Adding another one to the list

You know when someone just winds you up the wrong way, and you have the urge to punch them in their stupid smug little face…

Well today I met another workman who has won a place on my ‘twat tradesmen’ list. Him and my boss were discussing finishing touches to the final stage of the new kitchen we have had installed and I suggested using an acrylic splash back that I had seen from a local DIY chain. The guy just mocked me, said they were rubbish; the store was rubbish and just looked at me like I had suggested painting puppy dog tails and cotton candy clouds all over the new fittings.
As if that wasn’t enough he went on to rubbish the store and people who shop there (um, that would be me) and then to put the cherry on his ‘I’m a twat’ cake he told me he couldn’t get on with his work until I moved.

I was seething.

My boss stood there grinning.

I was less than impressed, but held my tongue and walk out.

Whether this guy sense he had been an arse or was just wanting to spend more time telling me how little I know, but he started again saying how rubbish this splash back thing was and how he knew it wouldn’t work….. so I countered with “well, having only just finished single-handedly re-tiling my bathroom, I’m looking forward to trying a new challenge” and I walked out.

He hasn’t tried talking to me since.

I wanted to find an image that would work with this post. I googled cakes and saw this....WTF!

I wanted to find an image that would work with this post. I googled cakes and saw this….WTF!

4 x 3 motion Pedometer by Ozeri #Review

So it’s Saturday morning (or at least it was when I started writing this post!) and I decided to be pro-active and so I thought I’d review the Ozeri 4 x 3 motion Digital Pocket 3D Pedometer with tri-Axis Technology  rather than watch another repeat of the Big Bang Theory – I do love that show!

Please note this is the product I was sent, but not the photo I took. I can't find the lead to connect my camera to the computer, it must have been misplaced in the move!

Please note this is the product I was sent, but not the photo I took. I can’t find the lead to connect my camera to the computer, it must have been misplaced in the move!

Not being used to using a pedometer this was a first for me, and I must admit to my initial thoughts being very scientific “isn’t it cute!”

The Ozeri 4 x 3 motion Digital Pocket 3D Pedometer comes with a lanyard and very cute (yep, that scientific word again) screwdriver. Because I wanted this to be a serious, hard hitting review (in fact a brilliant piece of journalism was my aim). I decided to forgo the usual “press all the buttons until something happens” in favour of reading the instruction leaflet. After reading the obligatory list of do’s and do nots I reached step 3: Setting Up. I had to start by entering my weight and stride and here is where I hit upon my first obsticul.

1. Weight. I do not know my weight. My Dad banished them from the house shortly after the birth of my little sister when he realised he would be living with three women. Makes packing to go abroad a really fun excercise!

2. Stride. Not a scooby! I used to interval train (well run from one lamp post to another, then walk to the next one, then run again) with  a friend, but that was for fun and generally ended up near a pub. I am not a professional runner.

So the Ozeri 4 x 3 motion Digital Pocket 3D Pedometer was put on the side until I next visited my grandparents and could weight myself on their scales…….

( a long break, which includes moving into my house – woo hoo!)

….and I visited my grandparents, weighed myself and finally got my arse in gear to finish the review. Knowing my weight (and wishing I didn’t) I once again picked up the Ozeri 4 x 3 motion Digital Pocket 3D Pedometer and turned it on. The screen showed “weight in pounds”  once again not a scooby, I had weighted myself in stones, so this time it was my friend Mr Google who helped me out. The it wanted my stride in inches, at the point I may have grrr’d at the machine, I had figured it in cms. Back to Google.

At this point I was becoming more and more unimpressed with the whole process. Originally I had decided to review the pedometer as I was hoping with the move to the new house it would encourage me to get out and about, to ensure I didn’t spent every night watching tv while shoveling sour skittles down my gullet (ok, that may be what has happened tonight, but tonight it the first night so give me a break!) However, at the point I was seriously regretting the whole process.

But I had promised a review, so I continues, all the time thinking I would be writing my first negative review.

I am pleased to announce I was wrong. Once you know those two figures the set up is remarkably easy and done in a matter of moments. The screen is clear to read and the as well as being cute, the whole thing is extremely light and slim line and so it dropped into my pocket and was forgotten about.

Overall, I was very impressed. The Ozeri 4 x 3 motion Digital Pocket 3D Pedometer does everything it claims to do on the box. It is usually available at £39.99, which I feel is a little step but that could be because I am anti any price at the moment. But with a current price of £15.95 on Amazon I think it is worth the money.

