Goodnight Crock Hunter

Well, I did have other things to post about, but I will do that later. I woke up today to the news that Steve Irwin the crocodile huter has died. For some reason this is really getting to me. I can remember when I first learned of him. I was watching Rosie ODonnell's show and she had said how she couldsn't sleep or something and saw some crazy guy running around with crocodiles on TV (his show, when first done, was on LATE at night). She did a great aussie accent immitating all his now widely known catch phrases. Although he seemed a bit nutty, he did a great thing for Australia and a great thing for all of us, we now slightly love crocks and snakes and other creepy crawlies. I feel badly for his two children Bindi (8) and Bob (almost 3), his wife Terry, his country and animal lovers everywhere. I guess it is good that he died doing something he loves, I wish we could all be so lucky (although not so young).

I know there are many other deaths all the time that perhaps deserve more of my attention (like SOLDIERS for one), but for some reason this is really making me pause today. I really want the blogger to be upbeat and I think I have stayed true to that, but today, I felt like sharing this bit of news.

Goodnight Crock Hunter and I hope when you see G-d you exclaim "Crikey!"