happy

We got a goggie. His name is Woody. Woody the goggie. He has a huge smile.

He’s a Rhodesian Ridgeback cross Australian kelpie, about eighteen months old and was a rescue dog. The soft squeaky carrot we gave him was his first toy. Ever. Breaks my heart. But along with the carrot, he now has a squeaky duck and a squeaky fox. He adores them. I adored him too until he peed up the side of my car. He’s good with my niece and nephew and can jump fences like a motherfucker.

 

The awesome Sarah of cracks in the pavement sent me a friendship bracelet which she had made herself. I love it. They remind me so much of summer for whatever reason.

 

It was sent in a blue airmail envelope, was accompanied by a lovely note written on the back of a quirky card that features rocky cliffs, military men standing on yellow toothbrushes and a bottle of beer.  All of my favourite things.

 

My brother’s wife is due to have a baby in the next three weeks so I’m going to be an aunty for the third time. It’s very exciting.

 

My friend, Alex, is conducting a survey about modern romance. If you can spare ten minutes, head to her blog, Caterpillar Contemplations, and follow the link. I know she would really appreciate it.

 

I’m reading One Day by David Nicholls. I’m only halfway through and it’s made me cry a few times already. I doubt I’ll bother to see the movie though because Anne Hathaway is nothing like I’m picturing Emma to look like.

 

Things are good. The weather is starting to improve. Blue skies and warm spots in the sun. It is a promise of what is still to come and it makes me happy. I paid my debt off in half the time expected which makes me ecstatic. I hate owing money. Centrelink can kiss my arse. Uni is really holding my interest this semester and that just makes life so much easier.

 

Happy.