*Disclaimer. I was sent this item for free for the purpose of this review. However, all thoughts, opinions and steps walked are my own! Please note all prices and offer prices are correct at this the time of writing (28.7.14 21:14GMT) however I cannot guarantee this information will remain correct if you are coming to this at a later time!

I am going to die alone, and I can prove it!

Todays post is inspired by the lovely Dawn – thanks hun! She told me not to worry, that I was still wrong and have time. I don’t often do this but for once I have unarguable proof that she is wrong!

When I was little I was going to have twin girls and be married by the time I was 16. I must have been about 4 or 5 playing with my barbies, but back then 16 seemed very grown up, 16 made you a proper adult and so obviously I would be married and have children by that age! Ha ha ha.

I reached 16 and suddenly realised how young that still was and you will be pleased to know I did not spend my 16 birthday hunting down a man with which to reproduce as I decided I would be at least 30 before I had kids as that was years away and I would clearly have a clue (and a man) by then! Now, as I am rapidly approaching 30 I have realised that you possibly never get your ‘shit’ together and just get better at acting – it’s true wisdom comes with age!

However a few years ago I decided to plan out my life, in the style of Rachel from friends… not the clip I wanted but enjoy anyway!


So after this, she starts to plan out her life. So I planned out mine….

Ideally I wanted to have had my second child by the time I was 30…… this meant getting pregnant when I was 29.

I wanted about a 2 year age gap between  my two daughters so I wanted to have had my first one by the time I was 27….meaning getting pregnant at 26.

Ideally I wanted to have been married for at least 2 years before having children, meaning I would have had to have married my husband, the father or my children by the time I was 24.

I would have liked a shortish engagement, but realistically I was thinking two years from proposal to aisle. This meant I should have been proposed to when I was 22.

Ideally I would have liked to have dated for a few years before we got married, so we should have started dating ‘the one’ somewhere around my 20th birthday (latest). However, I didn’t want to rush into a relationship straight away and would have liked to have been friends for a couple of years before hand so lets stick another two years and so I should have met the man of my dreams when I was 18!!

*spoiler alert* this hasn’t happened!

So if I work from my age now forwards, I am looking at having kids in my late 40s. That was if I was with the guy today, right this moment. Instead I am still hating the entire male species and looking longingly at pictures of cats.

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Random thoughts

You know that feeling when you are just stuck starring at an empty computer screen? You have so many thoughts running around your head, topics that you want to write about, product reviews to publish that you signed up for before you moved into your house and now realise it was wrong to agree to review when you didn’t have the time?

There are things I want to tell you about, like Mity walking with me this morning. He was so cute trotting along next to me, and he was walking so well we had time to extend the walk and I still got back to the house relaxed and early for work. I made the mistake of telling him how relaxed I was and how pleased I could have an extra long relaxing shower. So he threw up on the kitchen floor. Well I went from relaxed and chilled to late and frantic in the space of a few minutes.

The I want to share with you about my lightening bolt moment the other day when walking BD (my brain really seems to kick up a gear when walking my boys) and I realised that he would do anything I asked of him, follow me anywhere, take any risk. It both amazed and humbled me. Then it got me thinking about animal cruelty and I thought about the stories I have seen that I want to share, petitions to sign, differences to try and make.

But none of that is coming together today.

I wanted to ask for your help. I was going to challenge you with the life altering question of “what should I do with my life?” and hope you would be able to point me in any direction, because I sure as hell don’t know. I thought I had a career plan all sorted, then I was bullied. I took a new role, changed my life, let’s just say it’s not challenging me any more – I struggle to get out of bed, struggle to find motivation. With great delight I announced to my folks I fancied giving teaching a shot, which is a career I have dabbled with every time I am not happy. Originally I had a place on a teaching course at Uni but didn’t like the Uni that accepted me so went into Forensic Science. Then when I left that role I discussed accompanying a teacher friend into school to see what teaching was really like, but I got this new job and so I never did.

Part of my problem is I want to matter. I want the time I spend on this planet to matter. I want to make a difference………….. but I don’t know how.

