I once stole a Schrafts peppermint patty from Kreskis.. a five and dime .. I tried to sneak eat it, but my mother caught me..dang those car rear view mirrors. She made me march into Kreskis, apologize and pay fer it out of MY OWN MONEY..sigh .. It was the first and last thing I stole.

Remind me to tell you the story behind me getting a box of Depends in the mail addressed to "PeePee insert my last name here"

DS has a friend who thinks he hilarious. He's always having samples of stuff like Depends, men's - ahem - growth potions, advertisements for other embarassing products sent to DH. I guess it's how he lets us know he loves us. His parents are both gone now so we've sorta adopted him. When he comes over for dinner he always gives me a bottle of Boones Farm wine. Last time it was Wild Island wine. It was florescent pink. He's also been known to give me a coffee cup w/ a picture of a studly man on it, and when you pour hot beverages in it his clothes disappear. You gotta love the kid, he's a total nutcase.

Peach, chicken bones ain't nuttin' like Butterfingers, so keep yer fingers to yourself. no snitchin'.

The first time I got my "eriod P" (as some weird gfren I had would call it). I thought I lost control of my bowels.. This was near immediately after seeing a Girl scout produced film on "blossoming". After the fallopian tube demo, they launched into the hideous thong belty thing, how to secure it with saftey pins and how to "obscure" the ridiculous roll of toilet paper between yer legs. All pretty S & M in hindsite.

I should delete that last post, but heck why not get my dirty laundry out there eh?.. Whose the first to say TMI?

What is TMI?

With a schizophrenic mother who had NO mother skills, I got my first eriod P having never heard of such a thing. Was bleeding. Went in to tell her, "Goodbye, I'm dying." She handed me the belt and the pad and told me I'd be doing this the rest of my life. I thought she meant everyday. So when it stopped, I thought again I was dying.

Peaches, I shouldn't laugh, but in hindsight, that is pretty funny.

My TMI is that when I decided to switch to tampons, my Dad had to tell me how to use them (through the closed bathroom door, of course.) I was 14. Thanks, Absent Mom, for that bit of humiliation!

We had a mortifying mother-daughter "tea" at my grade school. We had to sit thru a movie and afterward we had refreshments. All I remember is being totally embarrassed. When it started, I just used the supplies kept in the bathroom and didn't tell anyone but my best friend, who informed me that Aunt Flo had been visiting for over a year at her house. I felt like such a child. Never talked about it with my mom until probably after I'd had babies.

Lush is probably cringing about now. She doesn't like to talk about period sponges or nuttin'.

I developed really fast and had stretch marks on my br**sts and I thought I had br**st cancer for over a year. I never told a soul about it - I would have rather died than talked about boobies at that age.

I suffered thru my first day saying nothing..then in true DRAMATIC fashion ran into my mothers bedroom (hyperventiling natch) saying I LOST CONTROL OF MY BOWELS!!!! LOOK! LOOK AT THESE UNNAHWEAH!! My sister on the other hand kept it a secret..ho hum she got hers before me.. and no one knew.

Cowpeach..I'm laughing and totally understand.. its like you hit my funny bone darlin..

If nobody tell sme what TMI means I'm coming through the monitor and grabbing those chicken bones.

Ok I'm on a roll now: I can't BAKE..There I said it! I have deluded myself over the years. I every so often Christmas attempt to bake cookies or a pie.. disaster ensues.

I just took out a batch of peanut butter blossom cookies.. they weren't even in fer the minimum time... THEY ARE BURNT. DH sauntered out of the bedroom (sequestered there since I must have my holiday music on and REFUSE to listen to Lou Dobbs today ) Sniffing the air --quite drolling said: Ya tried to bake something didn't ya heh heh heh..." FRICKAFRACKing I went, as I proceeded to scrap and chip the stupid PB blossoms into the Garbage and PUT away all the eggs and Butter..sigh
PS Wabby: I too got stretch marks .. I began to develop in 3rd grade.. and thought I had TUMORS.

Peachie: Too Much Information!

wow---such christmassy messages today------------eriod P sponge person will be advertising in no time-----THE BONES ARE PINK CINNAMON HARD CANDY ON THE OUTSIDE AND CHOCOLATE ON THE INSIDE------------ I REALLY WANT TO MAIL THEM FROM CANADA BUT I AM SCARED------------MY MOM GOES TO CALAIS EVERY WEEK,SO STAY TUNED----I HAVE SIX KIDS AND HAVE WRAPPED NOTHING----SHOULD I JUST FORGET IT???

make them close their eyes and guess...

what does your mom do in Calais???? Does she have a beau?

Buy those Christmas bags. Your mom can get them at Walmart in Calias and thorw the stuff in those.

NOW THIS IS SERIOUS>>> DS's gf came over and she is perfffect. Adorable. Speaks 6 languages. 3 conversationally. German is one. ANDNDNDNDND she has decided she has finisehd high school and will be leaving for college at the end of the month. This is too sad. What I picked up is that she lives with aunt and uncle and is a Cinderella child. Has to do all the cooking and everything. Wants to move out. But she's so sweet and we just met her !!!!

Now it is morning. No one posted all night so I have nothing to read here.

I feel such a sense of loss!! I just met this girl and now she's going away and she's soooooooooo sweet, I just want her to move in. Plus, DS is as quiet as ever and I don't know what his plans are. He didn't tell me she finished highschool, for example. I don't know if he's thinking about going to the college where she'll be and, if so, I worry that she'll meet another guy before he gets there. Worry worry worry.

I tag Bagz to post.