So, let me tell you how I went from being a 100% tomboy to the semi-girlie girlie/semi-tomboy I am today.

From the time I can remember my brother and I competed with each other. For example, who could throw the farthest, who could run the fastest, who could spit the farthest, etc. Are you seeing a trend here? They were all guy things. And my dad nurtured this competitive atmosphere between my older brother and myself. When I was five years old I ran my first 5K and finished first in the 14 and under age division. By the time I was 12, my dad and I had ran 5K�s (I have forgotten how many, that�s how many I have ran), played baseball, swam in competition swim meets (breaking county records in free-style), banged up my go-kart (actually demolished it into a tree in our yard�mom�s nightmare), crashed my mini-bike sevvvveeerrrallll times, and built a dirt-box derby car with my dad.

Then I turned 13. My mom had seen enough of her daughter being her second son. I came home from school one day and walked into my bedroom. It was painted lavendar with huge soft yellow stripes going down the walls. The one wall that slanted was yellow, with lavendar polka dots. It was actually pretty cool looking. But girlie. Then, I opened my armoire and screamed! No boy jeans. No plaid flannel shirts. In their sacred places hung, gulp, little skirts from Aeropostale. Tops to match the skirts. Girlie shoes. I about fainted. Then I looked at my dresser�make-up! Okay, I could play with that.

So, I trudged onto the school bus the next morning in my girlie clothes and by that night our phone didn�t stop ringing with boys wanting to talk to me. Dad�s nightmare! That next year I was a Cheerleader, homecoming princess nominee, and well on my way to converting to the world of girls!

Okay, so now it's time to tell me something about you!

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