An Ordinary Life

I have this friend, (whom I love very much) every time we go out for coffee she asks me the same thing.
So, what have you been up to? been anywhere? done anything? I used to say no, not much really, then she would rattle off the hundred facinating things that she has done, places she has been, friends that they have had over or been to LAST WEEK! and then tell me I really ought to get out! I used to feel that my life was a bit sad and inconsequential. But then one time, I told her how happy I was that I had my husband home after a week away, or my son was visiting from UNI or the weather was going to be great and we could take our dog for a walk whilst holding hands just happy to be together, or best of all, nothing at all was happening this weekend and we could stay in bed for an extra hour or two drinking tea, talking and having a cuddle because we had missed each other during the week! Give me a cuddle, a beautiful sunset or a glass of something nice and I am happy!
not a brilliant photo, my camera was on the wrong setting!

What makes you happy?

The Simple Things

I saw this challenge over at Amy’s place and thought I would join in. Thank you Amy. Then Amy sent me here. Thank you Rebecca.

I loved doing my October Photos and I miss it even though it was tough to post every day, this should be easier, just once a week!
This is my photo for this week.
Simple Things

Simple slippers
Warm and dotty
Make me happy
Like my friend who gave them to me x

Yes, I used them on a True Stories post but as I have them on today, and I am wearing the same skirt! I think that’s reason enough to use the photo again:)

True Stories

Prompt 6

Prompt 6 focuses on the word IF

Some of the ladies on the forum have had some fun with this one.
I wrote a number of ‘serious’ pages in my journal but I think they will stay there!

My lovely friend Marcella gave me these cosy slippers for Christmas last year, I love them and I love her. My IF is very light hearted!

If I hadn’t gone to work for DCT
I wouldn’t have met Marcella
If I hadn’t met Marcella
I wouldn’t have got ‘into crafts’
If I hadn’t got ‘into crafts’
I wouldn’t have looked on the craft sites
If I hadn’t looked on the craft sites
I wouldn’t have learnt what blogging is
If I hadn’t learnt what blogging is
I wouldn’t have been reading blogs ‘for ages’
If I hadn’t been reading your blogs
I wouldn’t have started my blog
If I hadn’t started my blog
I wouldn’t know you! xx

October Photos 31/31

Princess Pepsi

I started this project with a photo of Pepsi so it is going to end with one. I like this soft focus picture of her and I don’t have many pictures of her standing up! In this particular one she has been enjoying her hobby which is …looking out of the gate… She will have you up and down twenty times throughout the day to let her out. We always imagine she is being good and wanting a wee, but no, the gate calls.

Look away now if reading about other folks four legged babies bores you to death. I promise I won’t be offended, I rarely talk about her to others and this will be the first and last post about her (thats the plan anyway).

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Interesting facts about Greyhounds in general and Pepsi in particular.
Anything crossed with a greyhound is called a Lurcher.
They make wonderful pets, gentle, loving and quiet with fur as soft as silk. Pepsi never barks, (except when she is dreaming)
Greyhounds only need short walks.
Greyhounds run extremely fast for short distances and then lie down for a long time!
They run around in circles on your lawn or on your furniture, so no grass around the edges and little leather left on my settee.
They are terrible food thieves. They are very tall standing on their back legs and can easily reach the back of the worktop. You soon learn.
Pepsi is 6 years old in December, we have had her for 4 years now, we rescued her from a life less pampered. She, like many other rescued greyhounds fell on her four feet when she came to live with us.
Greyhounds seem to have many more than four legs when it comes to moving around and trying to get comfortable, for that is the eternal quest of Pepsi. She is a bag of bones and those bones need to be in constant contact with softness.
Pepsi sleeps for twenty three hours a day.
Pepsi has more coats than me.
Some things that follow are going to shock you. Hopefully you will be sitting down so won’t fall down, or probably aren’t even reading this by now.
Pepsi sleeps on our once beautiful three seater leather settee. When she stretches there is room only for her. She will share her space with me providing I let her put her head on my knee, or tummy or chest where she gazes loving at me, and everyone in the house shouts “that is wrong!”

Sometimes if she is a little chilly she will get my husband out of his chair, he falls for it every time. As soon as he has gone to the back door to let her out, she jumps in his warm and cosy seat.
She sleeps on our bed! I know, I know, I know, but it is far too late now. No details will follow.
In the morning, when I can get her up, she would like to sleep till ten or eleven (I have no idea how she holds it, I certainly can’t!) after a spell in the garden, running as fast as a greyhound, and a look out of the gate she runs up the stairs four at a time to her day bed in my craft space, her very own space.
She realises I am not there, (I am in the kitchen,) I can hear her running from room to room looking for me. Pepsi has very little going on in her beautiful head, “lights are on, nobody home’ fits her well for most of the time. She flies into the kitchen to sleep on her kitchen bed, she watches me very carefully incase I drop anything edible on the floor.

Pepsi follows me around. She is attached to me by an invisible thread. It makes everyone who comes to the house laugh. ‘They move as one” is a phrase frequently heard.
Anyway, Pepsi is my love, my friend, and my princess. So often it’s just me and her.
People say I spoil her, but I have always believed that you can’t spoil someone you love.
That includes my princess.
Thank you all for following my October photos and for your wonderful comments. I can now concentrate on Shimelle’s new class, True Stories .