"I Do, I Do, I Do."

Introducing the latest and improved version of Mr and Mrs Parke (with an E)!

The mum and dad of the groom

Kerry and Tim

The orginal Mrs Parke (with an E)

89 years young Doris!

We are the generations of Parke with an E. It just so happened that Barry Parke, Doris's husband was the first of Parke with an E. His dad, very excited at the birth of his son stopped off at the pub on the way to the registry office in London and a drunken squiggle evolved. His daughters birth more sobbering stayed with Park but Barry was Parke and that is a true story!

The groom Robert with younger sister and bridesmaid Madilyn.

Groomsman Thomas and bridesmaid Madilyn

The Sun Sets on the Ring Road

A moment in time when all that exists is beauty!

Taken Wednesday 24th June 2009 on the Ring Road around 5:45

Proof that we are a different species....

The thought came to me this morning as I was wondering what I am going to wear to my daughter-in-law to be 'hens' party on Saturday night, why did it get called a 'Hens' and 'Bucks' night out?
Should it have been a Hens and Cocks or a Doe and Bucks night? Proof I say that we are indeed a totally different species to support the theory that we (men and women) are indeed from different planets! So girls...keep your eyes open , be alert...aliens disguised as men sent to takeover our lives and wind us around/up/over their little fingers for their own selfish purposes! Ha the laugh is on them hey girls as we turn the tables and show them our GIRL POWER!

"God Don't Make No Mistakes"

Bull dust he don't! Like my hair for instance. I was supposed to born with red hair and I ended up with what I did...left overs. Oh don't get me wrong, I do appreciate the waves and the strength and the amount but wouldn't you think if he's gone to all the trouble to cover those and make sure my mother had red hair that I would have it too? Thank God for Mark thats all I can say...

Mark James Hair Studio

Flinders Street, Townsville.

Fixes up Gods mistakes! Thank you Mark!

http://www.markjameshairstudio.com.au/index.htm

On Being a Parent....

There is only piece of advice I'll willingly pass on to my children when it's time for them to have their own, is to love unconditionally; without flinching even when the police knock at the door with a warrant, when they fail exams, when they have chosen the wrong path or girlfriend or boyfriend, or even if they are messy and dishevelled or rude and impolite. Just love them and you'll be okay as a parent and they will turn out fine.

My Thoughts on a Loss... Luke J Matthews 18th July 1988-4th April 2009

From the dizzy depths of disbelief despair emerges, encompassing my very being. Youth lost, no taken - snatched from our lives never to witness or enjoy again. Wondering what he may have been like as a husband or father or brother or son will do no good. What is left are the memories of how he was till his leaving us....smiling, cheerful, fearless and with the senselessness of a beautiful twenty year old lad who lived each moment as his last.

Winter is upon us......well winter as we know it!

It's there one minute and gone the next...my hill...shrouded in misty fog. It rises like steam on the river as it ribbons it's way from our dam then floats away misteriously disappearing into the sun rise. As a child living in NSW mist signified bitter cold and wetness but here in sunny North Queensland you can feel the warmth radiating through the dense air. It wafts in ever so gently reminding you that today will be hot and this passing mist but a dream.