It's International Women's Day!
Never one to pass up an opportunity, I have to write about today. I've decided to jot down a few of the reasons why I'M glad to be a woman, as opposed to writing about all the women who've made contributions to society (as that has already been well documented).
Random thoughts... I can make neon green satin PJ's look sexy; I can answer the door in my underwear & noone looks away in disgust telling me to go put some clothes on; thongs look GOOD on me; I can wear pink & nobody thinks I'm gay as a result; I can flirt when I'm drinking and noone thinks it's creepy; I can talk shop/cars all day & the opposite sex is (generally) fascinated; people help me shovel; I ALWAYS have someone to spot me in the gym; I can MAKE people (before my guy friends protest, THINK ABOUT IT - yes, we appreciate your help, but you don't do that much compared to us); I have a higher pain tolerance; my kisses make any wound better; I don't find it weird if one of my friends calls me crying at 4am; I can admit to liking any movie without shame; my clothes match; I can cry (though I only tend to cry when I'm really, really happy); noone finds it weird when I decide to stay in for an ice cream/movie night instead of hitting the bar; I can dance to fast music; I can be a constant contradiction & noone questions it - feminine & masculine, fragile yet strong; I don't look like a partially decorated Xmas tree; I don't dump people via e-mail (meaning I'm not a pansy assed b*#ch); I don't cheat - I don't need to 'prove' anything; I cuddle for the sake of cuddling; I can make flannel & fleece look good (if you doubt this, you've never been stuck in a cabin with me); I don't have to worry about 'cougars'
On another note, I have to send kudos out to my inspirations & influences... My Mom, My Nan, Lynda Carter, Bettie Page, Bif Naked, & last (but not least) my very good chickie friends (including family) - I love every last one of you & wouldn't trade you for anything.
A funny, but very true, joke I stumbled across ages ago, that I'm sure you ladies will appreciate...
A man came home from work and found his three children
outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud,
with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard.
The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door
to the house and there was no sign of the dog.
Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been
knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing.
In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food
was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide,
dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the
table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.
He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys
and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she
might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the Bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls. As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed In her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.
He looked at her bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?"
She again smiled and answered, "You know every day when you come
home from work and you ask me what in the world I do all day?" "Yes," was
his incredulous reply. She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it."
Happy Women's Day ladies
Never one to pass up an opportunity, I have to write about today. I've decided to jot down a few of the reasons why I'M glad to be a woman, as opposed to writing about all the women who've made contributions to society (as that has already been well documented).
Random thoughts... I can make neon green satin PJ's look sexy; I can answer the door in my underwear & noone looks away in disgust telling me to go put some clothes on; thongs look GOOD on me; I can wear pink & nobody thinks I'm gay as a result; I can flirt when I'm drinking and noone thinks it's creepy; I can talk shop/cars all day & the opposite sex is (generally) fascinated; people help me shovel; I ALWAYS have someone to spot me in the gym; I can MAKE people (before my guy friends protest, THINK ABOUT IT - yes, we appreciate your help, but you don't do that much compared to us); I have a higher pain tolerance; my kisses make any wound better; I don't find it weird if one of my friends calls me crying at 4am; I can admit to liking any movie without shame; my clothes match; I can cry (though I only tend to cry when I'm really, really happy); noone finds it weird when I decide to stay in for an ice cream/movie night instead of hitting the bar; I can dance to fast music; I can be a constant contradiction & noone questions it - feminine & masculine, fragile yet strong; I don't look like a partially decorated Xmas tree; I don't dump people via e-mail (meaning I'm not a pansy assed b*#ch); I don't cheat - I don't need to 'prove' anything; I cuddle for the sake of cuddling; I can make flannel & fleece look good (if you doubt this, you've never been stuck in a cabin with me); I don't have to worry about 'cougars'
On another note, I have to send kudos out to my inspirations & influences... My Mom, My Nan, Lynda Carter, Bettie Page, Bif Naked, & last (but not least) my very good chickie friends (including family) - I love every last one of you & wouldn't trade you for anything.
A funny, but very true, joke I stumbled across ages ago, that I'm sure you ladies will appreciate...
A man came home from work and found his three children
outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud,
with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard.
The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door
to the house and there was no sign of the dog.
Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been
knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing.
In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food
was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide,
dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the
table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.
He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys
and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she
might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the Bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls. As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed In her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.
He looked at her bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?"
She again smiled and answered, "You know every day when you come
home from work and you ask me what in the world I do all day?" "Yes," was
his incredulous reply. She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it."
Happy Women's Day ladies
badronald:
happy belated woman's day.
keith_soda:
haha fancy meeting you here. Welcome to SG!!!!!