You know, that tooth fairy is SO t3h suck!! Sigh. She forgot AGAIN! Can you believe it? It doesn't help that Mollusc has been losing teeth like someone from a trailer park in Lower Sandusky, but SHEESH! You'd think after that last fiasco the blasted fairy'd get her act together. And guess what? Mollusc lost ANOTHER FREAKING TOOTH today. O. M. G.
Boys - this next bit may be uncomfortable for you, so unless you have a daughter or 2, you may be happier skipping on to the next section. Gosh, come to think of it, I don't think any of my regulars have girls who have yet to reach menarche. OK, so this is just me talking to myself, I guess. And there are always the lurkers, LOL! Ooh and the Googlers! And some of you with no kids may someday be having girls. :-) Oh, FRANK! You have LOTS of girls! I'd love input from you and Cindy. Hey, maybe AM Girl could put together a gift basket for their catalogue! OK, so. . .
My poor girl Mollusc was feeling unwell today, and I actually thought I was going to be planning a Red Party way sooner than expected. Though really it isn't way sooner, I guess. There have been signs. Still, I was thinking the whole process took longer. First thing I said to myself when she told me her abdomen was feeling crampy was "I'm not ready for this!" I thought I'd have my act together, you know? I've been planning on planning for this since forever. But do I, in fact, have a plan? Only a vague one. I meant to have a menarche bracelet ready, a little "pamper yourself" basket, candles, a pretty journal, a ritual -- a plan!
As it turns out, I think this was a false alarm, but it was good because it's kicked me into getting prepared. Thing is, I'm not sure who would be comfortable attending a Red Party. Seems like most of the people I know IRL are pretty mainstream. Are you mainstream? Would you feel weird about being invited to something like this? (girls/women only would be invited) My crunchy friends are pretty much all online. If we still lived in Madison, I could have invited a couple of Amity mamas, but I don't anymore. So I'm considering talking to some TKD moms of similarly aged daughters to see if they'd be interested. Though it could still be a couple of years off. . . My sis will come out, I know that. So maybe it will just be the girls from our family. Maybe I could get one of the SILs to come. And my neice. Can't do it at MIL's house, unfortunately, cuz she'd no doubt think it was some kind of vooddo and hoodoo ceremony. Not that she's all churchy by any means - just a bit (read VERY) phobic about anything not mainstream, LOL!
Anyway, I've got some good links if any of you want to file them away and I'd love input/ideas. We have been planning a tradition of letting the girls choose to get their ears pierced at that point, too.
OK, NEXT SECTION ;-)
Today Freegan came to the deck and cleaned out the food bowl. He's hurt one of his front paws somehow, but I don't think it's anything too dreadful considering he's eating. And he's getting around fine on 3 legs for now. Also a little *wee* baby raccoon came on his own. I'm taking votes for names now. He was climbing all over and trilling - sooo cute!! Now's your chance to name a baby raccoon! No pics - he's a little skittish yet.
TKD was fun. TShsmom, guess what?? John's pull is healing like your dh's did. It's been 3 days and he was able to do class and sparring! He was a little worried, but things went well. Huzzah!
Oy, my face was beet red for about 15 mins after sparring and it felt like me ears were actually *glowing.* We worked pretty hard. :-) And my knee cooperated very nicely!!
I helped with Little Kid class as usual tonight and when I got home to pick up the rest of the family for John's and my class, Sluggie and the Prawn were sitting at the table COVERED with blue dots and looking a bit hangdog. Too bad I dinna think to snap a picture. I asked what happened and John said "I thought it would be better if they talked to you about this one." LOL! Cursed Crayola™ and their cursed stamper markers, may their factories be forever plagued by the smell of Limburger cheese. OK, it wasn't really a bad thing - I mean, they were just very, very spotty. But it's fun to make up curses, so. . .
Don't forget to submit names for the baby raccoon. And, hey, what's your favourite curse?