lone female wilderness

There's me and Encore.  We are it.  We are the sole representation of anything feminine in this house, and frankly, neither one of us are really very girly.  I like getting dressed up and I wear a bit of make-up every day, but I am not a pink-wearer and I do not like things with bows.  No thanks. Encore is our 9-year old Jack Russell terrier who loves to dig holes and run away. I don't consider busting out of the backyard and running away to a trailer park on the other end of town very feminine.  Do you?

But there are a couple of times a year when I bask in my femaleness.  One time happens in the summer, usually June, when my sons and my husband go camping with the other hunters and gatherers in our neighborhood.  It is Fathers and Sons weekend.  Sometimes I make big plans, like I invite some friends over and we eat and play board games.  Other times I get in my pjs nice and early and watch a movie or mess around on the computer.  I just kind of let the mood take me.  I roll with it.

Tomorrow they are all leaving for an annual camp out to Goblin Valley, where they will explore the hoodoos and hike around in the reddish-brown dust.  And even though they come back pretty caked with the stuff my husband has trained everyone to shower right away and get doing their laundry so I don't have to.  He has also trained me by advising me to not ask too many questions about what went on and what they spent their time doing.  He doesn't think it is wise for me to know too much.  He is probably right.

So my big decision is whether or not to make any real plans for myself.  Do I go out to a movie?  Maybe a little window shopping?  I will be the keeper of my own destiny, at least for a couple of days.  I am woman.  Hear me roar...

9 comments

Lisa | September 25, 2008 at 12:00 PM

Oh if I were you I'd definitely go the enjoy the silence in my jammies route. Or actually I mean if you were me you'd do that.

If you decide to do something with friends please eat something really delicious and American for me, would you? (it has to be very fattening, of course)

Oh, and I was going to email you to tell you that I laughed out loud about the comment you left on my post today! The one about the wonders of sticking a banana or some applesauce in the mouths of non-communicative toddlers. So funny!

Miss Brandy | September 25, 2008 at 5:58 PM

Mama Mia, anyone?

Kazzy | September 25, 2008 at 6:31 PM

Don't think I have ruled it out yet!

Heidi Ashworth | September 25, 2008 at 10:15 PM

Oh man (or should I say woman), that sounds heavenly! I would ask nary a question if only to have a weekend to myself like that! I say, just go with the flow, baby!

Marivic_Little GrumpyAngel | September 26, 2008 at 12:29 PM

I'm with Lisa, I'll go with the jammie route. Also throw in long hot bath or shower with all the girly-smelly bath wash and gels, self pedis and manis, big soft pillows all around me while I read or have a musicals marathon. I'll also stock up on all my favorite candies and dessert and stuff my face while I blog. Now I'm jealous of your "female wilderness".

Kazzy | September 26, 2008 at 2:28 PM

LOL

Heather of the EO | September 26, 2008 at 3:35 PM

What a wonderful problem, having to decide between pjs, movies, dinners, etc! I'm sure you'll have a great time whatever you choose.

Sidenote: I saw your comment on Heidi Ashworth's post (birthday) about age. I honestly can't believe you're in your forties! Not that forty-ish is old, but you LOOK so stinkin'young!

Just thought I'd share.

Heidi Ashworth | September 27, 2008 at 10:58 AM

Please note, Kazzy, that Heather did not make a similar comment on my blog (you know, the one about me looking to young to be 44) so run with it, woman!

Curly | September 29, 2008 at 12:18 PM

When I was alone in the wilderness I wrote this little song...I ate some bugs, I ate some grass...
Not very deep, but you know my entire life is a movie quote!
Naaachoooooooooo
I love you!