Disney Tag

I recently saw this post on someone else’s blog, I think her name is Lauren Farley if I remember correctly, and because I adore Disney and grew up watching the classics, I thought it’d be a nice little quiz thing to do for a distraction of not feeling too great. So here it is! 
Favourite Film? Beauty And The Beast has always been my favourite, when I was little I’d get really emotional near the end when Beast ‘dies’, I’d softly say “beast” and be all teary eyed then be cheering when he transformed into Prince Adam(it still makes me cry now).Though I was also obsessed with Basil The Great Mouse Detective at one point too.

Favourite Princess? I don’t have a favourite Princess, but my favourite Females are Belle(loads call her a princess but she wasn’t), Esmeralda, and Pocahontas. 

Favourite Prince? Prince Adam (beauty and the beast) and Prince Eric from little mermaid.

Favourite Sidekick? I can’t choose! I love Timone And Pumba, Abu, Zazu, Flounder, Iago…I love most of them haha! 

Favourite Song? God Help The Outcasts from Hunchback Of Notre Dame, Colours Of The Wind from Pocahontas, Make A Man Out Of You from Mulan, Something There That Wasn’t There Before from Beauty And The Beast (think that’s what it’s called). All Disney songs are great though.

Who would be your pet? Abu from Aladdin because I love monkeys and he’s so loyal to Aladdin.

Have you ever been to Disney world/land? No I haven’t, I wish there was one in the UK though I’ve got no desire to travel to Paris or America. 

Favourite Villain? Ursula from little mermaid, Scar from Lion King, and Hedes from Hercules. 

Favourite couple? Belle and Beast, though friendship wise it’s gotta be Timone And Pumba.

Who would be your alter ego? I think either Belle or Esmeralda because they’re both caring and don’t judge someone for how they look which is the same as me. 

🔹immeamy, you’re you, and that’s the best way to be🔹

Driving Lesson 11

This is gonna be a short post, as I’m not feeling great regarding my IBS at the moment but I like to keep up with my driving lesson posts so that I can look back on them. 


Today’s lesson was a 3 hour lesson, concentrating on crossings and bay parking. 

Crossings I’m fine with I know what to do at each one etc and that there’s 5 types of crossings (zebra, pelican, puffin, toucan, Pegasus)

Bay parking was reversing into a parking space, think we done this 6 times and I was in the space every time there was only once when my tyre was on the line. So I done pretty well with that. 

Like last week, I’ve just got to work on my speed as I’m still driving slower than the limit, and I keep forgetting to check my left mirror for some reason. Other than that I’m progressing well according to my instructor. 

Sorry this is a short post, as I mentioned I’m not feeling too great so not overly ‘chatty’. 

🔹immeamy, you’re you, and that’s the best way to be🔹

Sophie Lancaster

In 2007, a 20 year old girl called Sophie was brutally murdered, simply for the way she looked. 

As you can see from the photos, Sophie had dreadlocks, piercings, and was labelled in society as a Goth or Mosher. Her boyfriend Rob Maltby aged 21 was also badly beaten, but somehow he survived even though he sustained a bleed on his brain. 

Police reports have said that when they first saw the couple after the attack, it was difficult to differentiate who was male and who was female because their faces and heads were so badly swollen from being stamped on-they even had shoe prints indented into their heads they were stamped on so hard. 

What happened 
Sophie and Rob were in a local shop when a lad approached them curious about the way they dressed, asking questions about their piercings etc, this lad decided that Sophie and Rob were actually pretty cool and seemed like nice people so invited them to join him and his friends in the local park- to which they both agreed on. 

Everything started off fine, they even had photos taken with some of the group who had requested photos…but not everyone was happy about their presence. 

Suddenly, for no reason at all, and totally unprovoked, Rob was punched in the face. He was then beaten to the ground, being kicked and stamped on. Sophie managed to get to Rob to try and help him and was cradling his head, but she was then brutally kicked and stamped on too. They were both left unconscious and bleeding on the ground. No one helped them; they all ran. Apart from the lad they had met in the shop that invited them to the park, he called an ambulance for them, used his coat and tshirt to put under their heads, but didn’t stay to talk to the ambulance crew. 

