*No Subject*

Some thoughts:
Christmas Day lunch at the bayside was not what was expected. It was by the coast, but had little or no sea-breeze, alresco dining in 38 degree heat, other patrons were sweating as much as the poor fellow in charge of the roast meat section, carving and slicing his way through many legs :D

Did not get many presents but that didn't matter to us. We felt spending Christmas with family is priceless.

Now it's off again today (Boxing Day) to the in-laws out at the farm this afternoon/evening for yet another Christmas feast!! Hopefully we can palm off some of the miscellenous "goodies" we received in our work Christmas hampers here as well.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!

You know it's that time of year

....when a rather large tree is placed in reception and an email is sent around with the subject line "Secret Santa".

Also, contributions are called for the Christmas hampers available to be won in this month's raffle. The catch was, to get a raffle ticket you had to contribute an item to the hamper with a value between $5-$10. Easy solution.....Gloria Jeans coffee beans.

The raffle was drawn today at the morning tea.
Correction, I should have said "raffles", as there were 5 hampers up for grabs. It went down to the last hamper draw and who would have guessed that my name was pulled from the hat. No-one did, it was pure fluke.

Anyway, another event that happened recently was the work Christmas function last weekend. This was held at a place called the Brazilian Touch, which sounds like a strip joint. (it was located at Bowen Hills though so location-wise would make it valid)
As one work colleague described it, it was an UPMARKET strip joint.

But really, it was a cabaret restaurant with buffet dinner and a Brazilian dance show. I'm sure you can use your imagination from this point. Most work colleagues weren't that impressed with the place.

And to put more salt into the wound, one of the partners came around the office on Monday and asked how we thought the night went. One boldly responded "I hated the place".

Ssssssmokin!

Summer is definitely here.

But it's

NOT DUE TO THE FOLLOWING:
The fact that our house temp is a constant 35 degrees
The fact that "Rocky the Bulldog" (who lives in my car) has taken another step towards dying from skin cancer
That I'm planning to stay inside the office this week rather than going across the road, so as to avoid the stinking hot weather
The summer storms we've been having recently
I'm wearing summer PJs to bed
Using Fans and A/C
Dad has bought himself a big carton of beer
Pool Party and BBQ invitations

The ONLY proof I have that summer is here:

Is that I got that same stupid shoulder tan I got two years ago, which I only got rid off just before September this year!

Massive Nature

I've now experienced tropical cyclones, flash flooding, hailstorms and have now been in the epicentre of a spectacular electrical storm.

Whilst out visiting the in-laws at the somewhat greener farm, two massive black blobs made their way over Cunningham's Gap. Flashes and rumblings were only in the distance but then all of a sudden we were completely under it.

The 14 or so cows (including 3 very cute newborn calves) ran for cover, whilst we ran to the side verandah, sheltered only by corrugated iron roofing.

First strike was on a fence post about 25 metres away, splitting it in half. 10 seconds later a dead tree next to the fence was struck, giving a massive *BOOM* on impact, causing the tree to split and branches falling everywhere. Everything was pulsating and crackling and we were bracing ourselves for the house to be struck. Fortunately it missed but that was close enough.

5 minutes later the sun came out again and we ventured into the paddock to check out the damage. The dead tree had a crisp cut through the side where the lightning bolt had hit, and bits of wood and branches were lying everywhere and vertically embedded into the grass. The fence post was still standing, this time in two pieces rather than one, but the barb wiring fortunately had not been cut.

Now one other thing I've yet to witness is a cow giving birth, which I missed by a month. Oh well.

Id agamus meliores ut fiamus

At the present time I'm pondering all the various icons and objects that embraces the Latin and Spanish culture.

Here's the list so far:

Flamenco dresses
maraccas (recall that we had these in the shape of green frogs in childhood days)
ponchos
Siesta (YAY!!! Must become legislation)
Matadors
Rampaging Bulls
Inigo Montoya (prepare to die!)
red
yellow
orange
Speedy Gonzales (aribaaa!)
Spanish Inquisition

The big question is...how do I pick from this list and actually come up with a costume within 48 hours, without having to go to a fancy-dress shop or sew?

Rock-Step-Kick

Nothing much to report on, apart from me developing a sudden urge of stuffing myself with cheese. I was never a fan of cheese until the last 504 hours started.

