Update: A Catch Up & Cuppa With Me.

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Happy Friday you beautiful bunch of lovely people. How was the week been treating you? I hope you are all well and there are very little grumbles to be had.

I realised I hadn’t posted since the 4th of May which can be read just here. . . “Who Puts the Bra in Equality” and before that was my ever so popular Avengers Non-Spoiler Review but it hit me I wont be achieving my May Goals, which is focusing on blog views, if I don’t have anything engaging and current to pull you over here.

So I have decided to drop this “Update” post to give you all an insight into what has been happening in the world of Ross. Pop the kettle on, get settled in and lets catch up.

Firstly at the start of the month I went on holiday a week in Benidorm, All Inclusive and SUN SUN SUN. I used this as an opportunity to switch off, put my phone in airplane mode and just recharge my cells and enjoy myself. We had a really good time and it was much-needed. Bit of drama on the way home with a couple of drunken Indian Play boys getting out of control and abusive to the cabin staff – resulting in the Plane being greeted at 2am by Armed Police. Welcome to England!

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Getting back into the swing of things with work was tough, like any normal person returning from a week of lounging by the pool, sipping beer and eating foreign ice creams, the Holiday Blues set in hard and I DID NOT want to be back here. But I got on with it and here we are.

So what is new!

While on holiday I started writing a story – I call it story for moment because there is no plan or understanding just yet of what it will become. It could be a Short, a Novel, heck I could get going and it become a Saga or Series. Who knows. I don’t want to say much about it just yet but what I will say is that I am finding it really fun and expressive to write. I used to write shorts and film scripts all the time at Uni but this is the first time in a long time I am trying something a little new. It all came about from one scene I had in mind and my process at the moment is just to write and see where it takes me. Aiming for that one scene. Not sure this is the best approach but I am sure once (or if) I get to the finished stage I can iron a lot of it out in the rewrite process. As well for the few people who are aware of my attempt to become the next Archer or King they have been very supportive, wanting to be kept updated with the process and even offering to proof read it. Which is amazing and so good to hear!

I have also been reading “Close your eyes” which is the latest thriller by Darren O’Sullivan. His first book “Our Little Secret” was an instant winner, a breathtaking, can’t put it down story that deserves your attention – I wrote a review on it a while back which is just HERE. I am a few chapters in on this new one and it is just as good if not better, I am so hooked already and can’t wait to see how this one unfolds.

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Final thing I want to talk about is Merchandise. I want to get my brand off the ground, become something inspirational and I have decided that Merchandise is the way forward.

Looking at making designs and patterns that I can put on Mugs, Shirts and Badges. They are a lot of fun to make and can’t wait to see how far I can go and how it all turns out. I am even looking into building a high quality printer to make postcards and bookmarks at home.

 

Putting it all on paper this sounds like I’ve been really busy, hey what do you know.

But I can feel it will get busier. . . . OH I also started a Saving Scheme. But I think that might be the topic of another post because I have waffled enough here and people might be interested in a full post about saving money, rather than a random paragraph here.

So once again, as always, you dear readers – Thank you for everything, for your support and love. You are the reason I do this . . . and because it is fun. But mainly you.

 

Mwah!

 

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Who puts the “Bra” in Equality

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Today’s post is almost a guest post type of deal. Hopefully it will find it’s legs and get off the ground but as we begin I am just aiming in a direction and preying we get there – Like when you approach a large roundabout and you are not 100% sure on which lane you need. We’ll get there.

My GF suggested blogging about this because and I quote “You have a lot of female followers and it’s just something that really annoys me” – from that you can tell this is going to be a girl orientated post so I ask: Ladies here this cry as I bet it’s going to be relatable and Gents also stick around as no doubt you would have heard similar in the past from the females.

