Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Knockers, The Girls, Hooters, or Whatever else you want to call them.


OK, WARNING! I am going to talk about breasts. So if that offends you or or even bores you I suggest you read someone else's blog today.

With that said let me begin.

I sometimes wonder why I remember things from my childhood that really is not important. One thing I remember is seeing my mom's naked breasts when I was about 11 years old. So this would have made her around her mid 30's. I thought they were very strange looking. I wondered why the nipples were so large. And I hoped my breasts would never look like that.

I know, I am sorry, but I did warn you.

Any way, the other day I was dressing in my bedroom and thought nobody was around so I did not close my door. My 16 year old daughter walked by and saw my naked breasts. My breasts are not an area of my body I feel needs improvement. But not according to my daughter. She made comments to everyone else in the family that day about how she was traumatized by seeing my boobs and never wanted that to happen again. I took a good look in the mirror and found they looked very similar to the ones I saw at around 11.

For a while now she has been telling me I need a better support bra, (My Gosh, when did my boobs start heading South?) and freaking out if I was walking around in a pajama top with no bra on. (If it were socially acceptable I would go without a bra all day long.)

Yesterday I decided to try on a better support bra with her help choosing one of course. After finding the right size I put it on and felt like my breasts were going to touch my chin. They looked ridiculous. I guess I like the more natural look and you can keep those damn push up bras.

I don't mind my body aging so much. As long as I feel healthy. Which I do not right now and need to get in shape but that's another story.

I want to be so comfortable with my body that I would not mind walking on a nudist beach. I love the idea that people can view the body as a part of God's great design.

So, I apologize to my mother for thinking she had ugly breasts. I know now that my daughter feels the same way about mine and I know she is mistaken. She'll realize her mistake one day.

Friday, December 26, 2008





My son is 10 years old, soon to be 11. He is the youngest on both sides of our family. And he still says things that crack us up.While driving not long ago he was telling me how they were discussing in school what their nationality was. He then asked "What's dad again Jalapeno? He meant to say Filipino.




His oldest sister is 20 and working so he assumed, correctly, that his sister would buy him a Christmas present. He asked her what she got him and when he failed to get an answer asked her to tell him at least how much she spent on him. She then asked him what he bought her for Christmas. He answered, "I'm giving you a bucket of brother love."




My son tends to show his charming side. I do not know if this is a good thing or not. It certainly can be used to his advantage but as his mother I want to make sure he has a pure heart.There is a little girl a few streets over that has been in love with him for about 2 years. For a while they were "dating". I told him he was way too young to have a girlfriend and he answered "Don't worry Mom, she's way more into it than I am.


He recently had sex ed in school and came home telling me about way more then I remember learning in 5th grade. Since when do they talk about wet dreams in sex ed? We had a pretty open discussion along with my 16 year old daughter and then she started complaining about us possibly moving to Texas. My son pipes in and says"Well, why don't you get pregnant so you'll have something to remember him by?"AHHHHH!


That was only funny later.


There are times I regret that he is my last child. I will miss some of the things kids say as they try to figure out this crazy world.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Damn!


Was going to blog about today (and it was going to complain about people I know) but found my sister has shared her blog with people I don't want to see my blog. She went "public" on me. Don't you think she should have consulted with me and anyone else that knows her that blogs and so on and so on?