Girlie!

I forgot to mention in my previous post the reason why it's been so long since my last wibble.........
being an airhead chick I forgot my password!

My beautiful husband came to my rescue and sorted it all out with e mails and computer stuff which I find all very boring and have absolutely no understanding. Now this brought to mind me being a girl! I know I set women's lib back by years in some ways because I just love being a girl! I like it when a man holds a door open for me or moderates his language because I'm within earshot, I firmly believe that their are "boy jobs" (putting the bins out, everything to do with cars, anything mechanical and lifting heavy things) and "girl jobs", (cleaning, cooking, ironing, shopping and organising) . I also love it when men "look after" us girls , those little things like scraping the car when its icy, making special coffee after meals, being a shoulder to cry on , a big hug when we need one and generally building us up when we're feeling a bit snowed under.

BUT...............

I hate it when anyone assumes we can't/won't do something because we're girls. And just because we can doesn't mean we should.
I do girlie things because God made me a girl. I love being a girl. My man loves me because I'm a girl. GOD MADE US DIFFERENT. Apart from the obvious anatomical minnie/winkie thing we're so very different on the inside.

Girls lets be girls God made us girls lets be proud of that. This in no way demeans who we are or what we stand for or believe in.


Now my car, it's an estate, it's full of rubbish , kids clothes and half eaten food. I have pink fluffy dice in the window and a "Princess on board" sticker in the window. I drive within the speed limits and in the middle lane on the motorway, my parking is terrible and I listen to the Corrs. But, I love cars and speed. Under that dirt encrusted exterior is a awesome V8 4.4l engine which can do 0 - 60 in under 7 seconds.

I was driving home from a church meeting one Sunday when a young man wearing dark shades pulled up alongside me at some traffic lights. His windows were down and his music was extremely loud. He revved his engine and his very big exhaust made a very low rumbling and his spoiler thingy shook like mad. He looked across and I dread to think what he was thinking as I sat there in my mum jeans, muffin top visible over my short t shirt (shrunk in wash, not a trend thing) trying to find Radio 4. And then it happened, that feeling I get when I think someone has made a judgement on what they perceive and not on the truth. The traffic lights went to amber he revved, I waited, GREEN ..........I floored it left him standing but not before smiling sweetly when I really wanted to give him the bird! Left him standing without breaking the speed limit!


Beaten by a mum in an estate! Assumptions..................................


I love being a girl!