The attackers were eventually caught, as the lad they first met had finally got the bravery to tell the police the truth of what happened. They were given life sentences, but that means they could only serve a minimum of 16years….meaning that in a matter of just 6 years from now they could be released from prison…in 6 years they could be free to roam the streets and live their life, unlike Sophie. A few of the other lads involved have already since been released from prison. 


Since Sophie’s death, her mum and loved ones set up the S.O.P.H.I.E Lancaster Foundation which stands for Stamp Out Prejudice, Hatred and Intolerance Everywhere. A foundation that works hard on educating about Hate Crime, to try and stop another tragic death like Sophie’s. 

There has been a few TV programs about the attack, there’s Black Roses (which you can find on YouTube in 4 parts if you just search Sophie Lancaster black roses), a recent channel 5 documentary When Kids Kill, and most recently a BBC3 documentary film Murdered For Being Different. They’re all hard hitting, and upsetting. The bbc3 film made me feel physically sick at the thought of what happened to them on that night 10 years ago. It’s truly heartbreaking, but something that needs to be seen to educate people and open their eyes to realise that this hate crime this form of bullying is not by any means acceptable on any level.


 This story has always been close to my heart, as someone who has not only grown up with a multitude of ‘alternative’ individuals, but as someone who themself was bullied for ‘being different’. 

When I was in senior school, I was labelled as the emo/goth/punk/grunge/freak whatever they decided to call me on the day, all because I listened to a variety of music that they didn’t like or had even heard of (though they didn’t take the time to realise music taste was and still is varied, until one day I shocked a few of the bullies by knowing Eminem lyrics), I had long dark hair with an ’emo fringe’, and would wear thick black eyeliner on non uniform days.
Luckily for me, I didn’t suffer even half as much as Sophie and Rob did, the worst that happened to me was a ‘popular’ lad held a pair of scissors to my wrist and said “shall I save you the trouble emo”. He didn’t leave a mark on me, they were blunt school scissors for a start, but he did dig them in a bit before laughing and going back to his friends. I had people throw my art folder around because I had pictures on the front of it of various bands I liked (stuff like Bullet For My Valentine, Slipknot etc) as well as pictures of various piercings and body modifications like split tongue, corset piercing etc. I was bullied and ridiculed for ‘being different’, even though on a normal school day I looked like everyone else seeing as we had a uniform (which was bright bloody yellow I might add) 

Only one teacher done something about it, and that was my year 7 tutor who has become the head of the house I was in (we had a set up a bit like Harry Potter, it used to be names of authors so I was in Richard Adams house, then they changed it to Olympic places or summit my house was changed to Rome). This teacher punished the popular boy by not allowing him to play in an important rugby game, and basically told him if he didn’t leave me alone he’d never be allowed to play for the team again…so he did back off after that luckily, though I did still get the snide remarks from others. 

I’ve always embraced my own style, I’ve never followed fashion trends I just wear what I want to wear and what I feel comfy in…some days I could look like a complete ‘chav’, other days I’d look like a love child from Sex Pistols…it would all depend on the day and how I felt, so I never once wanted to change how I dressed etc to be like everyone else (I can thank David Bowie for that attitude). 


I have recently ordered a S.O.P.H.I.E wristband online as my one I had years ago got lost, and I’m very very passionate about anti bullying of any kind so I felt the need to buy a new one and wear it with pride, plus the fact the money goes to a great cause. The website ships world wide, and has various other items such as clothing, patches, candles all sorts, and all the money goes to the foundation to allow them to carry on their amazing work. Just type into Facebook or google Sophie Lancaster Foundation. The wrist bands can be worn by anyone of any ‘scene/style’ as they are just black with white writing on if you prefer the more ‘subtle’ look of support. 

Please, please go on the site if you can and support them. Also, watch the programs I listed above if possible, especially the BBC3 one. Hopefully it will make people think twice before harassing and bullying someone for the way they look or the music they listen to…they do say never judge a book by its cover after all.

🔷immeamy, you’re you, and that’s the best way to be🔹

Chatty Tuesday

Good morning! This makes a change to be blogging at just gone 8am! I usually blog in the afternoon or evening but here we are! 

