Silverback

Found this gorgeous guy while wandering around the zoo the other day. He is mesmerising. I would have to say the gorillas are my favourites(The orangatans come a close second.). I really could just watch them for hours. There is quite a deep emotion one feels when you see them for real. They are just a beautiful, beautiful animal! So gentle, yet so powerful! Just awesome!

The Neighbours Window

This is the view from my kitchen window. Almost every time I am working in the kitchen and look out the window, I wonder who lives next door, what their furniture looks like, what they do with their time, if they are looking out their window at me in my kitchen.
It's the same when I am sitting at a cafe or at the shopping centre, people watching. I look at the faces of people, the expression on their face, what they are wearing, how they carry themselves, if they are with someone else and I wonder what they do, where they are going, why they are here.
Everyone has a story whether it be interesting or not. I suppose most stories are interesting because it's different to mine. I often wish I was an extrovert and was comfortable striking up conversations with complete strangers. I would ask them all sorts of questions about themselves and ask them to tell me their story. I love to hear people's stories. If people are willing to open up about their life, I could sit and listen for hours. I find people so very interesting, unfortunately, a lot of people are too wary or in a hurry to sit and talk and share their story. Unfortunately, it is completely outside my comfort zone to strike up a conversation with someone I don't know. Because of this, I know I am missing out. I'm missing out on viewing life from someone elses perspective, from seeing things from someone elses point of view. I'm missing out on hearing the adventures of someone elses journey. Maybe, somehow, I can reinvent myself as an extrovert so that I can enjoy talking to people I don't know, well, listen to them anyway. I'd rather listen than talk.
Maybe one day soon I will work up the courage to go next door and meet the people who live behind that window that I see from my kitchen, and maybe I will find that they have a great story to tell. I really hope so. I love a good story!

Sunday Funday

I still have trouble with the fact that I am a school mum. Actually, I have a little trouble with the fact that I am a grown up, with children. But that's another subject altogether.  Anyway, yesterday we went to the school funday. It was fun too! The kids had a ball and Baby and I took so much pleasure in watching them enjoy themselves. It really is the small things that make being a parent worthwhile. Watching them sit still while they have their little faces painted. The laughter when they go sliding down the giant slide. The joy and smiles when riding the merry- go- round. And the togetherness of sitting on the grass eating hot chips and drinking soft drink.

We had a really fun day together, as a family. I cherish these days.

My Friends

I love my family and my friends deeply. I am beginning to miss them too. The novelty of living in a different place definately hasn't worn off, but the fun of adventure doesn't diminish my need to be in contact with those that are familiar to me. It's at this time that I have to be intentional about how I spend my time and what I do with my thoughts and attitude. I could very easily slip back a little into that great, big hole. Definately don't want to go there.
Anyhow, I don't want to rabbit on about the depression. I wanted to dedicate this blog entry to the people that have been a part of my life and have influenced me along the way. I miss the people that I have bonded with. The people that call me their friend and think enough of me to share their precious time with. I have to say that over the years I have been incredibly blessed with having these people come into my life. Some of these people are family members, but I also put them into the category of friend.
I wish there was a way for me to express to each person how I feel about them. It's easy to say to them that I love them. I do love them, but I love each person differently. There are so many different types of love and so many different levels of love. I have bonded differently with each person. I love that about the different relationships we form with our friends. Each relationship is unique and special.
I love you my friend and I miss spending time with you. One day, we'll be able to sit and laugh and chat over a cuppa. I really look forward to that time. xx

I'm Cold

It's a rather cold, rainy day in ol' Melbourne town. I'm getting a glimpse of how bitterly cold the winter will be. Today is equivalent to a cold winter's day in Brisbane and it's only just autumn. My toes are cold. My legs are cold. My hands are cold. Even my nose is cold...no big nose jokes please.
It's about time to hit the stores and buy the family some really warm clothes. None of us have the kind of clothes that are needed to keep warm in this cold climate. I'm sooo going to hate shopping for new clothes and shoes...not!
Anyway, I was warned. Still, I do not miss the sticky, sweaty humidity. Not in the least.