Today is the day that Australians celebrate living in the best country in the World.

* Prawns are thrown on the BBQ.
* Cricket is watched.
* Beer is consumed (national drink)
* Beaches are visited.
* Cares forgotten (if only temporarily).
* Fishing becomes the national sport for the day.
* Grass is mowed.

I'll be doing the latter. I have let the grass run away again so I need to reel it back in. Curse this sunny weather!

Congratulations to Steve Parish for being recognised and receiving Australia Day honors.

Congratulations to Lee Kernaghan for receiving "Australian of the Year" (Can anyone remember when he did the McDonald's ad. for the McBeef Burger? ... he earned the nickname of "McBeefers")

Congratulations to Novak Djokovic for making it to the Final of the Australian Open.

Commiserations to both Rafael Nadal and Roger Federer. They have both been knocked out of the Aus. Open. I was really hoping both of these guys would be in the final and that Nadal would win after a brutal encounter. Maybe next year.

R.I.P Heath Ledger

Aussie BBQ - Lyrics by Eric Bogle

When the steaks are burning fiercely
When the smoke gets in your eyes
When the snags all taste like fried toothpaste
And your mouth is full of flies
It's a national institution
It's Australian through and through
So come on mate and grab your plate
Let's have a barbecue

When the summer sun is shining on Australia's happy land
Round countless fires in strange attires you'll see many solemn bands
Of glum Australians watching their lunch go up in flames
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell that it's barby time again

The Scots eat lots of haggis, the French eat snails and frogs
The Greeks go crackers over their moussakas and the Chinese love hot dogs
Welshmen love to have a leek, the Irish like their stew
But you just can't beat that half-cooked meat at an Aussie barbecue

There's flies stuck to the margarine, the bread has gone rock-hard
The kids are fighting and the mossies are biting, who forgot the Aerogard
There's bull ants in the Esky and the beer is running out
And what you saw in Mum's coleslaw you just don't think about

And when the barby's over and your homeward way you wend
With a queasy tummy on the family dunny many lonely hours you spend
You might find yourself reflecting, like many often do
Come rain or shine that's the bloody last time that you'll have a barbecue

Happy Australia day!
C'mon Aussie C'mon... C'mon.