Good one Bro!

I had a wee chuckle when I read this in the New Zealand Herald tonight. Not sure whether to put it down to great team work or good old Kiwi ingenuity, however, one thing I do know ..... I just had to share it.


Posse of police leap from taxi to make arrest
11:37AM Monday May 26, 2008
A driver "nearly died of fright" when a posse of police leaped out of a taxi and arrested him and his passenger in Hamilton at the weekend.
The car was being pursued by beat section cops on foot in central city Victoria St about 1.20am on Saturday.
When it looked like they had no chance of catching up with the car, a taxi driver offered the cops a lift.
The green Subaru station wagon was wanted in connection with a robbery of a man near the Waikato Museum carpark.
A 17-year-old man had been enticed into a car by two men who then assaulted him, demanding his shoes. He managed to escape but damaged his knee and was treated at Waikato Hospital.
All the police had to go on was a description of the car.
"The offender's car was stopped at lights but before we could get to it the lights went green and as we got to the Collingwood St intersection the scenario was repeated," said Constable Craig Taylor.
"Just then a taxi pulled up and the driver yelled at us to get in, so with four burly cops and their equipment squashed in we radioed for back up."

The taxi caught up with the car in nearby Mill St where the pair got the "shock of their lives" to find themselves suddenly surrounded by police.
"The driver nearly died of fright and just put his hands up, a quick search revealed the victim's torn shirt on the back seat," Mr Taylor said.
An 18-year-old Hamilton man and a 16-year-old Auckland youth were arrested in relation to the incident.
Police are now keen to find the helpful taxi driver, a male of African descent, and thank him.
- NZPA


Sharon Boddey May 2008

How?

How can you walk in the sunshine when your life is coloured black?
How can you take a breath when you feel as though you’re drowning?
How can you smile for others when your eyes are filled with tears?
How can you love yourself when you have been robbed of your dignity?
How can you look on the bright side when the clouds have hidden your rainbow?
How can you be happy when your heart feels so crushed?
How can you be yourself when your world has fallen apart?
How can you believe in yourself when others are laughing behind your back?
How can you make a change when others control how you feel?
How can you keep on trying when it all seems to be in vain?
How can you explain how you feel when the words just won’t come?


Sharon Boddey May 2008

A twist in the tale - Writers Island and Sunday Scribblings

Glancing towards the setting sun
I watch her soar
Gracefully floating above the trees
Seeing the natural glory beneath her
Although thankful for her liberation
I tremble as she changes direction
Fighting the impulse to recall her
I turn away
Saddened by the sights that await her
Mans blatant destruction of the land
And betrayal of natures own gift


Sharon Boddey May 2008

Sisters Update

Picking up the phone and dialling the number I was a tad nervous. I had received a text saying that all had gone to plan and I would get a call from my brother in-law later in the evening.

“Wakefield Hospital.”
“I am after some information on my sister. She had an operation yesterday.”
“Name.” Given.
“What was she in for?”
“Operation on a tumour.” I say.
“Would you please hold while I check?”
Before I can say yes, there is the audio of the hospitals wonderful features and abilities and how it treats people with respect. How important it is for patient and visitors to feel comfortable in a caring atmosphere.

“You there?”
“No, I am here. If I was there I wouldn’t need to talk to you.” My sarcasm goes down like the bomb on Hiroshima.
“I will put you through to the ward. Please hold I’ll put you through now.”

“Ward 666, Nurse from hell.”
“Good morning, I am the devil and I was wondering how my sister’s operation went and if I could speak with her.”
“Name?” Given.
“I’m sorry but she is sleeping at the moment. She had a rough night and has a terrible headache.”

‘A headache?” My tone is obvious. “Do headaches usually occur after such procedures?” I ask with a deadpan tone.
“First time I have come across it.” She replies without even a pause.
“Oh really. I would have expected some sort of headache after such an operation.”

By now I am starting to smile and laughter is not far off. (Control Steve Control.)

“Err could you tell me how things went?”
“The operation went well and she was awake and talking last night.” She tells me.

