<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230708918703099891</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:19:26.733-07:00</updated><category term='pressure'/><category term='fidelity'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='mature'/><category term='gay'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='teen'/><category term='talk'/><category term='respectful'/><category term='scared'/><category term='greens'/><category term='cook'/><category term='divorce'/><category term='frustrated'/><category term='party'/><category term='boys'/><category term='music'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='going green'/><category term='communication'/><category term='concerns'/><category term='date'/><category term='girlfriend'/><category term='phone'/><category term='parents'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='ashamed'/><category term='decision'/><category term='approach'/><category term='mississippi'/><category term='cheating'/><category term='family'/><category term='youth'/><category term='kiss'/><category term='impression'/><category term='mother'/><category term='rap'/><category term='football'/><category term='daughter'/><category term='generation'/><category term='love'/><category term='big mama'/><category term='homsexual'/><title type='text'>ASK Big Mama</title><subtitle type='html'>Big Mama is here for you!
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and check back here for your personal response.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askbigmama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230708918703099891/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askbigmama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Big Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230708918703099891.post-9187794275880812534</id><published>2008-08-28T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T03:37:00.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mississippi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Going Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHNC7PUU7pg/SLDsuZ0IiII/AAAAAAAAAAk/Z1dl_7Skh9Q/s1600-h/letter1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHNC7PUU7pg/SLDsuZ0IiII/AAAAAAAAAAk/Z1dl_7Skh9Q/s400/letter1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237946648579573890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now, I must admit.  You threw Big Mama for a loop.  I started this site to help y'all with personal problems, not cooking problems.  But, I must say I am glad to oblige.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHNC7PUU7pg/SLDs0AhcPwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ttlhVEbnYhs/s1600-h/collard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHNC7PUU7pg/SLDs0AhcPwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ttlhVEbnYhs/s400/collard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237946744869502722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;B&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ig Mama's 10 Step Greens Recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1. Get 4-5 bunches of greens&lt;br /&gt;2. Wash them good.  Make sure there is no sand left on them.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Check them for brown spots or old pieces.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Take off the stems.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Stack and roll them up, like you would a burrito&lt;br /&gt;6.  Cut them in strips.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Get a big pot and fill it, about a third of the way, with water.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Add 2 ham hocks, salt, pepper, and a little chicken bouillon&lt;br /&gt;9. Simmer until the meat falls off the bones when you pick at it.&lt;br /&gt;10. Add the greens and cook for about 2hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;O.K., onto your visitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; It seems to me that you are doing a lot to make a good impression already.  Any mother should love the effort you put into making her feel special.  My advice is to talk to your boyfriend. Don't ask him what his mother is like.  He will only tell you how great she is.  This is nice, but won't help.  Instead try asking him about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;family traditions and expectations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;.  Do they ask to be excused when they get up from the table?  Do they, usually, eat in front of the T.V.  ?  Are certain conversations considered rude or tacky?   These answers should give you a good idea of what to expect.  Other than that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;honey, just be yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;.  You seem like a good catch for any woman's son.  If she can't see that, it's her loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;What do you think she should do?  Family let's help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230708918703099891-9187794275880812534?l=askbigmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askbigmama.blogspot.com/feeds/9187794275880812534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230708918703099891&amp;postID=9187794275880812534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230708918703099891/posts/default/9187794275880812534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230708918703099891/posts/default/9187794275880812534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askbigmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/going-green.html' title='Going Green'/><author><name>Big Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHNC7PUU7pg/SLDsuZ0IiII/AAAAAAAAAAk/Z1dl_7Skh9Q/s72-c/letter1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230708918703099891.post-5962617923115503132</id><published>2008-08-25T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:29:00.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respectful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='approach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ashamed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='generation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk'/><title type='text'>Get A Room!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHNC7PUU7pg/SLEAvpAdOVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7BHTGADH3c0/s1600-h/letter2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHNC7PUU7pg/SLEAvpAdOVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7BHTGADH3c0/s400/letter2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237968660070218066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dear Tongue Twisted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That sounds like some party.  Let me rephrase that, "That sounds like some parties!"  Well this proves it.  Children  today have definitely changed in comparison to my generation.  Shoot, we were scared to hold hands, let alone neck in front of grown folks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHNC7PUU7pg/SLEDyovrU-I/AAAAAAAAABE/91WDi_Ge048/s1600-h/teen+kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHNC7PUU7pg/SLEDyovrU-I/AAAAAAAAABE/91WDi_Ge048/s400/teen+kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237972010074330082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;With that being said,  I think you should have went over and said something to those babies.  Too many of us, adults are either scared or have given up on our youth.  I'm sure they would have cut it out if you approached them, respectfully.  Or, at least, they would have moved out of sight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I know how it feels when you get so frustrated and disgusted with the poor choices kids make.  But , think about it, that's more of a reason for us to step in and guide them toward good choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Love you much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Big Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think?  Are there any family members out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230708918703099891-5962617923115503132?l=askbigmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askbigmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5962617923115503132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230708918703099891&amp;postID=5962617923115503132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230708918703099891/posts/default/5962617923115503132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230708918703099891/posts/default/5962617923115503132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askbigmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/get-room.html' title='Get A Room!'/><author><name>Big Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHNC7PUU7pg/SLEAvpAdOVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7BHTGADH3c0/s72-c/letter2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230708918703099891.post-5797344922430964697</id><published>2008-08-22T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:39:24.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homsexual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>Boy, You are NOT GAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkeM2oyom8Y/SK7vm4_GGrI/AAAAAAAAAPw/moNIPHyF_Q8/s1600-h/aaletter.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkeM2oyom8Y/SK7vm4_GGrI/AAAAAAAAAPw/moNIPHyF_Q8/s400/aaletter.