Hi everyone,

I know its been a while since I've posted but believe it or not I've been just as busy now that I'm on holidays as I was when I was still at uni.

For anyone that doesn't know I'm on a committee trying to set up a pregnancy crisis help service called "YourChoice", and we are launching the project on the 30th of November so I've been working really, really hard to get ready for the launch.

I also have my friend Tiani staying with me at the moment because she had to leave college, but wanted to stay in Hobart for another week.

On Friday I am going away to Bruny Island with some friends for a week to have some time to relax. Hopefully I'll get some good photos and post them when I get back.

Anyway, I just wanted to post to let you all know that I'm alive and fairly well, just busy. I'll leave you with a story that was emailed to me by my friend Tami.

"There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New
England town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying
a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were
raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak...'I was
walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me
swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little
wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. I stopped the lad and
asked, 'What you got there, son?' 'Just some old birds,' came the
reply.
'What are you gonna do with them?' I asked.
'Take 'em home and have fun with 'em,' he answered 'I'm gonna tease
'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a
real good time' 'But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later.
What will you do?'
'Oh, I got some cats,' said the little boy. 'They like birds. I'll
take 'em to them.'
The pastor was silent for a moment. 'How much do you want for those
birds, son?'
'Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain
old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!'
'How much?' the pastor asked again.
The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, '$10?'
The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He
placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone.
The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the
alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot Setting the cage down,
he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds
out, setting them free.
Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the
pastor began to tell this story.
One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just
come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. 'Yes,
sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap,
used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!'
'What are you going to do with them?' Jesus asked.
Satan replied, 'Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to
marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to
drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and
bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!'
'And what will you do when you get done with them?' Jesus asked. 'Oh,
I'll kill 'em,' Satan glared proudly. 'How much do you want for them?'
Jesus asked
'Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take
them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and
kill you. You don't want those people!!'
'How much?' He asked again.
Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, 'All your blood, tears and your life.'
Jesus said, 'DONE!'
Then He paid the price.
The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from
the pulpit."