Also, my car has been booted out of the garage to make way for the makeshift "work-shed" which was not included as a part of the townhouse facilities. Hmm..
I'm not complaining though about having someone in the house to fix the leaks and tend to the maintenance when required :)

On another topic, I did go swing dancing last Wednesday night with previously referred to German and husband. (mine, not the German). It was fun, and will likely go again this week.
Til next time.....Rock-step-kick..kick....rock-step-kick...kick....

[EDIT- 16/11/05] Looks like I can't make it to swing tonight due to husband being given 6 hours notice that he is due to fly to Melbourne for a training day. Wonder if that's part of the new IR legislation.

Ha! I kill me! ALF

I couldn't believe that so many of my friends (well, ahem, probably more like 2 male friends in particular) have a fetish (?) for all things 80s. Another quite bizarre thing is that both these friends have claimed or are claiming to be Asian. (one's Russian, the other German :)One of them has been giving me subliminal hints about going to swing dancing classes at Southbank on Wednesday nights.

I was planning on visiting the Brisbane Jive Club which meets at the local bowls club just up the road, but then doing jive at an old bowls club which has deteriorating membership (so I'm told) seems a bit out of place. (Anyone seen the movie Crackerjack?) At least Southbank has a bit more "oomph" in it's surroundings.

We also taught a bunch of Caucasians the brilliant game of Mahjong on Friday night. Although they failed to miss the point that when you shuffle the tiles it is meant to be LOUD!!!! YOu also are meant to SLAM down the tiles in frustration when you lose or have thrown out a tile you should have kept earlier and say "Aiya!"

Apparently mahjong tiles have another use: poker chips, as witnessed by 11:30pm that same night, being played by said German, an engineer, high school manual arts teacher and full-time bible college student.

Sublimally gassed

There's an awkward smell in the office here, that a workmate has pointed out this morning. Luckily I can't smell it in my 3-walled cubicle, however when I need to trot off to the printer the odour increases.

It apparently smells like a Korean BBQ, whatever that smells like. Almost like someone is gassing our part of the office, so we're all inhaling this substance/odour which could be fatal.

I don't think you can get rid of me that easily :D

As for those who thought of other potential office smells, shame on you!

Not sure of a Korean BBQ, but oh boy do I want a juicy steak....

It's all good.....

I didn't get food poisoning from the FIGS Iron Chef cook-off on the weekend.

I was actually quite impressed with the ability of all participants. Well done to everyone. I didn't think that toffee would become a dessert must-have on the night, despite the presence of a full block of chocolate. I was looking forward very much to having chocolate mousse for dessert though :P

Went to a Seventh-Day Adventist wedding ceremony yesterday in Ipswich. Quite different, in that the bride walked down the aisle to the Queensland Youth Choir, and the sister-in-law sang "Somewhere over the Rainbow" as a musical item.

The absolute highlight though of the ceremony, was when the celebrant began the ceremony by saying in a loud voice just one word......... "Marriage". He said it right, but someone else sitting beside me muttered it in another tone which made it difficult for me to muffle my laughter.

Twoo-Wuv eh?

Life on the M side

After a wonderful and windy wedding day, followed by an equally fantastic 2 week honeymoon, am finally settling into life as a Mrs.

On coming back, was bombarded with news and issues: one bridesmaid gets engaged,(that's not an issue), Warren's youngest brother is engaged,(again, not an issue) 2 members of staff at work have finished up, 2 new people have replaced them, workmates demand wedding photos, I forget my login password on my workstation, have to start writing thank-you letters, given an urgent job with a week turnaround, realising I should be using the initial JKW, not JKM on my workpapers, finding my old business cards have been placed in pot plants and other people's business card holders around my part of the office, etc..

You know, life isn't that different on the M side, really, apart from having someone stealing the blankets and doona during the night :)

Countdown....

The work whiteboard reads "Single Days remaining -12 Days" and counting.....

Contaminated Society

Went and watched The Island last night which I really enjoyed.

It was after all just a movie but the plot seemed too simple, but yet not really at the same time. Citizens of the Institute are led to believe that the world outside has been contaminated, and they are the survivors of a nuclear war or environment harard. They are also the special ones who will eventually be chosen by lottery to go to The Island.....the last non-contaminated site left in the world, to breed and create a new society.

