One more sleep!

Watched the movie Julie and Julia again. Did you ever have one of those movies that cheer you, inspire you and that no matter how many times you watch it, it just gets you every, every time?

I think it is because both the woman portrayed in this movie attacked life with such passion.

The perfect movie to watch on the eve of my 35th birthday. 35. Not quite sure how I let this happen but it is here tomorrow and nothing I can do about it.

I do love birthdays. And that number doesn't really worry me. Life just gets more exciting the older you get and there is still so much left to discover, learn, see in this world. All it is, is a reminder to get busy living.

I've just realised in these last 2 post of mine I've got out my soapbox and been preaching a little. Must be because I'm getting so much wiser in my old age.

Did I mention it is my BIRTHDAY tomorrow? YAY! Later Reader!

Can you imagine it?

I've been watching on TV the last few days the floods in Queensland. Watching things and people fight not to float away. Water is so powerful, and so hard, when it comes at such a force, to protect yourself from.

I've watched farmers sob into the camera. All their crops gone. I've seen heavily pregnant woman surrounded by all they own. No home to bring her new baby back to. I've seen the same footage over and over again yet I'm moved every time. The death toll climbs steadily and there are reports saying that some of the 50 odd people (they say bodies but there is still hope right?) may never be found. One body was found 80 kilometres from where he went missing.

Can you imagine it? We complain every day about something. Something we wish we had. Something else we wish we could do.

Imagine losing everything. Be thankful today.

7 days in.

With a word or two I'm back in the game.

2011 literally started with a bang for us!

And ever since we seem to have had nothing but rain, rain and more rain with a smattering of sun just to fool us into thinking we live in the Sunshine State. Luckily we haven't been flooded where I live but my car has never been cleaner.

On to other things besides the weather. This morning as I sat working I was startled awake by a THUD.

A poor Lorikeet had flown smack BANG into my window. Poor fella sat dazed, confused and, I'm sure, a little embarrassed on the wet grass for a while before flying off and hiding away. I think I heard chuckling from all the other Lorikeets! Who here hasn't walked into a glass door before? Well I haven't but I've seen loads of people do it and I ... sympathised with them, of course.

How is this for a coincidence? I drafted this post early this morning, then in my daily reading of my regular blogs I came to Wozzel. Read Wozzel for a new way to deal with glass doors. Words to live by. I'm getting a hammer.

I'll be back in a whizz.