I've been playing Assassins Creed Odyssey for a couple of months now. Ninety percent of what has stopped me from finishing the game is just general life stuff that has just gotten in the way. The other ten percent is just me getting stuck on certain quests or battles that I just can't get through.
When that does happen I have a few things that I do to either help me get through whatever block is stopping me or to help me calm down because damn it, games can be frustrating!
1. Swear
Believe it or not, this can be very cathartic. Muttering a few swear words can usually get rid of some of my frustration and I can focus back on vanquishing whatever needs vanquishing.
2. Google
Google has often been my saving grace. If I'm having an issue trying to find something or want to look up an enemy's weaknesses, I'll do a quick google search and will have the answers quickly.
3. YouTube
When Google fails me, YouTube is my next stop. Watching someone else get through the same area as I can usually manage to break through whatever fog is clouding my mind and I'm through it in minutes.
4. Take a quick break
Grab a snack, a drink, give my dogs a cuddle. Sometimes that's all I need in order to break through whatever is stopping me and move forward.
5. Stop Completely
I'm not talking about giving up on the game. I'm talking about walking away until the next day. When all the rest fails me, I will pack up and move onto something else. As much as I like to play games, I'm not about to let it make me get beyond angry when I can walk away and start a new plan. When all else fails, this usually works.
To be honest, sometimes all this happens and I still have issues with a game but these things do help me in the long run. If I still can't get past the point once I've done number 5, I'll just repeat number 5 again and again until I get past it. I love playing Assassins Creed but I'm not going to lose my mind if I'm unable to get past something. When I feel like I'm going to get to that point, I'll walk away. Gaming is meant to be fun, once I start losing my mind over it, it stops being fun.
Yesterday was the anniversary of when we got Daphne. Our beautiful, gorgeous, too smart for her own good girl. I wanted to jot this down just like I did with Arlo, because as time goes on I'd like to be able to remember these days and what happened, but like with Arlo there is a little bit of a backstory on how we got Daphne.
After we brought Arlo home, we started looking into getting a playmate for him. We had no intention of leaving him alone when T went back to work and it didn't seem fair that he would be home on his own once the end of January came. So we looked into adopting from the RSPCA.
We found a beautiful boy that we loved, but due to Arlo's age and lack of shots at that stage the people at the RSPCA couldn't safely say that he would be safe from anything in the meeting areas. Just because they knew the dogs under their care were vaccinated and fine, it didn't mean people with dogs who had brought them in to meet other dogs were as protected. With that knowledge, we decided that despite the fact that we wanted to adopt, we may have to go down a different road to ensure that Arlo got a playmate.
So T started looking of Gumtree for any dogs that needed to be rehomed. We knew that Arlo was going to be good around older dogs. Since about a week after he came home, we had been looking after Eli - T's brother J's dog - and Bolt - J's housemate's dog - while they were moving into a new house. Arlo loved the other dogs and they just let him walk all over him - literally.
After a couple of days of looking, T turned to me one night and showed me a picture of a litter of puppies. They were German Shepherd cross rottweiler/kelpies and there were four in total. One girl was left. They were ready to go home at 8 weeks which was two weeks away. Looking at T's face I knew that he had fallen totally in love.
They were nearly totally black, with touches of tan and I really wish now that I had saved those photos like I had with Arlo, but before I was able to the ad was taken down. T had immediately agreed to take her and just like that we were set to get another puppy, and not a fully grown dog like we had planned.
Over the next two weeks, we discussed names and T kept going back to Daphne. Why? Becuase he still wanted to call Arlo Scooby Doo and what is Scooby without a Daphne. Plus she kind of looked like a redhead in spots.
Soon the day came and we made the half hour drive to pick her up, leaving Arlo at home just to be safe.
Daphne was so little. I had thought Arlo was tiny but she was so little. She had a little bump on the side of her nose and she was just so sweet. And just like T had done for me with Arlo, I did the same with him for Daphne. She became his early Christmas present. The handover was so smooth and we were heading home within 10 minutes of chatting with the owners.
We did make one stop on the way home, and that was to get Daphne a collar and name tag. Just as we had done for Arlo.
Then the moment of truth had arrived: How was Arlo going to react?
He was excited but didn't know how to play with a smaller dog, so that took a little bit of time to work out for him. Luckily, Daphne was smart and she didn't let Arlo get things over her. Within ten minutes we had them outside and Daphne was giving as good as she got to Arlo.