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237386868089559730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now you listen, well, to your big mama.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Just because your body is not moving at the same pace as your friends, does not mean that something is wrong with you.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkeM2oyom8Y/SK75gwf-QVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Hgliv3G8mgo/s1600-h/atime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkeM2oyom8Y/SK75gwf-QVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Hgliv3G8mgo/s400/atime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237397757848600914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And believe it or not many of your friends' are in the same boat.  They are just not man enough to admit it around the guys.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you are wonderfully made and as normal as can be.  Think of it as a blessing.  When it is time, believe me you will know.  For now, enjoy football.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230708918703099891-5797344922430964697?l=askbigmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askbigmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5797344922430964697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230708918703099891&amp;postID=5797344922430964697&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230708918703099891/posts/default/5797344922430964697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230708918703099891/posts/default/5797344922430964697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askbigmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/check-in-later-for-big-mamas-response.html' title='Boy, You are NOT GAY!'/><author><name>Diana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkeM2oyom8Y/SK7vm4_GGrI/AAAAAAAAAPw/moNIPHyF_Q8/s72-c/aaletter.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230708918703099891.post-8120242775388864668</id><published>2008-08-22T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:57:43.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pressure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>To Date, Or Just Wait?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkeM2oyom8Y/SK58MP9r4fI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_nxw_nUMOqs/s1600-h/A1a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkeM2oyom8Y/SK58MP9r4fI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_nxw_nUMOqs/s400/A1a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237259966564000242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkeM2oyom8Y/SK57QuXZn7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/MoiA5XTzo60/s1600-h/aaltte.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkeM2oyom8Y/SK57QuXZn7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/MoiA5XTzo60/s400/aaltte.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237258943932768178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Adolescence is a period of rapid changes.  Between the ages of 12 and 17, for example, a parent ages 20 years"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well anonymous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Teenagers can be a handful.  They're crawling one minute and dating the next.    This seems to be the case for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It seems to me that you daughter's behavior is right on time.  Yes, she is coming on a bit strong, but she is letting you know she is ready for the next stage in her life.  Ready or not, Mom, she is going to push through that cocoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So what you need to do is be prepared, have a plan to ease her into the next phase smoothly and armed with essential information to make good choices.  Here is what you do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk to her about what she wants and why?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discuss your concerns and why they worry you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find out if she is interested in a specific boy or just boys in general.  If she is interested in a specific boy, discuss his personalities and set up a time to meet him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If she does not want you to meet him, formally. Be open to simply observing him and meeting him in an informal manner, i.e. at the basketball game, back to school night.  You, probably will find out more about him in his own element, than at your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Allow her to go on a group date.  Give her a specific curfew and some ground rules.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a deep breathe and relax.  This time in a teenager's life does not have to be horrific.  Many teens survive, responsibly.  I have a feeling yours daughter will be just fine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Love Always,&lt;br /&gt;Big Mama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230708918703099891-8120242775388864668?l=askbigmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askbigmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8120242775388864668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230708918703099891&amp;postID=8120242775388864668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230708918703099891/posts/default/8120242775388864668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230708918703099891/posts/default/8120242775388864668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askbigmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-date-or-just-wait.html' title='To Date, Or Just Wait?'/><author><name>Diana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkeM2oyom8Y/SK58MP9r4fI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_nxw_nUMOqs/s72-c/A1a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230708918703099891.post-210575773832823417</id><published>2008-08-21T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T19:18:24.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big mama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fidelity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>BUSTED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkeM2oyom8Y/SK5GsqbhHvI/AAAAAAAAAO8/CFT5ooRHl3Y/s1600-h/a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkeM2oyom8Y/SK5GsqbhHvI/AAAAAAAAAO8/CFT5ooRHl3Y/s400/a2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237201149796359922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkeM2oyom8Y/SK5CkIHSChI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ejjoj-ZFghY/s1600-h/aal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 457px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkeM2oyom8Y/SK5CkIHSChI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ejjoj-ZFghY/s400/aal.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237196605099215378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh my Sweet LaRae',&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry to hear that you are dealing with such a troubling  situation.  However, the idea of divorce must be approached very carefully.  I regret that I do  not have enough information to advise you appropriately on whether to stay in your marriage.  But, I can give you some advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it seems to me that your husband is like okra.  He looks fresh,green and healthy on the outside but he is slimy in the inside.  Put him under some heat and he gets even slimier.  Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkeM2oyom8Y/SK5Wg_-qUrI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5KUcDH1rzUM/s1600-h/ao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkeM2oyom8Y/SK5Wg_-qUrI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5KUcDH1rzUM/s400/ao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237218541608522418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before  you go, here's what you do.  Invite your sister over to the house for dinner.  Don't tell your husband that you are going to have company.  When she arrives ask your husband and her sister about the pictures and get the whole story.  I doubt that this is innocent, but stay open to the idea that it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of one reason he would have half-naked pictures of your sister (your sister!) in his phone.  Child hush!   Also, from the looks of it he is not very apologetic.  I regret to say that if you do not take a stand he will continue this activity.  You need to go away for awhile and think it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you always,&lt;br /&gt;Big Mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkeM2oyom8Y/SK5D1noojAI/AAAAAAAAAOs/s4_wJLzPaVM/s1600-h/a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230708918703099891-210575773832823417?l=askbigmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230708918703099891/posts/default/210575773832823417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230708918703099891/posts/default/210575773832823417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askbigmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/check-back-for-big-mamas-response.html' title='BUSTED!!!'/><author><name>Diana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkeM2oyom8Y/SK5GsqbhHvI/AAAAAAAAAO8/CFT5ooRHl3Y/s72-c/a2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
