{"id":226,"date":"2005-04-30T11:18:00","date_gmt":"2005-04-30T18:18:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=226"},"modified":"2006-04-03T22:49:54","modified_gmt":"2006-04-04T05:49:54","slug":"111488715758911133","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=226","title":{"rendered":"111488715758911133"},"content":{"rendered":"

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hee heeee…heeeee heeee hee. MAhahahahahahhahaha. HAHAHHAHAHAHA.<\/p>\n

I don’t know why this is so funny. It could be that she’s actually handling this situation MUCH better than I did. She’s cracking jokes and being honest with me.<\/p>\n

I don’t remember being this open about it when it happened to me. I remember thinking my life was going to end and life now officially sucked. I didn’t want to talk about it, I just wanted to go to sleep and wake up and it be all over.<\/p>\n

Talking the girls, I tried to tell them stories that would prepare them for this. I told them I was SOOOO afraid that people would know I had one on. I would take those big ass Serta mattresses the Fonz bought me and I would put them in my science book and sit on it. I was the original designer of the ‘thin maxi’.
\nI also told them the time I forgot I had put them in there and Matt Chesnut found them.
\nGirls should be able to talk about it as it’s everyday stuff and not be embarrassed.<\/p>\n

My life would have been so much easier if I didn’t give a shit that I had no boobs. I wish now that I was brave enough to say, “I have no boobies. My sister has no boobies. My mother has long boobies. If you don’t like what I look like in this shirt…go fuck yourself.” I wasn’t that brave though. I wore big t-shirts and big jackets in hopes that the boys wouldn’t notice that I had no boobies. I broke the news to Kara about not having boobs.<\/a><\/p>\n

My life would have also been so much easier if I wasn’t terrified every single month. If I could just joke about it. If I didn’t care if people knew. If I could just get over my insecurities and just laugh about it.
\nA few months ago the girls were talking about all the girls that had ‘pink week’ and blah…blah…blah… This is when I told them the stories about being embarrassed, scared, unable to talk about it, unable to find the humor in anything. I knew they listened, but I think Kara actually took it to heart.<\/p>\n

After talking about it SO maturely about it she gives out a dramatic whine and laughs, “I hate you by the way…because you’re laughing and I’m sure YOU had some sort of say in how much this hurts.” She laughed again and gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked away, moaning and holding her back like an old lady.<\/p>\n

It was one of those classic moments I will remember forever. I said loudly, “Shut up and take a midol you big whiner!”<\/p>\n

She turned and laughed at me and said, “Where you hiding yours mom? You big whiner!”<\/p>\n

She’s been joking with me all morning. She actually listened to what I said.<\/p>\n

I’m documenting this day because I am sure this will never happened again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

hee heeee…heeeee heeee hee. MAhahahahahahhahaha. HAHAHHAHAHAHA. I don’t know why this is so funny. It could be that she’s actually handling this situation MUCH better than I did. She’s cracking jokes and being honest with me. I don’t remember being this open about it when it happened to me. I remember thinking my life was going to end and life now officially sucked. I didn’t want to talk about it, I just wanted to go to sleep and wake up and it be all over. Talking the girls, I tried to tell them stories that would prepare them for this. I told them I was SOOOO afraid that people would know I had one on. I would take those big ass Serta mattresses the Fonz bought me and I would put them in my science book and sit on it. I was the original designer of the ‘thin maxi’. I also told them the time I forgot I had put them in there and Matt Chesnut found them. Girls should be able to talk about it as it’s everyday stuff and not be embarrassed. My life would have been so much easier if I didn’t give a shit that I had no boobs. I wish now that I was brave enough to say, “I have no boobies. My sister has no boobies. My mother has long boobies. If you don’t like what I look like in this shirt…go fuck yourself.” I wasn’t that brave though. I wore big t-shirts and big jackets in hopes that the boys wouldn’t notice that I had no boobies. I broke the news to Kara about not having boobs. My life would have also been so much easier if I wasn’t terrified every single month. If I could just joke about it. If I didn’t care if people knew. If I could just get over my insecurities and just laugh about it. A few months ago the girls were talking about all the girls that had ‘pink week’ and blah…blah…blah… This is when I told them the stories about being embarrassed, scared, unable to talk about it, unable to find the humor in anything. I knew they listened, but I think Kara actually took it to heart. After talking about it SO maturely about it she gives out a dramatic whine and laughs, “I hate you by the way…because you’re laughing and I’m sure YOU had some sort of say in how much this hurts.” She laughed again and gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked away, moaning and holding her back like an old lady. It was one of those classic moments I will remember forever. I said loudly, “Shut up and take a midol you big whiner!” She turned and laughed at me and said, “Where you hiding yours mom? You big whiner!” She’s been joking with me all morning. She actually listened to what I said. I’m documenting this day because I am sure this will never happened again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-226","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-random"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/226","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=226"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/226\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=226"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=226"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=226"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}