I’m currently feeling pretty chilled out; I’ve got my iced Mocha which is a surprise to me that I like it because I don’t like coffee, but it appears I like the chocolate and the caramel flavoured iced coffees! My daughter is playing nicely, and Everybody Loves Raymond is on TV with Frasier to follow. That’s my definition of a chilled out morning!

I have come to realise that I don’t have many heat friendly clothes…the past few days here in the uk we seem to be having a bit of a heatwave, but I only have 1 pair of quarter length leggings, and 1 pair of quarter length jeans. I do have a load of vest tops, but I won’t wear them in public without anything over them as I hate my stomach. I have however managed to find 2 dresses I wore when I was pregnant, which are nice and comfy as they’re long and not clingy. This morning though it has started off pretty warm, so I’ve hoisted my dress up and tied it with a hair band to make it shorter to air my legs a bit! Super fashionable haha!

I haven’t bothered to put makeup on today; I’m not going anywhere or seeing anyone so I’m letting my face breathe today! I’d only end up sweating it off anyway if it gets much hotter (which I’m sure it’s supposed to!). Also scraped my hair up into a Croydon Facelift (tight high ponytail for anyone that hasn’t heard that term) so that’s another sign I’m not going out in public today haha! My daughter is happy she gets to spend the day just in her nappy…atleast that means I have less washing to do! Win win! She keeps telling me she’s happy and doing a little wiggle bless her. She’s now decided to sit next to me on the sofa and watch YouTube on the tablet…before I had her I bought myself a fairly decent Lenovo Yoga tablet, but she’s figured out how to use it so now it’s pretty much hers! It’s amazing how a 2 year old can work out not only how to turn it on, but find YouTube and scroll through videos til she finds one she wants. She even knows how to skip the adverts! Only time she asks for help is if she wants to watch something specific but can’t find it, like funny cat videos. Her favourite thing to watch at the moment is NumberJacks and Steve And Maggie- Steve and Maggie is actually pretty good for teaching her stuff and they use sign language too. She doesn’t sit glued to the tablet all day, I wouldn’t let her do that. She just picks it up when she feels like relaxing for a bit. Same as with the TV, I don’t keep kids cartoons on all day, usually she has her shows on from about 4pm til 7pm, but even then she doesn’t just sit glued to the tv she still plays and chats etc. Though if there is absolutely nothing on TV I wanna watch I will just put cartoons on for background noise and movement as neither of us can just sit in a silent room it drives us both insane! 


I’m seriously hoping the weather cools down a bit on Thursday, I have a 3 hour driving lesson and I don’t fancy melting in a car for that long! Also the sun kills my eyes while driving! 


So I think it’s tomorrow my friend starts chemotherapy. I’m sure she’ll be ok as she’s having it in tablet form so it’s not majorly aggressive, but it does still worry me obviously as I hate the thought of anyone being ill. I wish I could go with her for support, but it’s not at all possible unfortunately. I’m hoping she will message me to let me know how she is, and knows that I’m here for her. Go kick ass lady, you’ll be ok you’re a tough cookie even though you are a clumsy shit! 


I ordered myself a charity wrist band last night, I had one years ago but it was too big and I ended up losing it so now I’ve ordered a small size. It’s for the S.O.P.H.I.E Foundation. I will be doing a blog post about the foundation once I’ve received my wrist band for anyone who hasn’t heard of it. But it’s a charity very close to my heart. 


Well tomorrow is Wednesday so my mum will be coming over, if it’s not too hot we’ll take my daughter to the park again like last week, so fingers crossed it won’t be as humid and sticky tomorrow! Then as far as I know Mackenzie is still coming to stay on Saturday night and go back Sunday, if his legs aren’t too fucked from doing a charity bike ride from Brighton to London last Sunday. We’ll see! 


Well, I’m going to finish my mocha, enjoy the next 2 Frasier episodes then watch last nights Fearless episode I recorded. Have a good day everyone, if it’s hot where you are please be sensible, stay hydrated and if you’re going to be in the sun then please wear sun cream, sun burn is not big or clever! 

🔹immeamy, you’re you, and that’s the best way to be🔹

Fathers Day 

It’s that time of year again to celebrate the father figures in our lives. 

