It's only a number... isn't it?

I don't have a problem with my age, I don't even mind telling my age. I don't look my age, so I'm told quite frequently... but sometimes I feel every bit of my 51 years.

At my visit to the G.P. yesterday(because I have had a red and very sore right eye for a few days) he called the eye specialist to make an appointment for me and said "I have a 51 year old female that I would like Dr. Morgan to see for me please." When he said that, I thought... surely he can't be talking about me... I'm not 51. Oh wait... yes, yes I am. I am 51.

Then I thought about the time (last year) that my gorgeous grandsdon Braylon asked "Nanna, how old are you?" I replied, "Braylon, I am 50 years old." His big, beautiful, brown eyes got bigger and he said "Wow, Nanna, that's a big number." Yes, yes it is a big number... but it's only a number, right?!

His Words Are Special...

The following was written by Mark on my facebook wall... I feel loved.

It was a beautiful morning here in Melbourne, just perfect for a peaceful and picturesque ride to the Dandenongs. An easy 65km round trip with a coffee stop in Sassafras. Everything was travelling well. We were on our way back home feeling invigorated by our efforts and satisfied with the aromatic coffee and warm freshly baked blueberry muffins still leaving their impressions.

The atmosphere started to change. It wasn't the weather, we had the easterly morning sun on our backs urging us home, but something wasn't right. We were leaving the undulating hills of Vermont which increased the sweat on our brow and drew closer to K-Mart. Something wasn't right! The air became thick with grief. There was an overwhelming sense of loss! I could hear moaning, at first unintelligible, but then as we passed K-mart I could begin to make sense of the words...

Where has she gone? Why did she leave us? Is she going to come back? Why oh why did she abandon us???? As We cycled past Highview grove it felt like we were pedaling through molasses, the air was thick, we could hardly breath, people were roaming around dressed in black and were veiled in their grief! They were lost. Life seemed to hold no meaning or purpose for the people in East Burwood. How were they going to survive without the beloved dancing American!!!!!

Thankfully we made it past and on to Middleborough road. We were all in shock! How can one person have such a huge impact on the lives of so many? I need an elixir. I need something that will help remove the cloak of despair that I am wearing. How many sleeps is it till we see her again? How many days until we are warmed by her embrace? How many hours until we hear her delightful voice? Too long!!

Christmas has come early!

My Christmas present from my wonderful stepson Phil and his beautiful lady Janelle. I LOVE it! Thank you so much!

I brought it home from the US with me and had to open up the box... it was too big to put in my suitcase. I wrapped it in bubble wrap and carried on in my handluggage... taking very good care of it!

I now have two very special tea sets.

Alone... but not alone.

There is something very comforting about sitting in the chair at the salon you've never been before in the town you've never lived in before... and chatting away to the ladies who might be your next really good friends.
I heard some local gossip (which means nothing to me right now!), I learned about family and talked about mine. I had a really yummy coffee and if these ladies are not my next really good friends, that's ok too... because I know I will always walk away with a really good colour and cut!
It was a good day!

No more bad news please...

In a space of about three weeks, we have learned that Peter's dad is terminally ill, my sister Deen was in a terrible vehicle accident and has a lot of broken bones, my Aunt Anna is in hospital seriously ill and my Daughter-in-law Doshia is in hospital with pneumonia but not without first thinking it might be a tumor or cancer.

We are very thankful that Doshia is being treated for pneumonia and will be well again with a lot of rest. Aunt Anna is still not well, but she is a fighter and will hopefully be well. Deen is very positive and says she is a little stronger everyday... and my father-in-law is still in hospital but is hoping to be well enough to go home.

We are keeping you in our thoughts and prayers... family that we love.

Happy 4th of July

Whatever you are doing on this 4th of July... have a happy and safe one!

A Late Birthday Gift...

My beautiful twin nieces had a 20 something birthday recently. This is what I made for them.

She looks like my sister...

My beautiful granddaughter Karla looks like my sister, her Auntie Debbie!

A Christening... Phoebe Scarlett

Our sweet sweet niece Phoebe was christened on December 13, 2009.

Pretty Yellow Jumper

This beautiful yellow hand knitted cardigan was made by my dear friend Libby. I brought it for Mickaela last year and she wore it then but this year it is fitting her better. She looks adorable... yellow is a colour she will always be able to wear! A beautiful jumper for a beautiful little girl made by a beautiful friend.