However, Lincoln Six-Echo begins to question whether The Island is actually what people make it to be. There is no such thing as The Island. A nuclear war didn't happen. They don't have to wear matching white skin-tight suits and shoes. (you'll have to watch it to get this, but it's only a visual thing which you see alot in the movie anyway)

When the truth behind what the purpose of the Institute is for, you're suddenly thrust into the real world with the entire SWAT team chasing after you in the Arizona desert, eventually making it to Los Angeles. (complete with cable trains dangling in the air in downtown LA and videophones)

It's all about creating clones as life insurance policies for citizens living in the supposedly contaminated society.

One thing though that sprung to mind, was that the hope the people living in the Insitute was on making it to The Island, their paradise. It was scary in some aspects in that what they put their hope for was all a lie.

It does make me wonder how easy it is for skeptical people to think that the hope Christians believe in could also be a lie.

But my hope remains :D

Girls Day Out

Had an absolutely wonderful day with my girlfriends. I should once again especially thank my two ultra special bridesmaids on planning such a funfilled Kitchen Tea for me.

I knew I was going to be slightly emotional by the end of it, but it does make me realise that I don't do fun and silly stuff as much as I used to. The whole process of just being yourself, not caring how anyone else thinks of you and having a great time. I really do miss those times, and so........I should do it more!

Maybe not another Kitchen Tea, but more hanging out with my friends. I'm finding that is difficult, especially when you have a wedding to plan for. But, once that's over, I'll try hard to make sure I don't ditch any of my friends. Sure I'll have a husband to cook for and look after (hehehe) but there should be times where we both do our own things. (mmmm shopping!!)

Speaking of, a local public holiday is looming mid next week. I sense a cook-out and mahjong is on the cards for the day.

LOW

I've added another acronym to my growing list. BERT.

Now the first thing I think of when I look at that is Bert from Sesame Street. You know, the monobrow character with a long sausage face that nobody likes. Now, what BERT actually stands for is nothing too flash or fancy so I'm not going to say it here :)

The point is sooner or later, with more and more acronyms being developed we'll probably all starting talking in acronyms. I mean, doesn't that already happen with SMS?

Some sentences could be:

The AFES group in QLD decided to look at the topic of BGRs at their next MYC. This was also done by YF at CCCB.

or

Instead of working at CMS (*wink) or AFES, why not consider doing MTS at SDBC for 2 years before heading to MC, BCQ or SMBC?

and last one

We require your TFN to be able to lodge your ITR in order to receive an NOA. You'll also need an ABN to be able to register for the GST, FBT and PAYGW.

Ok, I'm now neck deep in oil, from drilling too far down. Can someone throw me a lifeline?

Stupid People

Sorry, but I just had the urge to put this link here.

How silly can some people be?

As for myself, I can be really silly, but not to this extent.

http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=56151

Give me the keys!

Went to the real estate agent yesterday to pick up our set of keys for the new property we're renting, and thought that it would be a simple set of house keys.

Wrong.

What we were given was a bunch of keys, (35 of them) hanging onto several keychains linked together.

And no, you're not having any of these keys!!

The joys of working in taxation

It's been relatively quiet so far this week as it's still too early for tax season to commence.

Nevertheless, I've found that there are some keen beans who are on the ball, and simply want to get this "certainty" out of the way as soon as possible. It does help reduce the grief that is meant to come shortly when the season begins.

Anyway, the point of this is really on false teeth.

False teeth you say?

The story is that I had a one of these keen bean clients send in their information to us this week. His tax affairs are probably the most simple as you could get, so since most of us in the office are sitting in our cubicles, twiddling our thumbs and doing nothing productive, why not get this simple tax return out of the way.

This client then decided to try and maximise his chances of getting a bigger refund, by asking whether he could claim the cost of replacing his false teeth, (He lost his first pair) costing $500. hmmmm...the short answer was no. Unless he paid more than $1500 for the replacement, then we have something to play with.

I wonder what other outrageous claims will be next.

*YAWN*

Mental Notes to self:

Must get some decent sleep.

Must go to sleep without thinking/worrying about something.

Must not try and find something to worry about later.

Must not keep thinking that today is the end of the year. (sorry, accountants tend to do this, especially today, in this country anyway)

Must stop babbling in my blog.

I'm recovering from my latest bout of winter blues, despite the occasional *cough*.

I must really be tired, as this post has to be the most boring post I've made on this blog so far.

Lesson learnt today: There is such a thing as cheap wedding shoes.

Now I've got it......I think....

As a perfect sequel to my previous post, I think I've caught the nasty winter bug :( bleugh!