For years I didn’t send a card to anyone, not even my dad on Father’s Day. Here’s why: 

When I was 2 years old my mum and dad split up. I still had contact with him and would see him for a few years after, but for some reason that is unknown to me, that contact stopped and I no longer even received birthday cards. When I was 13/14, I think I must have started asking questions about my dad, and my mum got hold of his mobile number and arranged for him to come over and visit me. He would come over on a Thursday evening, and leave pretty late usually, which wasn’t great as obviously it was a school night and I struggled with my sleep as it was. My mum asked him if he could maybe leave a little earlier so that I could get some sleep for school the next morning, which I don’t think he took too kindly. My mum would also suggest to him that he took me out somewhere, she even offered to pay if we went somewhere like bowling or even just for food somewhere so that he didn’t have to pay out anything, but he never did, he would just come over and sit in the living room with me watching movies or whatever was on tv. I don’t think there was much conversation, but either way I had my dad back in my life and it filled the space I had been feeling for a while. When I was little my dad was really good with me, he would change nappies etc with no fuss, play games with me, make up stories…he was generally just a good dad that enjoyed being with me. Which I think is why it hurts even now that he just stopped visiting. Anyway, at the age of 13/14 when we had contact again, he visited me 4 times. The last time sticks in my head and does actually upset me a bit even now. We were sat in the living room, and I think my mum was downstairs doing something (she would usually stay out of the way to give us time together). My dad suddenly sneezed and jumped up leaving the room…I assumed that he just needed a tissue for a possible allergy to our cats, but I heard the front door open then close and saw him leave in his car. My mum told me to go and lock the door, and with a heavy heart I did. I remember feeling like I’d been totally abandoned; I was so glad to be able to say I have my dad back, to have it taken away from me broke my heart. I’m 24 and I haven’t seen him since. Over the years we have lightly kept in contact with the odd text here and there, but it’s only been the past couple of years that we’ve started sending Birthday and Christmas cards to each other, and even though he’s never met my daughter he sends her cards too. Part of me would love to see him again, and let him meet his only grandchild, but then there’s always the fear of ‘what if he leaves again’, and I wouldn’t want to put my daughter through that feeling of rejection. My dad is not a bad person, far from it, he’s had his own issues (I actually think that a lot of my own problems like being a worrier is something I inherited from him), and I can understand why he maybe wouldn’t want to see my mum again which is fine, and we never talk about her either as there’s no reason to. When I talk to my dad though, it doesn’t feel like I’m talking to my parent…I can’t even explain it really, I guess where he hasn’t been in my life constantly and I’m his only child he maybe doesn’t know how to be the dad to an adult…I don’t know. We still don’t talk very often, we text and email occasionally but it’s never usually about anything specific. I’d love to ask him so many questions like why did he stop visiting when I was little and again when I was a teenager amongst other things, but I won’t because I don’t want to bring up any bad memories for him and upset him at the risk of losing him again, especially as he’s a very private person. I hope he’s ok, I have sent him a card for today that he received, and I’ve just text him now that I’ve got signal to say happy Father’s Day, and I do genuinely hope he’s alright and had a relaxing Sunday. 


My stepdad. Now it’s only the past couple years I’ve started labelling him as my stepdad, as I never liked the term as to me I have a dad son no one else could be my dad in any sense. The reason I’ve started calling him my stepdad now, is because I want him to feel like part of the family as his own children don’t bother with him enough or make enough effort. He’s a dairy farmer, and he’s a bloody hard worker which I highly respect him for. Though I didn’t always feel that way. When my mum first got together with him I couldn’t stand him, I couldn’t take him seriously and in all homesty I very much had the attitude of “you’re not my dad, you’re no one to me therefore you have no authority over me”. We had a LOT of arguments and bad falling outs, a lot of which would end in me either walking out and going to my nans or going to sofs house to get away from him and the argument. His daughter lived with us for a bit and she just stirred so much to make me get in trouble all the time. He was then part of the reason my life was turned upside down because him and my mum had decided we were moving from the area I grew up in and loved to the outskirts of the town into a farm that was far away from all my friends. Safe to say we did not have a good relationship. I stopped talking to my mum completely for around 2/3 years because she suddenly announced she was moving away with him. Mine and my mums relationship was pretty strained before this, we clashed a lot which wasn’t great, so that news was just fuel to the fire. I then contacted my mum when I was pregnant and we’ve stayed close ever since and we don’t clash nearly as much as before because we’ve both grown up a lot and realised that confrontation isn’t something we liked. Because I had grown up, I had learned to accept the fact my mum wasn’t going to leave my stepdad, and that actually he’s a decent person and no where near as bad as I thought he was when I was younger…I think a massive part of that is obviously because his daughter isn’t involved and stirring anymore! So now I am actually proud to say he’s my stepdad, and I don’t correct people when they call him my stepdad like I used to. Like I said he works bloody hard, genuinely cares for his animals (he’s a dairy farmer), helps anyone he can when he can no matter how tired or run down he is, and he’s got no problem with making a tit of himself in front of people to make others laugh. For Father’s Day I got him a card, but I also bought him the Ed Sheeran CD he wanted, and a chocolate tool kit from my daughter because I had a feeling his kids wouldn’t send him anything, and I believe that everyone should be appreciated and shown appreciation sometimes, especially as that little bit of recognition can make their day. 