Like Arlo stuck with me, Daphne stuck with T. She has always been his girl. Every chance she gets she snuggles up to him and then just gives me this look. The funny thing is that T was adamant that he wanted to get a male dog and yet this little girl has managed to get him wrapped around her finger. Or paw if you wish.
A lot has changed since we got her, but most of that is the way she looks. She's no longer that mostly black puppy and she's still as smart as the day we got her. Actually, thinking about it, she's a lot smarter. Since we brought her home she's worked out how to open the doors to go outside, which is why the front screen door in particular needs to be locked.
She also no longer has a little bump on her nose. I kind of miss it.
Since Dumplin' came out, I have been hearing many things from my friends about it. I had seen the trailer, but I wasn't 100% sure that I wanted to watch it. We've had a few similar movies come out this year, like Insatiable, revolving around a larger main character and many people had put them down because they went from fat to skinny instead of promoting body confidence. I thought that Dumplin' was going to be the same.
Yesterday, I took the dive while I waited for my gingerbread cookies to finish drying and I am so glad that I was proved wrong.
Willowdean, a plus-sized teenager, lives in Texas with her former beauty queen mother, Rosie, and is grieving the loss of her beloved Aunt Lucy. Pageant season is starting once again and Will has finally had enough and decided that she wants to teach her mother a lesson, so she signs up in protest. This then starts a catalyst of other girls joining, who don't fit the traditional pageant look.
The movie is based off the book by the same name and it's now in my to-be-read pile for the new year, so I'm not entirely sure how close the two are. However, even without reading the book, I really loved this movie.
Unlike Insatiable which focused on weight loss, this movie took a plus-sized girl and placed her in a beauty pageant allowing for the traditional look of a pageant girl to change. While there is still a lot of revenge involved in this movie, Will also learns a lot about herself and her mother which brings on a whole different kind of transformation.
There is also a lot of other things that happen in the movie that show Will grow as a character and learn more about herself which I love so dearly. It's also so amazing to see Drag Queens dressed as Dolly Parton and singing her songs, which are used throughout the movie.
Overall I really loved this movie. I loved Jennifer Anniston as Will's Mum, I thought she did an amazing job. I'm loving her in these older roles right now. The Drag Queens steal the show however!
I think this is an amazing movie. Netflix is really knocking it out of the park lately with their Original movies and I'm all for it. This is a perfect movie for teens and pre-teens maybe even a little younger with an adult present.
A good three months before T and I were thinking about getting a puppy, I was looking at gumtree to see if I could locate any local Great Dane breeders. I had my heart set on getting a Great Dane for years but I was having trouble trying to find a breeder that was relatively close.
By pure chance I came across an ad for a litter of Great Dane puppies that were all black except for one, what looked like a black mantle. On instinct, and without letting T know, I contacted the owner just to find out some more info. We chatted back and forth for a while and I started the learn more about them. She wasn't a registered breeder but from what I gathered her two Danes had had puppies and she was now trying to find good homes for them. All of the puppies were completely black, like their parents, with the exception of the black mantle.
As he had grown, the black colour had started to dilute and he's become a blue mantle. Then I got sent some photos and I was in love with the little face that I saw in the photos.
It was then I broke the news to T. I had found a puppy, I was in love and I wanted to go and get him this weekend. It didn't take me long to convince him. Really I just had to show him the photo and he was in love as well.
After work for the next week, we got everything that we could together with the exception of a few things we decided to wait to get on the day (his name tag and food for example). The closer the day came the more excited I became and then T broke it to me that he was going to buy Arlo for me for Christmas - even though Christmas was over a month away. It came out of the blue and even now, Arlo is my favourite Christmas present ever.
By Friday we got everything we could but hadn't decided on a name. Pinterest had a thousand names and we narrowed it down to two - Corvis (meaning Raven) and Arlo (a name I had loved since hearing it in a Good Dinosaur). Both of us liked Corvis. There was something about it that we just loved. Arlo was only a favourite of mine, however, which wouldn't have been an issue, if T hadn't decided that he wanted to add Scooby Doo to the list, purely because he wanted to call out "Scooby Doo, where are you?" whenever he couldn't see him. In the end, we decided that we would wait until we saw him in person to decide on a name.
