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(Before I continue with my post, I have to apologize to my readers reader (Hi Dear, thanks for reading! Don't forget to take out the trash!) for not posting in a long while. I've been extremely busy at work and extremely tired at night. I mean, I haven't even had time to catch up on my DVR recordings of 90210 and Tori and Dean: Home Sweet Hollywood. It's a tragedy, really, it is!)

So far, at 21 weeks, we have had at least 2 ultrasounds where the ultrasound tech and/or doctor has been 95% sure that we are having a girl. I guess that means that we are having a girl. This thought terrifies me. I have always dreamed of having a house full of boys, so of course, we will end up with all girls. I'm sure of it.

The thought of raising a daughter has always terrified me. Being a girl is hard and it's only gotten harder since I grew up. You can't just hand a girl a football and have everything be okay. You have to deal with the angst, the hormones, the mean girls, the pms, the hormones, the boy problems, the drama, the hormones, and everything else that I can't think of right now. How on Earth can a parent protect a daughter from all of the horrible things that can happen to girls growing up? This is something that really worries me.

To top it off, I have always kindof had a dislike* for middle-school aged girls. Maybe this is a dislike that has developed recently with the current generation of spoiled brats, but I can't stand to be around middle-school aged girls. Brett has always thought that I was being negative or crazy when I admitted this flaw, but I think he may have seen the light last week.

On Labor Day we decided to go see a movie in the early afternoon. The theater was packed and the line was long. Lucky us, we got in line for popcorn right behind 2 girls that were no older than 12 or 13. I knew right away that the wait was going to be long and this was not going to be good.

Immediately I noticed that the girls in front of us were wearing outfits that cost more than I probably make in a week. They matched from head to toe, down to their navy blue flip flops. One of the girls was wearing a Calvin Klein bra. I have never owned anything from Calvin Klein, let alone a bra. The entire time in line the girls were giggling and chattering away in valley girl speak. I believe the one on the left said the following words, "Do you think that _____ is mad at me? I swear she is mad at me!" about 45 times. Within 10 minutes I was ready to jump the counter and stuff my ears with popcorn and ju ju bees.

I decided not to comment on how annoyed I was getting to Brett because of his past reactions to such comments. However, at one point I turned to look at him and he had this pained expression on his face and he said, "Man, this is going to be hard." I didn't even have to ask, I just laughed and said, "I told you so."

A few minutes later and the two girls reached the counter to spend their parents hard earned money on popcorn, candy, and soda. I had to laugh when one of them ordered the $4 hot pink Vitamin Water. I know she ordered it because of the color, but there was a little part of me that hoped she ordered it for added focus.

*I do not dislike ALL middle-school aged girls. I do know some very smart, wonderful girls that age who obviously have great parents who are raising them the right way.