Today, as I was cleaning the dishes, I had a brief moment of pure joy. I could claim it was the selfless act of scrubbing dirty, nasty dishes for my sweet, adoring family that caused my smile but alas I am not a good enough liar to feign such piety. Nope, it was one insignificant thing that made me smile, I caught a glimpse of red through the bubbles as I scrubbed the offending crock pot clean. I lifted my hands out of the wash water and took a moment to admire my sudsy hands tipped with shiny, fire brick red nails.
I am the lone woman surviving in this house of 6 males.....actually 8 males, if you count the cats (and believe me you SHOULD count those little spawns of Satan, errr I mean cute, furry bundles of joy). Finding a place in our lives for me to experience the pure, simple joys of being a woman is difficult to say the least but that does not change the fact: I love being female. I love all the wonderful things that go along with being female. I love silk and lace and perfume and lotion, and make-up and high heels and jewelry and fire brick red painted finger and toe nails. I love laughing until tears fall down my face at insignificant things with my girlfriends. I love crying unashamedly in moves and TV shows. I even like the soothing ritual of applying wrinkle cream (I loathe the need for wrinkle cream but that ,my dears, is fodder for another blog). I got down right giddy when my floral print phone cover came in the mail. I mean who wouldn't get excited over that, especially when they saw the center of each flower was blinged out?!? Okay, my husband and boys thought me a little crazy for being so happy about it but hey what do they know? I dare say few, if any men, would get excited to have half their eyebrows pulled out of their face using hot wax and little cloth strips the way that I do. Yup, I love being female. It is fabulous.
My normal everyday life consist of video game explosions, super hero movies, debates on which super hero is best ( it's Batman hands down;), Lego's, Mine Craft, zombies, guy food, more guy food, and less than well targeted toilets. It is nice every once in a while to catch a glimpse of fire brick red fingernails.
I am the lone woman surviving in this house of 6 males.....actually 8 males, if you count the cats (and believe me you SHOULD count those little spawns of Satan, errr I mean cute, furry bundles of joy). Finding a place in our lives for me to experience the pure, simple joys of being a woman is difficult to say the least but that does not change the fact: I love being female. I love all the wonderful things that go along with being female. I love silk and lace and perfume and lotion, and make-up and high heels and jewelry and fire brick red painted finger and toe nails. I love laughing until tears fall down my face at insignificant things with my girlfriends. I love crying unashamedly in moves and TV shows. I even like the soothing ritual of applying wrinkle cream (I loathe the need for wrinkle cream but that ,my dears, is fodder for another blog). I got down right giddy when my floral print phone cover came in the mail. I mean who wouldn't get excited over that, especially when they saw the center of each flower was blinged out?!? Okay, my husband and boys thought me a little crazy for being so happy about it but hey what do they know? I dare say few, if any men, would get excited to have half their eyebrows pulled out of their face using hot wax and little cloth strips the way that I do. Yup, I love being female. It is fabulous.
My normal everyday life consist of video game explosions, super hero movies, debates on which super hero is best ( it's Batman hands down;), Lego's, Mine Craft, zombies, guy food, more guy food, and less than well targeted toilets. It is nice every once in a while to catch a glimpse of fire brick red fingernails.