On Saturday, T and I drove the three hours out to where Arlo was living. They were forty minutes away from T's parent's house so it made sense that we would go and get him and drop in on the way home. The drive was easy and I was filled with excitement. I'd had dogs growing up but they were always working dogs, dogs that helped my Dad on the farm. I didn't have the same experience raising them because once they reached a certain age they stopped being puppies we had around the house and would start going with Dad to help with the sheep. We also had Charlie, my Mum's house dog, but he was Mum's and he loved her the most.
This was different. Arlo was purely going to be a family dog. I had pictures in my head of him giving me cuddles and loving me. I was looking forward to having my first puppy as an adult and doing it with T. It worked out brilliantly that T was on leave at the time as well so Arlo would adapt to the new environment before T went back to work.
We pulled up in front of the house and the owner was sitting out the front with her daughter and a beautiful little puppy. He was handed over to me and I was more in love than ever. We learnt that the owners daughter was a little sad as he was her favourite and then she asked if she could have some of the money because she had looked after the puppies. We all laughed, chatted for a little longer, got his documents and then T and I were on our way back to T's parents house.
For the first thirty minutes of our drive, Arlo was upset. Then he calmed and cuddled into me. It was on the drive home that we discovered that the collar that I had bought was too big and we needed to get another one. We dropped into PetBarn to get the things that we were missing and continued on our way to T's parents, ready to introduce him to his new Grandparents.
He started responding to his name quickly and other than a few stops on the way home for toilet breaks, the trip went smoothly.
The next two weeks, however, were hard. 3 days after we brought him home we had to take him to the vet and discovered that he had a parasite. His previous owners had no idea at the time they handed him to us as he wasn't showing any symptoms and it took two different kinds of medication to get him all better again.
He was already the runt of the litter so he was small and suddenly he lost so much weight. I was really worried for a while that he was so underweight. He eventually caught up and our Vet has never been at a point where he was overly worried. These days he wants to each all kinds of food, whether it's offered to him or not.
Oh, you're probably wondering how T and I decided on Arlo. That was kind of easy. On the drive to T's parent's house, I looked over at him and just said: "His name is Arlo. How could we call him anything else. His face just says he's an Arlo."
Name: A Sucky Love Story: Overcoming Unhappily Ever After Author: Brittani Louise Taylor Edition Read: Kindle ASIN: B07JPXVGFQ Summary: Where does a moderately popular internet star who never leaves her house look for potential suitors? Online. Tinder, Bumble, Match.com, OkCupid—I tried them all. My thirty-one-year-old self clicked and swiped her little heart out, leading to more dates than I could count, and more disappointment than I was prepared for.
Maybe you can relate. Maybe you know all too well the perils of modern dating. But let’s say, eventually, you meet someone. You think to yourself, “Wow, they’re perfect! Take me off the market, put a ring on it, knock me up, the whole enchilada, because they are ‘the one.’” Let’s also say that they “feel the same way” about you. Your life starts to make sense! All the pain, heartbreak, and frustration from past failed relationships was worth it. Slow clap. 
That’s how I felt about Milos. He was from Europe, a doctor, wealthy, athletic. He had an accent and a dog. Milos was textbook marriage material.
For him it was “love at first sight,” but for me, it was “anxiety on every date.”
Something was telling me to run—but for two years, the only running I did was straight into his arms.
If only I would have listened.
This isn’t a love story.
It’s my story of survival.
When people think Domestic Abuse, they immediately think physical. Mental and emotional sometimes don't come into consideration. This book shows that Domestic Abuse isn't always about the physical and that sometimes it's the mental and emotional abuses that take the longest to heal.
This book is a very easy read. I did it in a little over 3 hours. That being said, the book itself is a great retelling of the before, during and the aftermath of an abusive relationship.
I don't want to go into the writing style and critique it, the reason being that when it comes to biographies like this one, critiquing the way it is written is kind of silencing what is being said. However, if you're familiar with Brittani's vlogs on YouTube than you'll see a lot of her style of talking included in the book. From the way she describes things to how it is written. Everything about this book is Brittani and that's why I liked it as much as I did. She didn't try and change how she would have told the story if she was face to face with you.
The beginning of the book is a little slow but not enough that it made me stop reading. She explains what happened that lead her to discover Milos on Tinder, the process of them dating and then it ramps up. As the story progresses you begin to see things unfolding and happening that you didn't expect and by the end, you're left dumbfounded. Parts of what happened read like a typical domestic abuse situation and then there are lies and stories told that seem so far-fetched that if it was a script for a movie producers would think it was too over the top.
