The New View…

Another one, what’s this?! I just wanted to share this picture. I found it before I was about to shut down. I forgot I shot this yesterday while I sat here at my computer. Yeah, the room is a bit disheveled as that we are in transition. Turning this room from my girly guest room into the girly office room; transition how friendly a name for a mess.

I know my white balance is off and there are photographically so many things wrong, crappy composition, no framing, I cut off the end of the computer screen blah blah blah but to me, in my opinion they look right. I love the hue, the over exposed windows the etherial feel of it all and really the only thing I added was burned edges. At the time my view was really not contianing the  computer screen so there, it was cut off by my peripheral vision. I just realized I have a thing for burned edges, just ask the people at the Dugout. When I would call in the order I would ask for my grinder  to have the edges burnt; I digress as always. Ok back to my thought, I wanted to share my new view with everyone yesterday because I was really diggin it but I think I moved on to …OH I know I left, went paint swatch hunting with Him.

You can’t really see it behind the computer monitor but there is a big, overstuffed chair with a pattern that no longer goes with anything but I love it. He had it when I moved in with Him a long time ago and I think He inherited it from His mom. It is so comfy, I will not let Him get rid of it, thing is now it may not fit anywhere in our house. Reilly loves to perch right there, over the top of the monitor, on the back of the chair; he sunbathes in the window to the left.  He also barks at other dogs and people walking by; if only I could talk Him (not Reilly HIM) in to upholstering the chair in the brown and white pony print faux fur I have wanted so badly then it wouldn’t have to go, it could stay, it would fit just right, in our sitting room.  

Any way I have this great idea for this room, new color, neat furniture something creative, inspiring, romantic and girly. 

I want to thank Apple for creating the iPhone; for if not for the iPhone my girly office would not be on its way and that explanation is for another day, maybe.

Looking Down the Stairwell…

So I hear this disturbance coming from downstairs and I perch myself over the wall to get a better listen to what is going on; I think most likely He is getting mad at Reilly for trying to make out with Him. You see Reilly does this nuzzle, walk up on His chest thing, trying to lick/kiss His bald head and face and when Reilly can’t get his way he stands back heavy sits and stares kinda like Frasier’s dog Eddie; after all Reilly is a Jack Russell as most of you already know. I like to call this making out, they have make out sessions where Reilly does get his way, sort of, it usually ends up with Reilly sleeping on Him for hours. I was thinking today was not one of Reilly’s  lucky days, but what I heard was not the disdain towards a make out session but Him telling Reilly to get his tug toy. Reilly was not understanding, he had brought his knotted up rope ball, not his tug toy and was not about to go find it on command. So, the ruckus I heard was Him telling Reilly to “Go get chyer tug toy.” It was not happening.

As the ordering commenced downstairs and I had figured out what the ruckus was something kept me leaning over the wall, looking at the angled stairwell, looking  down at what I could see of the sitting room and my throw made of sari material that hung on the wall of the first set of stairs; don’t make fun of my shortcut way to make it hang that is not what this is about today. The sitting room was where they were horsing around and as I was listening to this one way conversation that man and dog were having I started thinking to myself; He is funny, my life is funny, I got lucky after I had resolved that I never would, I really like this part of my life, my days, my house, my man, my dog, my hobby, and pretty much the way other things have worked out. Wish I could bring that feeling to other parts of my life but I will not digress today.  It’s a rainy dreary Sunday here and I should be looking for something I misplaced but I find myself hanging over the wall contemplating the luck that has struck me. He is a great man, Reilly is a good dog, and today I feel good.

“Go get chyer tug toy” brought me back, out of my thoughts and now I am back to searching for that thing I lost but I truly have that one thing I never thought I would find.

There is just something about that face…

There is just something about that face.

Looking at Reilly always makes me say that to myself.

I say that about the other man but he can speak; he tells me I can’t put his face here, no not on the internet.

So I can share Reilly because he can’t speak therefore he cannot protest the posting of his face.

Inspiration has eluded me lately, among other things. BUT I read somewhere today that if you are going to blog you should still blog when you have nothing to blog about; ya follow? And after searching through what I thought was nothing I found many something’s because Reilly provides many something’s to blog about.

Soo my blogging about nothing is this …just something about that face.

Reilly Smiles…

What are smiles? The corners of our lips turned up to show we are happy; hmm the simple version.  

Sometimes smiles come in many different ways.

Today’s smile was brought to me by Reilly.

He made me laugh, with his little Reilly smile.

I laughed on the outside but as I walked away to do something in the house the feeling stayed with me; a smile in my heart. It trigged other thoughts, thoughts that brought a greater feeling, and then a bigger warmer feeling in my heart began to spread.

Some people can’t smile; they are in a place where life doesn’t bring them smiles. They try to make the smile happen yet there it is the black cloud that turns each corner down. The once warm heart stays cold. Unhappiness becomes their daily feeling.

There are times when the smile takes effort and if you forget to make the attempt to put on a happy face some people feel compelled to tell you to “smile”. Sometimes the reminder may bring one out of deep thought and back to reality but other times telling someone to smile when one does not know why they are frowning is dangerous territory.

If what I have done may bring a smile to heart or some ones face so be it, I will not tell them to smile. Sometimes it’s the little things that will take that person to the place that will make them feel like smiling.

I leave that job up to the universe to bring smiles or Reilly.

Officer Reilly with a Smile for You…

Because he always makes you smile, I am giving you a shot of Reilly today.

Some of you know of him, some of you have met him and some of you have seen him on my flickr page but he is always good for a smile no matter where you see him.

Whenever I am out with Reilly I see it, strangers smile and say “Is he a Jack Russell?” and of course he is and they laugh. They all think he is a puppy. Reilly is 7. 

Reilly came to our house on August 11, 2007 and never left. He was a rescue; he lived in his foster home for 3 years before we found him. He needed some structure. His original owners would let him wander the neighborhood. He would come home with UPS packages and autographed baseball hats from other people’s garages. I guess that is why he ended up in a foster home. Tim wanted to give him back, my heart wouldn’t let go.  We trained him, Tim trained him. He now listens. He stole Tim’s heart too.  A little sketchy around kids but we know how to take care of that, he still spins but not as often. Ya have to meet Reilly in person to see the spin, neighbors watch out windows just to see; they laugh.

Reilly was suppose to have a different name but because he was an older dog we kept the one he had; I changed the spelling to a more Irish version. You know because if Reilly talked he would have an Irish brogue. Tim thinks I am nuts but there is this personality that comes out of Reilly when you are walking him sometimes.  I call it, The Officer Reilly.

Growing up in my neighborhood when I was little they had beat cops that walked the streets. At night they checked storefront doors making sure they were locked, cleared out the shadows keeping the streets safe; we lived on the first floor so I could watch them walk by they were always alert, looking side to side, going in and out of the door ways. THAT is Reilly when we walk around the neighborhood, he ducks in and out of driveways looking at people’s houses, pert, on his toes, ears pricked in the air looking from side to side and up the streets.

Here is officer Reilly to give you a smile today.