We are born ready


I have been thinking lately about how different everyone and everything is; size; shape; personality; attitude; country; culture; and well being. As I am sat out in the not-so-hot English sun, I have realised that there is so much more to life than judgements; mishaps; abuse; racial comments; and fattists [lets just say weight judges], when there is a whole world out there we haven't explored; people in the world we haven't met. 

10 Things as a kid that scarred me for life (part 1)

1. Rugrats episode where Chuckie ate a watermelon seed. Season 2 Episode 12. Youtube that shit.

That shit craycray. The episode shows the toddler, Angelica, telling a story about a baby eating a seed and a watermelon plant starts growing out the baby's ears and mouth. WHAT. After that, the Rugrats 'go inside Chuckie' and take out the seed he swallowed. Now how do you expect a child under 5 to react? I didn't want no melon growing inside my iddy-biddy tummy. 

Things said in the episode that will scare any child:


Grandad says: "you can't eat watermelon until you're older, you don't want to swallow a seed and have a watermelon growing in your tummy." 

Film shown on the TV: "If we don't get that seed out of him, it's going to explode."

Chuckie asks Angelica: "what if it starts growing?" And she replies: "It will start growing. It will grow into a whole watermelon and it will get bigger and bigger and bigger and then KABOOM!"

Now call me crazy, but that episode was for sure going to scar any child that watches it. The creators of that episode are Monsters. Monsters the lot of you! I still won't eat a watermelon seed to this day and it is all your fault.


2. Octopus/pi dream that has made me have an extreme phobia of the animal for life

As a child I had a dream that I was in the sea with Hayley but the sea was completely thick with oil and we couldn't even see our legs in the water. For some reason an octopus grabs Hayley by the feet and drags her underwater and I frantically couldn't find her again.

When I got home I went to find my step-dad but I saw a little yellow octopus on the floor and as it walked/slithered/whatever towards me, it grew and warped into a human. The human was my step-dad and for some reason he was acting weird as if it wasn't him.

Me and my sister climbed into the attic above the kitchen (how is that even possible if the kitchen is on the ground floor?) and as my step-dad was trying to grab Hayley and kill her, I saw that his spine was yellow and stuck out from his skin in a weird tentacle kind of pattern.

He then turned on me and then he went on a hunt for me to try and kill me too.

From then on, I refuse to go into the sea at swimming level even if it is clear water and I refuse to even look at an Octopus at sea life centres. Even the mention of them makes my skin crawl and make me think back at the dream I had when I was little. The dream is still so clear and I remember it at every second at every detail. Just nope.



3. Laptop fires

Now I have never had a laptop fire, but when the firemen came to Primary and High School, they would scar you and show you little video clips of how house fires start and the damage it caused after it. Likewise, though it scars kids, it is really affective - if it scars a kid, the kid won't risk the fire. No harm, No foul.

One of the things that I just can't even when it comes to fires and electronics, is leave the laptop on whilst it is just sat there doing nothing on the couch or a bed. Before I go to sleep, or even in another room, I have to shut the laptop screen and flip it over so it is bottom-up. 

Risk of fires is not what I want to chance, though it is very very rare it will happen in like ten minutes while I get food or a drink or go for a piss or something, I have to turn the laptop upside down. Honestly, though it's a habit, it's extremely effective just in case. Safety first.


4. Scarecrows

Honestly, I haven't the slightest clue why I hate them so much - I haven't even seen one in reality. Seeing these things on TV give me the chills; maybe I had a nightmare as a child; maybe they are just damn right creepy as F; maybe when I see the scarecrows, I picture something more mysterious and creepy. Does that make sense to you? 

Scaring crows in the job, hence the name, but I think they scare humans more than birds. Why are they called 'Scarecrows' when the crows sit and graze on them? They should be named 'ScareHumans'TilTheyHaveNightmares.' 


5. Ghost and spiritual happenings

Honestly, sceptics can read past this point, unless you are feeling intrigued then read on.

Around the age of 4 or 5, I went to visit my now-passed Great Nana at her nursing home room with my Mum, Nana, twin and little brother. As my Mum and Nana were speaking to my Great Nana, me, my twin, and my little brother all looked at her old-fashioned chair that faced the wall opposite a mirror [as I remembered, I could be wrong with the layout.] 

