You Might Be A Girly-Girl If...

As a girl growing up in Texas, I tended to waffle between slightly tom-boyed and girly-girl attitudes. Depended on what the situation called for. A Southern woman always knows how to hedge her bets. So, if the day's fun called for chunking dirt clods, then I was right out there getting my fingernails crammed full of dirt. Having only one brother and no sister meant I had to learn the boy stuff pretty quick. As a playmate, Bear was not about to dress up a Ken doll or build a playhouse. Thanks to him, I learned the business end of a bat, how to throw a football, and the best way to skip rocks. And the day of the clod throwing, I caught one full in the face, knocked out a tooth and split my upper lip up into the tender part of the nose. Face swelled to a #3 cantelope. Rule number one: never walk in front of a future boxing contender when he is intent on heaving a big dirt clod over the uppermost highline wire. In later years, when all the Tijerina boys were big stars in the Golden Gloves tournaments, I would chuckle to think I took a punch from one of them and lived to tell the tale. As I recall, when the blood started spurting, the Tijerina kid hightailed it out of there. My mom way-laid my brother, until I could sputter through the busted lip to tell her he was not the culprit. Still today, I carry a tiny grisled area in my upper lip as a reminder of that day's antics. Can't complain, gave my upper lip a very perky bow shape. Just one of those little childhood scrapes that would result in a messy lawsuit in today's litigatory-happy world.


So, have a look at this list to see if you might be a girly-girl! I especially love #34:


"Have you ever swirled your shaving cream in a little mug and applied it with a brush? If not, I hope you had the pleasure of watching someone who did, at least once. As a child, I enjoyed this ritual at my maternal grandfather's side. Although, he kindly smeared the great-smelling stuff over my face and let me pretend to shave with his comb, I dreamed of taking it off the way he did--one sure stroke at a time. Years later, I found shaving my legs held little of the same appeal.

If you found it more fascinating to watch your mom apply her makeup than seeing your dad or granddad shave his face...you could have been a girly-girl."

--Shellie Rushing Tomlinson