I have never been one of those people who had a career picked out. I had a few dreams, but my parents pointed out that maybe I didn’t have the motivation I needed to go after those goals. They are right (hence the half written review) I like to work hard, but I don’t want to miss out on today while planning for tomorrow. The only thing I have ever wanted is a family and a husband (and lots of pets, but that went without saying right?!) I want to be able to give up work and raise my kids if I am ever lucky enough to have them. But as I grow up I realise this means I need to have a good nest egg, or a well established career which I can return to after a few years away. I think part of this panic about affording the future came from dating the ex. He had 9 years before he could retire, he was going to retire and see the world. This meant I had 9 years to get my shit together and afford to go with him.

Now he’s gone. But the worry I still have. In fact my career, or lack of, has become more important since he has gone. Before it didn’t matter because I came home to him and BD. I clock watched my way through most of the day but my evenings and weekends were beyond wonderful and so it didn’t matter as much. My life was full.

Now my life is a little empty.  I don’t have a successful relationship to boast about. I don’t have a job that I can wax lyrical about.

I feel stalled while all my friends are getting their ‘shit’ together.

Everyone seems to be doing it better, more competently, faster, with Jazz hands. I’m stuck on the back row forgetting the lines.

I know I’m just in a funk. I know that I am doing better than I think. I own my own house and that’s pretty spectacular. But in so many other ways I feel so very far behind.

Am I too poor to have principles?

Following on from yesterdays post I had the “Am I too poor to have principles” thought whilst browsing the shelves of Aldi and Tesco the other evening. I was in desperate need of some tea time inspiration, as although I intend to become Miss Organised, planning out the weeks meals and only buying items that I need and will use, at the moment it hasn’t happened.

Although I did do well when i bought reduced Kindey for 88p and it has so far lasted me 4 meals; two lunches, two teas (N.B: If i shouldn’t be eating cooked Kidney which has been sat in the fridge for a week please don’t tell me -I am very much working on what doesn’t kill me or give me food poisoning will make me stronger and save me money!!) However I toyed with the idea of buying the Kidneys for a long while before finally putting them into my basket and before finally buying them I walked the shelves of both Tesco and Aldi for over an hour putting in and taking things out of my basket.

The fact that I am living on kidneys for the week should highlight you to the fact I am not a vegetarian. I respect people that are, although I do sometimes get on my little soap box about why some veggies I won’t cook meat for a meat eater when they come for dinner yet I have to cook a separate veggie dish, but that’s for another post. However, I do love animals and I firmly think that ANY animal that gives its life should be treated with the utmost respect and compassion, and the end should be as quick, low stress and painless as physically possible! I do not agree with driving cattle across the country to kill, I do not agree with sow crates or battery hens or anything that causes pain and suffering. All animals are more knowledgeable, caring, compassionate, understanding and generally kick ass than we give them credit for. Have you ever looked into the eyes of a cow, sheep, chicken, pig? Try doing that an then tell me these are just dumb animals – they have souls.

Therefore I aim to only every buy cruelty free, free range products. I will never knowingly give any money to a company for a product that is in any way tied to cruelty.

But going around the stores they make it as difficult as possible for you to find out where the meat has come from and what kind of life it had pre-fridge (or maybe it is just me?) So many products didn’t say anything about whether or not the meat was free range and I don’t know what happened to the brilliant free-range budget products that Tesco used to produced as I couldn’t find them for love nor money! Not being sure of the origins I put them back and wrote off meat for the week.

I headed to the tin isle and decided to look at the tuna. Same problem. Most of those tins didn’t advise ‘line-caught’ and those that did were significantly more expensive that the other tins.

When I get more settled, and stop DIYing on the weekends I will start taking advantage of my local green grocer and even source out a good butcher. I have used the green grocer before and not only are the staff friendly, but their produce seems to last longer than the store bought crap, meaning I throw less away. I think all the produce is local which pleases me and it has a proper caring about it’s customer feel. I have on occasion had to resort to buying their last less then perfect carrot or a tiny onion and because the quality is not as high as they would like I have been given the item free of charge – I didn’t ask they just said “we can’t charge you for that and put it into the bag!”. I don’t know about you, but knowing they care means a lot to me as a consumer and gives me confidence that they care about where they produce comes from.

Likewise I feel using a butcher who can trace the history of the piece of meat in front of me means that the quality of lives those animals have had before giving their lives will be of a higher quality, even if all the meat doesn’t carry the ‘free-range’ logo.

I am very aware that I could probably get my meat, fruit and veg cheaper if I bought it all from a big supermarket chain. But I can’t bring myself to do that. There will be occasions when I purchase supermarket meat – in a ready meal for example or when I’m broke and Kidneys are 88p. But I am a firm believer in quality over quantity and I would rather eat a little high welfare something than a whole load cheap crap.

