EstroGen-isis

I like girls. My dogs are girls, my favorite horse is a girl and I am pretty sure I have more friends that are girls than guys. I have spent a lot of time thinking about that trying to understand. Why? I love sports, hate to shop and don't know squat about white wine , so I'm not a metro in any way. Ok, well my iphone cover is hot pink but thats all about being "Tough Enough To Wear Pink" for Breast Cancer Research

There was a very wealthy business man in my community who passed away recently. Several of my business associates were discussing this man's passing and the obvious disconnect between our collective experience with this person and the obituary that was published in the paper (a common occurrence in Midland) . One of the guys who had a knowledge of the man's background spoke up. "His parents sent him off to military school when he was 7 years old, he was raised by WOLVES."

I now have a grater understanding of the "Alpha Female" concept since I started taking care of a herd of seven horses. The boss of my little group is a little sorrel mare I call DeeDee. She is tough, works hard and does everything I ask her to do in the saddle. But everyone lines up behind her at feeding time, she is the boss lady. Two older mares and four older geldings all submit to her lead. Contrary to the way Hollywood portrays them, bands of wild horses are led by a tough experienced mare, not a big young stallion.

Like the business acquaintance I described above, I am a product of my raising. I am in no way saying that my mom was an "Alpha Female", she was not. My mom was diagnosed with MS when she was 27 years old and had three small boys, ages 1, 3 and 6 years. My grandmother died when mom was 11 and she was one of a dozen children. She had 4 sisters and three were older than her. When my grandfather remarried soon after my grandmother's death, my mom and her younger sisters moved in with the older girls and they survived together. They were a tenacious, independent and hard working bunch. When my mom was faced with the task of raising those 3 boys with a disease like MS, those sisters swooped in and helped my dad pick up the slack. When my dad left us years later, it was that same bunch of aunts that came in and shored everything up. The men in their lives became our male influences as did my mother's brothers. But these strong women left their mark on me, some of those marks, I am ashamed to say, were visible for a few days.

These women taught me to trust my instincts, they held loyalty and fidelity as the highest of their principals and taught me that emotions when properly focused were power. They also taught me that women appreciate men who notice the subtle elements of their dress. It is the expression of their own personal and unique style that they hope men will recognize and admire. My mom taught me that a man that understands that a women does not necessarily need a man to be complete is a better man.

In that this is the makeup of my formative years, it is my EstroGen-isis!