I can not resist. “So now she is asleep and not talking now?”
“Unfortunately yes. I am sorry.”
“She’s not dead then?”
“Oh NO sir but I could check if you like?”
“You’re not blonde are you?” I ask as innocently.
“Why yes I am. How did you know?”
“Just a lucky guess. So my sister is fine, the operation went well, and she is in good spirits but is asleep at the moment?”

“Yes that is right sir!” she seems pleased that I have grasped the situation well.
‘Thank you for your time” I tell her. “I will call back later. Just tell her that a brother called.”

“I will. It is so nice to have understanding people talking on the phone. Have a nice day.”
“You too and take care.” I tell her in my best none laughing voice.
Hanging up the phone I burst into laughter.
How the hell am I going to explain this to anyone? Think I’ll just keep it to myself.

Whitesnakes do it better ……………. When there are blondes in the world.

WHERE the BLOODY HELL HAVE YA BEEN?

What do ya mean where have I been?
You could have called or emailed or done something like that, maybe ya could have just left a comment but OH NO not you........... Dumb Mother!

this pic taken feb 2008 me sis and sis inlaw has sunnies on.

Been crook mate been crooker than a crook persons crook bits. Had a few job interviews and been knocked back. Had the mother in law over and what a beautiful time that was. Went out for dinner with my sister whom I love and adore.

"Come on mate don't get soppy on us will ya!"

Well bugga me if she don't give us a call and tell us she is crook.

To be honest for sometime now she has been under the weather. Allergies and shit.
Never complained, never said nought.
Every time ya call her and ask how are things going ya get "Everyday's a great day!"

So I guess a brain tumour means What?

To know my sis is to know someone very special and unique. She is someone to be loved for who she is and what she stands for. Ya may not agree with her all the time but ya gotta admire her spirit: to get knocked down then get up again.

She has her operation tomorrow Friday 16th May 2008. 10-12 hrs of work for the doctors.
Stress to the max for family and friends and anyone else that knows her.

My mum use to complain of headaches and stuff, just like my sister. In this day and age one hopes the technology and advancement in these sort of things is way further down the track than back in 1983-84.

One hopes and prays that all goes well but one still remembers the past and sometimes wonders if history will be repeating. Let us hope not.


Whitesnakes do it better ..........when ya have a sister like mine.......Love ya Sis.xxxxxxx

Telephone - Sunday Scribblings

The ringing begins, quietly at first then gradually becoming louder until it equals a banshee screaming in the night.
My stomach begins its inevitable ritual, butterfly caresses soon turning into a tempestuous upheaval, gripping my being and threatening to turn my inner peace into a maelstrom of turbulent emotion.

Perspiration dripping from my forehead, I try to escape as the shrilling continues, piercing every pore of my body as though it’s determined to oust my sanity. My pounding heart is threatening to explode through my chest.
With skin soaked in perspiration and body racked with spasms and I cautiously venture outside, conscious of the distorted thoughts in my head.

With despair I make my way to the safety of the garden, determined to escape those who are searching to ruin my serenity.

Praying for unity, I plaster my ravaged body against the wall until gradually I become conscious of the silence.
Relieved I gulp colossal breaths of air feeling as though my lungs may explode.
I exult in the knowledge that I have won a short reprieve.
I have temporarily escaped those who are determined to haunt me, to cause me great distress.

The modern day weapon: the telephone!

Sharon Boddey May 2008

Faithful - Writers Island

Your dark brown eyes
Peer straight into my heart
They fill me with a certain longing
Tugging at me when we’re apart

Your soft golden skin
Fills me with the warmth of the sun
Every time I catch a glimpse of you
Instinctively I know you’re the one

You’re always there when I’m in need
Of a friend or a shoulder to lean on
Never judging or asking questions
Simply being there until the job is done

You never complain when I hold you tight
Cuddling you so closely against my heart
Through the rollercoaster of emotions
You re-assure me that we’ll never be apart

You are the stability the keeps me sane
You’ve been part of my life for many a year
And I don’t know how I’d survive without you
Bogart, my faithful teddy bear

Sharon Boddey May 2008