Potential Homocide from the use of Pogo Sticks?

Found on Stuff News.

Firstly I have to say that poor boy!  What a horrible way to die. (assuming the story is real and homocide is less a typo and more something I have never heard of)

Then I am forced to explore the combination of language.  Firstly 'probe'.  Maybe I am weird but it gives a certain connotation when mixed with 'pogo stick' and 'homocide'???

Words from the Playground

Teacher- "are you alright?"  as Year 7 boy tries to adjust his school shorts
Student-" yes, but I am suffering from wedgies"

Suffering sounds more extreme that just a plain underpant problem, but I ain't checking it out.  I just hope it is not catchy!

Teacher- "why are you swearing?  Wouldn't your mother be embarrassed to hear you speaking like that?"
Student- "no, she swears too.  Mostly at Dad and the neighbours"

Nice!  And worse!  They live in an apartment so there are HEAPS of neighbours.

And my favourite for this week-

Teacher- "The bell has gone!  Why are you still on the playground and not back in class!!???"

Student- "my mother told me not to speak to strangers and I only know 2 people in my class, so I am staying here instead of talking to them."

Now THAT is clever thinking!!!  He might not have even been spotted had his feet not been hanging off the end of the slide!

The Big, Hairy, Black Tomato Bandit.

I am fortunate to have a beautiful vege garden that grows luscious, abundant tomatoes.

Some time during the last few years, our dog discovered a new love for tomatoes and has now set about nicking them off the tomato bush.  She doesn't mind if they are ready, she doesn't mind if they are a bit over done.  She doesn't mind if they still have the stem attached, or if I have just biffed them into the trees because the birds have pecked them.  She is a machine and happily chases down any biffed tomato as if it is a personal quest to single handedly rid the world of the red orb!

I thought she was only having them when I threw them to her or near her, but no!  She is a slave to her stomach and has learned to help herself.

She has developed this technique with her doggy lips (yes, doggy LIPS) where she carefully wraps her lips around the tomato, cherry tomatoes being her favourite,  and plucks them off the bush. 

Once she jumped onto the back of the ute with something clearly held in her closed mouth.  After much coaxing she finally opened her jaws and about 20 cherry tomatoes of all colours and ripeness fell from her mouth and bounced all over the tray of the ute.  Not one marked by tooth indentations.  Those doggy lips at work!
At being caught, she had the good grace to look embarrassed and not rush to regather her stolen hoard.     Her thievery was discovered a few years when beneath the farm kennels where she had been housed for a while, a tomato plant began to sprout!  Hmmmmm, wonder how that got there??

Today Mum and Rhoda came to help me catch up on the harvest to see if we can beat the dog to the tomatoes!  We were away last weekend so things have got a little out of hand with the garden.  Mum went home with about 4 bags to 'veg out' with and I totally appreciate the catchup!  :)

Movie of the Cat

Thanks to Jacqui, I am working on movies for my blog, so here is the cat torturing the washing.

It's Been Ages

But I'm back and also impressed that there is now auto correct has been added!!! Although I am impressed with my own spelling and grammar ability, self praise is no recommendation.

I am also trying to add photos to make it more interesting.

Found this cool tree on Great Barrier and it was completely hollowed out.