I took this at the zoo a couple of weeks back and never posted it. Did I ever mention that I love flowers? I should put an image of Emily up there, since this is about her, but I don't have anything new and exciting, so that'll have to wait until next week. At least I have a steady stream of new photos to post, eh?
I have now discovered what it feels like to sit and think of how many different ways I'd like to slap (and/or beat about the head) a 40-something year old man for looking at my 14 year old daughter in a sexually predatory kind of way.
Yes, she's 5'10 and well-endowed, so she looks older than she is. (Yes, she's even taller than the amazon woman!) Most people would think she was a high school student, maybe even a college student. I understand that. It irks me that men WAY older than her are checking her out. I know she's beautiful, but to me she's still a child.
Example 1: This actually happened with Olivia, but you'll get my drift.
Sitting outside the local co-op while Olivia runs in to get a bottled water, a 40-something year old man approaches my vehicle and tells me my sister is hot. ::Blood starts boiling here.:: I maintain my cool, and let this man know that she's my daughter (step-daughter, actually) and that she was 14 (at that time). The scumbag doesn't even miss a beat, and asks if I'm single, since my daughter's underage.
I give him the one eyebrow up "you idiot" look, and just finish my cuss-word soaked rant by the time she comes out from the store. Olivia gets in the car and we leave.
Example 2: This happens constantly.
Sitting at a stoplight, my daughter's wearing what I affectionately call "the belt" (a skirt that's too short but I let her wear it because it has shorts underneath). Dude next to us is scoping out my daughter from his truck.
Sitting in the car waiting to turn, while another dude in a concrete truck nearly wrecks from rubber necking at (guess who) my daughter.
I want to put a giant sign around her neck with big red letters that reads:
I'M FOURTEEN YOU PEDOPHILE.
I know, dads are supposed to take this role, but jeez, it bothers me.
So she's attending her first (semi) formal dance next Friday with the monkey, and I'm getting all weird on her. I don't mean to, but my baby's first formal dance...its a big deal.
She picks out dress styles online, and although I know she'll look great in them, I nix half of them for the two short/too low cut factor. So we're going dress shopping tomorrow, getting monkey man a boutaneer (sp?), and I can't wait to take pics to share. I promise I'll let her get something classy, yet cute.
I know she'll look amazing, and I know I'll be verclempt. Everytime we have one of these events I'm reminded of the fact that she won't be under my roof much longer. She's growing up into a beautiful, intelligent, wonderful young woman.