What do I prefer to have, a bath or a shower?
Today I'll share my views on baths.
What I love about having a bath is that it's relaxing. I find one of the best ways to unwind is to submerge myself in a beautifully warm bath until my fingers resemble prunes. Obviously, no bath is complete without a good book to read whilst in the tub. I suppose having a bath is more about the experience rather than serving a function (to clean oneself) because if you think about it, you're just lying in a pool of your own dirt. I've always thought of baths as advertised as being the more feminine option out of baths and showers, because when have you ever seen an advert involving a man relaxing in a bubble bath with a cuppa, surrounded by scented candles? Probably never. Which is silly, because I imagine men love baths as much as we do, and I know for a fact that at least some men have bubble baths, because Radox do the best smelling bubble baths aimed at men! (ah, the annual Christmas present for Dad- a bottle of Radox's Muscle Soak, just to make him feel good that he's actually got muscles to soak..) Sadly as a sensitive-skinned eczema sufferer, I cannot use bubble bath :( But I don't really mind. The main downside of baths is having to get out. There's always that traumatic few moments of emerging from the steaming hot water into the chilly air, whilst you desperately fumble around for your towel. Therefore the bath's drawback is that it is a relaxing experience which always ends on a not-so-relaxing note, and there's just something so much more depressing about pulling the plug and watching the water drain out of your bath then just switching off your shower.
Hence I do love a good bath, but someone needs to invent a way of making getting out of it way more appealing! Come back tomorrow to read my thoughts on the bath's rival: The Shower. I promise you it will be a THRILLING sequel! Very, very thrilling.
Cheerio folks, and happy bathing!
Monday, 16 July 2012
Monday, 9 July 2012
Nicknames.
The other day I was thinking about nicknames and the point of them, so I thought I'd try and turn that thought into a relatively interesting blogpost.
I've never really felt that I have a proper nickname (for example, a girl in my old form was called Isabella, but everyone called her Iggy) but I've realised that instead of having one nickname that everyone calls me, I have a ton of nicknames that all sorts of people call me.
Things close family call me: rose, rosebud, chumby, curly top, roza, sausage..
Things friends call me: rose, rosie pose, rosie posie, rosalita, rosie roo, roo, roozly, roozles, rosie roast potatoes, roslyn, roz, annoying cow, roxy, babs..
Quite a range!
If anyone's wondering where "roozly" came from, here's the explanation. Basically my friend used to call me "Roslyn" because she knows I hate that name, and one day we went to laserquest and when the helper/leader person asked what my name was for the scoreboard, my friend told her I was called Roslyn (*shakes fist*). However, the helper/leader person seemed to have great difficulty in understanding how to spell the name "Rosyln" even though we spelt it out clearly to her numerous times, and when she finally said she understood, we got the guns only to realise that my one said "roozly" on it! As 14 year olds we obviously thought this was hilarious, so the name has stuck ever since!
I don't know why, but I really love it when people call me by my name or by a nickname. That probably sounds really self-involved, but I so prefer it when people say "how are you, Rosie?" to just "how are you?" I guess including a name makes things sound more personal. Oh and when people I.. er.. 'have a soft spot for' say my name, I swoon. I swoon big time.
It's strange how just one word labels you and becomes so linked with you. For example, whenever someone mentions a person who has the same name as someone I know well, I always picture this person being discussed as looking like the person I know with the same name. Our name is also probably the word we write most; it is put on work, forms, letters, cards, labels, the internet.. everywhere! If someone recorded how many times I've written or typed "Rosie", it would be gerksquillions.
What I find most interesting about names and nicknames is the fact that although they form our own identity, the vast majority of the time they are given to us by other people. Our parents named us. Our friends give us nicknames. We don't choose what we are called.
And on that potentially philosophical note, I hereby end this blogpost :)
Rosie.
I've never really felt that I have a proper nickname (for example, a girl in my old form was called Isabella, but everyone called her Iggy) but I've realised that instead of having one nickname that everyone calls me, I have a ton of nicknames that all sorts of people call me.
Things close family call me: rose, rosebud, chumby, curly top, roza, sausage..
Things friends call me: rose, rosie pose, rosie posie, rosalita, rosie roo, roo, roozly, roozles, rosie roast potatoes, roslyn, roz, annoying cow, roxy, babs..
Quite a range!
If anyone's wondering where "roozly" came from, here's the explanation. Basically my friend used to call me "Roslyn" because she knows I hate that name, and one day we went to laserquest and when the helper/leader person asked what my name was for the scoreboard, my friend told her I was called Roslyn (*shakes fist*). However, the helper/leader person seemed to have great difficulty in understanding how to spell the name "Rosyln" even though we spelt it out clearly to her numerous times, and when she finally said she understood, we got the guns only to realise that my one said "roozly" on it! As 14 year olds we obviously thought this was hilarious, so the name has stuck ever since!
I don't know why, but I really love it when people call me by my name or by a nickname. That probably sounds really self-involved, but I so prefer it when people say "how are you, Rosie?" to just "how are you?" I guess including a name makes things sound more personal. Oh and when people I.. er.. 'have a soft spot for' say my name, I swoon. I swoon big time.
