tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398584.post949190870460958087..comments2023-08-05T13:08:16.914-02:00Comments on Calling People Names: I must, I must, I must increase my bust!Alysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05318995922395308120noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398584.post-51308841747269774142009-11-13T16:47:01.800-02:002009-11-13T16:47:01.800-02:00Cringe....great blog! (I am allergic to urinals th...Cringe....great blog! (I am allergic to urinals though).<br />Check out my dating disasters if you get a minute: plentymorefishoutofwater.blogspot.com/Plentymorefishoutofwaterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13082519518524749450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398584.post-53422971656580193432009-11-12T18:13:09.776-02:002009-11-12T18:13:09.776-02:00Dear Ally,
It's me, Erin.Dear Ally,<br />It's me, Erin.erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00513388452402495090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398584.post-10669065465739351792009-11-12T14:01:34.757-02:002009-11-12T14:01:34.757-02:00This comment has been removed by the author.Alysonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05318995922395308120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398584.post-754882104810355602009-11-12T10:11:01.416-02:002009-11-12T10:11:01.416-02:00Oh gosh I remember those days of myself and with m...Oh gosh I remember those days of myself and with my daughter.The Peach Tarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01587235197620014751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398584.post-24649830797562032012009-11-12T06:58:10.287-02:002009-11-12T06:58:10.287-02:00If only I had sparkler every time I wanted to stab...If only I had sparkler every time I wanted to stab someone in the hand...<br />It wouldn't happen that often, but I would remember each time fondly.jgmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00147279689919262679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398584.post-72262834371337547912009-11-12T06:33:58.300-02:002009-11-12T06:33:58.300-02:00Oh Lord. I was the opposite, I wanted to put off t...Oh Lord. I was the opposite, I wanted to put off the dreaded bra for as long as possible. I was a tomboy girl and boobies did not factor into my life at all. I was annoyed as holy shit when they started growing and I started wearing t-shirts instead of tank tops in the vain hope no one would notice. The training bra thing was when I was about 12 and I was mortified. It was like a big, old, nasty pink band that strapped you down like a sports bra. Those things are horrendous. <br /><br />I feel bad for laughing at your poor miracle story but man, that was funny. Dads are just horrible.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398584.post-78070181540066314862009-11-11T23:27:01.123-02:002009-11-11T23:27:01.123-02:00I love me a Judy Blume reference.
Your daughter i...I love me a Judy Blume reference.<br /><br />Your daughter is hilarious.hmla2599https://www.blogger.com/profile/13059799766743811221noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398584.post-42920687043597393172009-11-11T22:24:59.668-02:002009-11-11T22:24:59.668-02:00I got my training bra for my 13th birthday. My fa...I got my training bra for my 13th birthday. My father gave it to me. I was mortified. After I finally started my period at 14, I asked my mom when I was going to get bigger breasts. she told me by now they were as big as they were going to get. Oh crap! Skinny, curly hair and no tits. Teenagehood was the pits. I'm still flat chested but at least I don't have to wear a bra. shit, they don't make a small enough cup size.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398584.post-64741374378610171172009-11-11T21:46:02.481-02:002009-11-11T21:46:02.481-02:00I had my first bra at 11! My mum gave me her '...I had my first bra at 11! My mum gave me her 'wedding' bra. I used to sneak in the bathroom and take it off. Those laces were scratching my skin. I was mortified because at 11 I was wearing my mum's bra and she was 22 or 23 when she got married!P.Thttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17723953585584026227noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398584.post-87682467005165847612009-11-11T18:31:12.169-02:002009-11-11T18:31:12.169-02:00The bigger the better, the tighter the sweater, th...The bigger the better, the tighter the sweater, the boys are depending on us!LoveAndBoozehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01964160666259747673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398584.post-82882700315409105252009-11-11T18:20:30.023-02:002009-11-11T18:20:30.023-02:00The Miracle at 154, huh? That's just too funny...The Miracle at 154, huh? That's just too funny.<br /><br />Very nice post.Hunterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04972014921625123242noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398584.post-12850319649397549032009-11-11T17:47:37.120-02:002009-11-11T17:47:37.120-02:00That is a real adventure story. Pretty early for ...That is a real adventure story. Pretty early for her image concerns, you will be a very busy young mommy for a long time, so enjoy it all!<br /><br />SecretiaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398584.post-33293319281785110962009-11-11T17:19:18.328-02:002009-11-11T17:19:18.328-02:00I've vowed never to do anything like that with...I've vowed never to do anything like that with my daughter. Ever.<br /><br />She already has her "brassieres". They're not bras. They're "brassieres". Because we're classy like that.<br /><br />Daddy dies a little inside every time she says it.MJenkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12761003604210840898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398584.post-89071122511345325182009-11-11T17:18:55.490-02:002009-11-11T17:18:55.490-02:00AHAHAAA geez. traumatic.AHAHAAA geez. traumatic.miss. chiefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07640004739888576783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398584.post-59741955411561380702009-11-11T17:13:44.953-02:002009-11-11T17:13:44.953-02:00That sounds really awkward. But I wonder what sin...That sounds really awkward. But I wonder what single dads with girl children do? The kid would either have to remain a tomboy forever, or the guy would have to remarry or something. Yikes.<br /><br />ps - I know I didn't write a guest post or anything, but in your video, could you show a bit of leg? Thanks, that is all.Erichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09174000870387556118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398584.post-29123316478884801182009-11-11T16:52:24.073-02:002009-11-11T16:52:24.073-02:00Loved your story and the laughs. I'm happy to...Loved your story and the laughs. I'm happy to have found your blog!Susan Higginshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07019940790074997076noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398584.post-5323491179149844352009-11-11T16:49:36.119-02:002009-11-11T16:49:36.119-02:00Goodness gracious. I love this.
"finally I ...Goodness gracious. I love this. <br /><br />"finally I took my sparkler and stabbed her in the hand with it"<br /><br />It's so jarring and yet so satisfying. Why are little children so malicious?Andrew K.https://www.blogger.com/profile/01104647944747041277noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398584.post-79930257458122311692009-11-11T16:41:44.950-02:002009-11-11T16:41:44.950-02:00I remember a particularly mortifying family lunch,...I remember a particularly mortifying family lunch, at which my gran had one or two glasses of sweet sherry. over dessert she casually asked 11 year old me if I had started my periods yet. Because I was started to get little 'nubbins in the front'. In front of the entire family. I choked on my spotted dick.sashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14830020017743741010noreply@blogger.com