Showing posts with label baby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baby. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Beware the vagina apocalypse



GAAAAAAA…….it’s starting!

Vagina gate has officially entered our household.  

It was actually really appropriate that the first blog that I read this morning was Oh Noa’s blog (Vagina Pinata's) about throwing  a party when your daughter travels that mysterious road from being a cute little elementary school kid to one that is “swollen with evil, starts rotting, and the devil then takes them as a toxic vessel for his purpose”  

Otherwise known as the trip from girl to “womanhood”. 

AWW Baby


Last night, my 9 year old (almost 10) started screaming in the shower.  As I made a mad dash up the stairs screaming, “What’s wrong, what’s happening!!!”  I get to the door and hear this, “OMG 

(she actually says O-M-G) 





Mom, I have HAIR on my pee-pee!  I am thinking to myself, pffttt right….it’s just those soft downy baby hairs that most of them have all over their bodies.  You know, the cute stuff that makes them look all angelic and sweet and young.  No…it wasn’t.  It was a very sparse chemo kitty collection of wiry dark hair that has cropped up all over her crotch. 

I drew a picture of chemo kitty below for you all!



I am not ready for this, I am just not.  I am too young, I am too pretty, I am too afraid that they will cycle along with me and we will tip the balance of the universe with our axis of evil bitchiness.  


This will then catapult my younger daughter to rapidly enter the realm of “womanhood” and bring about the apocalypse with her menstrual anger.   I can barely contain myself, how the hell am I going to cope with the holy trifecta of gangsta vaginal anger?


What will selling cookies be like next year??

It’s bad enough that she has boobs.  Little baby booby lites that need trapping in a band aid bra, which I have to admit that I tell every family member just to cement her teenage angst against me.  

Oh, Auntie Lauren, did you see that Baby Girl has boobies now?  Aren’t they just so cute…quick baby, raise your arms so that everyone can see how cute your little boobies are!





Of course, I am exaggerating (kinda, sorta….umm…yeah)  and is it not bad enough that I have to remind them about personal odor and wiping.  But now, I have to instruct them on the use of tampons and the importance of cleaning the massive bloody mess that your crotch becomes during this time??  I can’t even get them to wipe their asses!

purchase by the case baby..by the case




I will need wine, fuck that shit, I will need ever clear to withstand this Def Con Monstration.  







And no, I will not be throwing a red tent party. 

Oh yeah, if you got any HABO (Help a Bitch Out) advice…..I wouldn’t turn you down.

SOB, SOB, SOB

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Yes, It's my Birthday!!




Yes, I am shamelessly stating that today is my birthday.  And as such, I will be partying it up with my family somewhere in the foothills.  If I feel so inclined and the pictures don't turn out too mortifying.  I will share them. 

But for today - it's my Birthday Bitches....

And just to tell you how special I am, the exact minute that I was born an explosion rocked the hospital so hard that the operating room went dark, the doctor was holding me in his hands and was unable to see until the emergency generator kicked on and they whisked me away.  Poor Mommy, first baby, only 19 years old, emergency C-section that ends up with your baby being born amid explosions and you can't even see her.

So if you wonder why my personality is so explosive.....here you go......

From the news wire:

On that fateful day April 28, 1973, a 103 car train, 21 of which contained bombs en route to the Concord Naval Weapons Station arrived at the Antelope receiving yards in Roseville, Ca at 6:30 a.m.  Loaded with about 300 bombs per car, or 7,000 total.  At 8:04 a.m., the bombs started exploding after a boxcar caught fire.  The massive explosions created huge plumes of smoke, destroying building, mangled rail sections and left huge craters in the ground.  The explosions caused damage to 5500 buildings up to 6,800 feet  (2,070 miles) away.  The cause of the initial car fire has never been determined.



Sources:  Wikipedia and the Auburn Journal Historical Section.

My birth certificate cites the time of my birth at 8:04 a.m.