Who is Kellie Carman-Davis

Three reasons to love Kellie? Hmmm. First is her odd, witty sense of humor. Next is the way she can insult someone without the person ever realizing they've been insulted and, finally, the way her hair stands up with little to no effort on her part.

Now, if any of you out there can think of any more reasons to love Kellie, I'd love to hear them. Please add them to my guest book!

Would you pay $30.00 just to pick your seat? I did. For the first time, I felt the need to see what all the fuss was about thong underwear. I know they've been around for a long time but, until now, I've held my ground--basic bikini for husband time and hipster/briefs for those other moments when only I was watching. (We won't discuss the pregnancy "pantaloons" right now!).

But, baby weight gone and kids a little older, I am going through those longings to be seen as young, sexy and, well, "in". So I ordered a set of 3 black thong underwear. I'll leave the store out because the underwear are beautiful and perfectly made--what there is of them.

I was very excited on the day they arrived but, as luck would have it, it was the evening before an avowed "brief" morning so I tucked them into the back of my unmentionable drawer--to be sadly forgotten--until this morning.

I took the plunge, or they did. My sexy, itty bitty thongs went on smoothly, sliding up freshly oiled legs, over "womanly" hips to settle nicely on my hip bones. From the front, they were very attractive, looking very much like my bikini mornings.

But from the back...

Did you notice my use of "womanly" earlier? Hmmm, well yes, it was well said.

It didn't take me long to find the back of the thong, a bit of digging, a well-tightened buttock and voila! A surprise find that can only be likened to finding the prize in the bottom of the cereal box; you knew it was there but, for goodness sake, what did you have to go through to get to it?

It popped out, still fresh looking and I spent a good ten minutes trying to position it so that every step I took didn't reposition that inch-wide strip of material.

But I'm youngish, sexyish and very difficult to intimidate. And despite all the misgivings I might have had I dedicated today, March 16th, 2008 to be forever to be known as The Great Thong Adventure.

Chapter 1: The Man at AC Moore

I swear I thought I was alone! I swear I looked both ways. I wiggled and tried picking my seat. Finally checking both ways, I stuck my hand down my pants and, with an immense feeling of relief, peeled the thong out of my ...
It may have been the smile on my face, it may have been the sigh of relief but it was surely mixed with my hand coming out of the back of my pants that caused this 20-something man to laugh aloud before he caught himself.

Embarrassed, I said, "My kids swear I have money coming out of there, I was just hoping." I opened my empty hand and extended it toward him. He stuttered something unintelligible and nearly ran from the aisle.

Chapter 2: My Mother and the Olive Garden

I took my mother to lunch at the Olive Garden. I was wearing jeans and a waist-length sweatshirt. Standing in line I dropped my sunglasses.

I bent over...

My mother shouted, "What in the h...! You're wearing thong underwear?"

Over the laughter of all of the other diners, I replied, "How would you know? Half the time I can't even find them."

Free dinner theater at the Olive Garden gratis the Great Thong Adventure Day.

Chapter 4:
Did you know, that when you pass gas, however secretively, the thong underwear miraculously becomes a musical instrument, immediately in tune to, well, be it alto, soprano or whatever.

Chapter 5: Four Year Old Female Child.
Bed-time, nightly shower with four year old daughter. I stripped my pants off in the bathroom with my daughter and she because extremely distraught. "Mommy, mommy, Your behind ate your underwear!"

Finally, I pealed myself out of them and there, in that moment of relief, I dropped them in the bathroom wastebasket thus ending the Great Thong Adventure.

If you purchase the book Forever Silent, Forever Changed (above in the Amazon.com section) I wrote when my son, Kyle, passed I use the proceeds to print more books which are donated to Atlantic County Hospitals (Shore Memorial and Mainland Medical)and given to parents who have lost babies from miscarriage to stillbirth to up to one year old to help them in the healing process.

When my beautiful son died, there was nothing I could do--I was, for the first time in my life, powerless. All I could do was give him the chance to help the family of others. This book holds in it's pages my heart and soul. I give it freely to those of you who want to understand not only the horror of losing a baby but also how to talk to and support those you love who may have lost.

It is available in bound form, in e-book and soon to be in Kindle.