Bras for Big Boobs vs Bras for Small Boobs

We are going on holiday this weekend and so you know what that means, a lot of rushing round, buying sun cream, new clothes and changing money up. Well two out of three isn’t bad but when it came to new clothes the GF really wanted to pick up some new strap-less bras – Can’t have strap line tan marks, that will never do she informed me. So the mission was a foot. Few trips into town with no success, her annoyance was grouping and the holiday countdown was getting closer to the end.

See the problem she has is . . . she has rather big boobs! Yes I know lucky me blah blah blah but when it comes to clothing it’s a royal pain for her because she can’t find nice reasonable priced clothing that fits and for me it’s a pain because I have to hear about it and watch her get upset. The frustration is with retailers and brands, the size selections that are offered usually leaves us stood there looking at a sea of shelves and stacks of A, B, C size Bras, a few D’s, even fewer DD’s and then a poor selection of anything bigger.

The anger grows from here, in a world that is trying so hard to be politically correct, trying to be inclusive of everyone, not offend anyone and overall promote equality. It currently doesn’t look like that when you walk into Primark, New Look or even Tesco.

In fairness I am trying to steer clear from having a rant about Primark altogether – maybe that is for another post on another time.

How the big chains think it’s ok and very acceptable to only provide bra sizing for a limited sizing is bizarre to me and annoyingly frustrating for her. I know it could be said that certain shops don’t stock every size jeans, I mean I don’t shop in H&M because there is no way a 34inch pair of jeans are going round my somewhat chiseled godly belly. And I accept that, I know where to shop and where to avoid – but for something like bra’s I think that should be a different story – they are underwear, supportive, functional pieces of clothing. If the jeans don’t fit, I can pop on joggers or shorts, if the bra doesn’t fit what are the ladies supposed to? Maybe pop on a . . . what ever the alternative is – oh wait there isn’t one. Bra or No Bra that is the question.

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Her rant will continue, imagine this – a sea of lush, sexy, cute styled bras made up of silks, lace and all that nice fancy stuff that makes a bra look as good as it is supportive. There at the back of the rail is a hanger that says 38DD or 40E (something for the fuller bust) so you reach in and imagine the disgust when you pull out a plain beige bra. I for one couldn’t even tell you what beige was, is it cream? Is it nude? Whatever it is it’s not the sexy purple and pink lace thing at the front of the rail. If a shop is going to accommodate for the large boob they think beige, black or white is the only acceptable colours – like are bigger girls not as sexy as the AA breasted ones?

That board meeting must have been a hoot and I think a few people need to start looking for new jobs after making that decision.

Yes I know, she knows, we all know there are stores that do stock the bigger size and some of the ranges are very tasty. But these specific stores come with a premium. £50 for a single bra in Victoria Secret compared to the three for £20 in Primark. So you’ve been blessed with big boobs but the price you pay for that is back pain unless you have a really good supportive bra and then you need a small mortgage to buy enough to keep you going. Is that fair? Does that make sense?

Am I making her point here. Can you relate to this and see what I am talking about?

I hope so.

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So back to boobs and the hunt for a strap-less bra days before our holiday, the shops have not got the selection, so we hit the online shopping looking for a click and collect service; ASDA – No joy, Tesco – again like the store its a no, Debenhams, Peacocks, M&S all no luck. This is a floored system that needs to be addressed surely.

So my lunch break comes around on Tuesday – I head off in the hunt to please my fair maiden. Out of the 4 shops I dashed into only one shop (Yours) had the strap-less style bra she wanted. So £17 late – I know right! I was out of there. There was some funny looks as I hunted around the lingerie sections and even more so when I was buying the bra while holding a box of cat food – bless the girl who was working in the shop. She asked if I had wanted a bag? – Yes please lovely it might look very odd walking around carrying a bra and cat food. We laughed! Thank you “Yours”

So now the holiday is back on track, the GF has what she needs. But it’s a real eye opener when it comes to every day shopping, sizing and the product lines these big go-to high street brands offer.

Now we are at the end, we have ranted, bought bras and got frustrated along the way. But I hope I have done the GF justice in her rant, I hope at least some of you can find this relatable and agree that something surely should be done about this!