Feeling sore and achy all over, and very tired. I don't have enough sick leave to take a day off either, so that's just great! (insert sarcastic tone here)

On some brighter news, we have a place to move into after the wedding, which is a big relief.

Now it's time to prove that my life can be fitted into a little cardboard box ;)

Lethargy sets in....

I think my body is telling me that it's time for me to have some R & R.
HA! Tough chance, not with so many things still yet to do.

Maybe it's crying for help from the strenuous and hectic last couple of weeks, or I'm just making up an excuse to bum around this weekend and do nothing. Again, that aint gonna happen!!

Work is having it's ups and downs. I still feel at times, that people forget that I have been working for 3 years and therefore has a good foundation of experience in what I do. Either they're are hesitant to give me more responsibility, or they're waiting for me to make the first move. I honestly don't know.

It's probably taking its toll on my health too, that I was doing more heavy labour work over the weekend, when I was helping my fiance move his stuff into the garage. (which I'm not complaining about either)
Despite that, I still did not reach the 10,000 steps a day. The closest I got to was 8,846.

No rest for the wicked, as the saying goes.

What happens when you notice.....

a black, sleek Alfa Romeo or Peugeot 407cc convertible drive past you in traffic?

You take a look at the male driver, who happens to have grey hair, wearing a beret (the passenger is also wearing something on his head) and a "cool" pair of sunnies.

Only thing left to confirm that this person is having a mid-life crisis, is whether they are wearing driving gloves. Pity that on proceeding to the on-ramp to the freeway they slam on the accelerator and drive off at a speed that my little Mazda 1.8L couldn't possibly handle. (or maybe...)

Is this the life of the male when the female is too busy having mood swings and hot flushes at home?? ;P

Exercising the Jaw and Mind

Started studying the book of Joshua in one-to-one this week. I like grappling with OT text, history, and it never ceases to amaze me to see God's amazing promises made back in Genesis 12 come to fruition.

It's easier to see the events as they are written, living this side of the cross and to have the privilege and freedom of studying the Bible in this way. The temptation of reading it (esp OT narratives) like a story without additional "chewing" wouldn't be helpful though.
Chewing a passage is good. There are the dangers of putting your own interpretation to it and leaving it as it is, without asking for God's wisdom in understanding the passage. Above all, He knows best. All you need to do is ask.

No matter how many times you read a book or a passage, there's always something that was always there, that you probably wouldn't have noticed previously.

I guess you could say that biblical theology along with systematic bible teaching is one of my passions for learning and teaching. However I've felt that I have somewhat back-slided in my zeal for God and become lukewarm. (cf Rev 3:14 about the church in Laodicea) I need to become hot again, and the only way that would be possible, is to make some major changes in my life.

Everything was rad, totally awesome, and TUBULAR!

I believe some people own a DVD boxed set of some TV show called Buffy(hehe).......but I'd prefer seeing DVD boxed sets of Growing Pains, Step by Step and maybe Charles-in Charge...

Here are potential candidates:

http://www.tvshowsondvd.com/newsitem.cfm?NewsID=3183

Towards the bottom of the page, there's a comment from a John Pannozzi about the possibility of............Animaniacs!!!!!!!!!!!

Food Smugglers

My sister and I did a fly-in/fly-out adventure to Sydney this weekend for our cousin's wedding. Now in our family the mere mention of going to Sydney (for whatever length of time- in this case, overnight) sparks the beginning of the most efficient transporting and distribution process with "Food Freighters-Special Smugglers of Fine, Asian cuisine, with room left to spare for mischevious relatives' demands."

The process goes something like this:

1) Inform family of departure date and time of freight carrier- recommended minimum capacity of 2 people, based on amount of food required to be delivered.

2) Picking List prepared by customers- we only have one customer..........Grandma.........but this is all we need to keep this distribution process going.

3) A supply of food to be imported into NSW is prepared also........... provided by Dad or Grandma.

4) Freight carriers begin their groaning/rolling eyes process

5) On date of departure, freight carriers are given the special bag (sometimes suitcase) to transport the goods

6) Imported QLD Food is distributed to chosen NSW receivers, whether they like it or not

7) Freight carriers then make their way to the allocated Fine Asian cuisine venue (a Chinatown BBQ House) to receive the supply of goods as per the Picking List

8) In response to Step 6, the NSW receivers then plan their counter distribution service, by providing goods without the knowledge of the Freight carriers

9) On finding out about Step 8, Freight carriers and NSW receivers have a "special meeting" involving lots of grumbling and comments revealing the "naughtiness and corrupt" ways of the NSW receivers. (note, Freight Carriers are always innocent)

10) Freight Carriers reluctantly receive the NSW food parcel, and groan more.... knowing the fact that they now have more baggage to take back then when they first arrived

11) NSW food parcels are then received back at the headquarters of "Food Freighters."