It’s amazing how time can change people isn’t it? To think years ago myself and my stepdad were constantly at each others throats (not literally I just mean with screaming matches), and now we both team up to irritate my mum for a laugh! 


I hope that any dads, stepdads, and grandads have had a great day today, and thoughts go to those who have lost their dad or don’t know their dad. Also thoughts going out to the mums like myself that ‘play both parents’, children don’t NEED a dad, what they need is love, care, support and encouragement from a stable constant guardian whether that be both parents, one parent, or another legal guardian.

But of course, a big happy Father’s Day to my Dad and my Stepdad ❤️

🔹immeamy, you’re you, and that’s the best way to be🔹

Saturday Night Ramblings

I’m 24, which is still kinda young I guess, it’s Saturday night and I should surely be out partying and making a tit of myself right? Wrong. For a start, especially the past few years, I’ve become more and more ‘indoorsy’, secondly I’m a mum and personally I can’t stand it when you get parents going out every weekend getting ratarsed and being left with hangovers just palming their kid off to whoever will babysit…you’re a parent, don’t you wanna spend as much time as possible with your kids? I know I do. Don’t get me wrong, we all need time alone or ‘adult time’, but every bloody weekend? No. Just…no. Also even if I did wanna go out on the piss, I know no one where I live so would be pretty boring and sad to go alone, and the closest place to drink in is the local pub which shuts at around 11pm…not really the party scene! So let’s start this again…

It’s Saturday night, my daughter is tucked up in bed fast asleep and has been for over an hour, so I decided to risk it and try running myself a nice relaxing bubble bath to unwind and rest my achey creaky body (as well as remove any leg hair stubble that’s appeared because it’s hot at the moment and quite frankly I don’t fancy having pasty stubbly legs on show, as being pasty white with dark hair means that it shows up SO easily!). I usually only get to have a long bath once a week (I wash/shower throughout the week I’m not disgusting) when my mum is here so that she can look after my daughter and I can bath in peace, so tonight was a rare novelty for me that was an almost success. My daughter fell asleep on the sofa, so I used that opportunity to run my bath as the bathroom is in between both bedrooms and running water is quite loud. I go up and turn the water off then back downstairs to check she was still asleep…she hadn’t moved an inch. Now the tricky part…carrying her up to bed! (My daughter is decievingly heavy, she is tall for her age and isn’t really chubby like some kids I mean she’s got that cute little toddler pot belly but other than that she’s all arms and legs so carrying her while she’s asleep isn’t the easiest of tasks). I manage to get her upstairs and into bed without waking her up too much, give her a bottle to settle her again and she was soon fast asleep and snoring. 

Not gonna lie my bath smelled amazing. I had treated myself and put in a lavender bath bomb that I had left over from Christmas, and chucked in some Imperial Leather bubble bath (the white one, I can’t remember what’s called). And so many bubbles it looked perfect. I get in and it’s the perfect temperature (I like my baths pretty hot if I’m honest, to the point of getting out and having bright red legs). I do all the normal stuff like wash and shave etc first, and then it was time to lay back and just chill out for a while…or at least that was the plan! 

