Tigpuppy
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Oh Jess you poor thing! That's horrible!
My own first experience wasn't too bad I guess. I had complained of stinging and itching on my chest to my mother and she noticed that I was starting to develop when I showed her where the itching was. Well, she had developed early as well, but her mother refused to let her wear a bra until she was 14 years old. She suffered thru years of riding on bumpy school buses, in tractors and on the backs of hay wagons without proper support. She said it was VERY painful, and she has aweful stretch marks and scars from it and she vowed she would NEVER make a daughter of hers go thru that - so the second my sisters and I showed signs of 'blossoming' she hauled us into the local department store to be fitted for our little training bras. One white, one beige.
The training bras they have available today are SO much cuter than what we had back then. I'm not ready for her to have any of the matching bra/thong panty sets that I saw though. Not at 10 years old. If she wants to wear that kind of thing, she'll have to buy it herself.
Growing up I had an agreement with my mother. If she paid for the clothes, she picked them. If I wanted to choose my own clothes, I had to pay for them. She had me in these aweful ruffles and bows all the time, and always dressed me and my sister (2 years younger than me) in identical clothes - which we both HATED. That's probably why I've had a job since I was 12 years old! LOL!
But I think it was a good arrangement. It taught me a lot about being responsible for myself and my things. It taught me how to budget my money for things that I wanted, about shopping around and getting the best price for the best quality. I'd like to have a similar arrangement with my kids as they grow up - though not necessarily with them having jobs. They are pretty hard to come by in our area, especially for teens. Instead we may have to work out a deal where they help out more around the farm and get paid for it. We'll see...
The weather was actually pretty nice today and I walked out to help hubby feed the cattle. It got my blood pumping and put me in the mood for a run, so I didn't have any trouble hopping on the ol' treadmill when I got back for a nice 3.5 mile jaunt. I felt fabulous and would have liked to go further but I didn't have enough time. The minions were demanding to be fed.
Eating has been terrible this weekend - too much leftover birthday cake and too many no bake cookies. I should REALLY step on the scale tomorrow, but I'm kind of dreading it.
My own first experience wasn't too bad I guess. I had complained of stinging and itching on my chest to my mother and she noticed that I was starting to develop when I showed her where the itching was. Well, she had developed early as well, but her mother refused to let her wear a bra until she was 14 years old. She suffered thru years of riding on bumpy school buses, in tractors and on the backs of hay wagons without proper support. She said it was VERY painful, and she has aweful stretch marks and scars from it and she vowed she would NEVER make a daughter of hers go thru that - so the second my sisters and I showed signs of 'blossoming' she hauled us into the local department store to be fitted for our little training bras. One white, one beige.
The training bras they have available today are SO much cuter than what we had back then. I'm not ready for her to have any of the matching bra/thong panty sets that I saw though. Not at 10 years old. If she wants to wear that kind of thing, she'll have to buy it herself.
Growing up I had an agreement with my mother. If she paid for the clothes, she picked them. If I wanted to choose my own clothes, I had to pay for them. She had me in these aweful ruffles and bows all the time, and always dressed me and my sister (2 years younger than me) in identical clothes - which we both HATED. That's probably why I've had a job since I was 12 years old! LOL!
But I think it was a good arrangement. It taught me a lot about being responsible for myself and my things. It taught me how to budget my money for things that I wanted, about shopping around and getting the best price for the best quality. I'd like to have a similar arrangement with my kids as they grow up - though not necessarily with them having jobs. They are pretty hard to come by in our area, especially for teens. Instead we may have to work out a deal where they help out more around the farm and get paid for it. We'll see...
The weather was actually pretty nice today and I walked out to help hubby feed the cattle. It got my blood pumping and put me in the mood for a run, so I didn't have any trouble hopping on the ol' treadmill when I got back for a nice 3.5 mile jaunt. I felt fabulous and would have liked to go further but I didn't have enough time. The minions were demanding to be fed.
Eating has been terrible this weekend - too much leftover birthday cake and too many no bake cookies. I should REALLY step on the scale tomorrow, but I'm kind of dreading it.
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everything else does though!

Believe me - it wasn't a pretty signt. SO I ended up being right at maintenance (or slightly over) for the day.
Love ya, woman! You are the best!