Growing up, I was a tom-boy. My best friends were boys. Girls were stupid. I would play outside all day long and never grew tired of the adventures that lay waiting throughout the day. Lightening bugs made great glow-in-the-dark paint. You were judged by the amount and size of the scabs on your knees. Pogo stick contests could literally last for hours. Of course there was softball where even the smell of dirt and hotdogs at the concession stand got me more excited than anything. If I wasn't playing sports, I was watching sports. Every evening when it finally got too dark to see the ball or to ride bikes without crashing into mailboxes, and Mom calling my name 20 times, I sadly and slowly made my way back home. Never mind the make-up and dresses. Give me a fishing pole or an animal that needed saving from some terrible disaster and you had me at hello.
So now, I am all grown up (almost). I used to look in the mirror and wonder who I would be when I grew up. How would I look? How my Mom's age of 30 something seemed SO OLD.
Well here I am. I am a sports fanatic. I mean die hard, give me the remote, a shot of chilled Tequilla, a game (any game), and I am in Heaven. I can tell you more about college football and basketball than most men could. Don't ask me how to cook or apply make-up, for I barely get by. Other than great orgasms, there is NOTHING better than cheering on the first kick of the game while wearing a big yellow finger, or holding your breath as a Hail Mary is thrown only to be caught while getting annihilated, no flags are thrown resulting in a touch-down.
I still love to fish, I still love ball, I still think girls are stupid even though I love my girl friends dearly and my best friends are still guys. But now, I am in touch with my femine side. I love shoes (my cleats are expensive, soft leather, and they rock) and purses ...did I tell you how cute my pink Mizuno batbag is?
So what do you call a tom-boy all grown up? A tom-girl. And there ain't a damn thing wrong with it at all.
By the way, this tom-girl is hitting the beach tomorrow. We are taking a girls-only weekend (dammit) in Savannah. I need the beach almost as much as a good football game. I will post upon my return. Gotta go catch ESPN now....
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Tom-Girl
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10 said...:
A tom-man?
I dunno. I'm just the opposite. Most of my friends (including my best friend) are women! I grew up around women, the only boy in my life was my brother, and he was a total a-hole most of the time.
Oh well! Funny li'l world, ain't it?
D was an a-hole? ROFL I am so sorry! Damn the siblings.
Have a great time at the beach!
BTW..thanks for linking me! I'll add you to my links as well :)
gina
Actually we do have a name, you are a geezer-bird, (and I name thee with the greatest affection of course). A Geezer-bird is a rare creature who knocks your socks off with her attractive plumage, beats you at pool (3 times, just to prove its not a fluke)and then drinks you under the table in front of all of your friends...
Tom-Girls rock. Your blog reminds me of a tom-chick friend of mine here in the frozen wilds of Canada. She's a sports nut as well, and committed to getting the most she can from life. Interestingly enough, she works for a company that specializes in sports travel (roadtrips.com), so she gets to combine business with pleasure.
Just thought I'd check out the mysterious "enhancing" who left a comment on my blog. I see you've had quiet a year. I think it was John Lennon who said, "Life is what gets in the way when you've made other plans." It seems you've experienced that and more over the past few months. But tom-girls always pull through.
Gina: No prob!
Fish: I'm so happy and proud to be a geezer-bird.
Not: Thanks! Can't wait to read your next post.
I love that I can check my blog from my cell. Whoooo Hooooo
Oh, D was a totaly a-hole 99.9% of the time. Still is to this day. He and I don't talk anymore. Haven't for years.
:)
for a change here is a ? FOR YOU. What are you suppose to do when everything in live gets too much and you really carn't see the light at the end of the tunnel. no matter what you do or how you take life on the chin,its not that nothing goes your way, its more that life just says *u*k you
Alf,
You talk about it. Sometimes another persons perspective helps you see a little more clearly. I'm sorry for whatever you are going through. email me.
I'm sorry jas. I feel ya. I have such high expectations from family members, and most of the time it's a big let down. his loss!
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