Your focus determines your reality.
A few days ago I got the excitement of visiting Pleasure Beach Blackpool. I loved every minute of it.
Despite the sun-blocking clouds, the fun was all the same:
This Picture is what happens when you ask your hyper mum and brother to pose seriously and smile nicely for a photo.
This is what you get:
My mum supported a serious gangster peace lover style and my brother started striding back and forth in a wooing flirtatious manner. Family, eh?
Finally! Summer, for me that is, has arrived! That’s right! No more work, madness and stress! I have finished school and have now have 6 weeks of sheer freedom to do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!
I finished school at half twelve today (we had a half day). I have only been on ‘holiday’ for a few hours… and I am feeling a little bored…
My glasses have broken (sorry about that mum) so I can’t read; the TV is being hogged by rowdy, annoying, loud but lovely twelve-year olds A.K.A my brothers friends – who are featured in the photograph above (there were more than just four though… Bite me.). SO I decided to take advantage of them being here and photograph them playing various idiotic games. It was nice having someone other than my brother to photograph, who, by the way, is a little vain when I have my camera in my hand and always has to be in every photograph i take, even if it means his hand or his finger that he snuck into the photograph, somehow…
Back in the day when playing in the snow with your brother was nothing but the ultimate best.
What we did:
- We would have snow ball fights and then get bored with having to make the snow balls and end up chucking pieces of snow and watch it turn to dust in the air and fall at your feet.
- We would attempt to build snow forts and get bored as we watched our snow forts become complete failures and go back to the first bullet point.
- We would observe the dog trying to eat the snow and watch her cough it out as it is too cold and watch her begin to shiver as a result of eating the snow. We than laugh at her quite meanly.
- We try to convince either one of our parents to come and play with us. Finally one of them will give up (usually dad). He would come out in full snowman gear, take a few penguin like steps in the snow and turn around complaining a moan about the cold. We stood shivering with laughter and pulling him away from the door. He was obviously stronger than us, so we couldn’t hold him back for long.
- See who could make the best snow angel. I always won that competition!
I was inspired by my brother who was playing scrabble on the iPad. So this idea came to me.
It was quite fun doing this; except, my brother and dog did ruin it (by accident) so I had to re-do it several times, putting all the scrabble pieces in the correct place, all neat and tidy. Not gonna lie, I am a terribly bad perfectionist.
Playing with you food definitely has it advantages.
- It lets you be creative. As my mum would say: Lets my creative juices flow.
- When you have to eat all the sweets because you have finished photographing them. What a shame, eh?
- It looks flipping awesome, once you have finished!
- Fixing the amount of sweets in the photograph, by ‘taking‘ one away. Taking. Not eating. Taking. Pufftt!
- Put the Mini Fruity Pencils in you mouth, so makes it look like you have fangs. Then hiss at your dog, and watch the dog stare at you and walk away after staring at you for about 5 minutes in utter disappointment that she got you for an owner.
- Letting everyone in your family have a sweet and not give one to your brother. And watch him get annoyed until he gets really cross, then see him realise that shouting at me isn’t getting him any closer to the sweet bag. Then all of a sudden he turns nice and realise that didn’t work either. Therefore goes in a mood. Then you feel nice so you pelt a sweet at him. He screams out in joy and eats it happily. Despite the fact I just chucked it at him.
- Is there one?