Motherhood. Love. Life. And everything in between
Well, I did say a change was coming and I didn’t just mean weight wise!
I am proud to announce the launch of misscherryred.com.
What started out as a channel for my ranting and raving has turned into something much more, for me anyway.
Please bear with me, the site is up and running, but I’ve got a few design tweaks that I need to make.
All the content from here is on there so come on over!
Miss Cherry Red xx
… and just incase you needed proof of just how cold is it outside:
That proves it definitively. The gospel according to iPhone shows. More snow due too. Joy.
So. What do you do when it’s freezing out.
Two words:
Dress. Up:
I think you’ll find the likeness between Keira and Stephanie from LazyTown quite uncanny.
I survived a whole day at home with Keira.
She refused everything I offered her for her dinner.
Instead, she spent all afternoon asking me for biscuits and breadsticks.
She even asked me to bake cakes with her because today I was her best friend.
That’s right, I was her best friend.
She didn’t just like me today, she loved me. Openly. Because she wanted the sweets I’d hidden on the window sill. Out of her reach.
But I said no. I was going to make dinner. Plus if I’m not baking cakes, I’m not eating them
But if there is one thing my daughter is. It’s resourceful:
And the treasure she was after?
A jacobs cream cracker.
Hardly worth the effort.
Except for one.
Tattoos
Lovely*
And my all time favourite shot of the back*:
* apologies to the more sensitive of you who may be offended by a picture of a bum. It’s just a bum. Don’t freak out.
I finally admitted defeat at 12:30am.
I just couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer, I was starting to fidget on the sofa and I could see J was getting equally tired.
I walked over, took his hand and said ‘come to bed and give me a cuddle…..’
It was in my most sultry, soft voice.
Do you know what he said?
I just want to rub my head in your boobies!
And then he did.
Then he asked me if I felt sexy.
What? What the hell? Are you serious?
Let me think, do I feel sexy after you manhandled me and rubbed your head between my boobs?
No. I do not.
Not even a little bit.
What is it with men and their love of all thing breast? I just don’t get it?
I mean I don’t walk around staring at J’s crotch and thinking ‘God I’d love to get my head in there’ and I certainly don’t walk around randomly talking to ‘Little J’
The same can not be said for men and breasts.
I’ve actually lost count of the number of times I’ve been out and been chatting to a guy at a bar and had to stop him to tell him to make eye contact with me because he was talking to my boobs. One guy even told me he had names for them once!
Fuck. Off. Purlease.
Boobs are just boobs. I mean, they stick out the front, block the view of your feet, feed babies and generally get in the way some times.
Just boobs.
What is the fascination with them?
J says they’re his.
Well, he’s can have them.
Let’s see how well he fares with them for a few days.
Doubt very much he’ll be wanting to permanently rub his head in them then!
