tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259217.post2348160260352733442..comments2023-10-03T07:23:16.968-07:00Comments on BREATHE DEEP: Ta Da!Judy McCrary Koeppen MS SLP Sage Therapyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07676186836546670650noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259217.post-29152181370871093832007-11-09T11:28:00.000-08:002007-11-09T11:28:00.000-08:00OMG, this was one of the ones I read a couple of w...OMG, this was one of the ones I read a couple of weeks ago on the Can I sit with you blog that had me in tears...I lived this right alongside you.<BR/><BR/>You rock. :)Karolihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16709478610875267603noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259217.post-15237825667153733762007-10-09T15:04:00.000-07:002007-10-09T15:04:00.000-07:00I tried to leave this really cool reply and lost i...I tried to leave this really cool reply and lost it because I couldn't get logged in. Anyway, love this--you are such a write. What I can say is that I started the M thing at 16 and was so shamed of that. My mom said she heard me on the phone one day telling a friend I couldn't go out because I had cramps. I wanted them to all think I had started! And I got a bra at who knows what age, only because I was the only girl in the class without one. I had NO BOOBS. It was horrifying. The boys loved boobs. That is what I remember! jbwMariposahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10357356805861762081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259217.post-74755982895136600482007-10-03T23:15:00.000-07:002007-10-03T23:15:00.000-07:00This is great!This is great!doubletroublehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03476984669401567278noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259217.post-55845695154174466002007-10-03T18:45:00.000-07:002007-10-03T18:45:00.000-07:00LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT! You recaptured my jr. hig...LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT! You recaptured my jr. high experience so perfectly. I loved the Wallaby detail... I thought I was the only one who remembered those. <BR/>Aparantly, though, my jr. high experience hasn't come to an end yet since last month when I was at a concert at the Mt Winery I reached into my pocket to get cash for my beer and a tampon flew out and landed on the ground smack in between the two rows of people in line. I thought I would just play it cool and ignore it until I heard a voice bellow from the back of one of the lines, "Hey! You just dropped something!!" to which every person in both lines looked down to see if it might be them who dropped the "something". In that half the people in line were men, they knew the tampon couldn't possibly be theirs. The other half of the people didn't seem to be MEN-STRU-A-TING, so that left me. I proudly reached down and picked up my tampon and turned around and yelled "THANK YOU!" to the asshole at the back.<BR/>xo<BR/>cAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00000112433065100942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259217.post-15269910532519585522007-10-03T07:55:00.000-07:002007-10-03T07:55:00.000-07:00"But I was certain ... everyone in the entire scho..."But I was certain ... everyone in the entire school knew, and cared, that I was MENS-TRU-A-TING."<BR/><BR/>ah, yes, this is a familiar morbid fear. you put it so well! i even notice a touch of this sometimes if i'm buying sanitary items (SAN-I-TAR-Y) from a male grocery clerk... the horror! does he suspect? let's not even talk about buying con-dums (DUM DUM).<BR/><BR/>mbmbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15506232089082821704noreply@blogger.com