I think its time for a joke

A farmer stopped by the local mechanic shop to have his truck fixed.

They couldn’t do it while he waited, so he said he didn’t live far and would just walk home.

On the way home he stopped at the hardware store and bought a bucket and a gallon of paint.

He then stopped by the feed store and picked up a couple of chickens and a goose.

However, struggling outside the store he now had a problem – how to carry his entire purchases home.

While he was scratching his head he was approached by a little old lady who told him she was lost.

She asked, “Can you tell me how to get to 1603 Mockingbird Lane ?”

The farmer said, “Well, as a matter of fact, my farm is very close to that house

I would walk you there but I can’t carry this lot.”

The old lady suggested, “Why don’t you put the can of paint in the bucket.

Carry the bucket in one hand, put a chicken under each arm and carry the goose in your other hand?”

“Why thank you very much,” he said and proceeded to walk the old girl home.

On the way he says “Let’s take my short cut and go down this alley. We’ll be there in no time.”

The little old lady looked him over cautiously then said,

“I am a lonely widow without a husband to defend me.

How do I know that when we get in the alley you won’t hold me up against the wall, pull up my skirt,

and have your way with me?”

The farmer said, “Holy smokes lady! I’m carrying a bucket, a gallon of paint, two chickens, and a goose.

How in the world could I possibly hold you up against the wall and do that?”

The old lady replied, “Set the goose down, cover him with the bucket, put the paint on top of the bucket,

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and I’ll hold the chickens.”

Didn’t it rain children – didn’t it rain.

It most certainly did – on and on and on.

Victoria had lots of rain on Saturday Sunday and now Monday

Luckily the suburb where I live didn’t get the rest of the nasty stuff – no flooding, windows smashed by hailstones the size of tennis balls or lemons (depending on who was telling the story) gale force winds causing trees to be blown down as in some suburbs – just lots and lots of rain.

Melbourne copped a hiding on Saturday, the rain, the hail and the gale force winds did so much damage – Spencer Street Station (oops Southern Cross – I’ll never remember the name change) had its rather posh roof torn to smithereens, racing at Flemington was called off and the AFL game at Docklands (oops Etihad Stadium – another name change) was called of as well. Many Moomba activities were halted but all was not lost as the sun shone in the city this morning for the Parade down Swanston Street – which 2 days previously was under water lol

http://news.ninemsn.com.au/national/1023204/major-storm-blankets-melbourne-like-snow
http://www.contestedfooty.com/2010/03/melbournes-storm-causes-damage-to.html

We made the overseas newspapers:
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/australiaandthepacific/australia/7394608/Super-storm-and-giant-hailstones-lash-Melbourne.html

And a wikipedia entry lol
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2010_Melbourne_thunderstorm

I’m not sure what will happen now, SES workers are out in force all over the city and parts of the state, we’ve even had some arrive from interstate to help out – its estimated the weekend storm caused over 200 million dollars worth of damage and there will be about 40 thousand insurance claims eventuating from it.

Hope Linda Jen and Merle who all live in the north of the state are ok.  From what we hear Shepparton took a lot of rain overnight.

Back in 1906 the Australian poet Dorothea MacKellar wrote a poem called ‘I love a sunburnt country’ part of which goes like this:

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of drought and flooding rains,
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me.

Well we’ve had the drought – now its time for the flooding rain.  So much of Queensland and New South Wales are in flood at the moment they have been declared Natural Disaster areas.