She's more......

Male and female represent the two sides of the great radical dualism. But in fact they are perpetually passing into one another. Fluid hardens to solid, solid rushes to fluid. There is no wholly masculine man, no purely feminine woman. - Margaret Fuller

Pedicures. And O.P.I's Affair In Red Square and the perfect coral. Diamonds in Platinum. All accessories really. Including my vintage Chanel sunglasses, my pressed silver ring made from an 1820's luggage tag, and my grandmother's black pearls. New crushes. Riding on Monday mornings. Real Cowboys. Making out in the rain. Real Men. Listenin to my punks laugh. Wrangler butts. Passion. Being Fearless. Being Mom-mom. Honesty. Intuition. Not settling. Eye contact. Passion. Chick flicks. Paying it forward. Being delicate. Strong too. Crisp white button downs and a cocked hat. Push up bras and cleavage. Pretty panties. Lace and yes, even a little pink. Turquoise full quill ostrich boots. Porn Star hair. Girls night out and hysterical pick up lines or not. Nights when we just wanna have fun. Feeling sexy. Branding cattle. A terrific read. A stolen glance. Men in chinks. An intelligent opinion. Peterbilts. Confidence. A wink. Flirting. Wanting what you have. A kiss on the neck. Holding hands. Perfume. Bijan to Pleasures to Giorgio Red to Victoria's Secret Pink. Smelling good is an art.

Kissing my father good night. Being his daughter. Roping as well as a man. My punks and being the not so perfect mother. Having no regrets. Reading too much into things. Crying. Really, it's a pressure valve. Sometimes it just needs to open up. Getting to know me. Soft skin. Smooth legs after shaving. Straight leg blue jeans. Dr. Pepper. My bible and its worn pages. Sleeping in boxers. Wispy tendrils of hair that fly up to the sunroof while I'm driving. Cranking up Cross Canadian Ragweed's Alabama, just cause I can. Letting men be gentlemen. Blue eyes. Door opening and such. New mascara. God's country. Good conversation for hours. Giving good "Mind." Politics. Hips. My bra size. The curve of me. Throw pillows and tickling in bed. Forgiveness. Intimate Moments. Window shopping. Shopping once a year, the day after Thanksgiving. Caring about thread counts and napkin rings and hand towels and picture frames. Pillow talk. The sex that comes before. The fitting together of it all. Baking. Tan lines. Or not. Sun dresses. Strapless anything. Skiing in waist deep powder. Aveda soy wax candles. Someone who gets me. Or just loving me as I am. Sweet Nothings. Little dogs that fit into handbags with names like Macy and Cody. I'm almost ashamed to admit I own two. A cowdog named Hank. Baths with bubbles. Long rides in a new place. Hot showers with another. Knowing that wanting more doesn't make you less of anything. Being "LOST". Being called "Baby Girl" and liking it. Watching mustangs run and understanding the word majestic. A kiss seared into your memory.

Fresh wild flowers on my bedside table. Monogrammed stationary with silver E's swirled on the front. Self confidence. Loving what I do. Great hands. New Lipsticks. Being sassy. Ponytails. Strong, fast horses. A great smile. A knowing glance. A caress. Being the smartest person in a room. Laying in a hay field under the stars. Knowing you are needed. Having a handful of friends I'd give my life for. Wrap around porches. Desire. A slow dance in the kitchen. Fitting perfectly in the nook. Feeling beautiful naked, without artificial supplement, in front of the mirror, after my morning shower. Simply, that my body is mine even if it is not perfect. A glass of sweet tea brought out to the fields. Being the girl next door. It's good being a girl. And not minding it one bit! Sarcasm. A gold band. Being on the back of a BSA with my hair in the wind. Not living for another's opinion. Not minding being different. Unconditional love. Pursuing what I want. Belief in myself. Belief in God and his plan for me. Knowing the end is near. Watchin my punks become men I am proud of, as they are the best part of me. Hearing God speak.

…did I mention sexy heels, handmade cowboy boots, and expensive purses? Handmade gifts from the punks. The sun on my face. Not minding my hair turning gray. Wit. Playin in the dirt. The perfect little black dress, that's ten years old. The smell of home. Taking a million picture. Skinny dippin. Being God's child. Cooking with love. Memories that are priceless. Being outspoken. Chivalry. Life in Oklahoma. Saying goodbye and meaning it. Laundry dried on the line. Trust. Integrity. A handshake that means something. Quilting like my granny taught me. Comfort foods. Starting over. Having a crush. Watchin a man work. Crown Royale. The NFR. Fishin at dusk. A clean house. Making mistakes and learning from them. Bonfires. Being thrilled at the thought of someone else finding what makes them happy. Foghorn Leghorn. Thunderstorms. Liking myself. Tree stands. A clean pick-up. Writing. A random act of kindness. My oldest punks first date. My youngest punk explaining God's perfect love to me. Ballard's milkshakes and banana snow cones. Being able to truly take care of myself. Happy Bunny. Lonesome Dove. Understanding Ayn Rand. Being open minded. Knowing that loving someone means putting their happiness above your own. Ridin fences. Having realistic expectations. Fried pickles. County Fairs. Fireworks.

Second Chances. Christ's Blood. Newborn colts. Bottle calves. Taking a risk. Being alone but not lonely. Apologizing sincerely. Feeling Blessed. Having my hair washed. Breakin ice. Observing people. Truly listening when someone talks. Tie dyes. My maternal grandparents leading by example. Laughing at myself, out loud. Concerts. Someone complimenting the punks on their manners. Writing letters. Having a secret admirer. Mucking stalls. Worshiping God the way HE deserves. Pride in my accomplishments. Being at peace. Occasionally being naive. Fireflies. Knowing what it's like to have it all and to lose it all. And rambling, because it is who I am and what I do!

speak truth. speak no lies. speak of you and me. speak of nothing and everything in between. speak life so you know you're alive. speak well and speak loud. speak laughter and love. speak often. speak easy.

Talk Hard….