Sims 4 Meals

Remaking Sims 4 Meals | Normal Cooking Level One: Honey Cake | Part 3

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These last few months I started to get back into baking. I just love the entire process of it. Very early on I learned that the process of baking anything gluten free works a little differently. I learned this after three failed cakes. I turned towards the internet for an easy gluten-free vanilla cake recipe. You will be surprised how overcomplicated most of them are. It’s absolutely ridiculous but after hours of searching, I found it! The perfect gluten-free vanilla cake that can turn into anything. I’m not kidding. I’ve made it into a lemon cake, a chocolate chip cake, a coffee cake and finally a honey cake. A very delicious honey cake and I only added eight tablespoons of honey near the end. That’s it.

I made this cake twice. The first time around I used less honey but the honey was almost a faint aftertaste so I couldn’t exactly get away with calling it a honey cake. Since this week we’re remaking the honey cake for the Sims, I remade it. After all, even though you only need to take my word for it, I needed to taste like a honey cake. The batter is basically a glutenfree vanilla cake. You mix your butter and sugar separately before adding one egg at a time. You then add your dry ingredients (flour and ground almonds) in between. I do recommend you mix the second part by hand because otherwise, the batter climbs your mixer and it’s not pleasant. It’s the Zanthum gum. Once everything was mixed I added the honey. It was mostly just guesswork on the amount by my part.

Well, the next three pictures are pretty self-explanatory. I did feel the cake was a little dark. It wasn’t burnt or anything but ideally, I would want the top to be more golden. In the previous attempt with the five tablespoons of honey, the color was perfect. When I make the cake again I will take it out sooner if I can. A dark golden brown cake is better than a raw inside cake.

And, finally, the moment has arrived…here is the end result! I drizzled some honey over the cake at the end because I figured it might look pretty but it really wasn’t needed. It took the honey flavor too far. For the rest of the cake, I would just eat it as is. We do store the cake in the fridge and I heat it up for 30-40 seconds in the microwave before I devour it.

Baking the actual cake was easy enough but boy having the Sims character bake the cake was a nightmare. So a part of the Sims 4 Seasons expansion pack is bees. In order to make a honey cake, you need to bond with the bees and spend a large amount of effort on them in order to get good quality honey so well you can bake the honey cake. This entire process took me an hour of nonstop fussing with the honey. It was the only thing I did with the character too. First, you need to gain some skill in gardening and then you need to bond with the bees for a good hour (Sims time) and then repeat the process a few times. Growing the garden was the most annoying part. If you have enough plants to can send the bees to pollinate the flowers which in return with improve their honey production. In order to get good quality honey your bond with the bees needs to be high otherwise you get trash. It was a journey I avoided doing for a good month. I mean I love playing Sims don’t get me wrong, but I like my Sims characters to have a purpose. I always start a new game with this big challenge and then build myself up too it. So just having this character that I just use to cook and take screenshots isn’t my idea of a fun game. Plus the bees were so fussy.

The batter process looked surprisingly simar to mine. She mixed everything together and added the honey at the end. The Sims creator really took time and effort to make things realistic.

I’m so obsessed that the two baking processes were quite similar to each other. Also, I just noticed the little star in between Susan’s legs and I’m having a big old laugh.

And we can’t wrap up the blog without comparing the two cake next to each other, now can we? Although looking back I haven’t always done this. I’m just really proud of this one.

I had so much fun with this cake. I hope you’re enjoying this blog series as much as I am. Without further ado, let’s rate this bake.

Taste: 10/10 – Anyone could try this cake blindfold and swear it’s a honey cake.

Look: 8/10 – As I mentioned before I wasn’t completely happy with the dark golden brown layer at the top. I also saw that in the Sims version it has quite a nice honey comb design at the top. I don’t even know where to start if would want to recreate this.

How easy it is to cook: 10/10 – It was truly very easy. It also helps that I’ve made the same recipe every week for these last two months. It literally take me ten minutes at most to bake this cake. So easy.