Outside my house is a small car park of around 12 spaces maybe less. Some inconsiderate wretch decided that 9pm was a great time to stand in said car park and repeatedly kick a ball against the wall of the house opposite mine! So of course, my quiet peaceful and relaxing bath just turned into me feeling annoyed because all I could hear was THUMP THUMP THUMP. But, that wasn’t all that disturbed me. My phone begins to ring and it’s my Nan replying to an earlier text I had sent, now I answered very quietly to not wake my daughter up, and said to my Nan I couldn’t talk because she was asleep…instead of saying bye my Nan carried on talking until I had to interrupt her and say I was in the bath! (I have since sent her a message saying sorry for not being able to talk). So my nice relaxing bath didn’t turn out to be as relaxing as I wanted! And the cockwombles outside are still kicking a ball about, stopping me from getting to sleep hence why I’m rambling away pointlessly here. You’re welcome! 

I don’t know about anyone else, but I am terrible with skin care. I buy different moisturisers etc with the intention to use them and make my skin flawless, but I never remember to do it every day. I’m getting better with my face as I do now use a hydrating cream on it every morning, but body wise…nope. Is recently seen an advert on tv for Nivea firming cream which claimed to firm up any unwanted saggy wobbly skin or whatever, and because I was in a self hatred mood I bought it. This was about a month ago, and it says on the bottle to use every day and be able to see results within 2 weeks of use…I’ve used it once. So tonight I thought after my bath I’d smother myself in it and then try my hardest to do it every day after. 

Usually when I get out of the bath, I cover myself up as quick as I can and dry each body part one by one to not have too much out at once, purely because I hate my body so much that I don’t wanna really see it. Anyway tonight I braved it and I only took in a small towel with me so that I couldn’t totally cover up and would have to stand completely naked in order to dry and moisturise myself. I hated it. Even though the cream smells gorgeous and has made me feel all silky soft, I was disgusted with what I was looking down on. My legs are more wobbly than they used to be, I’ve got ‘love handles’, ‘saddle bags’, my once pretty peachy bum is now a wobbly mess, and my belly isn’t overly great either (though the logical side of me knows that in the evenings my stomach is usually bloated a little and I appear fatter because of my IBS). I was noticing stretch marks in places I didn’t know I had them, and just generally hated every part of my body I could see. What I wanted to do was hide myself in my big cosy, comfy, baggy pjays , but it is far too hot for those so I’m having to wear some pjay shorts and a crop top vest to try and stop myself over heating in the night. This night wear choice hasn’t made me feel any better about my body as I can see most of my ‘problem areas’ being my stomach, hips and legs. So I’m now in bed with no lights on just the light of my phone screen to hide away from myself. 

I know people reading this are probably thinking if you don’t like your body do something about it. And you’d be right I’d totally agree with you I’d be thinking the same…thing is, no matter how much I hate my body and how it looks, I can never stick to healthy eating and exercise. I like my food too much, I’m a complete chocoholic and it doesn’t help that I’m a lazy cook, I hate anything that takes too much preparation to do or too much cooking time, I also find that if I do eat something healthy it leaves me feeling even more hungry so I then end up binging on chocolate or whatever is quick to grab. As for exercise, I find it really difficult to do. I have naturally very low blood pressure, to the point where I can’t lift my arms very high without feeling dizzy, and if I exercise and get too hot or I’m moving too much it makes me feel light headed. Also, from my lower back down to my feet I’m in pretty much constant pain. My lower back was buggered up during pregnancy and has never fully healed, and my feet are deformed due to having no arch in them which makes my ligaments very weak in my ankles which then has a knock on effect to my knees,hips and back…and that foot pain is constant even if I’m just sat down doing nothing. So I find it hard to find exercises I can comfortably do that don’t completely cripple me. I wish I could get fit and get a body I’m more happy to look at…but I just feel like I can’t as well as having a really crap level of motivation. So I’ve either just got to grin and bare it, or at least try little bits of exercise every day (which I know I’ll stick to for a week then give up when I see no changes as I’m impatient when it comes to my body). 


Can you tell I haven’t really spoken to anyone today with how much I’m rambling? Other than my 2 year old I’ve only had a 7 min phone conversation with my mum and those 30 odd seconds phone conversation with Nan. Myself and sof exchanged a couple of messages but that was just about the post and how useless it can be so wasn’t exactly a long conversation. So I’m just rambling away on here to feel like I’m chatting to someone! Again, you’re welcome! 


