Monday, 16 March 2015


I totally love war movies! and I've got a nice wee collection going. Saw this one not that long ago and I really loved it

I am Soldier with Tom Hughes in it. 
Um, he kinda makes the movie so divine. Funny how the lead actors in all the flicks I like just make me melt, ha ha!

and ofcourse it's a love story too! 
How could I watch a movie that's not a love story? 
Or a story I love?

It's about selection for the SAS and they have made a really good flick, especially if your SAS fodder consisted of Lewis Collins from Who Dares Wins and Andy McNab novels

Anyway, I'm not too fussed about all the specifics, I just love seeing soldiers enjoying themselves doing a job they love!

Here's the latest Army recruitment clip - 

pretty cool eh?
I'm always impressed by how the British Forces do their recruiting. The Army, the Marines,  they sure come up with some good footage and perfect compilations - always makes my heart miss a beat!
...but then again - don't take much to get me excited!

and besides, I gotta watch something exciting when I am mustering up baby Army drive safe hares!
these wee buns are off to the Royal Marines Commandos for their shop

I totally love what I do!
It's such a privilege to make things that other people appreciate
I put my whole heart into everything I do

here I am putting my whole heart into it and loving every single minute as a soldier in the Australian Regular Army
(green eyes = soldier, grey eyes = Airforce, blue eyes = Navy :  career choice sorted!)

- happy eh?! 
yeah I was living my dream, always wanted to be a soldier!

...and a few years later I'm proud to say that I am living my dream again!

yeah! true story - British Army now!

no matter what you are doing in life, down here on planet earth, just make sure that whatever it is, it makes you happy

cause life is all about being happy

that's what I've learnt! simple! - just be happy
(took me a while, and in a round-a-bout way, but I got there in the end)

KISS - Army jargon for Keep It Simple Stupid - follow that and you can't go wrong

- sometimes it takes a stray puppy to make you happy!
brilliant pic from Allison Baskerville of Ross Mills with Sharpie, his adopted doggy

next on my dream-come-true list is a rescue pup (will call him Troy) and 2 rescue buns (will call them Ven and Starbright)
and I'm excited about my GTR, my Maserati and my '78 Trans Am!

yeah, so that's LOVE + HAPPY
 = best moments ever

got a new pair of ace shorts the other week (that made me real happy!)
they sorta fell from the sky, up where the skygods live
wore them on my 1.5mile timed run on Saturday and came in at 12 minutes 10 seconds!
when I was in Australia I did my 5km (3mile..) run in 23 minutes, so 12.10 is no too bad eh?
I reckon a few more sprints sessions and a couple longer runs and my time will come down to under 12 for sure. 
(um, those legs above areny mine, haha, mine ain't seen the sun in god knows how long)

Anyway I'm excited about that! Improving my run time. Always wanting to better myself (just one of those things - a burning desire to improve)

and by the way, I did 63 push ups in 2 minutes the other week! 
(would've been 65 but 2 were 'disallowed' haha)
rather proud of that, but then I checked what special forces do, and it's easily 100 in 2mins, so I wanna get to that for sure!

told one of the boys in the gym, to see if he wanted to match me 1 for 1, but he declined then he said he reckons I could do it in 4 weeks time
...we shall see! (game on!)

anyway, the trade winds are blowing steadily, that slipstream from my run is getting stronger and a new mama is in the making

so - just remember ~ hold onto your dreams ~ even the ones that seem impossible
cause if I've learnt anything else in life apart from being happy, it's that being happy makes miracles happen!

shall I play the shorts one more time?.....

~ ~being happy makes miracles happen~ ~ 

thank you, with all my heart, to everyone who helped me :) 
xxxxxxx love love love love love

Saturday, 7 February 2015

Son of a Gun !

well, Orange Wednesdays are coming to an end, so no more free Wednesday night flicks for me with my ma any more 
(but I've heard that another great movie deal will be coming)

so the countdown is on and I saw my 3rd last movie the other day - I had long awaited it's arrival...

why, ofcourse I did - check out the crush above!!!

Aussie made movie - Son of A Gun

with Ewan McGregor, Ex-Machina and a honey called Brenton Thwaites!