However, branching out alone. Lo0king at the costs of my mortgage, bills, petrol, groceries, tv licences, council tax, water rates…..the list goes on. I am worried about being able to afford my principles.

Budgeting – argh!

I know it is very un-English to discuss money, but my blog, my rules, so here goes.

When I took my new job, after the bullying, I took an enormous pay cut and I’m still not financially as well off as I would like. I suppose I am not alone in thinking I should be paid more money for the job I do. But I may surprise you to admit that I actually don’t think my wage is that bad, more I think other people are earning stupid amounts of money for the roles they have and I worry that the cost of living is just to high.

Before it was never much of a problem I have always lived within my means and latterly I have had the support of the ex. He was brilliant in helping me manage my money. I contributed to the household bills and such like, paid rent, bought food; but he only ever asked for a contribution which he knew I could afford. I didn’t sponge off him but in the back of my mind I knew that between us we could cover all our monthly out goings and both put a little into our savings. I knew that if money ever became tight I could ask him to ‘cover me’ and I would pay him back later.

However he has gone and with it I feel I have lost some of that support network. I am not completely alone, I have my parents and I know they would never see me loose the house or go hungry. Hell I’m certain they would give up their house before they let me loose mine. But I don’t want to take money off my parents (plus I am currently indebted to them for more than I would like as they helped with renovation costs!) Suddenly it is up to me to live within a budget, go without things I can’t afford.

I’ll be honest this scares me. I like to think I’m not flash or spoilt – I’d rather spend the day walking with the dogs then spending money shopping. But as I consider stepping out into the dating pool once again I am going to need money. I would like to think on a first date the guy would offer to pay, but I want to be able to cover my share of the tip if needed, and if the date goes well I would like to think I would be able to offer to buy him a drink as a thank you for paying, and as a way to extend the night. The same goes with seeing friends. I know staying in with a bottle of wine doesn’t cost much, but when we are all saving you’ve got the cost of petrol, a bottle of wine, maybe some chocolate…..It all adds up!

Last night I want shopping. I went into Lidl and then Tesco. I stood for ages adding things up, looking for the best deals, taking things off the shelves then putting them back, and yet I spent nearly £70. I knew part of this shop was to stock the cupboards and so my basket contained some staples which I will not have to buy again for a while, like salt, pepper, mixed herbs, oil etc but still that is an awful lot of my food budget blown already. Add to that I then had to fill my car with petrol, another £50 and I am panicked. That’s over £100 in less than 2 hours.

I have bills coming in soon. I have to eat for the rest of the month. I still need to buy key items for the house – fridge freeze, sink, dishwasher (that one’s right at the bottom of the list, more of a nice to have!) I am worried that I’m not going to be able to afford to do this.

I’ve toyed with taking a second job. But by the time taxes are taken, and I am shattered is there any point? Plus when would a second job give me time to see friends, family and BD and Mity?

I was hoping I would be getting a nice pay rise and that I this would mean things would be tight but manageable. That didn’t happen. I’m scared.

Things that go bump in the night

I am not very good in the dark. It is one of the more practical things I miss about the ex. Having him there meant that I wasn’t alone in an evening, and due to his side of the bed being closest to the door, I was aware if anyone broke in in the middle of the night they would have to get through/over/round him (regardless of whether or not he was actually awake) before they could get to me. I even had a plan. As they came in the bedroom door I would make my exit out of the window. I would shimmy down the drain pipe before finding BD and taking him somewhere self before either waking neighbours or calling the police.

Ok, to be honest it probably wouldn’t be in any way that refined. The venetian blinds in the bedroom hated me and I could never get the bloody things open. So while the ex did his night in shining armour bit and fought for my dignity I would have been tugging on the blinds like a crazy woman, calling them every name under the sun and then have to wait for a break in the fight so that he could open the blinds for me.

Once I had overcome that hurdle, the next would have been my fear of heights. I don’t know if even the motivation of a burglar bursting into the bedroom would have got me out on the windowsill. But that didn’t matter, I had a plan!

Now there is just me. No warning bark from BD. No ex to get defend my honour. Just me.

