He does not party with this one any more

It's hard to get a "sweet" photo of this one

Rainy, wet morning in Noosaville before the dentist

I can see a rainbow

Elvis is in Noosaville

Du, du, du, looking out my front door.

Here is a photo
of my new smile
if you know what I mean.

I am really glad I took these photos

At Wallaby JumpUp again

I took this photo a long time ago at Wallaby JumpUp

The Bighorn ranges in Wyoming in wild-flower Season. An Internet friend of mine lives in this area and she took this photo. It is all under snow right now and despite that, she and her hubby are heading to Cody (Google Maps shows a photo of a Buffalo Bill Historical Centre there) specifically for Italian food because its hubby's birthday and Italian is his favorite. It's only 150 miles from Buffalo where they live. A long drive for a restaurant in the snow they admit. Hubby hunts Elk and mounts the antlers on the walls at home after the long taxidermy process. Poor Elk.

Connor is having a birthday party again today. Although he went to Wet and Wild or somewhere for his birthday, because school was broken up at the time, Ange had no contacts for his party so she is throwing another one today. 22 kids at Maze Mania that she is paying for. Scott had no idea. I saw Ange because this time, she dropped Connor off here and she still has dreadlocks - they must be full of sand by now (a year?). Also she says she has been living with her partner Paul for about that long and now lives in Shelly Beach in a granny flat belonging to his family temporarily. She also has a part-time job reading at the school as Scott named it. A teacher's Aid I wonder? She is supposedly getting paid.

Connor just stayed overnight and I am not sure why Ange has not been letting Scott have him on the weekends but he says some pretty crazy things to her over the phone. But you only have to have the wrong tone of voice according to Scott's ears to incite suspicion and accusations.

I got my dentures this week and the top one is OK but the bottom one needs adjusting big time if I am to wear them. But I can't eat with them and not experience terrible pain in two teeth that have always (since root canal) been sensitive to pressure so how that is going to help me chew food, I am not sure when all I can do is take them out to eat. There is no great cosmetic value in the bottom ones either especially since the wires show.

After all the dramas with Scott and his moods and misperceptions, and Brett with his drunken binges and naked female weekend entertainment and lost or broken mobile phones that he has one more time gotten himself into debt over, it has been relatively quiet this week. No more punch ups between the boys either. Although Brett is determined to "get him" outside one of these days. But the main reason for the quiet is that I sacrificed the TV and told Scott to put it in his room. It is much better for me to have the noise down the other end of the house. I'm no good with noise. I get cranky and it actually feels painful. Scott's whistles are the worst though but thankfully he does not do that so much these days. I do not like the maniacal cackle though. Laughing at his own thoughts all bloody day is when he is in a "good" mood.

Cohen on Australia Day 2010

Oriental Lillies from Rob

Please explain why it is eco-friendly to pull down solid stone or concrete toilet blocks and replace them with these timber versions? Toilet blocks are being demolished and replaced with these all over Caloundra's beaches. They look really shacky and at least here at Moffat Beach, the pavilion for picnicking under has not been replaced. Better than painted concrete maybe or do you prefer the style at Coolum? I think this toilet block at Coolum is cute.  It is actually at Stumers Creek.

Moffat Beach is getting a bit spindly looking.

In fact, the council seems to be going mad chopping down trees and thinning out areas for development or letting too many developers in here. Caloundra South affordable housing estate is being cleared by burning if I am guessing right by the smoke and smell last week. The boardwalk has lost all its trees near fisherman's end and cotton trees have been replanted - too small for the desperately needed shade. The main street lost 2 of its Morton Bay Figs hush hush style and the future of the rest remains uncertain.. Norfolk pines planted as memorials to soldiers in the World War, are being removed all over the coast - dangerous they say. And our last local Koala may have to move on as developers plan to clear away his 2 hectares of bush and only remaining food trees. The Salvation Army sold that land to developers I hear. And the tell-tale pink ribbons mark the demise of more bush. The thicket between Caloundra Rd and Pelican Waters Estate is being thinned slowly but surely. The next section is all completely cleared bush down to the soil interspersed with concrete canals appearing like worms being flooded out of the ground. Meanwhile the coastal vegetation of any size is being allowed to fall into the ocean and the tourists are getting the benefit of open views from their balconies. But we need shade!

Zooming in on Moffat Beach looking at Point Cartright

The pink before the gold

Here comes the sun