Welcome! Don’t worry about taking off your shoes at the door and please don’t mind the organized chaos that is my house. Then again, if you do mind, you probably don’t belong here. This is a place where, hopefully, I can reach other women, mothers, sisters, daughters, third cousins, dolphins; whatever you choose to identify as, to share in my life experiences.
Men, if there are any of you out there reading, please feel free to hang around as well. Then again, you probably came to this site expecting some kind of free porn or live cam. Joking of course… most of you women were too. Admit it ladies, we’re just as dirty minded and perverted as men. Probably worse.
Speaking of Boob Pockets, you’re probably wondering “what the fuck?”. Maybe not. If any of you have ever worn a bra, you’ll already be aware of how useful they can be for storing essential items. For example: phones, bobby pins, cash, I.D cards, lipgloss, tiny army men.
Tiny army men.
My eldest child, a girl, was sitting in the front seat with me one night after a visit with a friend. As most mothers, I was trying to grab all of the things on my way out of the door to go home. Shoes, jackets, half eaten poptarts, my purse, my sanity. I hadn’t actually planned the visit out that well, so I ended up placing objects where ever I could, some inevitably ending up in my B cups. Okay, barely B, but who’s measuring?
My son had finally fallen asleep in the backseat when I decided it was time to download. Like it was an autonomous action, I slid my hand down the front of my sweater, retrieving the little green army men, and depositing them into my center console where sticky coins were awaiting their arrival. My daughter immediately exclaimed ” OMG!” That’s slang for Oh my god, in case you didn’t know (don’t judge, I had to ask a 15 year old neighbor what a THOT was). “You have boob pockets!” she continued. “I can’t wait to have boobs so I can have boob pockets. Only, I’ll buy some a little bigger so I can have more space to put things!”.
Of course I found this to be hilarious; another example of the simple yet extraordinary way her mind works. She is truly the majority of my inspiration, and simultaneously keeps me grounded. I realized when she was four she had insight and wisdom far beyond her years. Her aunt and I started to record her through pictures, video, and keeping her epics quotes written down with the intention of passing along all of her life advice, particularly dating advice, to her when she turned 18.
Hence, Boob Pockets.
I think I started this blog with the intention of sharing her advice with others, but also as a vessel to share myself, my thoughts, and what I’ve learned so far in this crazy, beautiful, life.
Addison
Boob Pockets 
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