I'm so not a girly girl....but really I kind of am.

I have never thought of myself as being a girly girl.  I don't get into make-up and hair.  My closet is full of worn-out clothes.  I only shop when I HAVE to (I think this is mainly because I don't have a clue when it comes to fashion so I get stressed out and just grab the first thing that fits and looks okay).  Now, I know these things are not what necessarily make up a girly-girl, but in my mind it is what keeps me from being that girl.  I don't want you to think that I think that it's bad to be a girly-girl.  I have wished many times that I could be more like this, but it's just not me.

So, I've embraced that I'm not girly.  But, here's the thing, sometimes I really am.  Like last week when I had to go to the wood shed.  We ran out of firewood and the temperature was supposed to drop so I had to go down to the wood shed for some more.  Now, I really don't like the wood shed.  It is like the local hangout for snakes, mice, spiders and bugs, so I really try to avoid it whenever possible.  This time of year isn't too big of a deal.  It's too cold for snakes, bugs and most spiders, and the mice are pretty rare because of Kat (our cat).  I still don't like it though. 

This is where the creepy-crawlies live.  (Just to be clear, I'm not talking about the cuties in the picture!)

So here I am, all alone in the wood shed, loading up the truck.  Everytime I pick up a piece of wood, I expect some rabid mouse to attack me or a flesh eating bug to crawl up my coat sleeve.  It's crazy, really it is, but I'm doing a quick inspection of every piece.  I get all the firewood that I'm going to for this trip and move on to the kindling.  As I bend down to pick some up, I feel something moving in my hair.  And this, ladies and gentlemen, is where the girly-girl comes out.  I start dancing around that wood shed like a mad woman, because as you know that's the best way to get an unknown creature off of you.  I'm shaking my head back and forth and doing whatever else I could think of trying to get this thing off of me.  I'm sure it's some kind of huge, hairy, cold-loving mutant spider that is going to take my life.  Then I freeze, because I've realized it wasn't a man-eating spider at all, it was just my hair.  A piece of hair had fell down from my ponytail.  I proceeded to do what anyone would do in this situation...look around and make sure nobody saw my little freak out.  I don't know who I was expecting to see.  Adam was at work and the girls were sleeping.  I can only imagine what would have happened if there had been someone there.  Now that would have been a freak-out.

So there you have it.  My name is Sarah, and I'm a girly-girl.