Cherry popping.

Bonjour Party People, this is my first written word in the land of blogging. To be honest, I’m not a massive ‘blog’ reader, so trying to write one is proving more difficult than I first thought 😏 My first Love is instagram & I enjoy following certain people on there & watching Insta stories. And then if those people happen to have a blog in their bio, I click on that. But I can’t say there’s people I actively read. But don’t be like me, be a better person.

I half decided to start one as a NY resolution & partly because more than one person, had said on one occasion I should write one😎 So i decided the world wanted me to do it.

Obvs I have two small children & that’s basically my job 😭 So when they try & ruin my life on a daily basis. I use Instagram mainly to vent my frustrations & then nice people, share their dog shit & tell me I’m not alone & the world seems a better place again. So I thought writing a blog here & there, would be part of self care & all that jazz. And would hold off, the invetiable of being found in my night dress, in the middle of the night, whilst walking down the road.

But please don’t expect anything out of this world. I honestly don’t have a clue what I’m doing or even how this works, so I’m just hoping for the best. So I’ll just learn while going, that’s been the story of my life. And so far, I’ve survived.

If you’re easily offended, don’t have much of sense of humour, don’t like piss takers, People that swear in general & at there kids, shouty People, then I wouldn’t continue to grace this place. The reality is, im quite honest & don’t pretend that life is soooooo good every day. And that I don’t dislike my children on the regular. I don’t pretend that moi & my baby daddy are couple goals, ‘the boy’ or ‘the boy did good’ will never be words uttered from my lips. Mainly because, he’s a man, it makes me die inside, when I see such shite & he will never of ‘done good’. So trust you’ll never have to see a load of designer bags, gifts, flowers & whatever shit, I’ve decided to haul into one photo, to show off all I’ve been bought.

I, myself am guilty of getting sucked into the world of Instagram & believing that someone’s life is so amazing, that there boyfriend/baby daddy is considerate, that they never shout at their children. There house is out of this world, all the usual stuff we tell ourselves. BUT then I check myself. So that’s why I like to be honest, keep shit real party people. So that’s mainly, what I imagine what my blog will be about. I’m not an expert on anything, yet! But I shall share anything that works for me & mine. Don’t get my wrong, I also love the glossy world of Instagram & follow load of people that lives look just like I said. And they make me want to a better person, so I don’t think that’s a bad thing.

But if anyone can give me a rough idea, on roughly how long it will be, till Im # Ad in my captions on insta. And being invited to to first nights of ‘Disney on ice’ & all that jazz, I’d be most grateful 💃🏻

So until next time Children of the lord. Peace out. Step in the name of love. When I was a little girl, I had a rag doll. Love me for a reason, let the reason be love. Let’s get it crunk, we gon’ have fun. Mucho thanks for reading.

Lauren aka Alabama Lola ❤️

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5 thoughts on “Cherry popping.

  1. Good luck, I’ll be tuning in ! You have me in stitches daily and make me feel I’m not the only one that motherhood drives insane sometimes. ❤️

  2. I love your Instagram posts and being a new Mam makes me realise telling my baby to “shut the eff up” is perfectly normal 💁🏼‍♀️ Good luck and if you do get an invite to Disney on Ice, hit me up! X

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