Naked or Not on Social Media.

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For some unknown reason – is it just me? I seem to be getting really inappropriate followers and people who want to friend me. I have followers on twitter that post pornographic pictures of women in really inappropriate positions. What is that? mostly men posting them, which is why there is a block button.

The other one that drives me nuts is women posting pictures of themselves naked or in “sexy lingerie” seriously why? firstly I want to congratulate you on staying so fit and healthy all your life. It takes time and effort to continue to look and stay so slim, but keep it for those that appreciate it, I appreciate the effort you have gone to but that’s the limit of my thoughts on how you look, what you are wearing or not wearing, remember I can comment here as I don’t recall inviting you to share your pictures with me. Then the safety net of the block button arrives and I no longer have to see you or read about you and what you want any longer.

I have a person, who I don’t know try and friend me on social media, through the grapevine there is a story to tell about someone else. People obviously do not understand the publication of anything derogatory, threatening or vulgar is defamation and slander, if you print it, say it or share it despite the fact you haven’t written or said it yourself , you are the perpetrator and can be prosecuted.

If you are the jilted lover, lovee or person who had a friend that didn’t want to be your friend anymore then, suck it up. It happens to all of us, it’s called being human, we love, we hurt, we forgive and we move on, what happens in between is sprinkles of happiness, sadness, laughter, tears, regrets and guilt to name a few. People move in an out of our lives, some we wish to keep forever, some we wish we had never met and for reasons you may never know some leave and don’t tell you why. You do recover and in most cases replace with someone else more important and special, but you do work out in the end it’s their loss.

To the “random people” that want to “friend” me to make trouble for people I know, let me tell you I KNOW and whatever it is you wish to share and show me, DON’T ! It makes you as awful a person there is going around.
Take a leaf out of the saying “what other people think about me / you is none of your / my business”.
Move on, enjoy your life without causing trouble for others”, you will not be friended by me. in fact head over and read my blog Unsubscribe https://mytrendingstories.com/article/unsubscribe/
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This is a word that appears on the bottom of a lot of  “newsletters” ones which I have no idea how they got my email address, which in itself is an oxymoron, as I’m a blogger and I am easily found. I get many, today I got “Rites of Passage”all about a tattoo festival which I did unsubscribe to, not only is it in Sydney but really not my thing.

I also a few years ago sent the word  “unsubscribe” to a person who had texted me about their marriage break up, it was full of some of the nasty things both parties were saying to each other and as one of the parties is a close friend, I didn’t want to read it nor hear from that partner again. It worked, I never received another text from this person and would do it over again if it happens.

It’s actually a good way of not starting an argument and also staying out of one. I have had to unsubscribe myself from many things as I know (here’s the shocker) I have an opinion on most things. I can be divisive and have known this for many years, I have tempered myself over time and also had a great friend tell me once, “have that inner voice tell you to ‘shut up’, don”t enter a battle that will only cause a war.” It’s a very true statement as no one wins wars, there’s only fall outs and on going hostilities.

I told the person a couple of years later, I sent the unsubscribe to the ex and we still laugh about it today. My twin sister and I laugh a lot and make comments about who and what we would like to unsubscribe from, mostly it’s situations rather than people.

I have one today I’d like all Australian to be able to unsubscribe from and that’s our parliament full of people that can not make a decision without a fight. It’s boring, insulting and divisive, change the marriage act, stand up and be the people we voted for, ones who can make a decision. I know it was mandated so we are stuck with the people in Government for better or for worse.

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Coming back

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It’s hard some days to write on my own blog as my bullysbeefothermeats blog has been picked up by the global website mytrendingtories so I’m having to commit to doing at least 3 to 4 blogs per week on farming and I suppose it gets blurred but it’s been a thrill to have been asked. I am also the unpaid farm hand, who is needed to drive tractors, quad bikes, deliver farmer to paddocks in Utes so that he can do his job.

I do the selling of our meat, trade shows, doing our book work, budgets and finances for the business and feed baby animals when they arrive. Nothing gives me more joy than watching and assisting an orphaned animal survive and become part of the Caloundra farm family.

At the moment I have also been asked to present at a nurses conference so am about to put the final touches on my speech. This is for the South Australian Peri-operative Nurses Association. What a thrill and honour to be asked, but also slightly frightening at the same time. For all of you nurses out there join your association, now that we are under legislation to get our continuous development points or CPD to maintain our registration, our chosen profession has groups and associations that provide high quality education for country as well as city nurses to get their points.

I know when I renew my Registration Certificate each year we tick a box that says we know we are competent to work in the field in which we trained. I take this seriously and know that I am coming to the end of that grace period. I didn’t leave nursing to not keep up my skills, I married in the country and there is not a job for me within 150km’s so when I take one I know that I’ll need overnight accommodation and have to weigh up whether it’s worth it or not. I know that it is and I keep getting told “you should” “you have to” in relation to my nursing career.

