Thursday, June 7, 2012

Taroko Park taiwn

 Taroko National Park Taiwan, is famous for its marble gorge. Taroko National Park has an area of 92,000 hectares (approximately 227,336 acres). The park established on November 28, 1986.
There’s beautiful landscape here, and wonderful waterfalls, you could spend a week there and not see it all, we where the all day and saw only a very small part of the park.
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Tuesday, April 24, 2012

ANZAC Day 2012


 Many of you who know me, will know that War Vet’s and those who fight for this country Freedom, mean a lot to me, even the one I don’t know, so some of you will find this a very different ANZAC Day post for me.

I’m so very sick and tired of hearing people say ANZAC Day, is glorifying war, to me these people are fools who have never, known a Vet or Soldier or live with Vet or Soldier, and they have never been to war.
ANZAC Day is not about glorifying war, it about Death, Living and Freedom.

Death,
So many giving their live to keep our country Free, and at Peace for their children and ours, and they do it because of their love for this country.
And their Families, they lose part of their live in away most of us will never ever understand.

Living,
Those who come home, after doing what their country has ask of them, who try to get on with their lives as best they can, some who never fully come home, for part of them is still in country’s miles away across the sea with a mate who never made it home.

Freedom,
The men and women, who fight for this country and many of those give their Lives for this country, it is they who give us the give us the Gift of Freedom. Freedom to be able to live the way we want, Freedom to be able to stand and have our say, Freedom to go to whatever church we like and the list go on.

No one in their right mind glorifies war, how can anyone say we do, for even those who win the war lose, so many who fright never come home and those who do sometime, pay the price for the rest of their lives’, I have never meet anyone who wanted to go to war, but sometime we have to fight for what is right.

We are not Glorifying War in any way on ANZAC Day.
If you don’t like the way we stand with those who have died, who are fighting and those who have come home after having done what this country asked them to do, LEAVE!
We don’t need you here and I don’t care if you were born here or not, if you can’t stand with those who keep us Free we don’t need you here!!

I will always stand with those who keep us Free!


“Lest We Forget”
That we are Free,
Thanks to those who lay their
Life on the line for us


S.M. Mac Arthur ©




A Soldiers Wife
As she sits there on the edge of the bed
Holding onto sweet memories, going through her head
She has their babies asleep in the next room
But remembers back when they was just bride and groom

She takes the kids to visit his mother
Together they hold hands and pray for a son and a lover
It's been too long now since he first left
For his tour of duty at his counties request

She talks with others who have loved ones over there
Helping to support each other with loving care
Sometimes she breaks down when the kids ask 'when is dad coming home? '
She wishes she had an answer for each time she's alone

She cleans the house and pays those bills
And has her moments when all time stands still
With the love in her heart for just one man
She can't help but cry as she looks at her band

She prays someday he'll come home safe from harm
And once again she'll snuggle up in his arms
She speaks to God about her plans and wishes
As she stands and cries while doing dishes

She's trying to hold it together the best that she can
Doing all she can do for the love of just one man
Her babies are quiet, for they are sound asleep
So then she lays down, then she begins to weep

She don't know it, but he'll soon be home
Just a matter of days now and she won't be alone
They will try and make up for time that was lost
And she'll be so thankfull he didn't pay the cost

We all should be thankful for those served and those that gave
And honor them with pride, for being so brave
Though their feelings may not always show
They've been through a hell that we may never know

by Norman Hale Jr.

Dedicated to those that served as well as their families
“THANK YOU”

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Happy Easter

 


Hi My Friends,
Just stopping by to wish you all a wonderful Easter,
I hope you all spend the weekend, with those you love and care about, and that they bring much joy to you,

Please if you’re on the roads travelling,
Please drive safe!

Happy Easter to you all!
Sue


Saturday, March 24, 2012

The Corella's have come to town


Many of you have heard about the rain that Queensland and the stats on that side of Aussie are having, but on my side of the country it is dry, so very dry. It so dry the Corella’s have come to town, there a very big flock of I would say about a thousand birds, stripping tree and pulling up grass try to find food, all Aussie know these bird, can open anything they like with their big beaks, on the main road in town, the street lights now have no covers on them, they are all broken on the ground and I’ve heard of the odd car that now has no mirrors.


