Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


One of the guys

I have always been "one of the guys" for as long as I can remember. I was a tomboy growing up, so I was the only girl allowed to play ball (whatever kind from basketball to football and baseball) with the boys at recess. I never got dates from the boys at school - unless they were new and hadn't grown up with me - because all the boys knew I could beat the crap out of them if they got fresh with me.


It has translated to my adult life, too.

Walking down the hall at work. Three 20ish to 30ish attractive young guys talking in the hallway. I walk by and one of them slugs me on the arm and says "how ya' doin today?"

Just dandy, dude.


  • At 2:57 PM, August 10, 2005, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    I think I recovered at the Office Depot in Grapevine. At lunch today, I stopped by to finish school supply shopping and the 20-something manager who had helped me find special batteries for, hm, er, my toy ... said, Miss, I can help you over here. And, I told him he was a wonderful individual for not calling me maam. He replied "Why would I call a beautiful young woman maam? That is reserved for old ladies." I told him that I was liking him more by the minute and I think I flustered him because he didn't charge me for everything and then tried to give me my check back after he ran it through his machine.

    Yeah, I still got it.


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