Monday, January 31, 2011

Word Of The Year

So today while making Chicken, Vegetable Tortellini soup, and doing the dishes and making snowmen cookies that, sadly, looked nothing like I'd pictured and only slightly resembled snowmen, I thought of my word for the year.

Two years ago, "light" worked out well I was able to cast a lot of light on some dark beliefs that had kept me trapped in, well, the dark

Then last year was, "experience". Yay me! I learned how to spell it and I learned a lot about experience. My feelings/learning's are best summarized here.

I have spent all of January trying to find just the right word, a word that will give me the courage to step into the light, experience without fear and walk joyfully through the next half of my life a changed woman.

Drummmmm, rollllllll!

My word for 2011 is BALLS, as in, time to grow a pair and do some stuff.

I'm off to a good start, I signed up for a writers conference in February.

I am registering for a 10k in June.

I must say, however, the most ballsy thing I've done so far is publicly owning my word, I think I'll have a t-shirt made...

See, I always worry what people will think. I try to let only the appropriate, sweet parts of me show... this year I'll be, uhhh, showing my balls. Hmm, well...something like that.

Judgers (so a word) beware, this girl's growing balls and she's not afraid to use 'em.

Now, I realize I run the risk of blending into my background, I am surrounded by a lot of testosterone producing danglies. I assure you this is all about me being a more beautiful, God lovin, happy, sexy, crazy WOMAN. So don't you worry.

And, thanks to all for your vote of Boy Raising Advice confidence. I'm planning on Thursdays as the post day.

Woo Hoo! 2011's gonna be great!

12 comments:

LeShel said...

I'm thinking you've got the best word choice this year!

Barbaloot said...

I'm just having a hard time getting past the chicken, vegetable tortellini soup! I really want some of that right now.

Kristina P. said...

I think this might top my word of Smut!

Boy Mom said...

Wow, Kristina, I'm deeply touched!

Barb, it was sooooo goooood. I'll post the recipe.

LaShel, can't agree more! It just feels so right.

Garden of Egan said...

OK, you're about the funniest stinkin' MOM ever!!!

Ya, grow some balls, that's awesome.
Glad I popped in.

Cori Ann said...

I LOVE YOU BOY MOM!

Unknown Mami said...

I love that you are embracing BALLS! Go for it! We all need a pair.

Mark said...

In this world of overly-sensitive people and political correctness, as a male reader I feel it is my duty to point out that your terminolgy is no longer appropriate. We, as the male class, feel better with the acronym NUTS ('nads under thin skin) or even the BOYS (bollocks onder yer skivvies). Please give the little troopers the respect they deserve!

Boy Mom said...

Mark, while I appreciate your concern for proper political correctness, I think you must agree that nothing quite captures the passion I'm going for this year better than the term, "Balls out!" Thanks for your concern but 2011 is about me,"embracing, "BALLS!" as one reader so eloquently put it.

B.A.L.L.S. Babe Awesomely Living Life Saucily

Tiffany said...

Love your word. You go girl! Also, don't know where I've been in Jan. but I just caught up on all your posts. You make me laugh! The octopus soup? So funny. I could go on and on. Miss you guys!

MBLL said...

What, are you thinking! You'll get so chafed training for that 10K in June. I'll be sure to get you a jock and some spray.

Girl, you have always had " BALLS," again you are looking from the inside. I think "they" just get tuck away or most likely focused on all the "ding-a-lings," in your home,therefore not being able to reach their full potential. So now that you are reaching "parental puberty," you can go "balls out," and do the THINGS that you want to do.

Suz said...

They are called "berries," at our place. Well, actually twig and berries. He-he.

You like "berries," so why not.

But excuse me, I had better be invited to run that 10K with you!!!

Luvs

Suz

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