Don’t Let The Nails Fool You ~ I’m Just One of The Guys

I grew up in a sports family.  We all played sports.  My Dad was a huge believer that his daughters could play any sport just as good as his sons.

And that his girls could drop and give him 100 pushups.

Or stop being a sissy and grab the damn fish.

He said that to me once.  And what did I do?  I ran off crying like a sissy when I grabbed the damn fish and it poked me.

So I refused to go fishing with him ever again.

And I’d sit home and paint my nails instead.

And I’d think to myself … how do you like that Bobby Knight?

But no matter how hard I try and play the sissy girl that needs to paint her nails … I’m obviously just one of the guys …

Conversations with my husband …

Hazel husband: Why are you watching Kentucky basketball?

Tomboy girl:  Because my Mom and Dad are huge fans.

Tomboy girl:  We have to watch Daytona at Nightona?

Hazel husband:  You want to watch cars go round and round in a circle?

And then I saw this yesterday …

Miss the game for her?

Are you kidding me?

Oh hell no we’re not missing the game.

What is wrong with you sissy boys?!

Please show up naked … and … bring beer!

Have a good day all … and after years of playing volleyball and softball and being very competitive … sometimes you just can’t help but kick and throw a chair!