Sunday, October 25, 2009

I think I'm a blog stalker...

I really do enjoy blogging. I hate that I deleted my original blog. UGH! Double UGH! I still can't believe I did that. Occasionally I get something I want to get off my chest and I enjoy putting pen to paper so to speak. [Does that phrase date me? I think I just gave away just how old I am... No one writes with pen and paper any more do they...???] There I go, digressing from my original thoughts...

I don't "write" as much as I'd like to because I always get on and want to get "caught up" with everyone else first. I have great intentions. But I enjoy reading everyone else's blogs so much that I never get to the writing of my own before it just gets to be too late. Therefore I do believe that I've become a blog stalker... Oh my gosh, how weird! I think it's best that no one does follow my blogs - that no one is reading my confession! Ewww...!!

I need to attend a support group for blog stalkers anonymous... Wait, I just looked in the yellow pages and there isn't any available. What now!!!!

What???!!!! Me???!!! You've lost your marbles!!! Well.... maybe you're on to something... I could be the president and solo member. No one would be the wiser.... Sounds good to me...

Welcome to the first meeting of Blog Stalkers Anonymous! I call this meeting to whatever it is they say... Now, meeting adjourned!

Geez, I feel better already! Let's go see what Pioneer Woman has done lately! :-)

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Do You Wish I Was DIfferent?

Today my sweet Baby Girl asked me, "Mom, do you wish I was more girly and didn't love hunting so much?" In that nano-second of fear and thinking "Oh my gosh, I hope I answer this right and don't get this wrong - oh no, what if I do, what will happen? How will I wreck her life? Will things ever be the same between us again?" Oh yes, trust me, I do think like that - yes, I did think - and just that quickly.

Before I share my answer, let me share a little about my Baby Girl. She's special, you see. She's not your ordinary "girl". She's beautiful - a natural beauty. She doesn't need make-up to be beautiful, she just is. She isn't into shopping - she deplores it. She doesn't care about fashion. Her idea of fashion is the newest line of women's camo and a good pair of "Georgia" boots. Fancy cars don't impress her one bit. She loves the pickup that she bought when she was 16 with babysitting money that she'd been saving since she was 12. Sh
Male and female Mule deer
e's not afraid of work nor is she afraid of dirt. But she is afraid of spiders, snakes and bugs. Her idea of fun is riding in the woods looking for the perfect hunting spots. Her idea of big bucks has nothing to do with money - everything to do with deer.

She hunts with a bow or rifle - in a tree stand or with dogs. She'll carry her own gear and then some. She's the only girl in her hunt club. All the guys and men respect her and protect her. She belongs to them. They all treat her like she's either their little sister, daughter or granddaughter. As I said, she's special. She goes out there with manicured nails and perfectly fixed hair, but she's ready for the hunt - always!

Any boy interested in her better be worthy of her. She's got one now that she's had for awhile, that loves hunting too. But he loves fishing more. She enjoys fishing too. But her love is in the woods. She gets this from her Daddy and her brother. I was born and raised in the City. I'm a transplant to the country - but I sure do love the country life. Guess that's why she is the way she is.

Would I want her to be more girly? Would I want her to be more concerned about fashion and spend her time in the mall all the time? Would I want her to be obsessed with boys? Would I want her to be obsessed with her looks? Would I want her to be obsessed with whatever it is girls her age obsess over?

No, sweet Baby Girl, I wouldn't have you any other way. That was my honest to goodness answer. We both were relieved with the outcome. [She had even asked her Daddy if I would want her to be different and he told her that her mama would not want her to be anything she wasn't right now. Smart man!]

My Baby Girl is special and unique. How I love her so! She's becoming the best friend I'd hoped for when she was born so few years ago, as she becomes a woman herself. I'm very pleased with the woman she is becoming. I think her Heavenly Father is pleased too.
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