We both thoroughly enjoyed it!
It was fast paced, gritty, fun and ofcourse Australian, and since I'm a true-blue Aussie it was nice to see a bit of home again, even if it was just the gold and dirt from Kalgoorlie...

however, truth be told - the real reason I was riveted to the big screen was because of the spell binding allure of Aussie dish Brenton Thwaites!

omg!! what a handsome boy that one is!? and I must say, the director cast perfectly because he took up alot of screen time. 
Yup, Alot!
Thank Goodness! :)

this is one nice bad boy for sure!
-does a life of crime pay then?

I shall be getting this flick on dvd. Ofcourse. 

and it was a touching love story too! 
a tough boy with heart, so that's twice as nice :)

it's always great to see a decent heist movie
the last brilliant one I watched was Ben Affleck's The Town
omg! not seen it yet?! 
well, if you love your movies fast paced and awesome - you gotta see that one for sure! infact it's a double heist flick!
and Ben is all muscled up in it 

I reckon this lad Brenton will be going big places for sure
son of a gun! such drop dead gorgeous looks and perfect acting
~star material this one~
and his Aussie accent is heart melting, aaah

okay, here's another (loaded) gun....

likin' that song big time!  From a Gun

it's written and sung by my very talented gym mate Jack Rowberry

yup - he trains in the same gym as me and I've spotted for him - made him sweat real hard on the inclines ;) haha
(it's never holiday time when I spot for anyone!)

and as usual my xmas presents the other month were jsut the things I ordered from Santa 

- a huge stack of old Commando comics!  -with a gun-
one happy girl :)

been making my way thru them slowly
love the stories so much! so exciting!
omg! I'm in heaven!

and ofcourse more War stuffs - some not-new books of tanks and soldiers and all that military hardware that makes me drool and sigh and just totally bliss out
plus a book on the discovery of longitude!

last month I made my first baby Army hare with wings!

adorable or what?

yeah - adorable! :)

so here's some soldier boys with guns.....

gotta say that that is THE BEST Royal Marines Commando ad I have ever seen. As in like ever!

they got every single thing right in it
the tempo, the build up, the intensity, the pace, the 'job'
yup, totally excellent!
took me right back...

and em, was only joking about boys with guns - cause 'course you know that soldiers have rifles eh! 
and they are never referred to as guns...
as in like never

so one last time - another pic of Brenton 

this time showing off his big guns :)  lol  

such a handsome boy!


Monday, 19 January 2015

AryanStar ~ a hare for a Leveret

sometimes surprises come along and totally take your breath away

and I have never been more surprised than when an order came in late last year for a papa hare by a customer whose first name is ~ Leveret ~  !!

omg! a person called Leveret?!! yeah! really!

wow! I was totally floored!

for those of you who don't already know, a leveret is a baby hare, and I adore all things leveret and hare, why ofcourse I do!

and so after ascertaining Leveret's tastes and likes I rustled up a papa to suit

with deer, celtic symbolism, grey herringbone tweed and a lilac grey harris tweed, some sparkly xmas tinsel from my tree, and one sparkling brown eye and one glistening night-sky-blue eye

and after considering the rich information I had to work with, I sat with the beautiful hare for a while to consider his name, and since all my hares are named 'by the stars' - I waited for his name 'to come to me'

and ofcourse it did, and Leveret's hare was graced with a suitably beautiful name 


and I rustled up a neat fun story just for AryanStar

and printed it out and made it into a purdy lil book 

though, cause it was kinda special, and I was so excited about making a hare for a Leveret :) haha, I used the hardback cover of one of my old Russian books

and added some stuffs that reflected AryanStar's story

I always make sure to personalise my hare stories as much as possible
it is so much fun to write them!

infact if I am doing it correctly then they always write themselves 

I added some pics along with his story - those salt piles kinda look like stars eh, cause he was named after the Orion constellation

- every evening as I fall asleep I have the sparkling stars from the Orion constellation shining in my windows, looking over me -
and because Leveret loves the book The Never Ending Story, and the amulet in that is called Auryn, I sorta mixed the letters around to incorporate it into his hares name, Aryan, - (yeah, the u became an a), and the pronunciation is the same, -Orion-Aryan-  and added Star on - cause we all come from the stars!

so some more salt stars....

~ a hare for a Leveret ~ what could be more perfect? 

and omg! i jsut saw this on facebook tonight doing the rounds

a leveret of another sort - this one is a New Zealand rugby player - 

and honestly! I kid you not, he runs exactly like a hare!!!

