SILLY MEMORIES CONTINUED...

Ok, better finish up the *Rememberies* of the contraption invented by
Otto VonTitslinger.. (I'm quoting PJ here )....




Got home and did not want to even look at the boys. They weren't all that happy with me anyway cause I got to go to town and they had to stay home and do chores.
Then they wouldn't let me up in the tree...

And talk about uncomfortable. I walked around all day looking like some doofus, raising my shoulders up and down and squiggling around. This just ain't normal! And when the boys asked what I got in town I just gave them one of my looks...they knew not to keep asking.

I endured it till bedtime then off it came! Don't think I mentioned that one of them was a flowery thing that Aunt said would make me feel more like a young woman... I just wasn't ready for any of this. And the next day I struggled to get one on again. Who in their right mind thought of this anyway? Of course I learned later in life that it was a MAN..huh??

 

This  must be Otto...

Well, I tried to like them since I was told I had to wear them everyday...
But I just didn't. When I'd go out to play, first thing I'd do was go somewhere no one could see me, lift up the t-shirt and off it came! That's what back pockets are for anyway, right? Sometimes I'd get away with it, sometimes Aunt would ask if I had it on...

So anyway, that's how life was all summer. Then school started. And I learned in gym class that I wasn't the only female that had to endure the torture. And that some of them actually LIKED the dang things!  (insert the memory of the little chant..
"We must, we must, we must develope the Bust!") Then of course as things grow, you realize why the trip to Penny's was necessary...

Ok, now I'm jumping ahead through the years a bit.
Remember the late 60 and early 70's with all the *Ban the Bra* stuff?

Man I was one of the happiest women around! Finally some of these gals figured out we don't want to wear the useless things! WooHoo, ya, right on, burn them babies!! I only wore them when needed anyway..like during my many pregnancy's. And I was lucky enough that even after having kids, I could get away with it, smiling all the time.

Then came my 40th year of life...

Backing up a bit, I have to admit a stupid thing here.
I'd taken up smoking a few years before....YUCK!

 But when I turned 40, I decided it was time to quit. So I did....

Well, like most people, I gained some weight. Which wasn't bad cause I'd been skinny all my life anyway and a few extra pounds wasn't going to hurt. Except where it went....
Yep, I went from a C to a DD..me, the bra hater! I think the God's looked down and chuckled. Or maybe it's Karma in play here? Me hating to wear them all those years, now it's a must?

Now, most women would (and do) pay dearly for that *Blessing* My take on it?
TRY PACKING THESE GIRLS AROUND FOR AWHILE!
And having men forget you have eyes... and paying much more for the dreaded
*Boulder Holders*, which is what they became for me.

Then through my 50's ..of which I'm in the last year. And good old gravity...
Ok, more than you (or I ) want to know.
So I'll end this cause I think most of you can relate here.

Oh, but wait..I need to add just a little something more...

In answer to a couple of comments on the first post about this...the dreaded Period!

No, the 'raised by Nun's' mom and aunt never said a thing. The mom was actually not in the picture anymore by then and at the time I was living with my dad and kid brother.
I was almost 12.

Had a friend Linda who was a year and a half older than I. We were riding bikes one day

and stopped at my house to get a drink. I got off the bike and...yep, you guessed it...red!

I thought I was going to die..really. Had no idea what could be so wrong that I would be bleeding from 'there'. But Linda started laughing...so hard that she sat on the ground holding her sides and shaking her head. I was crying cause I wasn't ready to die and here she was laughing at me! Not sure who was the loudest, me crying or her laughing..

She finally contained her tears of laughter enough to tell me what it was...my period.
My what?... Huh?... Well, I don't want it!! No, I just know I'm gonna die and you think it's funny! Well, she finally convinced me to go to her house. Her Mom was home and would tell me all about it and she'd give me some pads. Some what? Huh? NO WAY! Oh man, this was worse than the bra thing!

Then came the day I was with my dad at the store and he said if I need anything to get it. Ummm...ok. I hurried and put the box up on the counter and wanted to be a little mouse hiding in a wall somewhere. I'll never forget the look on my dad's face when he saw them...

And life goes on. And we survive it so we can tell our funny stories.

Thanks for laughing with me.....