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Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails

Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails | Chapter Sixteen | Writing Corner

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Chapter Sixteen: Midnight Dreams

I stumbled into the club out of breath and panting very unattractively. Running has never been my strong suit. Once I caught my breath, I found Zack relatively quickly. He was spotting Jack as he bench pressed the weights. I quickly made my way and once Zack spotted me he signaled one of the other guys to take his place. Once he was sure Jack had someone sporting him he ran to my side. The second he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in for a comforting hug, ugly sobs erupted from my body. Zack didn’t seem to mind as he only steered me towards the corner of the room for privacy and held me as I cried. He didn’t even bat an eyelid when I finally pulled away from his chest and a trail of snort connected our bodies. He simply cleaned my face with his shirt and smiled softly. “I’m here now. Tell me what happened?” And so in between snotty tears, I told him everything. I cried until I couldn’t physically cry anymore before pulling away with a snotty little laugh. “I’m sorry about your shirt.” Zack frowned a little confused at my statement before following my glance. He pulled a face and quickly pulled his now quite embarrassing soaked with snot and tears shirt over his head. I wiggled my eyebrows at his naked chest which he simply ignored with a shake of his head. “No worries. I get all the girls wet for me.” I blinked before his joke finally broke through my hazed brain. I laughed and punched his shoulder. “I will always be here for you, I promise,” Zack said in a sudden serious voice once the laughter died down. I frowned before nodding. “I know. You’re not going anywhere, right?”

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“Knock them out!” I cheered and hugged Zack and he punched the air. The big moment has finally arrived. The boxing competition was a small one, only between a few handfuls of clubs and in total there would be twenty fights in total. Five per night. Four fighters per night. It was easy enough. Two fighters, chosen by a draw from a hat will fight against each other. The winners of the fight will then fight against each other and then Ta-da! The process will repeat and on the fifth day of the competition the four fighters that one the previous days will face each other off until we finally have the lucky two. Those two will then compete for the big win. They were keeping it short with six rounds on the first few fights but the finals would be the normal twelve rounds. My mind reeled as I tried to map out the entire competition rules again but although I’ve been watching Zack train for months now, I still don’t know much about the sport or the point system or any of that. What if the opponent knocks you out in the second round? Does the match early even though there are four rounds left? I should Google all of this, I note to myself as I watched Zack warm up. “I will see you afterward! I believe in you!” Zack smiled and I left the room ignoring my racing heart. I quickly opened the browser app on my phone to do a quick Google search on boxing. The last thing I want is to just sit there and have no idea if Zack won or anything. Or if there are any fouls. Are there even fouls in boxing? Mason called my name and gestured to my seat right at the front before I could search my unanswered questions. I guess I will figure it out as I go.

Zack was overpowering in the ring. He could take a punch and wait his time but boy could he give a good punch back. He even knocked a guy out. It was insane, violent but the pure rush of adrenaline that flooded through the room was exhilarating. Zack was destroying his competition and I could see him walk away as the overall victor but then some guy called the Eagle stepped up and the crowd went nuts. Zack put up one hell of a fight but Eagle was vicious. He landed some ugly punches and I swear I saw a tooth get knocked loose. He was destroying Zack to put it nicely. The man could barely keep up by the end much less stand. Zack did get in a few punches, I will give him that but in the end, it came down to experience. Eagle has been in the game for years and Zack the newbie could only go that far. With one ugly punch to the temple, Zack toppled to the ground in a grunt of pain. My heart dropped into my stomach as I watched the event unfold. My breath got stuck in my throat and it took all my strength to not cry in despair. The paramedics carried off the ring and I quickly ran to their side in a blind panic. Zack was coming to it and seemed to be fine but with one quick check, they could tell the man suffered from a concussion and needed to be taken to the hospital. This news finally broke my pathetic control over my emotions and I full on ugly sobbed in the back of the ambulance as they took the man I cherished so dearly to the ER. There the doctor only repeated what the paramedics said, the man had a concussion, a light one. I needed to keep an eye on him throughout the night and he needs to take it easy for a while but otherwise, it doesn’t look like anything serious. Zack simply joked while I refused to surrender and laugh. Swelling on the brain is fucking serious.

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I collapsed on my bed, mentally and physically exhausted at the night’s events. Zack followed and slowly lowered himself on my bed. I quickly got up and removed his shoes before tucking him into bed. “Well, you need to stay awake for a few more hours. What are we going to do?” Zack wiggled his eyebrows at my comment and I barely stopped myself from slapping the man. This only seemed to amuse the man further. “I have some ideas. They start with a six and end with a nine.” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Only he could get me to do both. I probably looked like something from some demotic horror movie. “I actually have been meaning to tell you something…” I trailed off. The sudden serious note in my voice perked his attention. “So, I’ve been looking into taking a possible gap year after a graduate next month and I found something promising.” I paused for dramatic effect. “Spill it already! The suspense is killing me!” I chuckled and poked his chest. It was his turn to roll his eyes and I predicted if the action wouldn’t cause him an immense eye, he would’ve have shaken his head at my antics. “I found this company that takes you all over the world. They organize everything. Transport, accommodation, everything you can think off. You work at a place for a month before going onto the next place. It’s like an intern at all these places. You’re basically the helping hand. The jobs don’t pay much and the entire thing is quite expensive but you’re mainly doing it for the security in the foreign country. You can go out with your colleges and just experience the different culture. I guess you pay for the experience. You can join for a year or two years. What do you think?” I panted, out of breath after my little speech. “I think it sounds perfect. Tell me everything.” Zack smiled and my heart clenched without permission once more but pushing the growing feelings aside, I launched into everything. We talked about my future till the early hours of the morning and it was pure perfection. I slowly started to drift off to sleep around 8 am when Mason promised to be on Zack duty and a clear memory popped into my head just as my mind lulled to a deep sleep. It was Zack’s fight with Eagle. The concussion punch played in my head in slow motion and I could see that Zack registered the punch coming and instead of blocking the punch like he normally would, he left himself wide open. He allowed himself to get punched. Why would he do that? Did he want to get hit? No, it can’t be. Who would want to get hurt on purpose?

Story Time

My Funny Foreinger Story With The Public Transport Here In The Netherlands

I’ve told this story to a handful of people here in the Netherlands and it’s always a good chuckle. The other day I was like oh wait this would actually make a funny blog on my website so well here we are. Alright so we know by now before I can start my stories I need to throw a bit of background information out there otherwise some things won’t make much sense without it. So excuse me while I do that.

Where to start? Wait I know. South Africa and the Netherlands are completely different and at the beginning of my au pair year, you could guess that I was still learning the ropes of it all. So the one main thing that was completely new to me is the public transport. We have public transport in South Africa but it’s in no way reliable nor safe. It also won’t get you everywhere you would want to be. Here in the Netherlands, the public transport is pretty damn amazing. Yes, there are some delays but you can go anywhere by train and it’s relatively clean and I haven’t had a problem with safety. I mean I don’t need to worry about being mugged or stabbed so that’s great. Oh wow, that’s dark. Before my year here I had no idea what trams are. I knew of trains and busses. That’s it. So it’s safe to say that my first independent tram ride makes one funny story. Alright, that might be enough back story. Let’s get to the interesting bit and also I hope this blog turns out to be funny. We can’t have another key story.

I was probably only here for three weeks, one month max when I had to go to Den Hague to get my permit. To get there I would have to take two trams. The first part was easy as I had to climb on the tram close to the house and just take it all the way to the city. It was when I got in the city when everything derailed. First of all, the trams suddenly looked different so I wasn’t sure if I could still use the card or if I would have to get a new card or anything like that. It went from a blue and white tram to a red and cream tram. So the night before my host mom tried to explain the system to me but I had no idea what she was talking about but the only thing I knew was the tram number, 8. So I jumped on the first tram with the number 8 on it and scanned my card. It read ‘Overstap Ok’ which basically means the transfer went great but I literally had no idea what that meant so I kept checking in and out in hopes it would say something different. In a complete panic, I called my host dad to ask if it’s okay. He was like get off my back I’m at work but said all was good in the world. I for some reason did not believe a single word he said. A person nearby was like no it’s fine. I still was unsure but sat down anyway. 20 minutes later I was starting to get worried. I haven’t heard my stop yet and the tram just turned around? It was also at that moment that the person who scans your card walked along. I was so terrified that my host dad and the kind stranger was lying to me and I would have to pay this massive fine that I jumped out the next stop. In the middle of fucking nowhere. I waited for the tram, bought a ticket when the card did the ‘Overstap Ok’ thing and hoped that somehow this time everything would be okay. That hope came to crashing halt when we stopped at the central station. I was right where I started and by now I was convinced it was the wrong line number. I climbed off, walked around, trying to build up the confidence to ask the information desk. Keep in mind that I was convinced that no one in the Netherlands could speak a lick of English and I could barely understand Dutch, much less speak it. Finally, after a good few minutes, I decided to stick with line 8 and see where the road takes me. This time the tram actually went in the right direction and I was in such a panic that about the card not working and the train ticket already being expired that I jumped off at the first stop that began with an R. I was so completely stressed about the entire situation I just wanted to walk the rest of the way but it was a good 45min walk so I waited those 15 minutes before I climbed on the next tram and kept my eyes peeled for the building.

The rest was pretty okay. I saw my stop, climbed off and got what I needed in 30 minutes before taking the tram back. Luckily I climbed on the tram going in the right direction and the rest was smooth sailing. It was only when I spoke about the entire situation with my host dad that I realized that every tram line has a tram to go in each direction. I know this is so obvious and I can’t believe this didn’t cross my mind but hey it makes a fun story to tell now. I also realized later on that I was paying for the same trip twice so that’s great. I still get confused sometimes heck I bet even some Dutch citizens get confused. I mean sometimes they have the different companies and it gets really confusing.

Just recently I had an incident where it was a different company but I checked in with the other company and I realized it way too late and then when those scanners came around I proudly played the confused foreigner card because well the poor bloke was trying to explain the system to me in broken English and I was just like alright buddy I’m fucking lost now. He surrendered and I got out of paying the fine. Funny enough on my way back the same bloke scanned my card and this time around I did everything correctly so that was really awkward. In my defense, I still don’t understand what he wanted me to.

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Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails

Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails | Chapter Fifteen | Writing Corner

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Chapter Fifteen: Panda Bear

I bit my lip and hunkered down for another round. To say that I was captured in the evil hands of the slot machines would be a grave understatement. The first ten rounds were fun but as I got a little hint of victory here and there, the addiction quickly turned into an ugly monster. The prize wasn’t anything luxuries but boy was I determined to walk away holding that damn bear and other small cheap games. I pushed the fact that with the amount wasted on purchasing three more rounds could’ve bought all the toys that were hoisted as the ultimate prize a good three times already. We all have our weaknesses, I defended myself. Zack and Mason weren’t faring much better. They too fell into the trap of buying rounds after rounds if the game seemed to be too difficult. It also didn’t help that the two was in some sort of competition for another. A competition that seemed to favor Zack. Zack, however, didn’t rub his victories in the younger’s boy face, he would instead that the time to teach the boy how to improve in his tactics. Where to aim the ball in the ball toss. How by placing his one foot forward, he could improve his aim. A feeling I couldn’t even begin to described warmed my heart as I watched Zack with Mason. I surrendered my fate to the slot machines and turned my attention towards the two boys. After three rounds on the strongest man-machine, Zack being the victor in every single round, Zack was guiding Mason through the steps all the while sharing advice on how to build muscle. Daddy Dearest seemed to just enjoy watching the scenes unfold, well that was until the boys turned their attention towards the shooting game. That old little spark glittered in his eyes as he surprised Zack with his incredible aim. It took Zack only two seconds to remember that although my Daddy Dearest loved to bake and there was a time he was spending his time in drag, he was no pushover when it came to a gun. A stick military upbringing enforced this into him. Although it could only bring some negative memories to the surface, Daddy Dearest truly enjoyed shooting at the moving ducks. Zack enjoyed the challenge that the older man dished out and the two launched into a competition on who can shoot down the most ducks. Mason and I could only watch as the two slowly drew in a crowd. Zack by one duck was deemed the victor and with his prize in hand, he bowed to the crowd. I laughed and captured the moment with his phone. Zack shot me a big old grin before handing over his well-deserved prize. “For Milady.” I curtsied before taking the extra large stuffed panda bear. “Well thank you, my prince.” Mason shook his head and muttered under his breath all the while Daddy Dearest cooed and captured the moment with his phone with fake tears in his eyes. “I ship it.” I frowned in confusion but with a sly little grin, Daddy Dearest steered us towards the next attraction of the night. The ball pit for grownups. Sign me up.

Although I attempted quite desperately and pathetically might I add to forget about my upcoming exams, it selfishly announced itself by just dropping into my lap. The day arrived and with the first exam being the oh so dreaded Math test, I could only hope for the best. The exam period seemed to pass by with a blur all the while allowing our family to fall into a habit. Mason was adjusting to school life quite wonderfully. He made friends and started to train at Zack’s boxing club. He too had his exams to worry about but I quickly learned that although the boy would barely touch his books, he had nothing to worry about. Apparently, he was one of those lucky souls that just had a great memory. If he paid attention in class he never needs to worry about revising anything. A talent that by every passing day, I grew more jealous of. I vowed to make him regret this and I did so by forcing him to watch Gilmore Girls with me. Although the sweet drama was loved by myself and my precious Daddy Dearest, Mason loathed every minute of it. Zack was deep in the midst of training for the boxing competition. He trained for hours every single day and followed a very strict meal plan. The boy was growing muscles and leaning out like never before. So much so that a crowd of fangirls would ooh and aww at his training sessions with Jack. It also helped absolutely no one that Jack was attractive in his own right. I didn’t see the big deal of two grown man throwing punches at each other and would spend the time trying to jam whatever subject that was next on the list into my head. At every passing day my skills in the art of sport massaged improved and although this only brought a lot of ugly glares, snippy little comments from the fans, I just loved to rub it into their faces. They might be able to look at Zack but I could touch him all over. Although that came up so many times I never questioned the meaning of it. Sasha was just glowing and growing by every passing week. Now sporting a baby bump, she roamed the halls catching whispers and stares from some students here and there. It was still unclear what she would do once the baby arrives as Zack loathed talking about his younger sister being knocked up. I managed to gather from the rumors that Sasha planned to raise the baby on her own with the help of her parents of course while John goes off to college to follow his dream in football. Where this dream would lead is beyond me. John seemed more interested in the cheerleader than the game itself.

