Hit me!

Yesterday walking up to catch my bus I got hit full on by a runaway billboard. Yup, it was a particularly windy day and I walked, pushing myself into the wind. Head down. Mistake. When I looked up - BILLBOARD - and nowhere to go. Car on one side, wall on the other. I lifted up my right arm in a feeble attempt to protect I don't know what. WHACK!

Let me explain the Billboard - one of those that small shops use to display the newspaper headlines. So if you were thinking one of those big highway boards - I think I'd be dead. Nope it was a wee one. About the height of an oven.
The worst part of it all is rather sad. Nary a small bruise to show off or get sympathy for. I did get sweet retribution in another form though. A lady stood at the bus stop I was heading towards and she did nothing. No shout to warn me. Not even a concerned question in my direction after I got hit. Nothing. I think I spotted a quickly hidden smile. So we get on the bus and as luck would have it alight from it at the same stop. Me first. Then from behind me I hear an 'Oh dear are you ok?'
I turn. Laughing lady is lying on the floor. She fell off the bus. Karma strikes. She was surrounded by people helping her and didn't appear to have broken any bones so I walked on. Smiling. Fully expecting Karma to hit me with a bigger something.

You know what I keep thinking about though - what was written on that billboard?

Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall. All you got to do is call!

So I'm back again. Watching Fried Green Tomatoes as I write this. Makes me think of old friends and times gone by. I hope when I'm old one day I'm still blessed with the memory I have now. I want to be able to recall the happy times like flicking on a switch. As clear as I can today.

I've been pretty blessed in my life so far in that I've made a few treasured friendships. Some are almost as old as me, some only months old. I get sad sometimes when I think about the friends back in my homeland who I don't get to see or speak to very often. I wish there was a way to keep everyone close. Close to hand not just to the heart. I can't remember who said this first but I'm saying it now - memories are only worth having if you have someone to share them with.
So friends who are reading this, keep close. I've got your secrets safe in my head and I'll remind you of them when you forget.
It is comforting to know that no matter where time takes me I've got a friend there. And right now I've got my very best friend of all sitting right next to me on the couch. Who could ask for more in life?

Late Friday thoughts

Friday night. I just got a telling off for not writing on my blog since Tuesday so here I am. I always do what I'm told. Seriously. So these are my Friday night thoughts. The sun started shining a bit this week. Still wearing my jacket in the mornings and early evenings. I'm sitting with a blanket wrapped aorund me right now. The sun is out during the day though. Shining. Bright. Glorious. I've missed it. Lunchtime is my favourite time of the day now. That's when the sun is shining her brightest and I get to leave my office without my jacket and bake. I'm baking on a very low heat with a slight breeze coming off Arthurs Seat and it is heavenly. I'm not normally a sun worshipper. Mostly I'm a shade girl. Ever watch Dark City? I feel like I've been living there the last few months. Someone finally turned the sky lights on.

It's late in the evening. I'm reaching Yawn level 3. That's where you yawn every 3 typed words, if I get to level 1 then, well, typing just gets dangerous. So I bid you all goodnight. Tomorrow I've a busy day planned but Sunday is looking like a good blog day.

Thank-you Ipod!

My Ipod is the best present I've ever received. I'm not a Morning Person. I just don't do mornings. I function. That's all. Don't ask me questions. Don't talk about matters of importance. Give me coffee. A hug. A kiss. Just don't annoy me and all will be well in the World. Yours and mine.

So picture me – Miss Idont Domornings Licata. It's a family name so I'm stuck with it. Picture me sitting on a bus at 6:30am. Barely a cup of coffee down my throat before I rushed out the door. Next to me a kid- Ipod on and on so loud that the DOOF, DOOF, DOOF is grinding into my irritability like an axe to a tree. A young mother gets on the bus with screaming infant in tow. Now I'm a kid person. I even love other people's kids (guess I have to when I don't have any of my own). But come on people give me a break. It is 6:30am! Behind me a mobile rings. RINGS one of those annoying I-got-a–nokia-but-don't-know-how-to-change-the-annoying-signature-ringtone ring tones. And the Sausage behind me can't find it in her giant handbag. Finally answers it and then rabbits on LOUDLY in a language I can't understand. This annoys me even more – if you are going to talk on the phone on Public Transport at least do it in a language I can understand so I can eavesdrop and paint a picture in my mind of what your life is like. Now combine that with the random PINGING to signal the bus driver to stop. And the school kids who scramble to the back of the bus and then compete to see who can talk the loudest while one of them inevitably has an MP3 player that has speakers and will blare tunes that sound like they are being sung by the chipmunks over all the noise.

Did I mention I don't do mornings? I used to get to work growling, contemplating murder. Now picture me sitting through all of this with a smile, completely relaxed and happy and getting off the bus with a cheery 'Thank-you Driver!'

Notice the white wire running from my ears to my chest. My Ipod has saved me.

Blog by Blog

Been staring at this blank page for a while now. Trying to think of something entertaining to write. I keep getting distracted by cricket, the need for coffee, facebook, other peoples blogs, phonecalls... and then I'm back to staring at the blank page.
So as a means of combating my lack of words today I'm writing about my lack of words. My theory if you get rid of all the bad words, the uninspired, the dull and mundane - the winning stuff must surely follow.
I think part of the problem is that I've been blog surfing. Looking for inspiration but all I seem to be finding today is blog after blog about other people's tragedies, misadventures and general sadness. I'm not heartless, in fact if anything I'm too sensitive and I can almost feel the pain of these complete strangers. Is this the state of the world today? Tragedy and sadness on everyones doorstep. Send me links to funny blogs would you please?
I need laughter. Laughter is indeed the best medicine. I'm going to start the laughing now... join me if you will.... HAHAHAHAAAAAAA HEEEE HEEE HEEE BWAAHAAHAHAAAAAAA