It's strange how just one word labels you and becomes so linked with you. For example, whenever someone mentions a person who has the same name as someone I know well, I always picture this person being discussed as looking like the person I know with the same name. Our name is also probably the word we write most; it is put on work, forms, letters, cards, labels, the internet.. everywhere! If someone recorded how many times I've written or typed "Rosie", it would be gerksquillions.
What I find most interesting about names and nicknames is the fact that although they form our own identity, the vast majority of the time they are given to us by other people. Our parents named us. Our friends give us nicknames. We don't choose what we are called.
And on that potentially philosophical note, I hereby end this blogpost :)
Rosie.
Monday, 2 July 2012
Potatoes.
After thinking long and hard about what to write this blog post about, I finally decided to write about something very close to my heart. Yep, you've guessed it (..or just read the title of this post) - POTATOES!
I'll start off by saying that I know I should probably be writing about something a bit more.. intellectual, but I'd rather write about potatoes :)
My love for potatoes has always existed. They are one of those things in life that just make me happy. Potatoes have even become part of my identity, with one of my friends nicknaming me "Rosie Roast Potatoes". Roast potatoes are one of my favourite forms of potato due to their crispy exteriors and fluffy insides, and they taste best when stabbed with a fork so that the gravy can soak in. Obviously chips are a winner too; the smell of chip shop chips ("chip shop chips"- that is so fun to say!) is the best smell on the planet, and squishy chips beat crispy chips any day! Mexican potato wedges are always a temptation. On one day during Soul Survivor I ate nothing but potato wedges with salsa (six bowls of wedges, to be precise). Whenever we visit family in Northern Ireland, we always have to bring home a stash of potato bread, which is perfect toasted with ketchup (as in toasted and then dipped in ketchup, because how can something actually be toasted in ketchup? now there's an idea.). If you've never heard of or tried potato bread before- DO IT :) and thank me later. Potato waffles and potato smiley faces (McCain do the best ones) are one of those things that just remind me of primary school and childhood summers in my friends' gardens. Though that is not to say waffles and smiley faces can only be enjoyed by primary school kids- because I had some the other day, therefore they are perfectly justified! I would also like to take this opportunity to ask the question: is there a difference between new potatoes and boiled potatoes? Because I've always thought of them as being the same thing, or are boiled potatoes the cooked version of new potatoes? Who knows. Oh and we can't forget mash potato, which is another form of potato that goes best with gravy (and veggie sausages). I've never seen the appeal of smooth mash though, for me the best mash is LUMPAAAAAY! Probably the most comforting potato is the jacket potato, because ya can't beat a piping hot spud filled with melted cheddar, oh yeahhh.
So those are my thoughts on potatoes, and I hope you now have a clearer idea of why I love them so much! And I also apologise if you are now sat there thinking, "why have I just wasted some of my life sat here reading about why some chick likes potatoes?"
Spread the potato love, people.
I'll start off by saying that I know I should probably be writing about something a bit more.. intellectual, but I'd rather write about potatoes :)
My love for potatoes has always existed. They are one of those things in life that just make me happy. Potatoes have even become part of my identity, with one of my friends nicknaming me "Rosie Roast Potatoes". Roast potatoes are one of my favourite forms of potato due to their crispy exteriors and fluffy insides, and they taste best when stabbed with a fork so that the gravy can soak in. Obviously chips are a winner too; the smell of chip shop chips ("chip shop chips"- that is so fun to say!) is the best smell on the planet, and squishy chips beat crispy chips any day! Mexican potato wedges are always a temptation. On one day during Soul Survivor I ate nothing but potato wedges with salsa (six bowls of wedges, to be precise). Whenever we visit family in Northern Ireland, we always have to bring home a stash of potato bread, which is perfect toasted with ketchup (as in toasted and then dipped in ketchup, because how can something actually be toasted in ketchup? now there's an idea.). If you've never heard of or tried potato bread before- DO IT :) and thank me later. Potato waffles and potato smiley faces (McCain do the best ones) are one of those things that just remind me of primary school and childhood summers in my friends' gardens. Though that is not to say waffles and smiley faces can only be enjoyed by primary school kids- because I had some the other day, therefore they are perfectly justified! I would also like to take this opportunity to ask the question: is there a difference between new potatoes and boiled potatoes? Because I've always thought of them as being the same thing, or are boiled potatoes the cooked version of new potatoes? Who knows. Oh and we can't forget mash potato, which is another form of potato that goes best with gravy (and veggie sausages). I've never seen the appeal of smooth mash though, for me the best mash is LUMPAAAAAY! Probably the most comforting potato is the jacket potato, because ya can't beat a piping hot spud filled with melted cheddar, oh yeahhh.
So those are my thoughts on potatoes, and I hope you now have a clearer idea of why I love them so much! And I also apologise if you are now sat there thinking, "why have I just wasted some of my life sat here reading about why some chick likes potatoes?"
Spread the potato love, people.
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