SMILES ON A SATURDAY... BUT BE WARNED....

 
Today I'm going to tell of when I learned about (gasp)
*Over the Shoulder Boulder Holders*

Now, for some of you, this my be too much of a 'blushing' issue.
So this is a warning to move on to the next blog,
go find something else to read, or even pace the floor,
wondering how I dare talk about such a thing...

But for the rest of you, I hope you can laugh along with me
and maybe even relate...


I've told on here how I was such a tomboy,
how my Mom only wanted boys...
Eight of 'em! Well, I was the first...

Here's picture of me at age 5.
It's blurry because I don't have a scanner.
So this is a picture of a picture.

 

But it will give you an idea of me with my cropped hair, 

striped T-shirt and blue jeans. I have boots on but you can't tell. 

Oh, and that cute baby is my little brother, Mom's only boy...

Now you see why Mom never talked to me much about *girl* stuff. 

But you have to understand, she was raised by Nuns. I don't think she quite knew how to tell me stuff.Never did ask her how she learned...

So, here I am, this little tomboy who was usually with the boy cousins anyway. 

Skipping along life as it comes and just dealing with it. And my Aunt, who was also raised by Nuns, didn't tell me much either. But life was fun and I could keep up with them boys

in whatever they decided to do. Until I got about 11 years old....

Things started happening to my body. I felt EVERYONE could see all the changes, but no one said anything. And the boys didn't treat me any different. We still got in fights and wrestled and climbed trees and up onto old buildings and stuff. So life goes on.

Until one day my Aunt said I had to go to town with her. That was a fun thing to do since it didn't happen much. But this time was different. The boys weren't going with us.

But she wouldn't tell me why or what we were going for. 

By the time we finally got there and went into the JC Pennys store, I wanted to be anywhere else in the world, just not there, for the reason she finally told me.

I followed her to the *Ladies* area and she started looking at... Braziers! 

I just knew everyone in the store was looking at us. I could feel my face getting so red. 

Then this lady come and asks if we need any help.. NO! There's no way I want someone helping me do this! But Aunt Marie started asking questions and they looked at me, then at the bra's, then said something about helping me find the right one...

NO NO NO!!! 

How can she be doing this to me? There's NO way I'm letting them go in the dressing room! I want to be back home climbing trees, and walking the ditches looking for stuff 

and seeing who can win the wrestling match...

But this thing will get hooked on the branches and the boys will have to help me get down! 

And I'll have to start wearing ~ gasp ~ girl stuff and not get all muddy. 

And the boys won't want to let me get the best of them wrestling cause they'll know what's under my shirt! 

NO NO NO!

Ok, I'll go in to try them on... by myself...please! 

Aunt Marie, how am I suppose to put this thing on? It's too far down and not covering all of me..And these dumb strap things fall off my shoulders! And I can't see behind my back to do it up!

Oh, the embarrassment is almost more than I can stand. I close my eyes and imagine I'm running up the back road finding a good hiding place cause the boys said..

"Don't let us catch ya"

But, we leave the store with 3 new bras. 

All for me.

And I pout all the way home.

And I'll tell more tomorrow....

(O: