Monday, March 23, 2020

I'm not that Girl

When  my sister was here visiting a while back, I decided that I am allergic to her.  Laughing.  We are so opposite ........ she is what I have always called a "priss."  That's kind of insulting, but she is proud of it.   She rarely has a hair out of place, but if she does, don't you dare touch it EVER.  She is the make up queen, the hair princess, the career woman AND the Suzie Homemaker........ and she STINKS.  Well, she smells of so many feminine fancy soaps and shampoo and hairspray that I had to use my asthma inhaler extra times while she was here!  I am not that kind of girl!

My personality, my instincts, my sense of right and wrong -- all of that was firmly established by the time I was 17.  I do see myself as that same girl in many ways and I think that is a very healthy thing that Storm knew me then.  Of course he would have figured out who I was had we not met and married until I was 30 because much of my personality is the same......... but my athleticism and sense of competition in that area was mostly gone by then.........  but it is still who I am in my heart and mind.  Obviously, I do not see a perky 17 year old body when I look in the mirror and sometimes it still surprises me.  Yikes!  I don't look too long, but Storm still looks and for as long as he pleases, dog-garnet!  :)

I'm not saying nothing has changed about me....... my golf game, for instance, is much better now that it was in high school because Storm taught me to play.   HA!  We didn't golf together for about 14 years until we picked it back up again this past summer.  I fell in love with golf again and I fell in love with playing golf with Storm again.  The memories came flooding back of the hours upon hours we spent newly married and in an open field, making love and rolling down heather fields like Princess Buttercup and Wesley, I mean hitting golf balls back and forth at/to one another. (As youuuu wish.....)  That is not typically how a husband teaches his wife how to golf.  Maybe I am wrong, but my experience with wives that learn golf from their husbands:  1) Have to buy some clubs because she doesn't already own them.  2) Pays too much attention to buying a pretty golf bag.  3) The husband isn't all that great himself at golf, but even when he is, if the wife is not previously athletic, the chances are slim to none that she will ever be able to do more than enjoy the weather and the scenery on the golf course.   Not that that is a bad thing, but I wouldn't pay good money to look out for goose poop, lose my balls in the water, hit the ball 25 yards, dig a hole to China in the sand bunker, and want to wrap my club around a tree in frustration.  So when I say that my husband taught me to golf, I really do mean that we put in hour after hour, summer after summer practicing OFF the golf course before I started noticing a major change in my golf game.  I still mostly suck compared to women who are pro or even really good ones who play in high school, but I do above average for a 50 year old amateur, weekend golfer.   We really should live in a climate where we could golf year around or close to it. 

One may argue that the human brain is not done developing by age 17 anyway, so why do I like it so much that Storm knew me since I was 9?  Well, unless a person saw me play sports (not golf)  in my prime, it's not easy to explain the incredible natural athlete that I was. I only do so now because I am old and cannot do those things anymore and so I don't see it as bragging. It would have been bragging had I tried to tell everyone how good I was when I was still that good. When people would ask me back then, "I hear you're good at sports. How good are you?" My answer ALWAYS was, "You can come to the game and judge for yourself."

Everybody knew who I was by the time I hit my freshman year in high school. Summer softball players and fans in our towns and all other towns we competed in knew of my talent. The middle school coaches and fans in the stands and teammates knew from basketball and volleyball season. But, in high school is when the newspapers start reporting on games and players in every sport and you suddenly find yourself being talked about on the sports page in the headlines the morning after you hit a game winning shot in basketball on varsity as a five foot one inch freshman! We didn't even get the newspaper at our home at the time. People from church that Sunday morning had cut out copies of the article and brought them to me for memorabilia and to talk to me about the game. (A memory I will surely never forget and the staff in the future nursing home that I am in will never believe me when I tell them such stories and God help me, I WILL!!!!! Although Millennials and their children will be taking care of me and when I tell them there was no internet when I grew up, it will make their eyes spin in their heads.) Colleges begin to take notice and ....... blah, blah, blah, Windy, girls get scholarships all the time now. Yes, they do, but they didn't back in the early to mid 80's because they were still establishing the programs for girls and spent years enforcing Title 9.

I say all that to explain that there is part of me that will ALWAYS be an athlete and just because I am now a kinky spanked wife does not mean that I have to shut that off unless Storm and I decide together that it is necessary. (It's not.) I think it is wonderful and sweet when she is, but I am not the wife that greets her husband at home when he returns from golf.  Nor am I one that gets mad that he spends so much time (and money) without me at the golf course because I am the wife that golfs with him.   I am the wife who is her husband's golf buddy and that is the way HE likes it!  I am the one who knows  the private jokes between men on the golf course......... things such as, well, I’m not tellin'! Ask your husband/partner if he/she is a golfer.  Otherwise email me and I’ll tell ya!  I have a new email address and it's around here somewhere!

What kind of girl are you?







8 comments:

  1. Hi Windy, I loved reading this. Wow, you were quite the sport star. How awesome! I'm glad you haven't shut that part of you off and that you and Storm are enjoying golf together. I'm afraid I don't have a sporty bone kn my body. I'm a bit more of a girly girl lol.

    Hugs
    Roz

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    1. Hi, Roz! Happy to hear you enjoyed this post. I forgot you are a girly girl. I bet you are adorable inside and out! Hugs, Windy

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  2. Windy,

    You make me laugh. Thank god I don't have my tea yet! What type of girl am I? Ever changing. When I was young, I was a fish, loved being in water (still do). Water is my happy place, my calm place. I sleep in water...sigh. I don't swim competitively anymore, but still love it. Now? I don't know. I don't think I want to label myself as anything, it is too limiting, but I am a mom, a wife, a sister, an annoyance, a friend, an idiot, and more than anything, I want to be just me. When I figure out who that is.

    Hugs
    Boo

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    1. Boo,
      My posts are ALWAYS better when you read with a mouthful of tea or coffee! I misread this at first and thought you fished when you were young! LOL Dog gone it, you are a swimmer, not a fisherwoman. Awesome that you were a competitive swimmer though! I think you should just be you, too, and take all the time you need to figure out what that means for you. Keep me posted in the meantime as I find some of your antics quite funny! Hugs, Windy

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  3. Hmm... I was always called a tom-boy as a kid. I wasn't athletic, but I was climbing trees and playing in the woods. I wear tennis shoes or flip-flop, depending on the weather and possible nice shoes for a funeral or a wedding - but these have a one hour time limit. Nick's a golfer but has never offered to teach me, nor have I asked. We're very much in love, but have different hobbies.

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    1. Hi, PK! Climbing trees and playing in the woods is tomboy activity in my playbook. LOL at your one hour time limit on certain shoes! Good for you and Nick that he hasn't pushed golf and you haven't asked. Years ago, my godfather took my godmother out to hit some balls at the range and as he was instructing her, she swung and hit him in the head and knocked him out!!!!!! She did this TWICE! laughing! So you guys just stay safe over there with separate hobbies and then love and spank the rest of the time! Hugs, Windy

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  4. I have no problem labelling myself........ I am the arty farty girl.... always have been. and like you my accomplishments are in the past.... poems published ... a short play produced.. children's books written and published..... now.. ohhhhh now I lose myself in other's poetry and read other's books go and see other's plays..... and am very content doing so.....

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    1. Good for you, MorningStar! I love that you're artsy. I live with a gal like you and she is amazing and entertaining, and LOUD! LOL Wow, you are a poet! And a children's book author?! Wow! You rock! Glad you're able to still enjoy the arts to this day! Hugs, Windy

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