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Saturday, March 17, 2012

Mark's (Tank) Ride for the Vet's

From The Kenosha News

Many of you know Mark (Tank) from the old days at Window Live Space, I through some of you may like to know what he doing for the Vet’s, Mark left on this ride yesterday, If you’re on FaceBook, just go to his page and you can keep up with how he going

 

Out-of-shape smoker plans 48-state bike ride to raise awareness of veterans issues

From The Kenosha News

Mark Hansche’s legs will push the pedals, but the drive to bicycle all 48 contiguous states comes from his desire to raise public awareness of American military veterans living in less than honorable conditions.
“The new packet for the paperwork for the VA is five pages long. Even to get benefits, you have to have a permanent address. And a lot of these guys don’t have an address. A lot of these guys are living on the street,” said Hansche, 58, a Kenosha resident and Vietnam-era Marine.
During his two-year enlistment in 1971-73, he served in southeast Asia, on Okinawa and in Quantico, Va. He never saw combat but knows others did.
“It got to me everytime I turned around: Benefits are being cut for this; benefits are being cut for that. The government is not hearing the guys that are hurting,” Hansche said.
Against the odds?
Hansche smokes, is 6 feet tall, 260 pounds, hasn’t ridden a bicycle in 40 years and, by his estimate, has never ridden more than 100 miles all at once.
“I’ve been told it can’t be done. I’ve been told I’m too old. I’m too out of shape. What they forget is I was a Marine. I still am. If I fail, well, I will have tried,” Hansche said. “I know this is going to challenge every ounce of my body, every ounce of my being. But the drive is still there.
“The only thing that can stop me is me. And God. And maybe a bear. The guy at the bike shop said, ‘Whatever you want this bike to do,
you’ve
got to be the one to make it do it.’
“My kids don’t want me to go. I’ll miss my grandchildren terribly. My wife thinks I’m insane. I’m sure there are a lot of people out there who think I’m insane, but I’m not.”
Starting slowly
The plan is to start slowly, pedaling baby strokes, if you will, not only to break in the new Trek 1.2 Alpha road bike custom fitted for him at Zion Cyclery, but to break in Hanshce’s body little by little, enabling him to increase duration on the saddle more each week.
If all goes as planned, he’ll complete the trip in eight months.
On the way, he hopes to kick his decades-long cigarette habit. When he leaves Thursday from the bike shop in Zion, he’ll be armed with nicotine patches prescribed by his doctor to help him quit smoking.
He figures the riding will help him shed a lot of excess poundage, too. So long as his knees and the rest of his body hold up, he plans to go the distance.
Reaching deep
In late fall, he started a Facebook page dedicated to his upcoming pedal-athon. It’s drawn a lot of attention from supporters and well wishers.
“This is deep within my soul. It’s almost that something is driving me, and I can’t let it go. I started this page back in November just to see what people thought. The more I got into it, the more I had to do it. Or at least try and do it,” Hansche said. “Most of these guys don’t even have a tent or a sleeping bag. They sleep where they can.”
He insists he isn’t on “a crusade or anything like that. I just want America to remember what sarifices anyone who puts on a uniform makes, whether it’s losing an arm or being away from your family for 18 months at a time. My goal is to help one guy who is hurting — at least one guy a day — whether it’s getting him a cup of coffee, a meal or gettin’ him to the VA.”
High hopes
Hansche worked most of his adult life in retail, was unemployed for two years and most recently did a five-year stint as a security guard.
That doesn’t add up to big bucks for a guy figuring to bankroll the ride on his own. But when word got out on Facebook, others came forward — are still coming forward — offering donations, and inviting him to stay at their homes en route.
He remains conflicted about accepting financial donations and hasn’t yet opened an account to receive such funds, though that may change.
“The whole idea was not to take money but to give back. I didn’t start out with my hand out. But it seems the more word gets around, the more others want to support me,” he said.
According to Hansche, a budding author wants to write a book about his experience, and Hansche plans to photograph vets he meets and document their stories.
“I don’t have the background to put a book together.” Hansche said. “ But if that all works out, I can help some vets that have no place to stay.”




Sunday, March 11, 2012

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud by William Wordsworth


 I first heard this poem in school when I was about ten, I still love it, paint a beautiful pictures for all to see


I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
by
William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.