Dear So and So…. The whine edition

Firslty, apologies that my first pop in months is whiney.  But hey… needs must

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Dear Girl

The Argos catalogue is not a pre-made list of things for you to want and/or demand.

IF you make it to your 6th birthday THEN we can talk about what you can have.

Until then – please for the love of all that is holy and right… stop with the “I wants”

Sick of the “gimmies” – your Mother x

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Dear Hot Geek

I love that you love to exercise, really I do.   Those arms of yours are just awesome.

But if you can’t be bothered to un-ball your sweaty socks BEFORE you put them in the wash then I’m afraid they won’t be getting washed.

With love – your girlfriend

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Dear Fat Ass

You.  Will.  Be.  Gone.

With no more patience for you, Me

 

 

silent sunday

Introducing… mini geek

The Hot Geek has turned The Girl into a Mini Geek

 

 

cybermummy and me

I know we’re in September and #cybermummy seems like it was months ago, but I figured I’d blog about it anyway.

Firstly, to the wonderful ladies who spent not an inconsiderable amount of time organising it – thank you.  You did a fantastic job.  The venue was fabulous and perfectly located.  The choices for key note and crowd sourced key note speakers were, well, superb.

I wasn’t sponsored to go to the event in June.  The ticket arrived with me as a Christmas present from The Hot Geek after I’d spent weeks telling how much I’d really like to go because everyone raved about last years and how I felt a little sad that I couldn’t go – we were sunning ourselves inSpainfor the 2010 conference.

I won’t lie, I was absolutely shitting myself really nervous about going.   I was travelling toLondon on my own and I was massively aware that I didn’t know anyone.

I’d done my research before hand and read up on each one of the workshops and decided which ones I was going to attend.

The first workshop I attended was the The Writing Workshop being lead by Sophie King and in all honesty – I was disappointed with it.  I didn’t really get very much from it.  I have no desire to write a novel and this workshop was, in my opinion, heavily geared towards bloggers who want to use their blog to launch themselves as a novelist and that really isn’t me.

Please don’t get me wrong, I understand fully that some bloggers want to be novelists and this was reflected by some of the people who attended the workshop – people who clearly got something out of it.  But when Ms King was asked questions from bloggers who didn’t want a writing career it was obvious that she didn’t really understand the needs of her audience as a whole.

One blogger was told that perhaps she should change the name of her blog so it stood out to people about who she was and what she was about and that she should write about a single subject.  I’m not sure Ms King really grasped that for some, their blog names are how people know them, how they identify with them.  Blog Names aren’t book titles.  You don’t change them dependent on the ‘storyline’ of your next post.

Another blogger was told that her weekly post link up should be held somewhere separate to the rest of her blog because it seemed quite a niche thing to do.  Ms King didn’t, in my opinion, understand that the link up posts are part of someones blog and aren’t something they want to keep separate.

About half way through the workshop, bloggers started to leave and I can understand why.  Me, I stayed in the hope that I’d get something out of it.

I didn’t.

My experience wasn’t helped by the fact that we were paired off for a hands-on session.  Ms King gave us prompts such as a single word or an example subject and we were asked to write a short creative piece, only a few lines, based on that prompt.  The reason for the exercise was to bounce idea’s off your partner and see how we could inspire each other only my partner didn’t acknowledge I was in the room and instead chose to sit on her laptop.

I felt really let down and the session left me questioning both myself and my reasons for blogging.

In reality, the whole day wasn’t negative.

I thoroughly enjoyed listening to the speakers as part of the Blogger to Blogger inspiration session.

The Girl is a major part of why I write and what I write about.  I’ve often wondered about how I out how I can get her involved in my blog but I’d never thought about video blogging.  Until I sat in and listened to My Daddy Cooks talk about his experience with video and how he gets his little one’s involved.

But for me… the absolute highlight of my day was putting faces to names and meeting everyone – especially those I tweet more regularly perhaps than others!

The first words I heard when I arrived at Cybermummy were uttered by the rather delicious Jay who, across a crowded reception bellowed “OH MY GOD, I’D RECOGNISE THOSE TITS ANYWHERE!!!!!” and then proceeded to hug me as if she’d known me for years.   I don’t think I stopped smiling for ages afterward!

So there you go, my rambled take on Cybermummy.

Late I know, but hey, better late than never!

My Big Fat Florida Holiday… in photos (part 2)

My Big Fat Florida Holiday… in photos

the one with all the didlos….

OH. EM. GEE.

Pretty gorgeous eh???

A whole mantle piece full of cock.

And do you see the gorgeous humdinger of a cock on the left hand side???  The clear one?

He was mine. AAAAALLLLL MINE!

His actual name is Columbo The First.

You may address him as Senor C.