(the resemblance is uncanny!)
(and he's kinda cute too!)


AryanStar was inspired by Leveret's love of The Never Ending Story and anthropology - best you go grab a coffee and make yourself comfy,  enjoy...

Papa Hare AryanStar

One very cold night a new baby came into the world. It was an early winter’s evening and the stars blanketed the whole night’s sky as he made his appearance. His mother gasped in disbelief when she first saw him but got to work immediately licking him dry with her soft tongue lest he get a chill. As soon as she was done she bundled him into her warm underbelly and gave him his very first meal. AryanStar guzzled and suckled away and soon he was fast asleep amongst her fur with only the slightest bit of his little rump showing. And em, it was a very unusual rump at that and mama just sat there and stared and stared at it the whole night long. Because it was the first time she had ever seen a leveret with a ridge of fur on his rump. And not just any ridge of fur, but a very pronounced ridge of fur, my my! And not just any very pronounced ridge of fur but a sparkly silvery very pronounced ridge of fur, goodness gracious me! Not to mention the unusual markings on his hindquarters too.
By morning mama had managed to collect herself, having spent the whole night staring and exclaiming, and was now nearly sort of over her astonishment of her baby’s fur. She was rather tired and suppressed a yawn, unlike AryanStar who had slept soundly the whole night and on first light peered up at her, smiled then squeaked ‘mama’. Mama softly patted his head and whispered AryanStar, and upon hearing his name he grinned in delight.

Last night, not a few minutes after mama had licked him dry one of the stars from the well known Orion constellation fell to earth and brought with it his name, as it is a well known hare fact that all baby hares are named by the stars and that the stars give them their names not long after they are born. The mamas just have to be a little patient at times and wait for it to arrive. Anyway, mama knew there and then that her leveret would be called Orion, from the hunter constellation, as no hares ever leave earth when it is visible in the night’s sky and so it protects the hares from hunters, from all hunters, and there are many, many hunters of hares. And she also knew that because her baby had that astonishing and very, very unusual sparkly silvery pronounced ridge of fur on his back, and those interesting squirly markings on his flanks, that that was really part of a star in him, and his name would have to reflect that, and so she named him OrionStar.
Only unbeknown to her, mama had gotten the spelling slightly wrong.
Not to worry, the stars would see to it that her leveret would get it right later on when he was able to read and write.

A few days later mama took him out for his first excursion. It was pleasant and sunny and even slightly warm, so they meandered slowly along the meadow and mama pointed out this and that and that and this. AryanStar gasped and paused and smiled and smiled and paused and gasped. There were just so many, many exciting things in the world!
Then, very strangely, they came across an unattended picnic blanket. Goodness!
Mama blinked in surprise and looked around her, surely it must be a mistake? No-one in their right mind would be having a picnic in winter. Good grief.
Anyway, she surely wasn’t going to waste any time and let an opportunity fall by the wayside, so she immediately got to work and started poking nosily about, sniffing the folded newspaper, glancing at the jackets, turning the wicker basket over to see what fell out.
AryanStar immediately darted inside the wicker basket and mama heard him let out a small gasp. He was in there for quite a while before emerging with a stash of long smoothly shaped white things in his paws. His fur was smeared in something and he smelled simply awful. Never-the-less he bundled the things into a sheet of torn newspaper and eagerly licked his paws with satisfaction. Then started on his fur, licking it over and over and over, smacking his lips closed every single time, completely enjoying himself.

Meanwhile mama went over to the jackets and gripping the corner of one with her big strong teeth she dragged the heavy lump across the blanket to see what treasures lay underneath it, or fell out of the pockets. Mama had never failed to be surprised yet.
And today was her lucky day, because lo and behold, as the jacked slithered across the blanket it revealed a very strange and unusual looking book nestled underneath it.
Mama was about to inspect it but before she got there AryanStar had spotted it and raced over first, his heart beating wildly. He squealed up at mama and hopped about madly, yes yes yes! he wanted this big thing. So mama grimaced a little as she shoved the book with a paw. It was rather indeed very heavy, but she fashioned a rough bag out of the cloth lining inside the wicker basket, and slung the book over her shoulder. They would have plenty of opportunities in the summer to carry away the chocolates and cheese and crackers, but for today this book would suffice. AryanStar grabbed his newspaper packet with the awful smell things and they made their way slowly home, mama having to stop every few paces and rest to get her breath back with that huge book, the weight of an enormous boulder on her back.
Meanwhile AryanStar ran circles excitedly around her all the way home, his sparkly rump sparkling away.