There was an old woman wrapped in her red tartan dressing gown, wearing her black slip on slippers, and just sat still on the chair. My twin and I could only see the back of her, yet we were too scared to see what she really looked like and I am not sure why. Luckily and bravely, my little brother toddled over and stood in front of the woman - he giggled. 

Not long later, my little brother toddled back over to my Mum, as my twin and I watched the old woman stand up and look into the mirror - thing was - she never had a reflection. My Mum and Nana both asked what all three of us were looking at, and we all told her about the old woman; Mum and Nana both couldn't see her, but my Great Nana confirmed that there was an old woman that had died in that exact room. 

To this day, I remember to detail and can still picture that exact moment. Honestly, there has been more spiritual activity now than there was when I was a kid: I can see mists; feel presences; hear footsteps and unexplained bangs; feel unexplained anxiety and dizziness; see the recliner chair unfolding and folding itself either when I am sat on it or I watch it; feel like I am being watched every now and then; and the recliner chair moves left, right, or to an angle over night.

Here are more examples [not relating to this blog post and scarring for life as a child]:

When my friend came to visit and stay the night, we were in the kitchen when we had paused the film we had on the DVD player. Now, before I tell you what happened I must point out that we have paused the DVD player plenty of times and it never goes onto normal TV ever. Once we were in the kitchen getting something to eat, I heard Katie's favourite TV show on, but I remembered we weren't watching it. I asked Katie if she had turned the Sky Box on and she hadn't - she freaked out. Even more, I noticed the TV Remote was on the kitchen table, when I distinctly remember leaving it on the arm of the couch.

In the morning, I was told that later the night before when I had gone to bed and left Katie and Alexander in the front room to finish watching the film, the next thing they heard was the front door opening by itself; Alexander went to check if anyone had opened it and walked/run away but there was no one around - he ran to the end of the street to check if he could see anyone running away to try and explain it. No one.

Sceptics will try and find reasons, but I am a true believer. Yes, there may be logical reasons for what I am experiencing now, but go on, explain to me how my twin and little brother could see exactly what I could see?; explain the mist and the unexplained activity with the chair; and explain the TV Sky Box turning on onto Katie's favourite channel itself and the Remote moving from the couch to the kitchen table. Comment below with your answers. Well this was long - my bad.








Much love,



Female Guide to: Male Communication

Ever wondered what your man is thinking and why he is so distant when all you want to do is talk to him about problems whether it's yours or his? Ever wondered why there is a saying: "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus? Thankfully, I have written a Guide for you Females.

This will help avoid common arguments by bettering your understandings of how males communicate. This is the Female Guide to Male Communication.


Debunking the Twin Myths | Facts from a real Twin




Now you all hear the myths of twins that can 'read each other's minds' and 'feel each others pain' but what you don't know, is that is ABSOLUTE GARBAGE. Twins are not all conjoined; twins do not have some unknown super power all the none-twins seem to think we have; twins can not read each other's mind; twins can not feel each other's pain. Believe me, I have hit my twin enough to know - I haven't caused pain upon myself.

My First Kiss

Disclaimer: #NikaFriday was cancelled this week - there was no post to publish.



Alexander - you might want to skip this post.

As a newly-sprung teenager just going through puberty, you feel a strong attraction to the opposite sex (sorry - to the same sex if you swing that way) and you start to imagine what your first kiss is going to be like; the perfect mixture of movement and tongue that you fall into your own little bubble not hearing anything or anyone around you - it's just you and the other person; a peck so sweet and tender that you can hardly feel it; or horrendously bad where there is too much tongue and you feel like you're in a washing machine.

Red and [Not-So-]Hot Buffet, Rochdale


Long over due post.

It's not everyday you go to an all-you-can-eat buffet but when you do go you want it to be a great experience where you turn up and be greeted by the friendliest of faces; seated in comfortable chairs surrounded by happy and cheery customers enjoying their stay; served food that make your tastebuds dance and tingle - but this was not the case in this all-you-can-eat buffet restaurant. Why? Let me tell you.