Leave your comments below, share this amongst the world, we should make a movement and give the big brands a shout out. Or is that too Anarchist and no very PC?

 

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Lost in Life.

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I’m not sure where this post is going or what its even called.

(I assume the title above is fitting. But as I write this I have nothing planned)

Over the past day or so ive realised something about my self and my personality. Which is always dangerous to self criticise and evaluate yourself but I went there – and what I found made sense. It made me think about every past exploit and choice I’ve made.

My findings – I have no drive.

Wait what does that even mean. Now you are wondering. Where does he park his car? Or not. Sorry for the dad joke.

I mean Drive / Dedication / Motivation. So many times I have had an idea. Something new to look into. Usually job related. I do research and plans and then never go anywhere with it because I never follow it through.

The biggest one in my past is film making. I love it so much. I wanted to set up a production company and go freelance. All planned. Named. Cards printed. But just getting that umph to start it never appeared. Another example was setting up an etsy shop to sell Groomsmen gift boxes. Working out the costs and the realistic demand for it. But again after all that work put in – I did nothing with it.

Same again when it comes to writing scripts and even a children’s story book. I begin full of life and positivity and then let it fizzle out when it comes to commitment.

I think it boils down to a fear of the unknown. Leaving my stable reliable old job to take that plunge and go it alone. Risk that stability and just go for it. Scary right.

My latest idea in the planning stages (which will remain a secret for the moment) is a similar thing. I don’t think it will take off or amount to anything.

I’m lost. Left wondering the world unsure as to what I want to do when I grow up. Does anyone else get this? A sense of being lost and unsure.

I think of recently the only thing I have kept going is this blog and I’m still in the baby steps of this. Ideally I would love to get to a point where I can make this self-sufficient and make this my work and job.

One day hey.

Sorry for the rant / over sharing. But you know what they say. I’ll work it all out one day and it will be good.

Until then. Lets just smile and get on with it.

Peace ✌

Dealing with Time.

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TimeSomething I have noticed as I have gotten older and become a “Responsible Member of Society” is that I have no time for anything and this is something I really struggle with; managing my time and finding a harmonious level where everything can work as one.

When I was younger, I would go to work, come home and do what I like – spend hours playing Playstation or going out. But now days in this adult life that luxury is long gone.

I get home now after working 7.30am – 5pm (five days a week) to a list of chores, taking the washing down and putting it away, putting a new load on, cleaning up from the night before and occasionally running the hoover round the flat before taking the bins out and then finally sitting down. But by that time I need to look at cooking some tea – so I go off and do that. Once more getting a chance to sit down eat and catch up with the GF.

The standard generic “How was your day?” and “Oh what happened with blah blah” conversations pop up and then before we know it’s getting time to think about having a shower and going to bed.

Where does the time go?

It is the same for me at the weekend, by the time the boring adult life stuff is done I am left tired and out of time to start something I want to do.

Obviously this isn’t always the case and some nights or weekends I have less “Chores” to do but still after working the 9 half hours I spend at work I am just so tired, like actually exhausted. So there are nights and times (like tonight. . . shhh don’t tell the GF) that I have a few couple of hours where I plan to cook a pizza, blog and play Playstation.

When it comes to time management for out of work activities – mainly blogging and media work, I just struggle so much to find the drive. My office job is so long that it makes coming home feel amazing but then I only have a couple of hours before I have to go to sleep or I know I will be ruined the next morning trying to wake up at the crack of dawn.

In a perfect world I would love to not have the office job. To be a self employed media mogul – if that was the case I 100% know I would schedule my time so much better. I would get up at a good time, unlike the ungodly hour I currently have to claw my way out of bed. Have a nice healthy breakfast, probably start going back to the gym for an hour or so, then home to do some writing, marketing and boosting of this lovely blog. Lunch, a few odd chores, then back to “WORK” – promoting media work, looking for clients and maybe the occasion Youtube video of a cat wearing a top hat – or something trivial. But you know what I mean – I am constricted to this lifestyle I have, trying to fit everything around the huge chunk of time I spend at the office a week.

