I begin to enjoy the nights where I sit under my quilt, with my breakfast tray and laptop on it. I wonder how long more will be able to enjoy this luxury. It kind of allows me to reflect on my day, on my thoughts and on what I've been through.

I bet there are others who went through more than me, who wants to give up sometimes.

But I think death works wonders in strange ways. For me, it woke me up, it taught me how to live. Death showed me the light of life. I used to take things for granted but death shook me up. I think its only when you experience death at an age when you understand, comprehend the aftereffects than death really has worked on you. I think its when death daunts on you, at a time where you never expected, where you thought you will fall deeper, its only then you realised how much it teaches you to just keep on breathing.

Two deaths in a row, 3 months apart. One is pops, the other is my best cousin.

It shook the family, it made us questioned God, it made us question why. But death works wonders, its harsh but it brings people together, it shows the vulnerability of people. It teaches one to stay strong. Certain days, it comes back to haunt you, it haunts you when you are alone when you are down. You start zooming back to the hospital, you start seeing your friends comforting you, you see the fire, the tears then it ends. But it never ends, death never ends, it stays it stays with you till you meet death yourself.

But now I just now I have to keep breathing.

Yes just keep breathing :)

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Hello my fellow human earthlings,

I'm officially like 6 mths old, turning 7mths in a few months time.

I have no idea why my ma ma gave me a rather gayish name - Bubbles, wished it was something more towards like Rambo or Rocky. But well never mind, everyone says I am going to become a handsome boy. Oh and the colour of my coat is changing into and awesome shade of goldy brown. Yeah people I am a pale golden retreiver :)

My ma ma tells me everyday that I am her new pee machine, but seriously ma ma I am just a puppy with a rather weak bladder. Give me a few more months and I would be like big brother Ockley! Oh talking about Ockley, he is such a push over but he has the biggest heart. Don't judge his tiny build, but yes he steps in and protects me when dodgy young girls wearing tu tus skate skoots round the park. That totally freaks me out. I mean seriously =.=

I do love my scruffy brother, though haha I tend to steal his treats and he gets awfully annoyed with me. But still he just gives it to me, great brother to have. Oh yes I am now getting told off by my aging pops cos I was sneaking in to steal bro's chews. Arghhh adults.

More from me next time !

Love,

Bubbles who has six sexy nipples

A happy face for my rather somber mood now

I know how ironic it sounds but yeah I am hearing catholic hymns.

Bert, lets sing together

You shall cross the barren desert,
but you shall not die of thirst.
You shall wander far in safety,
though you do not know the way.

You shall speak your words in foreign lands,
and all will understand,
You shall see the face of God and live.

Be not afraid,
I go before you always,
Come follow Me,
and I shall give you rest.

If you pass through raging waters
in the sea, you shall not drown.
If you walk amidst the burning flames,
you shall not be harmed.

If you stand before the pow’r of hell
and death is at your side,
know that I am with you, through it all

Be not afraid,
I go before you always,
Come follow Me,
and I shall give you rest.

Blessed are your poor,
for the Kingdom shall be theirs.
Blest are you that weep and mourn,
for one day you shall laugh.

And if wicked men insult and hate you, all because of Me,
blessed, blessed are you!

Be not afraid,
I go before you always,
Come follow Me,
and I shall give you rest.

A very significant song. Pops you are missed :(

Should I go grab a choco pie ?

Hmmmm

The best way to start a Sunday, is to have a hearty breakfast. No more healthy oats, but slap on the mayo, get the roast chicken out and have 2 eggies omelet

Locford Mushrooms in my two eggie omelette with a handful of chopped chillis to give the omph. Roast chicken from last nights dinner was made to good use by shredding and donating some to our doggy sons, topped it up with a homemade honey mustard dressing. Yes 11pm, I was offically stuffed, sleepy and I was all once more ready to snuggle back under my quilt.

To end a great sunday, bake a cake !

My lemon drizzle loaf. Ho Ho Ho.

Oh and I just ate a huge slice at 10pm, I should enroll into taf club once more

Loads of Love,

Meow and her boys

I shall start placing my camera beside my dining table to take pretty pictures of food.

Stop being lazy.

Now I am wondering if I should take a run with the dogs and the human boy. Or shall I take a slow stroll down the lake and see the sickening ducks where I just can't lay my hands on them and turn them into roast ducks cos they are the properties of the Queen .

=.=

The long awaited mello's baked rice with creamy tomato basil sauce topped with mozerella and red leicester cheese.

Now the secret to making a good baked rice is to first stir fry the uncooked rice with butter making sure that is well coated. Remember coat it well. Oh and grab a few cloves, bash them up and pop it into the pan. The smell is heavenly.

So if you are greedy like me, pop in some chorizos. Or maybe ham, bacon chicken cubes whatever you have in your fridge or what you crave for. I've decided to omit the saffron strands because I was too lazy and I am not going to waste those beauties. So once that yellow golden gleaming oil oozes out of the chorizos. Fires off. Gloves on, pan up and pour them into the great mighty rice cooker.

So now you walk to the tele, turn it on and watch the dog whisperer :)

Lastly drizzle tomato basil sauce on the cooked rice and top it off with good old mozerella and red cheddar. Bake it in the oven. Don't burn your fingers.

Yums.

Loads of love,

Meow and her boys