Alexander and I decided that because my friend cancelled her Birthday meal plans with me and a group of her friends, that he would take me out for a meal instead. Cute, right? He had heard about this all-you-can-eat buffet in his local town centre and heard good reviews from his friends who have been there regularly in the past, so he thought we could give it a try. Honestly, I wanted to go to Cenetta, which is an Italian restaurant that had opened recently.

Sadly, the Italian restaurant wasn't open and as it was Good Friday, also, we didn't have time to book a table - typical. Alexander and I both always do this - we spontaneously decide to do something rather taking a stepback and actually planning at the start of the week like a normal couple. This way we would have guaranteed a table and a proper meal that we didn't have to chance from reviews and feedback. 

We were stuck with the Buffet (Red and Hot Buffet.) Alexander quickly searched online at the reviews and saw positive comments about the food, on the other hand, comments on the manager were not so good. Not being the hasty type, we knew we could handle a manager and went anyway. If the food was good, the manager was just a minor step back.


Summer Lace Dress
Oui Jumper - George, Asda
Red Maddie Suedette skinny barely there heels - Boohoo.com 

Around 9pm both Alexander and I jumped into a taxi to the Buffet, thankfully, the restaurant looked decent from the outside decor, but once we stepped in, it was quite a bland interior. Thus, the wallpaper and artwork were pretty admirable and I examined it throughout the night. If you can see in the picture (below) it seems to look like there are stone carvings of Samurais and horse and carriages; I was truly fascinated. I have always loved Samurais! This restaurant was decorated with a mixture of Japanese and Chinese.

There was even a plaque on the wall in Chinese but was not an English translation underneath. Alexander none-offensively said: "I bet it says all white people eat shit." Joking of course! We knew it would never say this - but where is the proof? 


How cute is the dragon Wine-holder?

One thing we always know for sure when it comes to restaurants, is the stuck-up managers. Managers are normally a pain in the arse; some snobby; some annoying; some stupid. However, the manager we had was a half Chinese half English woman who spoke fluent English and Cantonese/Mandarin (sorry if I spelt any of them wrong) and ended up being two-faced and arrogant towards her customers.

You could tell she wanted to give up, go home, and leave her employees to all the work. She even strolled over to the hot food, helped herself with her HANDS and ate out of them like a homeless person. It was disgusting - you just shouldn't. Sick to the stomach, I felt like I couldn't eat from the area she just helped herself from - who knows where her grubby hands had been and when the last time she washed her hands were. *Shivers*

Likewise, Alexander could tell the manager was putting on a 'pleasant' act when she would come over and act overly polite (asking if we want more, more, more because it's all about money, money, money to her) so of course Alexander pretended back. Honestly, the food was not even good; so tasteless. The food wasn't even cooked right, on the other hand, the pizza was not so bad. 



SuShit

I love Chinese food but this place, nope, couldn't even enjoy it! Even the Sushi was horrible - how can you get Sushi wrong?!

Half way through our meal, we saw a couple of what seemed to be common food critics who go to restaurants on a daily basis and get free meals one way or another. One of the customers 'found' metal in his dessert and constantly shouted over an employee before he finally got up and went to find the manager himself. 1) That proves the staff are poor and are not around when you need them 2) the guy was consistent instead of waiting - what was the urgency? 3) how is there metal in a bowl of ice cream? 

Finally, after the customer went to fetch the manager himself, the manager and one of her employees came over. Suspiciously, the manager was acting overly friendly yet again and acting like she had no idea what the guy was saying. She was also laughing and joking whilst he was trying to tell her where he found the metal and how long he had been waiting for.

Furthermore, there were plates piled up on his table of half-touched food, which was a horrible waste of food. They should have been charged for the amount wasted; this also made Alexander suspicious that the customers were acting like they found metal in the food. I thought they looked pretty professional at this, even the way they were bullshitting their way through the lie. There is no proof that it was or was not a lie - we could just tell. 


Alexander blurred the photo of the bar and the decor

After the predicament, I sent Alexander up to get me some Thai tasters as I had never had Thai food before. Big mistake. He came back with a plate full of dotted tasters around the plate of a little bit of everything served in the Thai section - he put it down in front of me; I wouldn't even touch it.

