God makes beauty from ashes

Hey, I leave for Bali in 2 days (aargh!) and am I the least bit organised? No. No, I am not . I havent even started packing. Here's whats happened since I last wrote: Shelbie and I arranged to go to dinner together last night. We arranged this weeks ago and I've been looking forward to it for ages. I love spending time with Shelbie - I can just be myself and we can catch on our favourite shows and 'gossip' about the characters and argue about our favourite people in "My Kitchen Rules". I was in the carpark looking for Shelbie's car at 5:01pm and was excited for going for a meal with a good friend. Shelbie pulls up next to me and grins a welcome as I open the passenger door. At the same time as I pull my seatbelt around my huge frame and beam an excited smile at Shelbie, my phone rings. I grimace in apology to Shelbie, mouth the words "Sorry about this" and answer the call. It's Gracie . "Hello?" I answer hesitantly -...

For so long now, I've been reminiscing (sp?) about the past. When you look back - everything looks brighter. Everything is more colourful, more beautiful, more meaningful. I think I've been doing it a lot more of late because I'm convinced I dont have a social life now - so I relive my past popularity with envy. Yesterday, Judy's radio has since changed that. Well, enough to cheer me up and make me hope for better things for my present  and awesome things for my future. I was innocently listening to 98.5 (a Christian Radio station here in Perth) on Judy's radio yesterday morning. One of the many items Judy has said I mustn't touch. Ever. After a little while, I felt guilty about listening to the forbidden radio and the rational part of me texted Judy: "Hello - I'm really struggling without background music today and forgot to bring my iPod - can I please use your radio?" and got the begrudging reply "You can - this once - but be careful w...

Hey, I dont really have anything 'blogworthy' to write about, but just wanted to write you something so that I can get into a good habit every day. Actually, I do have something I wanted to talk about...now it's two things :) Firstly, there is a random bowl of unappealing musli on the Reception counter. It was 'left over' from one of the big meetings upstairs - along with a plateful of chocolate biscuits with vanilla cream in the middle. One guess which snack got entirely devoured first? Two Directors came up to the counter and one of them, I really like. For the purposes of learning from my huge-ass mistakes when working in "one of the Architectual firms in Perth...no mention of names here" I will call him "Bill". Bill is kind to everyone. He is a 'high up' Director and has his own Executive Assistant and everything - but he always says a lovely greeting to me when he walks by Reception. He holds the door open for couriers with...