After years of planning and insisting I was going to do it (but never actually doing It), I finally bought a domain name and hosting. From now on, you can find me and my randomness here
I look forward to sharing many more memories and moments with you guys.
This isn’t an actual post but I found this when I was going through my blog posts:
I have a dog wailing outside- that I’m ignoring. And it is for this reason that I’ve decided not to have kids. Simply spending the entire night trying to calm Trina down was bad enough.
Today she climbed over a net that was blocking her entrance into the house- and almost got stuck. She also wailed whenever she was left alone. Since she’s always crying we had no idea that she was trying to get into the house
This is an entertaining but predictable read. The characters all seem to have secrets of their own and uncovering them is what makes this book so interesting. The mean girl is vulnerable, the model is a loner and the school rebel is a decent guy. I love that the characters don’t fit in a box. This book was interesting and well-written but not my favorite Dessen novel by far.
When I first started blogging I had no pictures in my posts. I didn’t think I needed them- I cared more about my words than the way they looked. I also had no idea where to get photos from. If you’ve had issues finding pictures for your blog posts this is for you.
1) Take Your Own- People always say that you should take your own pics. But how do you know precisely what pics you need? If you’ve been blogging long enough you know a certain type of picture is what you need. For me, it’s always pictures of notebooks or technology. Play it safe and take a picture of anything that looks appealing if you think you can use it in your blog posts.
2) Death to the Stock Photo- Subscribe to stock photo sites and you’re certain to get monthly collections of photographs. I love that Death to the Stock always has a theme for their collection.
3) Picjumbo- Picjumbo gives photos every few days and they occasionally allow you access to their premium packs. Their photos are of high-quality and always have a theme depending on the time of the year.
4) Canva- There is no end to what you can do with Canva. Use it to create social media banners, blog posts, infographs or printables.
5) Picmonkey- Picmonkey was the first experience I had with pictures and editing. It was definitely my favorite. Edit your pics to make you look like a vamp, create a colourful picture or customise a card. All you need to join is an email address.
How do you get pictures for your blog?
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
I received an ARC of this book in return for an honest review. I thought this was a cute read. This book is quick, it’s funny, light-hearted and entertaining. Cecelia Harcourt loses her memory and thinks she’s a character from the novel she wrote. She is taken in by Adam, who she thinks is her betrothed. Adam and his family decide to play along with her to prevent any further damage to her memory.
This is a humorous read that I really enjoyed. I especially enjoyed seeing characters from the other books in this series making an appearance.
I’ve accepted the fact that my emotions are not logical. Feelings rarely are. But yesterday I had a bit of a breakdown in my car.
We had come from visiting my cousin and I was upset.
Anyway I parked the car in my driveway and cried. It was a loud, bordering on a howl cry. Trina was not to be outdone so she let out a wail. There we were crying when my mother found me and asked me what I was doing. Assuming my moment of weakness was over I went inside the house.
But now I couldn’t breathe. The tears started again. My mother told me how someone had told her it was impossible for my cousin to have the injuries he did and still be alive. So I started crying even harder.
Not showing any emotion is a personal rule of mine. I don’t know why but it just is. I’m naturally a cold person. I don’t mean to be but I just don’t function the way other people do.
Anyway, instead of trying to stop me, my mother simply phoned her sister to talk.
At this point I thought I was going to die. I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t stop crying.
My mother continued with her conversation when my aunt pointed out she should probably do something to stop my tears.
“She needs to get it all out,” was my mother’s response.
So I did. Here’s the thing- there’s never been any doubt that my cousin would recover. But the question was how? Would he be okay? Obviously not. Would he recover from however he felt? Would he drive again? What about the driver? What about my cousin’s friend’s family?
I cried because I was worried that my cousin wouldn’t recover because his nurses weren’t taking care of him. I cried because he had no idea that he had lost a friend. I cried because a family had lost a son. I cried because the family of the driver that hit my cousin was spreading the story that it was my cousin’s fault. How unfair was it that this guy who drove without a license and with incorrect number plates was considered innocent? He overtook without seeing if the road was clear. But my cousin was stuck in a hospital bed with unhelpful staff. Life was not fair.
So I cried for that too. Why wasn’t life fair? Why were people spreading stories? What did they get from that?
I cried in my scary hysterical way for an hour before I significantly calmed down. My head hurt like hell but I took two pain tablets and got over it.
I survived. Granted I wasn’t thrilled about breaking down especially since my mother didn’t seem too fazed but I felt infinitely better afterwards.
And like most things, word got out to the rest of my family who (eew!) comforted me. Despite my dislike of emotions, I felt so much better when everyone pointed out that there was nothing wrong with me feeling the way that I did.
And I swear I literally felt lighter afterwards.