Oh yeah, amongst all this there was a wedding wasn't there? It went well indeed :D

Water squirters and discipline

Went to the Anzac Day Parade in Ipswich yesterday with Warren and family. Grand-dad, along with cousins Alex, Nicole and Mitchell were marching. It's an honour to witness such a great event not having any war veterans in my own family. Although I witnessed the VP 50 celebrations in Townsville back in 1995 which was much larger (celebrating 50 years since the end of WWII), actually seeing people that will be a part of my family participating in the event, gave me that extra feeling of emotion.

As the ceremony was held in the sun, all the cadets had to be periodically squirted in the face and neck with water, along with ice cubes for sucking on. A few people I saw required medical attention but that is not surprising at events such as this. Quote from Warren's mum- "Now this is the time every year that we get to see people fall over like trees."

The older air force personnel faired well in the heat, with no water squirters and being disciplined for much of the ceremony. However the cadets did not fair as well. When they had to come to attention, most had to struggle to get up from the ground from which they were sitting on. (legs fall asleep)

From someone who was a cadet himself, he saw it as an absolute disgrace. (EDIT- no, this is not me, as I couldn't possibly see myself as a cadet in any shape or form)

Quotes to ponder:

We are living in a world today where lemonade is made from
artificial flavors and furniture polish is made from real
lemons. ---Alfred E. Newman

Adam and Eve had the ideal marriage. He didn't have to hear
about all the men she could have married, and she didn't
have to hear about the way his mother cooked.

"Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he
is not; a sense of humor to console him for what he is."
--- Sir Francis Bacon

"I asked this one girl out and she said, 'You got a
friend?' I said yes, she said, 'Then go out with him'"
--Dom Irrera

Telephone gives the radio stars

Work has finally updated the phone system to sleek, black phones with a direct number for each staff,(yippee!) info display (with name, date, ext no and time) and the ability to listen to the radio at work. (Although it's only tuned in to 97.3FM) Apparently this is the on hold music. I'm certain that this isn't legal but anyway, that's the firm's risk :S

Although I must admit it is waaaaay better than listening to a Greensleeves on chimes...which was what it was before.....eeeeek!

Just heard one of the best songs of the 1990s- "Hazard" by Richard Marx.

They were playing MP3s earlier but something stuffed up along the way so now it's just the radio.

Attempted break-in to get the Law?

I received a phone call over the weekend from a friend who asked whether I had the latest hard copy of the Australian Corporations Law. He needed a copy for his exam on Monday. Deciding that I should be helpful, I suggested that I visit my work office over the weekend and browse through our library resources to find the jackpot he needed.

I was a bit apprehensive as I had never visited this new office after hours before, and I have only been in this job for 3 months. So, with the boom gate and lift keys in hand, I went to the building, up to the office floor and on stepping out, the security alarm starts beeping!!! Luckily another man who works in the floor above (who also is our Practice Manager) was in the lift with me and he was able to disarm the system. Phew!

It would have been a bit odd trying to explain why I was in the building and set the alarm off.

"No I wasn't breaking in....rather.... I came in to see if we had the latest Australian Corporations Law in our library. "

After all that, all we had was the 2001 version. Doh!!!

And no, we do not have the latest copy of the Criminal Law Act either.

Toy Story 3 1/2

There is a rather large fascination with toys and stuffed animals around my part of the office. We have the Finding Nemo collectables from Maccas, Little Miss Chatterbox (Chatty), Mr Silly, Tassie Devil (Tazzie), Moshimoro (known as Pak Choi), the Platypus from Expo 88 (known as Oz) and a very scruffy-looking bear.

Every now and then, someone will discreetly throw either one or all of these over the top of your cubicle, causing you to either jump hysterically, knock off another stuffed animal that has been perched on top of the dividing wall, or spill your drink over your desk.

In the case of two particular male staff, the occasional game of brandy with the toys can start like a match being lit.

Who said accountants are boring?

Blog Away!

