Move Over Linda Blair

This evening I lost my sweet little girl for a while.

Sure, she's had the odd tantrum before (thankfully they are mild and few and far between) but tonight's performance was spectacular. If there was an Olympic medal for tantrums she would have won gold 100 times over.

Matt and I seriously thought that she was possessed at one point. I was totally waiting for her head to spin 360 degrees like Linda Blair in The Exorcist. Yes, it was that bad.

So, what sparked this defiant outburst?

She didn't want to wear her pink shoes.

Obviously.

Yes, she went into total melt down because she wouldn't wear her pink shoes. Madam had decided that because her outfit didn't have any pink in it that she couldn't wear her pink shoes. I don't think Gok Wan himself could've convinced the forceful fashionista to be persuaded otherwise.

There was screaming.
There was crying.
There was dribbling.
There was kicking.
There was hitting.
There was feet stamping.
There was spitting.
There was shoe throwing.

I've never seen anything like it from her before.

The full force of it probably lasted a good half an hour. She even needed a wee half way through, took herself to the toilet and continued the tantrum whilst sat on the throne. Her knickers were thrown across the downstairs toilet as she kicked and screamed in a voice that I imagine the devil himself would be proud of.

So, what did I do?

I did what every good Mummy should do of course.

I secretly videoed her*

Hey, don't judge me...I need some good fodder for her 18th Birthday.

Let's hope we don't see Linda again soon

* I did consider blogging the video but I'm really not that cruel. If you want a copy, drop me an email ;-)

Fashion Faux Pas Re-Post

THIS IS A RE-POST WHICH I HOPE IS TEMPORARY.  THIS POST WAS ORIGINALLY POSTED THURSDAY 12th MAY BUT BLOGGER LOST IT (AND ALL MY COMMENTS) WHEN THEY HAD A MONUMENTAL FAIL.  AS THE TOTS100 COMPETITION CLOSES 14th MAY I DIDN'T WANT TO MISS THE LINK UP.

I really wish someone had called the Fashion Police when I was in my teens, I really do.  I've posted before on how I used to resemble Deirdre Barlow when I was younger.  I'm sure Mini Cheddar will laugh her socks off when she sees old photos of Mummy.

The theme of the Tots 100 Blog Hop this month is fashion shame.  I've been wanting to join in with this for a while but I managed to dig out well over 30 photos!  Tots have asked for one.  I had a mammoth task whittling it down to one I can tell you...now that's shame in itself.

So, for my entry I've picked this fashion delight:

It's not just the dodgy perm and the Deirdre Barlow specs...I'm wearing a reasonably okay skirt if I'm honest but I've decided to team it up with braces, a white polo shirt and white stilettos! What? Also, look at the pose...I'm seriously trying my best to look cool.  No Heather, face it...you were in Ibiza with your parents - you were far from cool.

For more dodgy photos from the hall of fashion shame, check out the Tots 100 blog.

Also, because I'm all for embarrassing myself in the name of blogging and I have an abundance of seriously dodgy fashion photos, here are some more gems for your perusal:

Another holiday shot...always been a Depeche Mode fan,
nothing wrong there.  But WTF am I doing with a toy mouse
on my shoulder?  Also note the frizzy hair, complete with bow
and the seriously dodgy cheap shades. What a winner!

Another holiday shot - Turkey I think this time. Not only
did my parents let me sit on waiters knees but they also
let them tickle me!  Or maybe they are taking the pee
because I appear to wearing some sort of white and
pink trouser and jacket combo.  Cool Heather, cool.

More present day this time - my 30th birthday in
Edinburgh.  After a night dancing at Po Na Na I decide
I'm hungry back at the hotel so chuck any random items of
clothing on to make the rather drunk walk to McDonalds.

Deirdre is back and this time she's sporting a rebel
crucifix earring and a rather naval looking jumper.

Giving Warrior from Gladiators a run for his money in the
tanning stakes (in my defence I'd just come back from
holiday).  I'm also giving Simon Cowell a run for his money
with my high-wasted jeans.  Check out my leather jacket and
that awful wooly style top (it was short-sleeved too!).

Silent Sunday #15

Flashback Friday - Daughter of Deirdre Barlow

Yesterday I posted this post and mentioned how, when I was younger, went through a stage of looking like the off-spring of Deirdre Barlow.

Well, you know what...I'm all for sharing those days in the spirit of having a good laugh.  I'm not embarrassed, I can giggle along at the big perm and the MAHOOOOSIVE glasses.

So, without further ado...let me introduce you to Miss Barlow...

One of my shorter perms that show off my plastic hoop earrings perfectly

I'm sure if I wasn't careful the weight of my perm would have sent me plunging into the sea

Sisters?  No, that was my Mum. OMG we even have matching straw hats!

Just to add to the bad perm and glasses we now have the cemented brace. Lovely.

Now head over to Cafebebe and check out the other entries...