Whilst the plate was in front of me, I could smell a disgusting stench - something like waste - it was the food. I tried a bit of the meat to see if it was just one of the sauces from one of the testers, but it was everything; I felt like throwing up. Even Alexander tried a bit and felt the same.

I went straight for the dessert table instead. Stupidly, I forgot to take a photo of the desserts - you can't go wrong with desserts. Dessert tables full of cakes and ice cream were lightened up by LED Lights to make it seem more irresistible. Being quite full already, I just went for the finger food and a bowl of ice cream; the only criticism I could give was that you would get a bowl with only one tiny scoop of ice cream. It was literally a mouth full of ice cream. 

Thankfully, I was almost full so it really didn't faze me that the dessert was served in such little portion. Alexander, however, was disappointed - he could eat for England. 


Artwork on the ceiling.

Alexander went up for more food to try even though I refused to eat any more of that hot food. He came back with a plate full of Chinese food and ate about half of it as there was too much inedible food; there were noodles so soggy; other noodles that you almost break a tooth trying to bite; rice too hard to chew; meat too chewy and spicy; I could go on. This place was on it's arse. 

Leaving the rest, he went for dessert instead. Once we both finished our drinks, we walked over to the bar to pay the bill. £40. Fourty-effing-pounds - for what?! Two rounds of drinks and two adult buffets. WHAT. After paying, the stuck-up manager instantly asked how everything was and started to promote her restaurant before we could even answer her question. She was going on and on about karaoke bars and parties and blah blah blah - not interested. We told her we had an OK time, then we turned to each other as we walked off and agreed to never go back again. 

At least she asked how our time was rather than grunting and nudging us to leave.


My Verdict: never going to that place ever again. Worst tasting food I have ever encountered and the staff didn't do their jobs - it was too simple not to do, a monkey could do it! The food was not cooked right; both of us suffered with food poisoning and stomach aches; would not recommend that place to anyone. At least we tried it before we mocked it.

Alexander's Verdict: "smelt like a manky washing up bowl." 



To celebrate surviving that horrible experience, both Alexander and I were true Englishmen and went straight to the bars and clubs. What a better way to end the night than getting wasted? Plus, the bars and clubs were literally around the corner so instead of going home, we went there instead.

Night sorted.





Much love,


Male Guide to: Female Communication

Ever wondered what your woman is thinking and how she plans to win the argument that is brewing? Ever wondered why there is a saying: "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus? Thankfully, I have written a Guide for you Men.

This will help avoid common arguments by bettering your understandings of how females communicate. This is the Male Guide to Female Communication.

Baby Adventure #2

*Non-Advertorial*
Ovulation Predictor Kit
(OPK Kit) 


Like I promised in my last Baby Adventure post (here) I promised you I would write about OPK Kits in order to help you but also give you a bit more incite of what Alexander and I are doing to help us get pregnant. 

Before we get started I want to tell you where I got my OPK Kit from as there are Pharmacists and Super Drugs that also sell them at different prices depending on the brand, also. For us, Alexander had brought 'Clear Blue Ovulation Test Kit' from

Support is a Blogger's best friend


When I first started blogging I never really thought about what or how it would affect my life and my lifestyle choices. I also never thought about who would stand by me or to think that it would become anything other than an online journal.

In September it will be my second anniversary of my blog and no one really stood by me with it. My parents thought it was just a bit of fun, yet they used to like reading it, however, now they don't and I am not sure why. My twelve year old sister still reads my blog and has been doing since

Bedtime Tag

Alexander and our God-daughter.

Nika Friday is again cancelled this week as the result of an illness; Nika isn't feeling too good and I can totally understand where she is coming from. For the past week both Alexander and I have been burning up and feeling sick; we couldn't even visit family as we didn't want to spread it to them. Sadly, Nika is feeling the same so today I am going to blog instead.

This time, I am blogging about what goes on in the bedroom - no, not that you dirty bugger; Bedtime Tag anyone?


The Versatile Blogger Award




Now I am not one to really get nominated for anything to be honest, and when I do I am extremely thankful! I never really feel like I am worth a nomination as all I do is blog my thoughts, feelings, views, and about my daily life. Including my new chapter Baby Adventures that is every Monday, which is also a Twitter Chat on Monday evenings 6pm GMT! 

Honestly, thank you Brittany from
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