Mama was hoping that the book had an interesting story and not filled with some hocus pocus nonsense about fantasy and strange things and all that kind of stuff. That would surely send her to sleep in no time, afterall she was the one having to do the reading.

That night AryanStar got mama to read the new book to him. When they had gotten home he had cleaned up his brand new collection of chicken bones and arranged them nicely on his bedroom shelf, then he had been watching the clock all day long, eagerly waiting for bedtime and his new story.
And that evening the little hare was not disappointed because it was indeed a very, very interesting story. Though mama’s reading was a tad bit annoying as she was continually yawning, tut tut. And she made a couple of comments about the strange smell in his room, and had he remembered to lick all his paws before bedtime, and wash behind his ears, because if you don’t, you know, the fur will get smelly. And with that mama looked at him enquiringly and wrinkled her nose.

And as mama read thru the rather long winded and sometimes repeating scenarios of the book, her leveret sat there contentedly and happily soaked it all up. He was particularly excited though when he heard about the special armlet, and then he mulled the name of it, Auryn, and then one evening he suddenly announced loudly and determinedly to mama that his name would now be spelled ‘AryanStar’ as it sounded nearly exactly the same as his star name and it would have those special letters from that special magical armlet in it. Amulet, mama corrected him. Armlet, AryanStar repeated.
And with that last utterance he fell fast asleep in mamas arms, a little smile on his furry lips.

That night though he had a restless sleep and dreamt of nothing. Well, it was the nothing actually, and he woke up in a sweaty-fur-stuck-all-together state and had big bags under his eyes. In the morning mama asked if he was okay and he shook his tiny head and was about to  say no, ofcourse not, and tell her about the nightmare and the nothing thing and how it was ghastly and nasty and awful and ugh, but then he stopped himself, because mama might stop reading the book to him.

Now that AryanStar is all grown up, though he’s not a real papa yet, but maybe one day, though he has done some leveret sitting and looking after smaller and younger things than him, anyway he can happily tell you that he has read the book, The Neverending Story at least 15 times. It could be more, but he long ago lost count. And every page is well-pawed, em, thumbed. It is his most favourite book ever and even mama grew to like it, because every now again he would read bits to her and his enthusiasm was rather infectious.
He is also very proud of his bone collection. He’s got an assortment of bones from all sorts of species that he’s found, scattered thru the meadow and down by the river’s edge and it wasn’t long before his shelf was overflowing with them, so he had to find another place to display them all. But no, mama definitely did not want any skulls peering at her from the livingroom display cabinet, so AryanStar had had to keep those ones in his bedroom.

AryanStar is looking forward to relaxing on your armchair by the French windows with a view to your garden. He sees that you have a very beautiful garden and he’s sure that there will be some bones of some sort out there for him to find and drag back in. He just has to rummage around in the leaf litter and by the edges of the fence to find them, he’s found that that is where most of them are. A few times he’s come across bones at least 20 times his size, and he’s absolutely certain that they are dinosaur ones, what with them being so big. And a few times he’s come across bones that even looked like hare ones, ugh! how ghastly, brrrrr! now that was scary!! But apart from that, he is so excited to think about digging around in your garden to see what’s in there.
What was that, you like bones too but not in that sort of way. What other way is there then, I mean, a bone is a bone after all and when you have them all laid out nicely on a shelf, well they just look so em, nice. And talking about shelves, how about your get rid of some of that clutter on that one over there so he can place his collection on them. Here, he will give you a paw to do the clearing, you go and grab a rubbish bag.
And he can also place his special little friend on there too.
Ages ago, when he was still tiny, mama came across some unusual material on a picnic blanket one day. Infact I do believe it was the lining of a jacket, and she must have just nibbled the seam then ripped a big swath off. Anyway, she stitched up a very special little ornament for him, sort of like one of those special toys that look really cute and that you want to hug and play with all the time, but you’re not allowed to. Well, this was a very special one because it was just like a little minature of him and even had a raised rump with sparkly shiny stuff on it. He thinks it was tinsel that mama used, but it will do. Not as nice as his rump ofcourse, but still, it will do. So, yes, a space on the shelf for this tiny RyanStar will be just grand.
And his book can have pride of place by his pillow, because every night he still reads it. He’s excited to know that you have read that book too. And he’s excited to know that you are studying it as well. He will gladly help you with your dissertation and give you his 2p worth. I mean, he’s read it well over 15 times, how many times have you read yours? And there’s no need to mention him in your credits, just pass off his wisdom as your own. He is your forever hare companion now, so what’s his, well, his opinion, is yours too. Oh, and you are doing a paper on bones as well. Hmm, how coincidental is that? So he knows a lot about them as well and can tell you exactly which meadow and field each and every piece came from. Um, excepting that piece over there, it came from a sort of different meadow that had rectangular shaped boulders in it, but please don’t be telling anyone about that, as the next day there were screaming people all over the place when they noticed the small hole he had made and the excavated dirt everywhere. It’s rather a nice bone isn’t it now? What do you think?