Daddy Dearest is the one that changed the most. Although the carnival seemed to be a moment of relief, he quickly fell into the shell of his being. He spends his days in front of the TV, allowing the depression to swallow his every soul until I came home one day and saw him still wearing the same clothes he wore days ago and balling his eyes out at Marley and Me. I snapped and pulled the blankets off and threw a bucket of water over his head. I told him what he has told me many times over the years. “Buckle up, it’s time to be a big girl.” Slowly he started returning to his old habits. He started to cook and bake again and as he rediscovered the joy in playing around with new recipes, I saw bits of my old father coming to light. He still had some moments where he would stare at Dad’s old office with a sad glint in his eyes, but he would shake himself up and return his attention to the matter of hand. He took my advice to heart and he simply buckled down and got what needed to be done, done. He started to sing while he cooked but he didn’t dance anymore. His dancing partner was now living in a small apartment a few miles away. Will he ever have it inside his heart to forgive Dad for his betrayal? Although Mason was slowing allowing Dad back into his life, I still refused to answer his calls. So fiercely protective of my Daddy Dearest, I couldn’t allow the man who hurt him so deeply back into my life. Not until he could find it in himself to do so. The chaos seemed to surround our family but we were slowly just getting through it. before I could blink, the exams passed us by. With a short break from school, I could give my full undivided attention to Zack as the big competition loomed over our heads, only a few days away.

I whistled at myself as I locked up my bicycle and walked to the front door. My heart sunk into my stomach as I found Dad on the living room chair with a grim expression on his face. Déjà vu neared knocked me off my feet as I remember the fateful day of Mason’s arrival only a few months ago. Daddy Dearest had his oh so familiar broken expression on his face and one quick glance at Mason’s face, I came up with nothing. The young boy was at stone-faced as could be. I slowly lowered myself on the sofa couch next to Daddy Dearest and steeled my heart for what could only be bad news. My heart seemed to hammer in my throat as I studied my one father. Dad really let himself go. With messy shoulder length hair, a beard in desperate need of a groom and a stained shirt, Dad looked absolutely miserable. Good, I thought. The clock dinged in the background as once again a tense silence filled the room. “Well, there is no easy way to say this so I’m just going to get it over with. We’re getting a divorce.” Daddy Dearest words seemed to echo in the living room that once held so much laughter as the two who now could barely look each other in the eyes used to dance off beat to whatever song the radio played. My heart clenched at the old memory and I bit back the tears. I don’t want this. I just want my old family back. Daddy Dearest continued but his words became muffled to my ears and I could only barely hold back the tears. “I might be far from forgiving your father M, but I want you to at least talk your Dad.” I shook my head as uncontrollable sobs shook my body. Without another word, I grabbed my bag and sprinted out of the house. Not wanting to spend a single second close to our broken family, I ran past my locked bicycle and made a beeline for the club. Zack will be there. He’s always there.

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Animals, Mental Health

How My Dog Has Helped Me With My Dark Days | Mental Health

One of the main reasons why I desperately wanted a dog was for my mental health. I’ve been struggling with my depression and bad days ever since I could remember. I didn’t want my demons to swallow me whole. I wanted something that would force me to get out of bed and start my day. Something that would be my companion throughout the day and fight my loneliness. As it was my loneliness that always seemed to welcome those negative thoughts. That something turned out to be my dog, Dankie. I knew getting a dog would force me to go out and get some fresh air on those days where I never wanted to leave the bed. I knew seeing my dog doing something silly would make me laugh on the days where I only wanted to cry. Dankie has delivered and them some more.

I’ve talked about it before but those first two weeks were absolutely terrible. I regretted getting a dog every second of it. It was overwhelming. Suddenly I had this living thing to look after and I couldn’t just stay in bed all day like I wanted to. I had to care for this little puppy, teach him tricks and stand outside for a hour as I wait for him to go to the bathroom. I wanted to wait before posting this blog for prime moments to share. The first really big moment was just yesterday (23rd of October). I was in a bad state mentally. Very dark and gloomy. It was a bad day. Sometimes on a bad day I will force myself to go out for a walk and then come back home with a positive outlook. Other times on a bad day I just allow myself to sit back and feel what I feel. I spend the entire day on the couch watching Orange is the new Black and Dankie barely left my side. If he wasn’t on the couch physically touching my body, he was within an arms reach. He didn’t want to go outside and well leave me alone. He was right there by my side. He wasn’t restless or anything either. He was very calm and simply just cuddled with his mommy. Writing this now, I’m getting quite emotional. I needed that you know. I needed the company and love and Dankie just delivered. It was a natural process for him. He sensed my dark thoughts and supported his mommy in his own way. He would comfort me with kisses when I cried and he was just so amazing. It made me love the little fart even more.