As I said earlier I read this book in a little over three hours but I think it would have taken me less time if I hadn't started reading it on my lunch break at work. And after reading the book I can completely understand why she was as secretive about what happened and not only for legal reasons.
I can't go into too much detail without giving spoilers and I don't want to do that, but if you were looking for a book for your teenager to read to understand how abusive relationships can be, this would be an excellent one to point them to. The language in it isn't too over the top and the descriptions aren't too in depth. Just be aware that Brittani does detail the abuse she went through and there are sexual encounters described as well.
I honestly have nothing more than I can say on the book other than I think it's something people should read, not just because it has an amazing message but because it just shows that you don't know what it happening behind closed doors.
If you're interested in reading A Sucky Love Story then click the link and it'll take you right to the Amazon page. Please be aware that this is an affiliate link so I do get a little kickback from it.
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If you follow me on Instagram then you probably have seen that T gave me my Christmas present a little earlier than normal. Well, I shouldn't say normal. Last year my gift was Arlo and we went and picked him up two months before Christmas.
But all that is beside the point.
On Saturday a rather large box arrived at home. We've been getting a lot of packages lately so between T and I we have just been checking to see who they are addressed to and leaving them in one of two spots - T's room where he keeps all his work stuff or the bench in the kitchen. This particular box was shoved into T's room as it was addressed to him, I messaged him to let him know a very big package had arrived for him and I didn't think anything else off it.
Until T got home and he carried said large package and dumped it in front of me as I finished a quest in Assassin's Creed Odyssey.
I was confused for a moment. I looked up at him and he just pointed at it and said: "It's your Christmas present."
"I can open it now?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"If you don't open it now then it's just going to sit around for another month"
Cue the excitement that I get something new and a surprise at that. T went and got his pocket knife and I opened the box before I decided that it was a good idea to poke myself with said pocket knife. A giggle and a teasing remark later and I had my Christmas present sitting on the bed.
It was a coffee machine.
I don't drink coffee. Not too big of a fan of the taste - too bitter. But I have been saying for nearly 6 months that I wanted to get one because a lot of them come with Hot Chocolate pods.
T did what he always did in that situation and filed away all those remarks until a few weeks ago when he ordered the machine you see in the pictures. He didn't do this half-assed either. He did his research. He knew exactly what I wanted to use it for and searched until he found one that did exactly what I wanted it to do AND on top of that ordered the pods!
I love a thoughtful and practical gift. T bought me a new Washing Machine a couple of years ago for Christmas because the one I had was beyond fixing and I loved it. This present, however, he went above and beyond with. It's probably one of my favourite presents he's ever given me - other than Arlo!
I'm now writing this post a week after I got the Nescafe Dolce Gusto Majesto and I'm really happy with it. The machine itself comes with the funny circular machine plus the capsule bin you can see to the left in the picture above. The capsule bin serves two purposes. The first is as a place to hold the capsules that you are regularly using. The second is as the rinsing bucket as the lid and the red inside come out. Underneath the bin is a special rinsing tool that stays hidden in there until you need to use it.
The machine connects to WIFI, which you need to connect to. Every so often you get updates, sometimes it's just software but after I connected it to the WIFI and did an update, we got a whole bunch of new capsule options that weren't there when I first turned the machine on. The screen is a touch screen and while sometimes it can be a little slow to reach, overall it's really easy to use.
If you don't know how to do anything or which order to put the capsules in the instructions appear on the screen and walk you through it, so it's really easy. If you would like a bigger cup of coffee or hot chocolate, you can also do your own custom cup. I've done this a couple of times because I like a BIG cup of hot chocolate and it's just as easy as if you pressed the already programmed buttons. If all else fails, you can turn to the instruction manual which has really easy to follow step by step instructions.
At the time of writing this, there were 15 different kinds of capsules that you could choose from. T decided on the Hot Chocolate, Chai Latte and Nesquik ones for us for everyday use. The hot chocolate and Nesquik are two of the ones that I would definitely suggest you don't custom cup because they lose their flavour. The Chai Latte is nice, but I've been so used to Chai Lattes that have a lot of spice flavour that this one is slightly bland for my tastes.
The great thing about the capsules is that there are a lot of flavours and because we have family members that are coffee drinkers we can easily get our hands on capsules to keep in the house for the times that they are around.
