A Tomboy at Heart

Recently, my kids asked me what I wanted for my birthday. (Which is Halloween, just in case you were thinking of getting me a present too.) 🙂  So I rattled off a list of things I’d love to have:  CDs (anything Metal, Alt Metal), band T-Shirts, books (anything paranormal), DVDs (from the horror genre and I’d really like a copy of the Seven Ages of Rock). In addition, I said I’ve love to go out to dinner, preferably for pizza. Sam and Ella’s in Tahlequah is my favorite pizza joint.

My youngest son looked at me, puzzled. “Mom, are you a guy?”

So I put down the remote, turned off the game, got off the couch, and went to the bathroom to check.  I looked in the mirror, then breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, I’ve got a pair: two boobs.  Whew! I’m still a girl.

But apparently I have a lot in common with guys. I mark the passing of a year by significant events in sports: the World Series, the beginning of college football, the New Year’s bowl games, March Madness, the beginning of Spring Training, baseball’s opening day, and the Indy 500. I can’t wait for Monday Night Football to start again.

I like to fish. Bar-B-Que grills fascinate me. I prefer pants to a dress any day. I wear make-up because a little paint never hurt any ol’ barn. I dread wedding and baby showers. I would’ve skipped my own, except my mother made me go.  I like lace…on other people, but I think I look like a big goofball in anything frilly. I have two pair of favorite shoes: my cowboy boots and my black converse.

A critique partner of mine observed that in my current WIP, I’ve done a great job of getting into my hero’s head.  I write strong female characters that tend to be strong, sassy, and unconventional.  They’re not girly girls, and I guess, neither am I.

But in some ways, I’m very much a woman. My favorite commercial? Any Wrangler commercial that features Brett Farve’s rear-end. Oh,yeah!

I admire women who do a bang up job of being female. I just never seemed to master the art.


15 thoughts on “A Tomboy at Heart

  1. Lynn–
    Guess I’m with you! I really thought I could turn into a boy if I wished hard enough. Kinda glad now I’m a woman. I can still do all the guy things, and try to best them at their own games. 😉

    We’ll drink a toast to you on Halloween (That’s Marilyn’s DH birthday too!)

  2. I have to confess, I’ve seen you in low heels a time or two. But ONLY when you had to for work. And I about dropped my eye teeth the day you wore a dress. It’s the only one in the closet, right? hehe

    I think each of us are who and what we are for a reason and if the rest of the world doesn’t like it, then too bad!

    Thanks for reminding us to embrace our own individualities.

    • Well actually, Linda, I have TWO dresses in my closet! {big snort} I’m a casual kind of gal. But when I need to dress up, I do a bang up job, if I do say so myself. I’ve never been a bg fan of “putting on airs.”

  3. I love that you don’t think wearing seashell pink nail polish makes you feminine. Beauty is always in the eye of the beholder and I think how you carry yourself makes everyone in the room want to know what you think of them. 🙂
    And we knew you liked sports when you did a whole post over the World Cup. 🙂
    You ROCK, chica and your female leads are very realistic women.

  4. All of the horror fans I know are women, even the “girly” girls which I am not. That’s the way it’s always been in my experience. I don’t know why they keep thinking all horror-movie goers are men. When I went to see Piranha, over half the audience was women, and yet there were so many breasts in that movie.

  5. Okay, Barbaraann, now that my 14 year old son knows there’s so many breasts in Piranha, he’s dying to see the movie. {sigh}. I know what I’ll being Sunday afternoon.

    Seriously, you know you’re right about fans of horror movies being women. My daughter and I love horror films. She’s the one who turned me on to Being Human. And tomorrow she’s going to see the new Resident Evil movie. For Mother’s Day, she and I went to see the re-make of Nightmare on Elm Street. What a great bonding time. Afterwards, we played a little Foosball.

  6. Except for the cowboy boots, we could be sisters. I’ve been a tomboy most of my life. In fact, the only femnine facet I had as a kid was wanting to be a mommy. Not a wife, mind you! Boys drool, girls rule!

  7. I was always a tomboy, too, as a kid. I didn’t develop my girly side until a few years ago. I’m most comfortable in T-shirts or Hawaiian shirts with shorts or capris, and I LOVE flip-flops and Rocket Dogs. Last time I had to get glammed up was the kiddo’s wedding, where I wore a long ecru-shaded crocheted overdress with satin under, sleeveless, form-fitting (and thanks to Spanx, my form fitted!!) with champagne-hued sequined sandals. Much more fun than those sedate, matronly mother-of-the-bride outfits!

    I’ve pretty much lost any old notions of “guy stuff” and “girl stuff.” I view life as “stuff I want to do” and “stuff I don’t want to do.” Works for me.

  8. Lynn,

    About the time I figured out how to be the mother of two little active boys, God delivered a bouncing baby girl to me. When I tried to put her in jeans and a sweatshirt, she pitched a fit. She’d only wear dresses for years! I had no idea what to do with a ‘girly girl’ because I was never one of that breed. By the time she hit high school, she developed a hippie chick style and quit all the girly stuff. No makeup, no clothes shopping… really. I was spared all the trauma that comes with raising a teen aged girl. Nowadays, she can be as glamorous as the next lady… she just picks her time. She still baffles me because we’re so different, but I remember that little ‘girly girl’. spw

  9. Sandee,

    I don’t know what I’d do if my daughter was a girly girl. We do some girl stuff, shopping naturally. But we spend a lot time talking about guitars, rock music, and our favorite horror stories. She’s sandwiched between two older brothers, so the girl doesn’t stand a chance…and neither does any guy who wants to date her. He has to pass the “brother test” first.

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