Sometimes when I find myself in a circle of dark days that I can’t escape, I will force myself to go outside for a good hour if not more and just allow my brain to think of something else. Before getting my little fart, this wasn’t as easy to do. I would walk around the city but I wouldn’t come back home feeling like a brand new woman. I need to surround myself with nature and completely disconnect. There is this massive field by the river close to our house and twice a week I will take Dankie to this spot. There is just something so heartwarming about seeing the dog so absolutely happy while he hops through the long grass. Dankie is the biggest goofball and it’s a guarantee if you set him free in that area that he will do something silly and you will find yourself laughing. Since getting Dankie he has been the main source I turn to when I desperately want to flip that switch. I just take him for a nice long walk, sit down on a rock by the river and watch him play. For that hour or so I’m not thinking about those dark and heavy thoughts. They linger in the back of my brain don’t get me wrong but they’re not the only thing I’m thinking about. My main focus is instead the air around me. The smell and the happy bark that Dankie lets out when I call for him. That’s another thing that’s so amazing about having a dog. It’s always happy to see you. I mean how can you not smile when this little creature looks at you like you are his entire world.

Something that I want to touch on before I continue is about those dark days. I still sometimes have no idea what I’m supposed to do heck sometimes it even takes me a while to realize that I’m the dark loop again but what I started to do is allow it. I allow myself to feel these thoughts and emotions but I don’t act on it. I simply let it happen and write about it once I find the words. I just let myself feel what I need to feel and then ideally the next day or a few hours later shake it off. I don’t have all the answers. I just recently accepted my depression and the fact that I need help but hey I’m getting there. I’m taking one step every day and learning along the way. Dankie has been a massive help.

I think I’m going to wrap up the blog after sharing this next moment because it all comes down to one thing. My dog makes me laugh when I want to cry. He stays by my side when I need him too and he gets me out of the house when I need fresh air. He also forces me to get out bed. I mean I basically had the short version of the entire blog in the introduction. Some of you are probably like wow third time is the charm right? Did you get my joke? I basically said the same thing three times…Alright moving on. So somewhere last week I was waiting for Onno to get home and I was watching a show on Netflix to kill time. The entire day Dankie has been this massive ball of energy but he was finally getting sleepy. Although we don’t want to approve of this behavior, he cuddled with his mommy on the couch. The little fart knows that his only allowed on the couch when he gives me a cuddle. Anyway, he was completely spent and stretched out on the couch like he owns the place. Dankie let go of the biggest and most foul smelling fart ever and I saw the entire thing. That’s right. My eyes were on his anus (excuse my French but come on that’s the word for his butthole. I almost feel butthole is worse on the ‘bad word’ scale) and I saw it vibrate when he farted. The timing of the entire thing and how the dog woke up from the fart sound, glanced back before snorting and going back to sleep was timeless. I blinked for a few seconds still so shocked about what I just witnessed before I scared the dog awake with my loud and uncontrollable fit of laughter. I full on, I shit you not, lost the ability to breathe as I laughed. It was one of those crying from laughter while hugging your stomach because your abs hurt to laugh. It was brilliant and I will never forget that moment. Even now as I’m writing this I’m chuckling with this small smile on my face. I’m so happy to have Dankie apart of our little family. I’m so grateful for my furry best friend and all the joy he brings to our family. I love him so much.

If you’re struggling with mental health I really recommend you consider getting a pet. Especially if you’re alone for the biggest part of the day. it’s dangerous to be alone when you’re in a such a dark space mentally. It doesn’t even need to be a dog. I mean my cat is pretty damn great too but now that he can explore the outside world he doesn’t really stay by my side enough. You can get a bird, a hamster, a rabbit, a snake anything your heart desires. Just something that can interact with you throughout the day. Something that would require attention in the morning that would force you out of bed. Give it some thought. I realize not anyone has the living opportunities for a pet but there is other options minus an animal companion.  I’m currently exploring different activities to help with those dark days. There really isn’t a wrong activity (well murder is pretty bad) to choose from. Just explore. Try new things. Don’t give up.

Thank you so much for reading and I will see you in a click!

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PS Dankie has an Instagram account where I try to remember to post pictures and videos. You can find the link here —  https://www.instagram.com/dankieeey/ — But otherwise here are some of my favorite pictures that I took recently.

