The spirit of Christmas.

As I sit draped accross the dining room chairs, windows and doors wide open, sun and wamr breezes streaming in, I feel Christmas in the air. I know, cheesy. But the carols are penetrating the air, the christmas lights fill my vision and last night I even watched a christmas movie. Voluntarily. I love them. And may be the only 20 year old on Planet Earth that does.

Presents line the base of the christmas tree, my home made tags glistening in my appreciation. Although the malls may be more battle grounds than forms of entertainment and pleasure, my christmas shopping is almost done and, if I must say, I think my presents this year are the best yet. Watch out family!

So to all (or none which I'm sure is the case, but hey I'm writing this for myself right?) have a bloody good christmas. Eat up, enjoy the presents and be thankful. Thankful for whatever you have, wherever you may be. Just be thankful.

Rain. Rain. Rain.

I love you. Just not in summer.

Social blunder.

Serious blogging hiatus. Or so it feels. Kinda felt like something was missing, like I'd forgotten part of my daily ritual, a chore. Alas, I was suffering from that terrible loss of blogging. Its also somewhat a paradox as I have been filling my day doing completely nothing. Zilch. Zero. Nada. But as my Dad so often tells me (seriously, like more than twice a day on many occasions, but good advice nonetheless), one should always give work that needs doing to the busiest person as they will be the most productive. Boy, can I tell ya thats true. I may have spent the last few days putting up the Christmas tree, wrapping presents and making decorations.

But hey, I had fun. That's gotta count for something right?

Its the little things.

Christmas shopped today. "So smart" I hear some say (obviously those who leave shopping till Christmas Eve then get trampled by everyone else who did the same). Well, so I thought too.

But apparently there was a memo that went out that I missed declaring today as the day everyone should take the day off work and go shopping. Needless to say, I have cuts, bruises and trampled marks. I'm kidding, but I definitely arrived home worse for wear (despite the clothes I brought myself, an act that so often happens when shopping for others...ironic huh?)

While I can put one tick next to a family members christmas present, the day was otherwise unsuccessful. Unless you count the guy in the helmet playing 'Silent Night' on his recorder. Now that was priceless.

Christmas is upon us.

Put up the Christmas tree yesterday and got into the whole 'jolly' spirit (no sarcasm intended), even flicked on a few christmas carols, you better believe it. Saw some nice christmas shaped shortbread in a magazine and thought I might imitate them with my brilliant (read: bizarre) cookie cutters and make some gingerbread men. Nothing like baking fatty foods to get you in the Christmas spirit.

Yesterday my shopping excursion, albeit slightly unsuccessful, let me steer clear of the World Vision promoters, designed specifically to riddle passers-by (is this a culs-de-sac situation or did I just spell that wrong?) with total guilt. Look, if I want to sponsor a Third World child I will do it of my own free accord, I wanted to yell. But didn't. It's Christmas.

Today, just to prove that good weather never lasts, despite El Nina or a similar made up name intended to impress, and now its raining. Hard. So much for Christmas in the southern hemisphere. But the Christmas tree is up, decorations are out, candles are lit and carols are flowing.

Now, to those biscuits...

Early morning dip...

Early morning surf to awaken my senses. Water was calm and glassy, grumpy old men threatening to steal waves, not so much. Almost got my leg chopped off by a raving luncatic on a Malibu.

I sincerely hope his bald spot got burnt.

Nevertheless, a brilliant way to start the day. Please surf, give me strength to get through Christmas shopping!

Inspired.

You know that feeling when you're inspired, like you can't stop the inspiration from flowing. It attacks every atom in your body and won't let go. Its all you can think about, distraction at its finest. Inspiration is where a lot of dreams are realised, imagined. Its the birthplace of many a moment.

I have that right now.

Just thought I should let you know.