I know this but it will also make me a FIFO, and I wonder how many of my fellow nurses would like this idea or do it. It does not mean fly in fly out it actually means, DODI Drive out and Drive in, I live where there is no airport, we have a landing strip for RFDS and hang gliders but not a commercial place for me to get to work and back. The drive will either be a 5.5 hour round trip or a 6 hour round trip. I have been told, he will travel to you, it’s a great theory but there is ALWAYS something on the farm that can keep him from family BBQ’s in Adelaide or events. When you have animals, it’s an obligation and life long passion to look after them, feed them and assist them when they birth if they are in trouble.

Getting work  within my area is difficult, as both hospitals in my area have their quota’s of nursing staff and unless anyone leaves then there is no opportunity. Also I am limited as I love the Operating theatres, it’s is where I always felt at home. I have and do firmly believe that we are the eyes, the ears and the voice for the unconscious, frightened and voiceless, if we are not there to protect, defend and care for all who come to theatre then we should move out and let someone else who has these values do it.

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Here I am as a nurse and my twin sister Jacqui as a chef, so from the age of 4.5 years it was my chosen dress up costume and career.

What is your chosen profession? Did you reach your goals? Have you taken the long route round?

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Blaming Others

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Most people know if they have a bad night or a good nights sleep, i find myself waking up most nights and chose to lie in the dark looking outside our windows. It is beautiful if there is a moon shine. we live in the country so we have no street lights, neighbours house lights, security lights that flicker on and off with the movements of cats and no road traffic. This no longer scares me I find comfort in the quietness most nights.

We do however sleep with the radio on, I have a night time moaner, talker and snorer and have on occasions woken myself up talking nonsense in my sleep. He is a snorer with tinnitus and can wake up asking if someone has left a machine running.

I know when I wake what sort of day I’ll have, I have woken with heart racing and teeth gritting together, my teeth will ache from grinding them in stress. How do you have bad days on a farm you may well ask?  Most people think country life is relaxing, and jovial, it is full of loving animals, lush green paddocks, endless beautiful scenery, hours to prepare fabulous meals, wearing aprons and or jeans, boots and hats.

In reality it is very different, if it’s too hot, all the waters need checking 3 times per day as cattle will die within a day if they do not have water. In winter when the grass or paddocks turn green the animals need checking 2 to 3 times per day for bloat, too much green will expand their stomachs (they have 4) and they will literally fall over legs in the air dead. we place magnesium blocks over the place so they can lick them to reduce the risk of bloat. In birthing they can and do require assistance. The farmer is amazing with how he can deliver live cattle and not hurt mother or calf, but it can look like a brutal process with great outcomes.

My biggest gripe is the gap between sale of goods, meaning beef or lamb and payment. We will pay all our local places before anyone else, we do not need another country business closing due to slow sales and bad payers. All country towns and associations try and fund raise for their associations, hospitals, children’s schools, individual causes. I chose my charities now based on how much of my dollar goes to the charity or how much they pay staff to get your dollar. Yet when everything doesn’t pan out who do we blame?

How many head to the blaming the Government? themselves? the Boards that run organisations? or just society in general? are you a doer, get in and help or are you a watcher that stands on the sidelines, never participates but whinges loudly when it fails, or are you the volunteer that gets in helps, works and promotes? I’m the doer, the volunteer, I can work hard and tirelessly to raise funds and awareness and sometimes this isn’t enough or is too much for people and they shut you down. I move onto the next cause. I don’t do it for the praise, me I would like to be thanked as most people do, how do you react when you’re not thanked and appreciated?

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Election “that’s how the fight started”

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My take on our elections “thats how the fight started”
John Howard introduces us to Peter Costello and thats how the fight started.
Simon Crean has the job and introduces us to Mark Latham and thats how the fight started
Mark Latham fights with a taxi driver and thats how the fight ended
in comes Kevin07 introduces us to Julia Gillard and that’s how the fight started.…
Malcom agreed with a climate change tax and introduced us to Tony Abbot and that’s how the fight started
Julia keeps Kevin and thats how the fight started.
Kevin introduces us to Bill Shorten and thats how the fight ended.
Tony keeps Malcolm and thats how the fight ended.
We have an election in 2016 with Malcolm & Bill and thats how the fight started.
“you’re welcome”

Bailey

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*Names have been changed to protect the innocent*

A couple of weeks ago I was tied to a fence post and left alone in a back garden of cement, I was walked as much as the owners could but they went off to work each day, then suddenly on a nice sunny day this lady came and spoke to me clipped me onto a nice blue lead, called my name and opened the car door and I jumped in. I thought I was going for a walk, I was a bit timid and sat in the back looking at her as she drove out of the driveway.

I moved myself to the front seat and sat looking at her sideways, she spoke non stop as we drove and kept her hand on me. I was more interested in looking out of the window and smelling the fresh air than looking at her. It didn’t take me long to realize I she wasn’t going to shut up nor stop touching me, we drove for what seemed like l hours then she pulled up  at a park, put the lead back on and out we got. I was very shy and kept trying to run away, she kept talking at me and walked me round and round the park till I settled.

