I think I should explain why I picked this title for my blog.
I have always been a girly girl. From day 1, I loved dressing up. I did not like getting dirty or messing up my hair. I loved my patent leather mary janes that Mom always bought me for church. As I got older, I tried sports. Soccer, to be exact. I was in 7th grade by then. What we discovered, and is still true to this day, is if you kick the ball to me, I squeal/scream. I'm not aware that I am doing it, I just do. When I helped out the church co-ed rec team in college (not cause I really wanted to play, they just needed more female bodies, and my boyfriend-now DH played), it was still true. I took a lot of heat for that one.
Now, I still love clothes, shoes, dressing up, doing my hair, and I LOVE makeup (most especially anything BE). I am still a GIRL.
From the time I was very small, I wanted to have my own little girl to share my love for all things girly with. My dolls and I were good friends :) As I got older, I figured that God, with His good sense of humor, would give me a girl, but she would be a huge tomboy who didn't love all my girly 'stuff'.
God's sense of humor, it seems, had more in store for me than that. When I got pregnant the first time (in 1998), I went to the u/s so excited, hoping for my girl. The very first thing I saw on the screen showed me that there was NO WAY this was a girl. I was disappointed for a moment but thought that God knew that DH needed a son first, He would give me a girl next time. J-man was born and was just a sweetheart. He was a social little guy and he still is today. He likes everyone and everyone likes him.
We decided it was time for number 2 (2001). I was so sure that my girl was on the way. I even bought a few girl outfits this time. Went to the u/s excited again. The beginning of this pregnancy was so different than the last one, I was sure it was a girl. God didn't keep me in suspense...the first thing I saw again showed me that there was NO WAY this was a girl. He showed off just like his brother had before. Little Dude joined the family. He reminds me of my sister, which seems to be as close as I get to a girl...
Both boys are very much BOYS, and their Daddy loves that. I live in a house full of testosterone. I know that is only going to get worse as they get older. I definitely feel outnumbered here many days. So I declared myself the Queen of Everything Here. I have no one who is challenging me for that title. The boys don't want it.
Now that I just passed a big birthday and with my health issues, I'm pretty sure my family is done. It definitely is according to DH. Now I am trying to figure out what to do with my girly stuff. I think I will have to 'adopt' some young ladies along the way to teach all about makeup and stuff....I would hate to think that all that I have learned would go to waste...lol
So...that is why I am Queen. Someone pass me my crown and jewels and lets get on with it!!!
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1 comment:
If you are the Queen does that make the boys princes? Cause my girls would love some princes to play with! I'll share my girls with you anytime! And you can help me figure out how to do makeup on darker skin ;) Cause you know I have no idea.
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