Add to that my over-reactive imagination and it’s a wonder I’m not a gibbering wreck every evening when the sun starts to go down. I lie, I so am. Last night I walked past my kitchen windows trying very hard not to look out into the garden (I still don’t have any blinds!) then worrying that because I hadn’t looked I hadn’t seen the person hiding in the garden so forced myself to look anyway!

My stomach lurches every time I hear a noise.

Then last night as I lay in bed I heard the unmistakable sound of a door slowly opening, followed by the sound of someone climbing up the stairs.

I lay there afraid to move. I lay there afraid to breath.

The rational side of me told myself  “the walls are thin, it’s just the neighbours. And if it isn’t the neighbours all I have to do is scream”.

However,I still couldn’t help but look around my room to decide what would be my weapon when the time came to defend myself…….

I had a TV remote……

I had a hair brush……

I had a cuddly toy……

I’m screwed!


It’s the rule not the exception.

I had a lovely weekend. My little house was filled with family and despite everything we had great fun, we camped out on anything we could find (i haven’t built any beds yet) and Sundays afternoon group activity was shed building (under the watchful eyes of my neighbour, who stood outside and advised us the entire time!).

I loved it.

I loved playing the ‘host’, I loved looking after everyone and to begin with I even loved standing and waving as the drive off. I went back into my little house, and flaked out on the settee. I relished being on my own. I could watch crappy tv, not put my mug away and have a really unhealthy tea. For the first few hours I was happy and contented just being on my own.

Then I started to think. For various reasons I have no plans for this week, just lots of nights by myself in front of the tv. At first I thought a week off would do me good. I could relax, chill out, veg and just spend sometime by myself. But then I realised this time it’s different. This time it’s for the foreseeable future.

When I was living with the ex I didn’t mind when he was away with work. Despite missing him while I was away, I loved that I could eat food he didn’t like, watch crappy tv which he didn’t enjoy, sneak the dog into the bedroom to snooze with me on the bed, I vegged out, relaxed and just valued having some me time (with the dog obviously!). But this time there is no end to the tunnel. When I’m feeling lonely I can’ t think ‘oh well it’s only 4 more days’ because it isn’t. Yes, I will go and stay with family and friends, and they will come and stay with me. But I am going to be by myself a whole lot.

I’m worried about this. I’m worried that the lazy me will raise her head. You know the one that doesn’t clean the bathroom twice in one day or pull out the settee to hoover behind it (yep I didn’t both of those things!)  Part of my is worried that if I get used to lazing in my Pjs and slobbing I won’t get out of the habit. I am worried about how I am going to spend my time once the DIY is finished.

At the moment I am trying not to dwell on it. I forced myself to turn out the tv and go for a walk by myself – not great fun alone, but it was half an hour killed. Tonight I have counselling and tomorrow I need to hit the shops, Wednesday I have BD and Thursday I have a singing lesson and so that’s another week written off.

But I don’t want to live to write off the week, scrolling through the days, clock watching. I did that once before when I was being bullied and I swore to myself never again. When I was with the ex I enjoyed every day. I was truly living in the moment and every day was filled with new possibilities.

I’m not quite sure what living by myself is going to look like, but at the moment I have very mixed feelings about it.

My first award and yes I am so excited I am doing backflips (In my head)

I got a Liebster award. Look at it. Sat there all shiny and new. My very first award.

It's mine, all mine!!

It’s mine, all mine!!


It was given to me by the amazing Deb at Peace-a-bull Assembly who I love almost as much as her two dogs Ray and Julius. if you love dogs you have to go and read this blog, if you don’t love dogs well a.) you’re a crazy person and b.) get yourself across there because I guarantee you will after you ‘meet’ Debs two!

Now, there are rules to this award.

Nominee posts an image of the award on their blog. (done)

– Nominee links back to the nominator’s blog and of course thanks them. (done)

– Nominee answers 11 questions nominator ask of them. (below)

– Nominee then nominates 11 new bloggers they deem worthy with less than 300 followers & make sure to tell them. (slightly more tricky, I may bend this rule a little as I am just going to nominate people who I think are amazing!)

– Nominee poses 11 questions for their nominees to answer. (ha ha this will be fun!)