I had a plan for today, and that was to watch last nights episode of Lethal Weapon, watch Batman Returns, make a time lapse Hama Bead video, and do some more of my distance learning course. Well, I watched lethal weapon (which I am obsessed with I am seriously loving the series and so glad there’s gonna be a second), then I put the wrong batman film on but watched it anyway which was just Batman, then afterwards put Batman Returns on (my daughter loved both films, she kept laughing with the Joker in the first one, but then got sad at the end of the second because of Penguin dying). Next up was the time lapse video, which took me 3 attempts as each time I started a picture I’d them realise it was bigger than I thought and I didn’t have enough certain colours to complete it so had to keep starting again. In the end I made a time lapse of a small unicorn, then made a larger picture of Ursula from little mermaid. As for my distance learning course…yeah I didn’t do any today; by the time I had finished with Hama beads it was getting really warm and making me feel a bit yuck (I don’t cope well in heat no matter how hydrated I stay) and it was time to sort dinner out etc. But hey atleast I almost completed my to do list right? 

I think tomorrow I’ll watch Blind Date that I recorded tonight (new serious with my favourite Paul O’Grady presenting it), then watch the DVD of Cilla that my mum bought over for me to watch with Sheridan Smith in it, then hopefully try and get some of my course done. All of course whilst still entertaining my daughter drinking pretend cups of tea which appears to be her favourite game lately or stroking her cuddly toys as she cares for them as if they’re real animals (she even gets the dogs to ‘lick’ hers and my face for kisses then cuddles them gently before laying them down to sleep or have a check up…it’s all very cute!). Though I think once I’ve watched Blind Date and Cilla I may be able to put one of my favourite tv shows on called My Wife And Kids as it’s usually on until around 4pm on Sundays. I’ve actually been good and got something out of the freezer to defrost for my dinner tomorrow… think I’m going to have turkey mince (which is in the fridge defrosting) with spaghetti and curry sauce. I know you’re probably thinking why not use rice instead of spaghetti so that it’s a proper curry dish. Well my friends, that is because I no longer eat rice and avoid any other rice products such as cereals and rice cakes thanks to stupidly watching a tv show about food a few months ago that stated rice actually has arsenic in it. Now the logical side of my brain tells me Amy, you’d have to eat a stupid amount of rice in order for the level of arsenic to effect you so stop worrying and just eat it. But the other part of me is totally put off by it! So when it comes to curry, I usually replace rice with either pasta or spaghetti if I have no pasta, popadoms, or I put it into the centre of a large Yorkshire pudding if I have one. Sounds weird but it tastes really nice! Kinda like a pie I guess (I’m allergic to pastry so can’t have it in an actual pie). I know I’m odd whatever Haha! 


Anyway, I think I’ve probably rambled enough now about pointless shiz. Sorry if it’s not all that interesting! Now I’m going to try and chill out enough to sleep even though there’s some seriously noisy pricks outside still! Only now there’s girls cackling away too! 


🔹immeamy, you’re you, and that’s the best way to be🔹

Today’s bit of creativity 

Just a short post to share with you 3 Hama Bead creations I completed today. 

1. This Flower with the name Sue is a little gift for my Great Aunty Sue who will be 70 soon. She’s one family member that I don’t get to see very often (last time I saw her and my Great Uncle Ken was when my daughter was only a few weeks old) but they have never failed to send me birthday cards and Christmas cards every year quite often with some money in it too, which the cards alone are more than what some other family members do. 

2. Red Tractor for my stepdad. No particular reason for making this, as he’s already had his Father’s Day presents (ed sheeran cd and chocolate tool kit) but he’s a farmer and his favourite make of tractors are red. 

3. The Worm from my favourite film Labyrinth. Now with this I had to tweak it a bit due to not having enough beads to follow the pattern totally, but I think it came out ok anyway. This was made just for myself to go in my living room. I plan on doing more Labyrinth and David Bowie themed pictures once I’m able to do a bigger order of more colours and possibly more boards, but until then I will try and make smaller scale ones. 

These 3 didn’t really take me long to make, I think it took maybe an hour maybe a little more to do all 3. 

🔹Immeamy, you’re you, and that’s the best way to be🔹