1. I’d really like to have David back at home right now.
2. Blame it or crap is the words you’d most often hear me say if I stubbed my toe.
3. Possession is the act or fact of possessing.
4. Big, pink, fuzzy heart Captain Jack Sparrow. (ha)
5. Marshmallows and fire go together like me & David, ones hot & ones sweet, and together we are smokin’! (heehee)
6. Monday’s seem to go  on and on.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to spending time with David & the girls, tomorrow my plans include going back blonde!!! no more red!!! and dinner with friends and Sunday, I want to have a nap after church!

** if you are a guy, just go up and hit the little x, close out this post, run, be warned this post is for girls only**

On the 21st of January Emily turned 10 years old. I’ll post more about her birthday later today, I have a couple pictures I need to take of our finished pottery.

But the older she gets, the more I dread "the talk" dread it like crazy. Dread it like I dread that time of the month. My face turns red just thinking about it. It’s red right now. Ugh!

For probably the past year I have thought about how to handle it, when to tell her, what to to tell her, if I could possibly pass this on to someone else.

Yesterday I took the girls to the library and while we were there I looked for a book or two geared to young girls and the changes that their bodies take the older they get.

oh.my.word.

The first book was for 6 – 8 year old girls. I think it may have had one page on puberty, the other pages were full of what mommy & daddy do behind closed doors. With pictures! of both male & female. Nothing graphic, they were drawings, but enough to turn my face 10 shades of red, make me drop to the floor in the fetal position, suck my thumb and cry mommy.

And I’m sure if the girls saw it, every time David and I are an inch apart, goodness, I don’t even want to think about what would go through their minds.

And I know Audrey well enough to know, that she would ask questions every time she thought "something" was going on, just to make me blush and run away screaming.

Most all the books were like that! Who writes these books? And for young girls!! I had no clue that books went into such detail for kids this young. And the books geared toward boys, don’t get me started, I’m sure a man wrote them, based on the titles alone.

I was just looking for a book about shaving, wearing a bra & that dreaded time of the month. Instead I get a refresher course on how babies are made.

ugh! If I’m this stressed over talking about the "menstrual cycle" I’m gonna be ready for the funny farm when it comes time to talk about the birds and the bees!

I did end up checking out the American Girl one (they sell it at Bath & Body) so I could read over it before buying it. From what I have looked at so far this is just what I was wanting. A nice book on taking care of the female body and what to expect to happen the older you get.

Any tips? book recommendations? Any of you aunts wanna handle this for me?

Well, make that many, many, many, many, many, years ago.
I hate getting old.

Last week I had David scan some pictures from way back when.

Some of you may have seen these on facebook, sorry for the repeat, but I don’t have anything to blog about this morning. And since I’m off break I thought I’d better get something posted.

Yes, I know, I’m a little cutie!

 
The little dress I have on in this picture is hanging in the closet. Each one of the girls wore it and stupid me didn’t take pictures of them in it.

  
Yes, again, I’m cute! See those canisters on the counter? My great grandmother gave them to my mom as a wedding gift, and they now sit on top of my cabinets. Love them!

   
This is my kindergarten picture. Look at those red tights. Might have to get me a pair to wear now.

 

This is me, my sister & brother.  And that’s probably my natural hair color.

 
Us again.

Look at Christy stylin’ with her boots over her jeans.

I’m not sure what grade this is. Maybe 2nd?

 
I’m pretty sure this is 4th grade. I remember this outfit. I remember that I had to wear panty hose with it. all.day.long. Which is why I hate panty hose now. Why I refuse to wear them. Why I don’t make the girls wear ‘em. It’s pure punishment! There are not many girly girl things that I hate, but this is one of them. That and the whole shaping of the eyebrows….

Oopps! Got my pictures outta order. When Emily & Audrey saw this picture, they had a fit. They wanted to know why maw maw let me wear a shirt that showed my belly. They said I wasn’t very modest. So, I’m guessin’ I need to keep all the pictures of me from 16 – 19 hid.

 
Again, outta order. Sorry, I’m too lazy this morning to go back and rearrange them.
But this is Christmas morning, not sure of the year. But look at my sweet, girly bike. This is the kinda bike I wanted to get Emily & Audrey. David said, no. They got little bmx style bikes instead. (which they love be they way) 

Well, that’s it for now. I have a couple more to share and even more to scan.