COMING OF AGE

I have contemplated different topics for my entry tonight (1) Preparing for Vegas (2) The Adventures of Bucket Head (3)Coming of Age. I’m in a out of box kind of mood tonight. How about number 3

Topic Number 3 COMING OF AGE

I was playing with BB’s children in the hot tub this weekend. He has two boys and a girl. The older boy is 15, the younger boy is 12 and his little girl is 5.

Let me set the stage for you: One hot tub, Two Pubescent boys,and one sexy women in her new Victoria Secret Bikini.

Side Notes:

I was raised with five sisters I had no brothers to observe this thing called puberty,this wonderful transformation of boy turning into man. A coming of age in a land of innocence. Yep, all new stuff for me to experience.

BB is incubating his two boys into manhood. Instructing them in his version of Lykis 101 his kids need to be depussyfied! Excuse my bluntness remember, I’m writing out of the box tonight. I have been a fly on the wall when he teaches them about sex, protection, the horrid details of getting a girl pregnant and becoming a daddy for a while or becoming a teenage father, paying child support. I particularly liked his discussions on not letting women hang your balls up on a mantle.

just got another blackberry beer. The cap went flying somewhere??

Ok lets get back to the hot tub. Apparently, I had really jacked up the boys’hormones during our playful frolic.

I changed the radio station to KISW SEATTLES BEST ROCK OH YES! AC/DC IS PLAYING DIRTY DEEDS DONE DIRT CHEAP-I’M IN HIGHSCHOOL AGAIN

Ok, sorry folks, back to the hot tub. I was catching the boys taking subtle looks at my body. Their mother is overweight so I could understand why all the coy looks. They seem to pay particular attention to my double D boobs. They boys forced me into many positions during our numerous water fights which prevented me from hiding under the jet bubbles and shielding my body from them.

Later in the evening,BB told me that he caught the boys spying on me when I was sitting in the hot tub alone messaging my breast. Yikes! I guess you could say they had some interesting dreams that night.

geesh..I’m really writing way out of the box–it’s the beer.

When the 15 year old boy was beginning his journey into manhood, I started noticing things when he was 12, I would find clues. One day I was looking for my Oprah magazine. Some how it mysteriously disappeared. I ended up finding it in the boys bathroom shoved in a drawer. I took the magazine back and replaced it with one of my Victoria Secret Catalogs.

My next clue was my missing bottle of Jergins lotion. No where to be found. (Mr Jerkins was not in his home.)No, it couldn’t be upstairs in the boys’ bathroom ???

I guess Mr Jerkins has a new home which is now residing next to the toilet in the boys’ bathroom. It has been there for quite some time now. I just don’t have the heart to take it back.

I have been thinking about my coming of age these last couple of days. Let me digress just a bit:

I remember Sister Nancy teaching the eigth grade girls “values class.” Some how she taught a sexuality course without taking about sex. Go Figure.

Mr S, the schools only male teacher, saved all us girls from having warped views on sex. He protested against the schools curriculum and fight for our rights to be educated with nothing but the hard core straight sex talk and lesson plans. Ya for Mr S!!!

I still laugh today when I think about how I got %100 on my sex test. YaHoo!!!

KISW IS NOW PLAYING MANDATORY METALLICA.

The summer of my the 9th grade was the summer of Dr Ruth and discovering her radio show Sexually Speaking This summer was a sizzling hot, a summer I will always remember. Every Sunday from 8-12 Dr Ruth Spewed out her incredible knowledge after all she is a sex therapist. I was most interested in this thing called orgasm. She went on and on about sex being something very pleasurable. Opps, I think Mr S forgot to teach us this part. I was glued to the radio, taking notes under my blanket. “A zucchini can be used for pleasure.”

Instead of reading the Hardy Boy Mysteries, I started to read Judy Blume books. All her youth, young adult and adult books. I remember reading her book FOREVER all the girls in school would pass this book around. The book was so dog-eared form being read so much. I read the book in one sitting. I was engulfed!

Enough for tonight. I’m missing Jag!