Counting them down

Only thirteen more nights to go before Mr Claus arrives at midnight with his sack (and we're all hoping he's not sacked thanks to you know what this year rising its head again) as I'm sure we are all looking forward to Christmas and what that might bring.

I often get super anxious in the days before that I can't always sleep with Christmas Eve being the worst.

Life as a little is like that. You get the best and the worst of it from the innocuous fun, often spontaneous to the tantrums and  "I hate you right nows"  as you appear to have learnt nothing no matter how many times you've been around the sun because you might as well be a child.

You might as as well just discipline me firmly there and then however hard it might appear as it is far more likely to go in than delaying and taking anything less than a juvenile approach.

So long as the consent is there, you might as well just go for it with me.

A message from Bertie

Another week that saw me redirect mail put through the wrong door in the spirit of Middle girl helpfulness down the sides of house, walking on gravel pathways covered from head to toe in hello kitty attire.

Yes, it's a crazy world I live in,eh? (lol) but couldn't be any other for this girl.

 Given the problems I've had very recently it's been very much a kinda hug your plushie regressive time of it all and so I thought Bertie would like to introduce himself.

"Hello Girls and Boys. My name is Bertie and I've bin living  with Jo fur two year but she never give me a page and I was born in Congleton but they toss me over Congleton edge so I ended up being adopted in Biddulph in  Staffordshire where they used to get black stuff called Coal from so I speaks with quite a strong North Staffordshire accent like she doesn't.

Mind you, she sounds like she's from South Staffordshire most of the time and gets mail from Alberta and Ontario!

I like the Autumn as everything turns the same colours as me but she don't call it that but she like this time of the year too.

The best thing about being a bear is the hugs, honest, as it makes us feel wanted and special.
Bye for now and be good.

Love, Bertie"

The Brrr Edition II

This weekend we had something like proper Winter weather sadly not Tundra but better than we've had for a bit which has helped taking my mind of discourse and drama elsewhere with temperatures blow - 7 degrees C (other measurements are available).

I definitely needed to put on white and grey bobble girls gloves and trusty Puma track pants as it was bitter cold.

It doesn't look too bad toward the grumps shed and his antennas but looking to right  towards the wood it is thick and proved icy too having had a few near misses falling over.

As you can see it got everywhere including the wheel barrow I only rescued after the storms a few days before sent it to the ground.

Another and most little appealing picture appeared during this period shown on the BBC and the Express & Star  newspaper on Friday of the Reindeer at Dudley Zoo out in the snow.

*Picture credits Express & Star

Just keep warm folks!

The evolving world

The countdown soon enough will begin as we get into Advent  although presently here is is actually below zero today outdoors so you might well be finding your thicker tights and a well covering coat if you intend to get past the front door.

Social media and me have had a chequered history with what I found were relative respectful early sites with narrow focus that when you joined all of you saw and bought into to others that were broader.

In my earliest days of trying to find more around the world of adult littles and particularly around adult little girl forms I found the most prominent ones were occupied by "sissies" and accompanying kinks such as bdsm which is fine if that's you but it wasn't for me looking for more child-like regression at the time and some of the sexualized stuff was very off putting.

Experience Project was a very much a mixed thing being a place where people could talk about anything within categories and experience groups with the Tg groups being more occupied by sexual crossdressers but there was groundbreaking support on there for genderfluid and NB.

When that closed down, I did join Similar Worlds but I have decided to delete my account there for a variety of reasons one being seen as a whack whack whack object which was vicariously lived through by some with a amazing sense of entitlement and for another I found there just wasn't the intelligent exchanges and conversation I was wanting.

It was obvious some had never really read what I had written and that site followed Experience Projects mistake of eliminating the individual groups and grouping things under very broad headings so if you were looking in the LGBT+ section you'd see a load of posts that didn't apply to you making it difficult to get quickly the posts you were interested in.

Thanksgiving edition

It's a dullish damp feeling kind of a day here as I've been around for a walk seeing the bird nests up in the trees and trying hard not to go skating on the many yellowish brown leaves that are around.

While the year had been better than last - could hardly of been worse - for some it still remained trying with shortages due to supply line issues but it is time to reflect upon those things and people who have made things the best they can for us by their time and service.

Over here we're a bit remise in marking Thanksgiving.

Wishing you all a happy Thanksgiving next week!

Best wishes, Jo. x

Sweet or Sour?

It's early in the week as we get to work on this weeks post as the money request for next years littles get together has come in.

What might on any other day be called what it means to be socially a girl has been argued over for well over forty years as I can think of.

One approach as been to argue it's kind of like this poster on the face of it more passive, reflective and sweet.

But is that poster even right when Miss Piggy is sassy and not opposed to doing karate moves on Kermit, that pink for girls is just about 100 years old and originally it was blue for girls and would being more aggressive really be that much better?

What if instead of Barbie or Bratz, we had a female action figure together with things like vehicles and weapons reflecting that being female doesn't mean you can and may well be in the war and that perhaps something science or sports based was in that mix too?

Rather than arguing over what is "truly" our gender roles are we just left things more as they are as you find work best for you and supported individuals right to be whatever and whoever they are?

Isn't sweet better than sour too?

Getting about

Last weekend I was away which usually brings into focus those things I can't change being disabled such as difficulties getting into coaches with my legs as I had to use a rail replacement bus rather that the train  due to engineering work or getting up a long stairwell to have a wash and that when you're staying with friends.

That's pretty much the thing cos you can't expect them to fix everything like stairwells just for you any more than anyone else.

It doesn't mean that they're not things if you are staying together you could do to help like this for instance:

If I ran with a tray in my hand even assuming I was able to hold on to it with my hand shaking, it's very likely it would be at an angle with the risks of spillage as I'm so unco-ordinated which is why it's so important to either let us go around with someone to help us get food before people start pushing and diving in or for you to actually get and carry it for us.

It is okay to ask if I or anyone like me would like some help in situations like this and please consider our difficulties where you're getting yours and I'm trying to get mine so I don't loose my balance, tripping up.

Small things often make our lives better.