 

 

Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails

Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails | Chapter Fourteen | Writing Corner

Well hello there! Thank you so much for clicking on my new story. If you’re completely lost please go read this blog — https://fitcouchpotato.com/2018/08/21/new-story-summary-of-chocolate-chip-cookies-and-pink-nails-writing-corner/

You can find the previous chapter here — https://fitcouchpotato.com/2018/11/16/chocolate-chip-cookies-and-pink-nails-chapter-thirteen-writing-corner/

A friendly reminder: Copyright of this story belongs to Cassandra Meaker. This chapter nor any other chapter is edited unless indicated otherwise. Things are going to start to speed up as we near the end of this story. Only six chapters to go! I have big plans for this story so strap in everyone and enjoy the ride!

Chapter Fourteen: Cotton Candy Hair

“Why don’t we go to the carnival? A good outing would do us wonders.” I broke the silence at the breakfast table. Mason glanced up with a small little smile before returning his attention to the car magazine. Daddy Dearest hummed in response that only succeed to play on my broken heart. Ever since Dad left, Daddy Dearest just haven’t been the same. Gone is the joyous laughter that would greet you when you arrive home. Gone is the live karaoke when he prepared the meal. Gone is the dancing in the living room. It as if his very soul left his body. I bit back the tears and wracked my brain. There has to be something that would make my precious Daddy Dearest excited to go out. “You can dress me up?” This sparked his attention and with a small grin, I knew that I won. Daddy Dearest, no matter how depressed, would never miss out on a makeover. He has been dying to dress me up since he saw the photos of the New York trip. “Are you going to invite your boyfriend?” Mason joked and I rolled my eyes. Mason is convinced that Zack and I are an item. Although we made it clear that we were simply friends, the boy didn’t believe us. It also didn’t help that Zack would make funny little comments that would fuel these thoughts. These last few weeks although quite grim, we managed to get in few laughs. I clung to that. Although the moments were short and far in between, it was like a breath of fresh hair.

After Dad moved out, life just wasn’t the same. Daddy Dearest was playing into the denial card in every move. He refused to accept that the only man he has ever loved cheated on him with a woman. How he could deny how much the betrayal cut his very soul and still accept Mason into our home is beyond me. Mason took residence of our old guestroom and to make him feel at home Daddy Dearest gave him full rein of redecorating the room. The two just clicked as they went on and on about this one football team and this new car about to be released on the market. I had no idea my adorable ex-drag queen of a father had this much boy talk in him. “I will ask but he has been so busy with training.” For weeks now, Zack has been training for this amateur boxing competition. He was obsessed with the sport and although I couldn’t stand to watch his body turn black and blue, I tried to be supportive. I went to all the training sessions, prepared his meals and protein shakes. I even went as far as to learn the basics of giving a sports massage from the other girls at the club. I tried to be supportive but that doesn’t mean I always approve of the violence that goes into it. If done right, it can be a great sport to support but the way Zack seemed to go at it…Something was different with him. Although he was still his goofy self with a smile on his face, something was different. It was this nagging feeling in the back of my mind and although I couldn’t place what exactly was different, I knew there was something. If asked if there was something bothering him, Zack would wave my concern away and distract me by changing the subjects. I must be overthinking things. Zack would tell me if there was something wrong, right? He knew that I was there for him, right?

I rubbed my temples as I tried to finish my breakfast. These last few weeks were stressful, to say the least. Not only was there the tense home life and the suffocating anger that grew every time Dad tried to call, but there was also the exams just looming over my head with this ugly sneer. Graduation selflessly grew close. I was nowhere near close to deciding what I would be doing with myself, come next year than what I was months ago in New York. It feels like a different time, a different story almost. So much has changed in such a short amount of time. My love for Sasha vanished as we continued to ignore each other in school. The same girl I loved for so many years, now wandered the hall showing and glowing in teen pregnancy. According to Zack, she’s having a boy and her lovely boyfriend, John, isn’t stepping up to plate. He had his football scholarship to worry about. If this cut her deep, she didn’t show. “Let’s go on Saturday. We can go shopping on Friday.” Daddy Dearest pulled me from my thoughts and I blinked. I nodded in response and pushed my now cold pancake away. “Maybe we can go out for dinner and a movie on Friday after the shopping,” Mason suggested and Daddy Dearest clapped his hands in excitement. “I’ve been dying to see the new Jurassic World! It actually premieres on Friday.” Daddy Dearest exclaimed with joy. I pulled a face not that interested in watching a bunch of dinosaurs but as the chatted about the said dinosaurs, I reluctantly admitted defeat. Seeing Daddy Dearest smile with his old spark in his eyes, I could never snub out that flame. “We should get the tickets soon. M, call Zack and ask him if he wants to join.” Daddy Dearest ordered before opening his phone to watch the trailer. Mason eagerly joined as the two watched the dinosaurs run around on the tiny screen. I got up and left the room as I called Zack. He opened at the third ring, his voice husky with sleep. “Good morning sleepyhead, do you have plans on Friday and Saturday?” Zack chuckled into the phone and threw me a line that made my heart beat a little faster. “For you, never.” I laughed and shook my head. “Was that supposed to sound cool?” Zack laughed before mumbling a soft no.