Just to let you all know that I have changed the settings in my blog to allow non-registered E Blogger users to add comments if they wish.

Thought I'd also put in this post, the following:

The winner of this year's Bulwer-Lytton contest-AKA Dark and Stormy Night Contest -- run by the English Dept. of San Jose State University, wherein one writes only the first line of a bad novel.

"The sun oozed over the horizon, shoved aside darkness, crept along the greensward, and, with sickly fingers, pushed through the castle window, revealing the pillaged princess, hand at throat, crown asunder, gaping in frenzied horror at the sated, sodden amphibian lying beside her,
disbelieving the magnitude of the frog's deception, screaming madly,'You lied!"

Sing me a Song will you?

I've been obtaining song lists from various places as a part of my wedding research, and couldn't help reading through the list, finding a particular song , cringing before saying "I so remember that song!"

80s one-hit-wonders included Extreme, Mr Big, Wet Wet Wet, Vanilla Ice and great artists such as Phil Collins, Bill Joel and U2.

I then started counting how many songs they had for certain artists, and was amazed that on one list, they offer 30 Kylie Minogue songs which span over 2 decades!! Madonna only had 19 songs. U2 had 22 songs which is also impressive.

Bizarre song titles include "Why do you want to make those eyes at me for?""Shame Shame Shame""Flat Feet Floogie", "Hit me with your Rhythm Stick" and ......."You've ruined all my Favourite Songs" by some group called MGF. It's been placed in the Alternative song category. Enough said.

Culture Club

I went out to lunch with a fomer work colleague of mine at Sunnybank today. I was standing outside the Little Taipei fruit shop and watching various people wandering in and out of the shop and the Food Court upstairs. Young couples (not sure if they were DINKS), young families, senior citizens with their little trolleys, some starving high school/uni students and the occasional mixed couple. (Caucasian and an Asian counterpart). Although I don't eat out that often, I do realise that many Caucasian people go to Sunnybank for food. I even saw an entire family (mum, dad and teenage kids) wander into the Food Court upstairs. I know it's not that uncommon but it is living proof that a cross-cultural environment exists quite well. That is, an acceptance of people who come from different backgrounds, upbringing and food groups. Obviously a line can be drawn at eating snakes and water beetles (which I don't think we sell here anyway), but in saying "Hey, your culture is different, and I accept and can live with that" is an encouraging prospect.

Psychological beings

I have been thinking lately how a person can have mood swings in an instance. You can be bright and cheery one moment, and then self-destructing a few moments later.

Is this stress or a crazy mental state that needs medication?

Issues such as mental health, personal counselling sessions and psychiatric treatments are now included as benefits provided by private health insurance. There are Men's Health and Good Medicine magazines in the lunchroom at work. The topics that come up in almost every issue are stress relief, how to live a stress-free life, taking control of your life and free yourself from life's problems. Not to mention the craze of the year are low GI diets.

Is our society becoming a more stressful one? With work/family/life balance, demanding jobs, lack of sleep and not eating healthily, it's not surprising.
For example, I came home recently from being quite depressed for most of the day. Reasoning-feeling unwanted, unhelpful and doubting about what the future holds. I thought that blaming oneself for problems that may not be caused by you in the first place, and putting the weight of your burdens on yourself, rather than on someone else is better. I realised that in doing so, not only causes yourself to hurt, but also to those around you.

Inaugurality?

My very first post on an attempt to keep a blog.

I have only witnessed two other friends with blogs so I'll see how far this goes before I lose interest.

In my new job of almost three months I've been able to see the variety, humurous and sometimes "shaking my head" scenes that comes with working in a firm with more than 2 accountants.

Firstly, I quite liking working with people closer to my age, sharing similar childhood memories, love of accounting (NOT!) and down-to-earth attitudes of most.

I shake my head every time I hear at work, gossip or a whinge from someone who is looking for love and their despair of ever finding the perfect man. I personally do remember being in that stage of my life a couple of years ago, before unbe-known to me a certain male counterpart entered my life. I can see how negative a topic such as singleness has become, especially for those in their late 20s. But for those who pine after people for the sake of being in a relationship seems very shallow. Outbursts such as "It's not fair!! Why do they (insert person's name) always get the good-looking guys!!" or "I'm so much better than she is" come to mind.

I'm not being smug about not being in that position anymore, but it leads me to really think how life's views can change, once you know the everlasting love of Christ.