Had to take a trip to the city. It was a wasted trip. Almost a waste of driving time but not entirely. I got to talk to my eldest boy as it was just me and him. Then we saw this and it totally made up for the day. Put a massive smile on my/ our dials dial.
Its a pig, sheep, boar and dog..all fake of course..well I realised on second glance..so funny though.
xx Deb
Its the weekend not sure where that week went, I think I say that alot. I have some family arriving sometime tonight from outback of yonder somewhere. They are country country.
Hope everyone has a great weekend. Mine is set to be busy but I will be dropping by.
xx Deb
If my hair isn’t down, in a pony tail, its in a bun, unless its a special occasion, then I make a good effort to look abit coiffed. These old reliable styles are so easy to pull off especially with day(s) old washed hair that hasn’t seen a brush for a day or too. I’m not kidding this blog is about honesty and well sometimes its a couple of days between both you know its true. Im lucky if I get to go to the toilet on my own let alone shower for longer than it takes to run a leave in conditioner run through my hair. So I get asked all the time how I pull it off; the bun that is and I always thought of it as just a ‘bun’ but its not its a ‘messy french bun’ who knew I was so keeping up with the fashion?
So I have hunted down a ‘tutorial’ for you. Its not done by me I found it on pinterest..of course.
Looks fantastic for that weekend look…which is just around the corner,
xx Deb
The other day I wrote one of my lovely lovelies an email. I love hearing from you and always think of you and what you are up to. So every now and then when you pop into my brain I will email you, if of course you have emailed me first..I know my boundaries sort of. But you know getting an email like that is like a random pop in for coffee, something that doesn’t happen enough anymore. Its all so planned and the unexpected email that doesnt relate to business or a sale well I know it always makes my day.
So this lovelie has a sweet boy on a boat and a brand new puppy she is a new mum of the furry kind which is always always just as yummy. She as a result is doing well and more importantly sounds happy. She told me about the girls weekend she had had away, which is what I had ‘popped in about’ it had been fantastic she said. Then she asked how are you? I know about your ratbag but how about you? Its been ages how someone asked “how are you”? Its sort of took me back and made me ponder exactly how am I? And well if I was to pass away tomorrow, I’m happy. I’m doing everything I want. I have no regrets but then I don’t believe in regrets. I’m happy, happy. I’m well. I’m alive and I’m happy. I’m blessed. I’m grateful. Its taken a little while to get here. To accept. Just go with the glow. Stop worrying. Stop second guessing myself. Stop feeling guilty. Start liking me. Hard work is paying off. Balance is occurring. I’m slowly mistake by mistake figuring out this thing called life and I’m happy even when Im not happy Im happy make sense? Do you think I said happy enough? But I’m happy.
It made my night reading those three little words. How are you. It really did. Like someone really wanted to know because you wouldnt ask unless you wanted to know right?
Thank you lovely girl with the new bichon puppy I hope she is well..
So my lovelies how are you?
Tell me because I really really want to know.
xx Deb
Just finished putting my babies to bed. They are sleeping in my bed. Guilty as charged they sleep in my bed when FIFO husband is away. I know, know most people think I’m crazy. And always ask how do I get them into their own beds when he is home. No problem. They just know. Anyway them sleeping in my bed came out of desperation I was just so tired getting up to them three four times a night. Every night. I was exhausted. So they sleep with me when FIFO husband is away. Fairly soon they wont want a bar of me and pretty soon they will be to old anyway. So I’m taking it while I can.
So tonight B2 was settling into my bed and I haven’t changed the sheets since FIFO husband left. Out of know where B2 exclaims ‘MUM’..I thought he had discovered a pool of money given the delight in his voice ‘its Dad’s smell’. He offered me the corner of the doona where he smelt it. ‘Why yes it is bubba’. The other two became just as beside themselves as he had passing them between each other. After a tussle over the doona they all manage to settle in under daddy’s smell. Asleep within minutes. It has the same effect on me.
Guess they will be besides themselves when I give them the shirt daddy left them. Sounds odd doesn’t it? Leaving a shirt for the smell..like you do for your dog when you go away..yes it really does seem odd but its just away for us to close that gap a little bit more. We have only just started leaving a ‘shirt’ when I discovered it helped a very sad B2. He is the thoughtful one B2 and he knows exactly when 28 days is up. Exactly. So sometimes we need a little something to get us over the line and its been helpful thrown under a pillow on day 30 of a 28 days swing. And its safe that smell. Reassuring. Its a pick me up and the kids get a kick out of it because we can smell him he is close. That smell, his smell well you know it will all be good..the number of times I have buried my head in his cupboard on a bad day well I cant even begin to count.
Don’t think I’m odd daddy really does smells that good.
xx Deb