He was famous producing a YouTube video tribute to his wife Rachel for her birthday..
What a purely romantic gesture, and if you are like me, when you watch it, you cry..
Sadly Kristian Anderson lost his battle with bowel cancer on Monday 2nd January 2012 , he died far too young, and although he fought hard against this disease it won. He died at peace, but left his loving wife and two children behind and believed in God until the end.
I know that religion always seems to raise its head during dreadful occurances such as this, but if there was/is a God, why would he/she take someone who has SO much to live for?
Recently a new friend I have made in my new country community lost her Mum and Step Dad in a nasty motor vehicle accident. The deceased was so young, so full of life had found love and was happy... Once again, I ask the question.. WHY?
Not that this post is about me, but I have to remember that I asked myself the same question when I was diagnosed with MS. WHY? Why did it have to be a condition that effected my brain.. My BRAIN! The only thing that cannot be replaced, transplanted, mended, patched up and sewen back together. I am the same age as Kristian..
Please take the time to watch this tribute to Kristian or even take the time to read his blog that you will find a link to (I have been following his journey with Cancer) - http://howthelightgetsin.net/
http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/entertainment/sydney-confidential/oprahs-sadness-over-kristian/story-e6frewz0-1226236983083
The YouTube video that started it all..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A58po6ZgEqQ&feature=related
Now, hold your family and loved ones just that little bit closer and appreciate..
Lots o' love
Sal
Thursday, January 5, 2012
A letter to a temporary Australian
Dear Motorcycle Enthusiast
I know when you have finished work for the day and heading to the gym (or "beat" which is yet to be established) for a work out. Well, I assume you work; you would have to as to be able to afford not only the fuel for your piece of "muscle machinery", but also the parts, tyres and blown engines of which I am sure there are a few going by your riding style.
I do appreciate the wakeup call at 1540 hours almost every afternoon when I can hear you accelerate around the roundabout which is approximately 800m from my office. It reminds me that I haven’t had my afternoon coffee and I should probably wee.
Then I assume once you have mastered the roundabout successfully, your attempt to become airborne from the speed you do along the road every afternoon is thwarted by having to go over the cattlegrid at the gateway to my office and your "beat", but, don’t give up I am sure one day you will succeed, with or without still being firming seated on your piece of machinery. Please note that should you become disengaged from your bike, the fact that I have advanced first aid will be completely useless considering the speed and velocity involved when you encounter the cattlegrid. Don’t worry if I hear the crash I’ll make sure I dial 000 before leaving the office or maybe just the morgue to give them a heads up on your “belly up”.
Whilst I am sure that you LOVE your piece of machinery and you enjoy riding it around our small town, I personally am not a fan. Perhaps it’s not your machine that I am not a fan of, perhaps it is your “attempt” at riding it that I am not fond of.
I am not sure if you revv the engine because:
1. It’s idling too low and you’re afraid it will cut out on you (I’ll happily refer you to a good mechanic)
2. You’re deaf and you NEED TO HEAR THE ENGINE.
3. You get off on the vibrations of the engine between your legs
4. It’s just a part of being a motorcycle enthusiast
5. You revv the engine to let me/whoever know you are coming
6. It’s your calling card
7. LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!
If you ride like this around your home, you must be really popular with the neighbours. If I only encounter you a few times a week and I want to slash your tyres I’d hate to think what your neighbours want to do to your prized piece of metal. Personally I am tempted to get one of our trucks and park you in, your bike would be no match for a 6 tonne fully laden truck.
Hear you soon!
Lots o'Love
The chick next door.
I know when you have finished work for the day and heading to the gym (or "beat" which is yet to be established) for a work out. Well, I assume you work; you would have to as to be able to afford not only the fuel for your piece of "muscle machinery", but also the parts, tyres and blown engines of which I am sure there are a few going by your riding style.
I do appreciate the wakeup call at 1540 hours almost every afternoon when I can hear you accelerate around the roundabout which is approximately 800m from my office. It reminds me that I haven’t had my afternoon coffee and I should probably wee.
Then I assume once you have mastered the roundabout successfully, your attempt to become airborne from the speed you do along the road every afternoon is thwarted by having to go over the cattlegrid at the gateway to my office and your "beat", but, don’t give up I am sure one day you will succeed, with or without still being firming seated on your piece of machinery. Please note that should you become disengaged from your bike, the fact that I have advanced first aid will be completely useless considering the speed and velocity involved when you encounter the cattlegrid. Don’t worry if I hear the crash I’ll make sure I dial 000 before leaving the office or maybe just the morgue to give them a heads up on your “belly up”.
Whilst I am sure that you LOVE your piece of machinery and you enjoy riding it around our small town, I personally am not a fan. Perhaps it’s not your machine that I am not a fan of, perhaps it is your “attempt” at riding it that I am not fond of.
I am not sure if you revv the engine because:
1. It’s idling too low and you’re afraid it will cut out on you (I’ll happily refer you to a good mechanic)
2. You’re deaf and you NEED TO HEAR THE ENGINE.
3. You get off on the vibrations of the engine between your legs
4. It’s just a part of being a motorcycle enthusiast
5. You revv the engine to let me/whoever know you are coming
6. It’s your calling card
7. LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!
If you ride like this around your home, you must be really popular with the neighbours. If I only encounter you a few times a week and I want to slash your tyres I’d hate to think what your neighbours want to do to your prized piece of metal. Personally I am tempted to get one of our trucks and park you in, your bike would be no match for a 6 tonne fully laden truck.
Hear you soon!
Lots o'Love
The chick next door.
One big bag of fruit..
They say when you move to the country you are supposed to eat a lot of peaches.. According to the song...
You know what, I have had more nectarines, grapes (of both fresh and pressed state) and apples than I have had peaches, but life is still pretty “peachy” down here!
I guess considering we are in a winery region I could take up grape picking, but Bloke assures me it's hard work in the heat of summer. I've given it some thought and I reckon I'll give it a wide berth.
I am missing having a huge variety of fresh fruit and veg available at Flemington Markets or at my local fruit and veg market.. The nearest large fruit and veg place is a 40 minute drive to our nearest large city.
Never the less, I started our vegetable garden on the weekend and we already have babies pushing their little green heads through the soil, I just have to keep the grass short to deter any nasties of the legless reptilian variety.
Peach out!
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