a tradition, nay a weekly national holiday devised by lilu. all the TMIs are apparently here for your viewing pleasure. my second foray into the awesomely bad TMI. here goes...
my mom is embarrassing. i love her. a bunch. but she can be very, very, very embarrassing. there are certain words that she says that make my skin crawl. example: soiled. eeeeew! gives me the heebeejeebies.
my parents lived in portugal when my brother was born. my mother told me a story about the apartment they were living in being robbed. she said, “they left soiled sanitary napkins,” with such description and horror that i have never been the same again. soiled. bleaheghedck.
so, when she taught me about my period the stage was set for horribleness and embarrassment and general nogoodness. i honestly don’t remember like the exact date and time i got my first period or anything. that whole era is a blur. i do remember how my mom scared me off tampons for a long, long time. she was trying to explain about all things periody and she delved into tampons. i don’t know who said what about anything (i don’t think i said much).
all of the sudden she had her right foot on top of the tub ledge and a tampon in her hand explaining to me about proper tampon placeage. i wanted to die. performing some sort of interpretive tampon dance,* she says, “you just have to do kind of like this or you can sit and do it, too!” unabashed at my face of horror.
i didn’t use tampons until i had to swim for a summer camp where i was a (paid) counselor. now i just use a cup.** that right there, is why we call it TMI jerks.
on a related note, the moment i knew chuck and i were for reals was the moment when he came home from the grocery store with tampons. of his own volition. i mentioned, in passing, on a friday night that i was almost out of tampons because i had forgotten to stop at the store. he came in saturday morning (while letting me sleep in) with tampons. they were the wrong kind (huge and cardboard) but they were tampons. that chuckers had purchased. in a store. for me.
*for the record, we were both fully clothed.
**it’s better for the environment and i wrote a very helpful and informative review here. T… M… I…

9 comments:
Oh that is incredibly embarrassing! I think my grandmother just threw some pads in my direction HA!
Oh goodness. That's something my mom would never do..when she saw my pubic hair for the first time when I was 11, she panicked. I dunno why.
I remember when I started my "lady time" my mom comes home with a box the size of a freight train and says, "put one of these in your underwear" and I swear, she produced a napkin the same thickness as a house brick. I have no idea where she even FOUND pads that thick (Maybe she went back to 1959???), but as I had no choice at the time I submitted and had to walk like I was constipated for five days. I'm only grateful we never had the tampon talk. Phew. No, I had to figure that joy out by myself.
Honestly, that is one of the sweetest things ever. I knew I liked Chuck.
Happy TMIT!
cassie- i think that's what i'll do with my child i may even just leave them "around" and see what, if anything, happens.
demi- pubic hair is pretty scary.
TVA- i think i had some of those and i was still checking between every class and sometimes during class to see if there was any leakage. eek
lilu- he's such a thoughtful boy
He's a keeper!
i know, right? :)
All right, I now have a TMI to share. Mothers and periods...embarrassing daughters since the dawn of time.
Actually, I have many. MANY. But I discovered two weeks ago that my aunt reads my blog and I would hate to kill her at an early age with my stories.
Damn censorship.
He seriously bough you tampons?!
THAT is love.
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