The movie as predicted was action-packed and incredibly boring. Although between the four of us, it seemed that only I shared this opinion. Not only did Daddy Dearest drag me against my will to the first film of the growing franchise, but he also quizzed me after the show. The men went on and on about the graphics and whatnot as I played with my meal. Most of the meal the three talked about what they would do in the situation of dinosaurs roaming the earth once more. It became a long discussion that I didn’t even bother to follow. After dinner, Zack decided to go for a run before joining us for dessert on the couch. The next morning, Zack joined him at the club as he trained while Daddy Dearest started the makeover process. I sat on the floor, my hands on the table as I tried to watch TV over Daddy Dearest shoulders. He got to work by applying a hair mask, face mask and then getting to work on my nails. My tender skins screamed in protest as he pushed and probed at my cuticles. “What color do you want?” He asked after an eternity of time passed. Is my face supposed to tingle? “Pink.”

I scratched at my arms as the glittery material irritated my skin. Daddy Dearest went above and beyond with the makeover. By the time he finished, I looked like I was my own attraction at the carnival. With a glittery and somehow fluffy dress, glitter stockings with shoes that glowed at every step, I walked around with cotton candy styled hair, with a lot of glitter of course, through the park. Zack full out broke out in laughter when he came home after the club and saw my attire. I looked so incredibly out of place as everyone else wore casual clothing. Kids would stop and point, adults would glance and shake their head and teenagers would snicker at my pain. Some even asked to take a picture with me which made the entire experience, much more entertaining to three men. I swallowed my complaints as I watched my father laugh the entire night away for the first time in weeks. If I knew that this would give him a pep in his steps, I would’ve offered myself on a silver platter days ago.

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Sims 4 Meals

Remaking Sims 4 Meals | Normal Cooking Level One: Fruit Salad | Part 2

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I thought long and hard about this one. I mean doing this meal was so easy I almost consider it to be cheating. I then just try to remind myself yes, there are a few meals with this Sims challenge that is easy and something I already make often. I mean later on there is Spaghetti and we have that every week. There are also some really complicated meals where I still have to figure out what and how I’m supposed to go about making it. I do want to make the next meal a little more difficult for the sake of keeping this challenge interesting. Maybe the honey cake? Alright so let’s jump in with today’s meal. The fruit salad.

In the Sims game, Susan made the fruit salad quite quickly. They only showed two fruits in the preparation but near the end, you can tell there is more. She started off with the apple and then some watermelon. So I knew as long as I can get those two in, I would hit the challenge right on the nail.

I went to the supermarket and bought a fruit salad and watermelon. That’s it. All I had to do is open up the packets and throw it in a bowl, take pictures and call it a day. I told you it was so easy it’s almost cheating. I could’ve made it a tiny bit harder by buying all the fruit and cutting it myself but if I’m honest I didn’t want to buy all that fruit and have some of it go to waste. I can’t finish a big watermelon on my own. I hate apples and I almost never finish all the kiwi’s when we buy the bag. So I went for the easy route and bought it already cut and ready to go.

It was a really cold meal to eat in the winter but nice and refreshing. I liked most of the fruit in the salad and although I normally add soya yogurt to my fruit bowls, without wasn’t so bad. The only thing I didn’t like as much was the apples but that’s only because well I don’t like to eat apples. I used to love it. Heck for the longest time I only ate apples but that’s actually the reason why I don’t like them now. I ate so much of it growing up that the idea of eating it now makes my entire body shiver.

As this meal was so easy and there wasn’t really a recipe to follow, I’m going to end this blog here. It’s a bit short for my liking but we can’t all have winners in the bunch. This is just a dud. The fruit salad was great though. Just not a challenge. If it helps I eventually need to make a hamburger cake which is basically a lot on fondant and shaping. Now that meal is going to be difficult and a real challenge. Before I leave let’s rate this cook!

Taste: 9/10 – Only one point down because of the apples for me but really it’s a healthy and easy snack/meal.

Look: 10/10 – I mean a bowl of fruit is always pretty. Dankie did help though. Is this considered cheating?

How easy it is to cook: 10/10 – So easy it’s cheating. I literally only had to open two packets and put it into a bowl. It’s not even considered to be cooking…

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