I guess if I can get over this hump and once things pick up and start looking up maybe I can get to that goal one day – I don’t see it coming for some time as you know bills have to be paid. But like Journey said – Don’t Stop Believing.

WOW was that a little bit cheesy, oops. Sorry!

If anyone has any tips or tricks on how to help me with my time management I would love to hear from you, to try a new routine and work on something, anything, to improve and spread my capabilities across all platforms.

This is part the reason why I LOVE the idea of being a stay at home dad – I know that sounds crazy, trading a 9 1/2 hour day at work for a lifetime commitment of a child. But I think I would be able to handle that a lot better than I do currently. You know – Feed Baby, Take Baby for a walk, Blog while baby naps, feed GF and Baby – Sleep Repeat.

Yes I know that is WAY to simple an outlook on stay at homes parenting, I admire and fully respect what you do and will do the same when the time comes – but I can dream.

So until that day, or until I win the lottery, this is my life. I have to make of it what I can.

Wish me luck!

 

 

 

 

 

Getting Older and Dealing with Taste.

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This post isn’t about taste as in style and decor – I mean come on, I have exceptional taste . . . much to my to GF’s disagreement. But this is more about taste buds and food. Exploring how we change as we get older.

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This topic spurred from a conversation we had a work the other day, where I explained how the Salad Bar at Harvester isn’t as good as the Salad Bar at Pizza Hut – I mean what a boring adult conversation, I didn’t think I would ever get to a point in my life where I would be comparing Salad Bars but I am. I went on to explain how my dislike for Harvesters SB came from the anarchy I always witness when I am there, seeing the onions breaking loose in the pepper tray, the sauce trail contaminating everything in it’s path or the amount of watery residue that gathers in every other bowl.

Now I know this is more than likely down to the customers, we are inherently lazy and careless when it comes to spooning pasta into our bowls, because if a mess is made – it’s not our house, it’s not our place to clean up always bubbles to the surface and the state of the SB that I hate is made.

Not saying I am a saint, I’ve been known to leave my tray on a table in McDonald’s instead of putting it in the bin because and I quote: “They have Front of House floor staff to clean the tables” – plus I like to think if they come and clear my tray (which I will leave neatly packed and ready to go) they will clean and wipe down the table. If I do the tray myself what is to say they wont clean the table.

Silly I know and you are probably thinking – What a tool. But I like to think there is logic in there somewhere.

Anyway back to the point in hand. I have noticed that as I get older my food tastes and appetite has changed. But it’s the little changes that you think wouldn’t make a difference until they do. Spice being the biggest one – back in my youth I used to be able to handle the heat as it were. A spicy curry – bring it on, jalapeno poppers – easy, ASDA fresh based “American Sizzler” pizza – we’ll have two of them – and my god they had some kick to them bad boys.

But now-a-days I just can’t do it, it’s not so much the taste I can’t handle – it’s more of the aftermath, the moment I begin to turn a lovely shade of rouge and a battle is on between my forehead and nose on who can produce the most moisture. I am not about that life anymore, about putting myself through that kind of pain and humiliation – and for what? I am not a fan of the bathroom antics the next day either, but the less about that the better.

I do miss that tasty American Sizzler pizza though, it reminds me of being at college, heading to my friend’s house after class and watching a tonne of films or playing play station while indulging in some tasty pizza. (This picture is from that time, forgive the filters, a younger me was new to Instagram and excited to test it all out)

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So I guess what I have learnt in this baffling game of life and growing up is that taste buds changes and maturity takes over. But that is a good thing, it means something you might not have liked 10 years ago now tastes amazing – or that drink you couldn’t stand back in the day, well now it isn’t half bad. It just means keep trying new and old things. One day you might be surprised.

It’s been a pleasure as always guys and I would love to know what you used to love but can’t stand now days.

Ciao Bello!