Overall I really like this machine and it was an amazing present. Its really easy to use and there are a lot of options available, even to those who aren't coffee drinkers. The best and funniest thing about it is that the colours match our kitchen!
If you want to find out more or look for a machine to better matches your own house, check out the Nescafe Dolce Gusto website
I don't know what it is, but I really love Hallmarky style movies. Despite a lot of the cliche and stereotypes that appear in them, they're really entertaining.
Last year, one of the biggest Christmas hits was A Christmas Prince, a movie about a Journalist named Amber who is sent to the country of Aldovia to get the hot scoop on the roguish (for lack of a better word) Prince Richard. She is mistaken as the new Governess and instead of saying who she really is, she plays the roll to get the scop and in the meantime grows closer to the Royal Family and falls in love. There is a little more to this story but I don't want to give it away just in case anyone here hasn't seen it.
The movie was a huge success; to the point that Netflix even had to comment on 53 different people's viewing of it.
To the 53 people who've watched A Christmas Prince every day for the past 18 days: Who hurt you?
To be fair, I can understand why. It's really a lovely story and while it's not going to be everyone's taste, it's a nice change compared to a lot of the shows that were trending on Netflix last year.
Now I wasn't one of those fifty-three people. In fact, I didn't watch the original movie until about two months ago when I was sick and needed something other than the True Crime documentaries that I normally write. But I did watch it and found it really charming and light-hearted. I then found out that a sequel was coming and decided to add it to my December watch list.
If you don't want to watch the trailer (and you should because I live for the designer Sahil) the basic plot of the movie is that Amber has returned to Aldovia a year after her engagement to marry Prince Richard. She has brought her very salt of the Earth father with her and over the past year her blog has become very popular and she's been making the media rounds as a result.
Despite many trips back to Aldovia in the past year, this is the first time she's seeing the results of a new initiative her husband to be has put in place, and they're far from good. On top of all that, she has to deal with the extremely over the top Sahil and Mrs Averill, who despite being well-meaning and wanting the Royal Family to be viewed in a good light, push Amber's wishes concerning her wedding and her blog to the side in favour of protocol.
Ok, maybe well-meaning might be putting them into a too nice of light, but I don't see them as villains. They're honestly just doing their jobs. Should they actually listen to Amber - yes, especially as she is going to be Queen, but you need those kinds of antagonistic characters to give stories some zest.
Oh! And Simon has returned and he's a lot more likable this time around!
I honestly loved this movie. It was a lovely sequel to the original and it shows a lot of things in a realistic way; like the protocols a person needs to adjust to when entering a family like a royal family. Yes, they're very overbearing and aren't up to date, but there are a lot of them that are in place for a reason and it's just a matter of updating them to fit the times. Once Amber does actually start voicing her opinion a lot louder that is.
As much as I wanted Amber to find her voice a lot sooner in this movie, I think the time that she does works well as for the first time she is working as a unit with Prince Richard, something they really aren't doing throughout the movie. Once they are working together, they are an amazing force and it reinforces that marriage is a partnership and not a solo act.
Simon has a huge redemption arch in the movie as well. As much as I didn't want to, I found myself actually liking him by the end and I hope that we see more of him and Melissa if they do another movie. Also, Andy and Sahil had a lovely moment that I would like to see explored as well.
It was also nice to see Amber's Dad making friends with the Chef. It didn't feel as if he was looking for anything romantic, just that he wanted to be friends and I thought that was a beautiful touch.
Is it cliche? Yes.
Is it stereotypical in parts? Yes.
Is it something nice and fluffy for the holiday season? Yes.
Ultimately, if you're not a fan of Hallmark-style movies, you may not enjoy A Christmas Prince or A Christmas Prince: The Royal Wedding. If you are, however, then I think you'll enjoy it. It follows that typical plot line of underlying big thing being covered by smaller but just as important things, and in the end, everything gets tied up with a perfect Christmas bow.
I've known since I first got together with T that he didn't like Christmas.
What I mean by that is that he has never liked the decorating side of Christmas. He enjoys getting together with family and all of that, he just doesn't like the decorating side of things. I, on the other hand, enjoy decorating a Christmas tree, so we're totally a match made in heaven.
Even though T doesn't like decorating, he handles the fact that I do by teasing me and this year was no different, only decorating this year didn't get off to a great start.
On Friday I asked T if he could get the stuff down so I could decorate while he was working. He totally forgot to do it so I had to get up on the ladder and I have no concept of balance. I'm at the point now that no one is surprised when I hurt myself.
