Growing up I was a tomboy. While my Mom may have wanted to take me out on salon days, paint my nails, curl my hair... primp. I probably would have thrown a fit or purposely sabotaged my beautiful nails with fresh mud or sand or something, maybe even shave my head to get rid of the curls for good. I refused to wear makeup because I thought it was pathetic and debasing to paint your face for some dumb guy. I am still one of the most stubborn people you will ever meet. Mom gave up on trying to make me girly eventually, and helplessly watched as I nurtured my love of all things Lowe's by working on projects with my Dad. She watched as I joined the Army. While I am still ridiculously excited when I can do more pull-ups than a man or when I visit hardware stores, I've grown to love my feminine side as well. Finally... at 30 years old I wear girly clothes, do my makeup, sport my sparkly trinkets, and can walk in heels. Shout-out to m...