I'm such a shitty blogger. Honestly, I worry too much that what I blog about no one is interested in so I just rather not blog at all. I'm perfectly happy reading everybody else's blogs. But, I will continue blogging just so I don't look like a stalker when I comment on other's blogs.
In other news . . .
G will be getting braces. We go back in another week and start on the impressions, etc. She has a overbite and crowding with misalignment of her bite that needs to be corrected. Then at the end of May, the braces go on. Now to figure out how we are going to pay for it. Still thinking on that.
Do you remember watching the puberty video when you were 10,11 years old? I sure do. I also remember reading Judy Blume's, Are You There God? It's Me Margaret, over and over again. Oh, those were the days - so foolishly excited to become a woman!
Well after much bitching and whining from Gabby that she already knew about all that, we went through the puberty class last night. For someone who complained so much about not wanting to go, she sure was all ears and tried to answer every question on the quiz. There is only one girl in her class that has already started her period and has boobs. The rest of them, Gabby included, are trying to pretend they have boobs by wearing bras. Gabby has mosquito bites but Grandma (my mom) seems to think she needs to start wearing a bra so I broke down a got her a couple. Other signs like mood swings, headaches, and zits lead me to believe that this summer is going to bring about many changes for my girl.
D and I are going ghost hunting this Saturday. We are going back to the Original Springs Hotel in Okawville, IL. We visited it for the first time in January and had some interesting experiences. Since that time we have joined a paranormal/ghost hunting/debunking group and this is are first trip as members of PROSCI. We are staying the night there too so that will be nice. I just hope we can get some sleep when we are ready to turn in. We don't get away much and I am so looking forward to some alone time, if you know what I mean.