Now, I absolutely plan on telling you how we became…… er…. friends but before I do, I’ve got a two very special people who I need to say a big thanks to cause y’know, my Mamma raised me right and shit.

First, to JAY

 

Dude… when you say you’re gonna throw a dildo party, fuck me do you throw a dildo party.  I mean, I’ve only seen such phallic displays at  Ann Summers.  I was surrounded by them.  Big ones, small ones, veiny ones, really funky feeling ones.

All a-maz-ing.

You.  Rock.

Secondly a mahoosive big thank you to EDEN FANTASYS who supplied the goodies.

In all honesty, without you, 25 or so women wouldn’t have spent over an hour giggling like school girls and using the kind of language that would shame a sailor!!

There will be more photos and the full story about what we go up to in my next post……

Promise

cybermummy : the meet and greet


With Cybermummy less than a week away the rather lovely Carly over at MummysShoes is running a bit of a ‘meet and greet’ .

Now, I’m a bit late coming to the party – I know, I’m shit but hey, it can’t be helped, so for those who don’t know me here goes:

Actual Name: Amy

Blog: Miss Cherry Red

Twitter ID: @atmccollam

Height: 5 foot 5 inches

Hair: Mid brown.  With highlights.  And fake but who cares… looks good right?

Eyes: Green

Likes: Bad reality TV (TOWIE, Four Weddings, Don’t Tell The Bride, MéBFGW etc) – it makes me feel better about myself!  Summer holidays, maxi dresses, rosé, cider, eBay, hen weekends, my friends, boobs.

Dislikes: The Daily Mail, lazy people, liars, diets (although I’m always on one), mayonnaise (it is the food of the devil), spiders (yes, even the diddy little ones), baby sick.

The obligatory photo is at the top.

To say I’m nervous and about coming to Cybermummy would be an understatement so I’ll be the one at the bar…. rocking a black maxi dress and a bottle of rosé – come say hi!

 

letter from the dodo fairy

The Girl hasn’t had her Dodo in nearly 2 years.

The Dodo fairy visited The Girl when she started nursery and it didn’t really seem like a massive thing at the time.

The Hot Geek and I made a really big deal of her being such a big girl now she was at nursery that she didn’t really need it anymore and she seemed happy with that.

Happy until about a year ago when she started wanting it and I haven’t got a clue why.

There have been times when her asking for it has been relentless.

We’ve had tearful nights.

Sleepless nights.

Tantrums.

I just kept saying no because I honestly thought she’d get over it.

But she didn’t and I kept saying no.

I ended up hating the fucking word.

I hated how much she got upset because I’d said no.

I couldn’t stand being the bad guy and all because of a bloody dodo.

I ended up getting so hacked off last week with her relentlessly asking for it that I ended up snapping at her.

Epic Parent Fail.

I told her if she wanted a dodo that badly, then she should ask the dodo fairy for it back.

So she did:

letter to the dodo

The letter reads “To the dodo fairy, can I have my dodo from keira”

When I came home from work she proudly handed me the letter and asked me if I could post it for her.

Heartbreaking isn’t it?

I genuinely didn’t know what I was meant to do with it and she had this look of hope on her face.

So I promised to post it the next day* and told her she’d have to wait and see if the Dodo fairy would write back.

And sure enough… a few days later, she did:

... love from the dodo fairy

The Girl was upset.  Really upset.

But accepted it.

And I haven’t been asked for her Dodo in nearly a week.

Epic Parent Fail Turnaround.

 

* = took it to work and kept it in my desk draw

just tidy the f&%king puzzle away!

Me: Could you tidy your puzzle away and put your shoes please.

The Girl: *silence*

Me: Could you put your puzzle away and put your shoes on.  Please.

The Girl: *silence*

Me: Put. Your. Puzzle. Away.  And. Put. Your. Shoes. On.

The Girl: *glares at me*

Me:  I said

and then she interrupts me

The Girl:  I’ll do you a deal.

Me: I’m sorry.  What?  You’ll do me a what?

The Girl: A deal.

Me: *mouth open*

Exit from the room The Hot Geek who is trying not to laugh

The Girl: Yes Mummy, a deal.  I’ll finish my puzzle first and then I’ll put it away. That way I’ve done what you want and I’ve done .

Me:  You will not do me a deal in any way shape or form.  I told you to put that puzzle away and put your shoes on now because we have got to go.  I will not ask you again am I clear?  Get.  This.  Put.  Away.

I leave the room to go get my shoes and when I come back in the puzzle is still on the floor.

Me:  WHAT DID I JUST SAY!?

The Girl:  Don’t worry Mummy, I’m finished now.

She puts the puzzle in the box, gets up, smirks at me and picks up her shoes.

Whilst I stand there gobsmacked that my sweet mannered daughter is rapidly becoming Karen from BBC’s “Outnumbered”.