Infact he just had a thought, don’t you think it would it be a nice idea if he dragged his pillow up onto your bed and every night you read to him, then when he’s fast asleep you can carry him back over to his own tiny bed and tuck him in. Or even on the very cold nights how about you just pull the downy up over him and he can snuggle up with you. I mean if cats and dogs are allowed in beds, why on earth can’t hares be? It’s not like he’s gonna wet the bed or leave little surprises in it. Oh okay, maybe only 1 or 2, but hare surprises are like raisins, so they are easy to brush over the side and onto the carpet. Unless you get one underneath you, and then, oh my god, it’s like sleeping on a pea all night! What a pain that is.

So how about it then, he’s on page 1082, what page are you on in yours?

thank you :)

Wednesday, 17 December 2014

Happy ....just because it's..? Ho Ho No!



sure you are!

and how can I not be happy when I have this torn off piece of last year's xmas card stuck on my wall, reminding me to be happy every day?

and when I can stop by my fav facebook page every day for a few laugh-out-louds with my newest happyness-inducer - Grumpy Cat!

omg! surely you have heard of Grumpy Cat eh?? 

er, you actually mean Yes don't you?

Grumpy is that breath of fresh air that just makes your day go smoother!

I always make sure to look at things every day that make me smile, like my hare and that old calendar bun above 

- and things that make me laugh! 

laugh out loud!

every year for the past god-knows-how-many years I have bought myself some xmas hare ornaments
but this year was the first time I haven't

time sorta ran away

I did get some nice cones on some ribbons, a sort of door decoration thingy that is hanging on my wall!
and I did get some shiny pretty baubles that are like metallic cones, love them! 
so I suppose they will suffice

there's no snow here yet

it's actually rather mild this week

so indeed I will be dashing thru the 'no' hahaha

let's have some Happy xmas cheer Army style...

yeah, I've already posted this clip on my blog a while ago but I love it so much!
always makes me smile
always makes me happy

and em, isn't that first guy totally totally gorgeous! 
what a smooth smooth moover he is!!!

okay back on track
too much xmas cheer??
just listen to Grumpy eh :)

well, no matter how far I try to plan things ahead
I never seem to quite make it

I suppose that is the er, rebel? in me?
the non-conformist?
the i-do-things-my-own-way ?
(could just be that I am totally dis-un-organised? but I don't wanna own up to that title!)

and a few hares that were meant to go into my shop never quite made it
-they are residing beside me as I write this post-

hmmm, maybe I need a consoling hug?

er on seconds thoughts, perhaps not!

anyway these wee chaps will make their way there some time

Grumpy loves them!
(he's just got a really dry sense of humour?)
(sometimes I take things too literal?)

so pretty eh
perhaps I could keep some of my own ornament hares for my special hare xmas decorations then??
now, that's an idea! hmmm

omg! too funny eh!?

all these pics are off Grumpy Cat's facebook page
and since Grumpy's favourite word is No, I am sure he doesn't mind appearing on my blog?
eh Grumpy?
hahaha! course not :)

okay, Grumpy is taking a rest
the happiness factor in my home is too high for him to be hanging around here too long
he might actually start being a nice kitty

got a couple little lace pattern hares too
for those who like their xmases the colour purple...

purdy eh?

and just gonna rub it in one more time

~Happy~   ......just because it's...?!


ha ha ha

okey dokey, time's up!

hope you've been good this year an have yourself a merry little.......