We talked to some kids who had to hurry back to school, she let them pat me, then we went into this place that smelt like cats & dogs and she wanted to put me on the scales, how rude. The nice reception girl came over and lifted me onto them, told me I was perfect weight and was a lovely boy (she gave me a liver treat).

The door opened and out another girl came, she smelt nice and I kept going to her. My lady holding the lead was talking to her and petting me, she talked about black hand. The vet lady started running her fingers through my fur and said I had black fleas and needed immediate treatment, she gave me a liver treat. My lady said great, lets do it, the vet lady got a machine and it beeped they were all happy I was micro-chipped but then not happy as it was not registered.They shave my paw and took some blood to test for some heart worm, it was clear and I had a liver treats.

My lady said check his ears please, so the other nice lady from the other room came in and held my head while they stuck this really long hard stick in my ears, I wasn’t that happy, they gave me a liver treat and I became suspicious. They then wanted my temperature and the next thing I know I’m having something put in my bottom, all I wanted to do was turn around so she could remove it, that was fine, they offered me a liver treat, I had to be asked 3 times, as I worked it out, they only gave me treats when they wanted to invade my orifices !

Then they came at me with needles, I didn’t take the treat and headed to go underneath the table. The last thing the vet girl said to my lady is we are going to have to put these 3 big pills in his mouth to treat his fleas and by the time you get him home, it will have started dying, he will need a bath. Then as I was thinking we were about to leave the vet lady came at me and opened my mouth and put these awful things in it, I spat 2 out, I didn’t want them or another liver treat. But they came at me again and did it so I swallowed and didn’t have a liver treat. I turned my head in disgust.

I traveled further away from the concrete home with the lady I was looking at her now, I felt better so I gave her hand a little lick on this part of my trip. I was still anxious as to what was happening to me. She pulled up outside this place, opened a gate and I watched her the whole time, she pulled into the house, put me on the lead and met this man and we walked into the bathroom. They lifted me into this tub and she turned the water on I cried out, I was scared I had never had a bath. The nice man came back and he held me and talked at me whilst she bathed me, all this dirt and dead fleas ran off me. I felt so much better.

I went outside and met these black four legged creatures who tried to lick me and the man walked me round the yard on the lead. I was exhausted, it was a very big day. They fed me – my own food and I didn’t have to fight off others to have it, then they showed me a thing, it had sides and a lambswool pillow bottom, they called in Bailey’s bed. I sat down it in straight away, I sighed, I was only use to cement. I also didn’t scratch anymore, they pulled it into the bedroom on my first night, I had a woopsie up the curtain and they didn’t yell at me or tell me off, I woke up 4 times and wanted to go out so they got up with me and let me in and out with out telling me off.

I am Bailey, I am a dog and this is my story of my life at Caloundra Farm. Yea and that lady that talked at me for the drive, took me for a walk in the park on my new blue lead, waited with me at the vet, gave me my first bath and inside bed, she’s still here let’s call her Bella

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What’s your passion?

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I look at the farmer in amazement (in a good way) most days, he lives doing what he loves, farming and he is a good farmer at that. I have always said to him I will never learn what he has forgotten about farming, I’m doing care taking. His love of the land is matched by his love of the animals and his dedication to ensuring he farms to the best of his ability.

He has grown up here, a familiar story to men from the bush, they can relate on a deeper level to the earth than most people. The house block was bare when purchased and he has planted every tree here, maximising for wind breaks, shade and aesthetics. He has re vegetated fence lines to provide boundaries, grass breaks and shade from wind, rain and hot sun for animals. He has utilised Trees for Life to get natives to plant that will beautiful the landscape, encourage bees to pollinate vegetation and stabilise ground cover.

He checks everything daily to ensure, it’s safe, this includes water in troughs, no open fences for escapees, animal girth for bloat (in winter) pregnancy how far along they have progressed and paddocks that allow the animals to roam on the property without much interference from humans.

I got him to teach me how to feed out hay, most of you would think this is easy but there is skill in everything and safety first when doing farm work. It involved being able to drive a tractor to collect a hay bale, get it to a trailer attached to a ute, place the bale so that it sat within a specified place to ensure safety and room for 2 more, flip the bale and load 2 more. Drive the ute to the paddock where the cattle would come around, cut the six strings, set the Ute into low gear and let it drive itself whilst you get on and divide the bales up and drop the biscuits off both sides of the moving ute. Terrified me it did when I had to do it on my own, the thing about farming is that you have to accommodate for all instances.

Me, learning to do this allowed the farmer to go off farm for more than one night without having to come back to feed he hasn’t been able to do this since 2009 when we holidayed together.  Working as a partnership has it’s ups and downs as there is only the two of us, no next generation coming through the ranks, but that happens in many families.

I haven’t found my passion here yet, I still feel at home in the city where I have family & friends. In the country there is so many highly talented educated unemployed women that have married into a life of no career and duties from times past. I know women who are charted accountants now bank tellers (part time) para legals now abattoir workers, nurses unemployed or working as cleaners. There is no shame in gainful employment don’t get me wrong, it would be nice to be employed close to home, but some of my women friends have 2 or 3 jobs to earn a decent income well out of their chosen field.