After getting everything down I brought it in and discovered that the very pretty fairy lights I bought last year were a tangled mess. And I do mean a mess. See these were those ones that weren't covered in plastic. Those pretty, dainty ones, where the wire was out and they were tiny and look delicate and they have to be wrapped up properly otherwise they become a tangled mess, and when T packed everything away he didn't wrap them up properly.
I was annoyed, really annoyed by that. T is what I jokingly call borderline OCD. He likes things a particular way, so him not packing the lights away properly annoyed me.
After fighting with them for an hour and telling T our new rule is that he isn't allowed to touch the Christmas Tree to pack it away, even if that means he has to wait until February for it to disappear, I went out to buy new pretty light and had to settle for stars. All of the lights I wanted were gone.
Frustrated I went to run a couple of errands and came back a lot calmer - which was good because T had arrived back home. The Christmas Tree then went up and life continued on.
Only in my decorating, I forgot to factor in two other household members - well, actually one household member. Arlo didn't want a bar of the Christmas Tree and we had to coax him past it for 24 hours in order to go outside because the room where the Christmas Tree is is also the way out to our backyard.
Daphne, on the other hand, took to the tree very well. A little too well. By the end of the day she had secretly squirreled away two ornaments and destroyed them. This then lead to a late night, small argument between T and I in which I got frustrated with him because instead of barricading the tree he decided that the only way to stop Daphne from getting the ornaments was to hide the tree in my office. I love him but he didn't need to hide the tree.
The next day I brought it back out, created my barricade and there have been no more ornament deaths in 24 hours. So things did not go as planned but I did get the tree up and T is thankfully dealing with my use of our dining chairs.
Today is the 1st of December and traditionally that means that you're supposed to put your Christmas tree up. I was always told it was for good luck but I'm not one hundred percent sure if that is the truth or if that is something that was told in my family.
And while I do have every intention of putting my tree today, I'm saving that post for Tuesday as I have a bit of a story to go with it.
Today I wanted to talk about something else that's not as Christmasy.
And that is my Mum just freaking jinxed me on Thursday night.
A lot of my friends have been doing the those Facebook tests where they "analyse" your profile and tell you what is coming in 2019. I do them just for a bit of fun and a laugh. So I did mine and my results were the following:
This was a bit funny for me. You see, T is an identical twin. He also has brothers who are fraternal twins and in his generation, in his family, there are 10 sets of twins - all of them are girls, with the exception of T and his brothers. Because of this, it's kind of been a bit of a joke that at some point a set of twins are going to show up because karma isn't that kind to have all those twins in just one generation. With one of my SIL's done with her boys, another quite happy with their Brady bunch family, one just having baby #2 and the fourth due with #2 in March, we've kind of joked that it's going to be me and T who have twins.
It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, but it would be just our luck.
So I posted the test, with the caption you see above and left it at that. Then my brother's ex-girlfriend (who we are still friends with) commented.
Katie and I have always got on really well and with her being a teacher and me a Nanny, we bond over stuff like this. So we had this funny little banter going on and then my mother commented.
Here's the thing; when it comes to my Mum having dreams about this stuff I will believe her. Her dreams are scarily accurate.
When she was pregnant with my brother she dreamt that she had a beautiful baby boy but he didn't have a face - it was just blank. So Mum took that everything was going to be ok, just there was going to be something up with his head. My brother ended up being a breach that didn't flip and during the c-section, they had to really yank him out because his head was stuck up near Mum's ribs. On top of that, he was a nearly 11-pound baby so he already had a giant head.
When my grandmother has been sick, Mum has always had dreams about her father coming to her and explaining what is going on with Nana and that she is going to be ok - and they come true.
I've watched as my Mum has these dreams growing up, then seen them come true. So my Mum dreaming about this turned this fun little post into something completely different.
Here's the thing, I can totally understand how many of you may not believe this. T is a major skeptic when it comes to this kind of thing, so I can totally understand the skeptic point of view. But I'm also a believer and I've seen this stuff happen so this has me kind of freaked out.
Not bad freaked out just - if this happens HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DEAL WITH IT!
So now my mother has jinxed me and I know that karma is rubbing her hands together gleefully just waiting for the most inopportune time to make this happen.
I know it's kinda silly, but I did want to document this so if this does come true I can point to this post as the reason why my mother tempted fate and jinxed me.
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