the shit outta someonelse is a pretty immature way to cope with your own crap but please know you dragged my arse through some really dark places, and down under havin a sledge or hangin shit is how we treat our mates. Just wanted you to realise just how much of a difference you did make and still do to people all over the world. Those tin lids of yours really lucked out in the dad department. Oright, enough of that crap.... great job mate, ripper quit for a bonza bloke. 😀

So we've played guess the sex (we all got it right) and guess the weight, just waiting to see but young master Jackson Boo gives another fun challenge..... When will he arrive? So quite simple peeps, put ya thinking caps on and have a guess, what date will Baby Boo 2.0 join us on the outside... first in best dressed with the guesses....the prize, of course, is bragging rights.... so come on you mob let us know just when you think the lad will arrive.

Omg.. just realised I've missed creating an important thread...off to do my thang.

See queens untuck in daylight bogan

7. Dry papermache layers on the pinata you are making.

Happiness is the kid ending phone calls with "love ya mum" even when she's on a bus full of other teenagers...every, single time. Happiness is the kid ringing you at 3.04 once she's on the bus to apologise for being a farkin cow that morning. Happiness is remember waiting for the school bus to arrive in the morning, blurring circus music from your car and getting out to loudly wave and shout goodbye to ya kid because she just told you you were to old and fat yo wear colourful clothes, you looked like a clown and to go home and change....oh nope, wait that's just revenge....but made me feel happy.

Oh I want cake. 🎼🎶Pineapple Pineapple🎶...bloody ear worm..I wonder where Barry is... How have the Britskis taken the news that Neighbours is no more....wait where will Australua get our mediocre pop stars from now? Oh time to cook dinner.

Not sure if you mob up north have a product called Nil Odour ... it's like the Chuck Norris version of fabreeze. A few drops in your cat and smells gone. Really just popped in to say good luck at tge dentist tomorrow. Oh, and we have had members here who have just decided to quit and they were done, then we have had others who have fallen off the train more times than I have fingers and toes, some who have dragged themselves to the 1 year line with much angst, the point is every quot is different no two journeys are the same but the destination doesn't change so just keep swimming.

Congrats mate. That is an achievement and a win. See the thing with a successful quit is we need to celebrate the wins. They may be small, the may be big but celebrate them, reach over and pat yaself on the back. Fun fact, 4 or 5 months into my quit I had a melt down panic attack because I was scared to use my sewing machine because it was so linked to smoking for me...sew a seem, have a durry....rejoice in your achievement it's a big step, come Wednesday's dentist trip you already know you can do this, cos guess what, you just did.