So without further ado, my questions asked by Deb:

  1. Does your pet have a “go-to” trick? Yes. Mity will lift a paw or two if he wants something. In fact if he lifts one paw and it doesn’t have an effect he will lift the other one and continue to alternate paws until you give him something or he falls over. BD not so much.
  2. If you could change one unchangeable thing about your pet, what would it be and why? I would take away BDs nervousness and fear. I would give him the confidence to run and play with other dogs and take the risks that I can see he wants too take but is too frightened to.
  3. If you could change one unchangeable thing about yourself, what would it be and why? Where do I start. I think I would take away my self-doubt, worry and fear of being alone. (pretend there all one thing, ok?!)
  4. Cake or pie? Depends on my mood, but 90% of the time it would be cake!
  5. If you could pick a super power-you can read your pets’ mind, your pet can read your mind, or you can leap tall buildings in a single bound-which would it be? I would want my pets to be able to read my mind. I could tell BD I have his back so take those risks.  I would tell Mity the reason he is on a restricted diet is very much for his own good.
  6. If you could meet one animal celebrity, who would it be and why? I have met a famous animal celeb. I met Mugly and he really won me over, he was such a sweet heart. I don’t really do the whole celeb thing, human or animal, so I would be happy to meet any animal, regardless of their celeb status!!
  7. What one human celebrity would you like to meet and why? Ditto. There is no-one I really want to meet – I think I’m worried they would disappoint me! I’m generally not that bothered, although when I go concerts I have been known to become some crazy obsessed woman.  Because clearly they are going to spot me in the crowd, fall madly in love and whisk me off to some romantic location where we would have a large house, sun and a pool and plenty of pets (all rescues of course!!)
  8. How did you decide upon the name of your blog? I wanted something that was a bit unusual and represented hopes and dreams for the future, you see this blog was supposed to be about me meeting Mr Right, living happily ever after, having kids. So I used the thesaurus to come up with alternative words and it suggested “Castles on Clouds” which I liked as it is a song from my favourite musical so it felt very me. I set up the blog under this name and then promptly locked myself out. I couldn’t get back in so I needed a new blog and for some reason I picked the number 25. So Castles on Clouds became 25 Castles on Clouds which I am sure you will all tell me is far superior ;0)
  9. What is your proudest pet ownership moment? Watching BD play with a group of collies. He had a brilliant time, he even put up with a young dog who was trying to wind him up. I was so proud of him, and happy for him, I cried.
  10. What is the best compliment you’ve ever received? This can be attributed to the ex. He met some of my friends and they asked us how we had met. He said we had met through work, and that he walked into my office saw me there and thought ‘wow’. Apparently he went back to his office and told them all he had just met the most stunning girl, and he said “we had a conversation, but I can’t remember for the life of me anything she said I was just so entranced*!” I was amazed that not only had he felt like that about me, but that he would admit these feelings to people he didn’t know.
  11. What movie have you seen so many times that you basically have it memorized? There are a few of them. Growing up my sister and I used to act out our favourite films, I can do you most disney movies, seven brides for seven brothers…. However I can (more impressively in my mind!) sing along to the 10th (i think it was the 10th) anniversary Les Mes soundtrack so well I know when the actors and actresses will breath, how they phrase the words and I know the exact moment in the Castle on Clouds song that the balloon pops startling the girl singing! (you know that is impressive and not sad right?!)

*not official words but hand on heart that was the gist.


Now for my 11 nominees. This rule I am going to bend slightly. Basically this is motley crew of people who have helped me get through this last few months, inspire me daily, challenge me to do better and are in part the reason I come back to blog (now you know who to blame!) I am sure most of the below will already have it, but anyway. My nominations are:

1. Clowie – Clowie’s Corner

2. Mollie and Alfie – Mollies Dog Treats

3. Amy – Long Drive Journey.

4. Jodi – Heart Like a Dog

5. Savannah and the kid Sage – Savannah’s Paw tracks 

6. Jane – Northern Mum

7. Donna – Donna and the Dogs

8. Kristine & Shiva- Rescued Insanity

9.  Dawn – American Dog Blog

10.  Wiley – Wiley’s Wisdom

11. Leo – Walk to Rio 2016

And finally for my questions:

1. What’s the one bit of advice you would give to a younger you?

2. What’s your proudest achievement? (other than receiving this award from me – obviously!)

3. What are you doing right now?

4. What is the one thing you wouldn’t change about you?

5. Do you cut the fat off bacon before you eat it?

6. Which came first the chicken or the egg? (reasons are needed)

7. How do you (your folks) take your (their) coffee?

8.  What’s your go to ‘feel better’ trick?

9. What is the meaning of life?

10. What would be your ideal gift to receive or give?

11. What would you like to share that I haven’t covered in my above questions?