Pink Waffles and a Big Girls Day

Well I did it, I made Apple Beet Waffles.

I also took my daughters to Claire’s and let them get their ears pierced. Yep, I did.

When I was a kid I wanted to get my ears pierced so bad, but my parents wouldn’t let me. It was all I wanted every Christmas, every birthday.

As my Grandmother would warn after listening to me beg my mom, “First she’ll get her ears pierced, next thing you know she will be riding in cars and sleeping with boys.”  Wow, was that what happened?  At nine years old I had never seen a girl have a reaction to 14K gold like that!

Finally, when I was in 8th grade, after I read 30 books and wrote 30 book reports (no joke), my mom took me. It was a big deal in our house. And contrary to my Grandma’s beliefs I didn’t run out of the mall afterwards wearing a mini skirt and gothic cross earrings, I didn’t steal a car while yelling, “Come on boys, jump in!” [Read more…]