A Night as CINDERELLA in NEVER NEVER LAND......**

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GOOD MORNING STARSHINE! Today is going to be an AMAZING DAY, I had fabulously creative dreams and woke up to the man of my dreams. 

Yesterday while I frantically tried to get everything done for the weekend to leave enough time to beautify for The Ball I started thinking. (Yes.....even though I have been punched in the head I still think.)

Was this whole 'Ball' thing horribly old fashioned and out dated? Are people reading my facebook posts and thinking to themselves what a dizzy military wife...why is she so excited about a stupid ball? 'Balls' are a stuffy old fashion military tradition that objectifies woman.

Or is it a great tradition that should be more widely practiced? Were others in my peer group envious that I get to play dress up, walk on the arm of an American Super Hero and dance the night away? 

Do old fashioned traditions give men the opportunity to be strong and heroic? Do they give woman the opportunity to be feminine and admired?

 
'Back in the old days' before Television was abused the way it is today, and the roles of women and men were more traditional, when swing music, romance, dancing and formal attire were more common, did woman feel more appreciated and sexy and romanced? Did men feel more confident, masculine, and important?

 I say this because.......as soon as I woke up yesterday I was excited about spending a incredibly, romantic and old fashioned evening dressed up with my wonderfully amazing husband. 

I also asked LEGS about how he feels....Does he even like going to these events?  He said he enjoys the traditionalism, he gets excited when I dress up, he likes to take pictures, and while we are out he is incredibly affectionate and protective of me.

As I was getting ready I was thinking how rare it is that I dress up, that I go to events where I have the opportunity to meet new people, participate in a dialogue, be entertained and celebrate all in one night.  Most date nights or even nights out with friends are casual, people of your choosing and its difficult to include all the elements a 'Ball' brings to the table.  

 

And as I strutted my stuff in my beautiful dress last night, I did not at all feel objectified.  I felt even more powerful then most days punching boys in the face.  I was turning heads and holding men's attention as a thing of beauty and mystery.  For one moment I was captivating somebody's attention and honestly reveling in it.

This is a picture of me and a German Officer.  I asked him to take a picture with me, upon inspection of the first picture we took together he asked if we could do it over again because he said he looked too serious in the first one.  I found this to be incredibly adorable and charming!

LEGS was able to wear his uniform, with all of his ribbons and citations on it.  He was 'allowed' to be admired, honored and celebrated as well.  He was able to assist me more then I ever allow him on a normal day, show me off in a manner that I would not otherwise approve, drink more then usual, tell stories and brag about being a man.  (Side Note: if he would ever behave this way on a normal day I would be mortified).

A 'Ball' gives us an opportunity to slip back into the days of yesteryear, to embrace the more traditional roles of being a manly man and a feminine woman, enjoy some good old fashioned romance, to celebrate our accomplishments and each other, to take pictures that we will hang on our wall, and show our grandchildren. 

 

This strong female, who is more then just an extension of her husband and his military career thinks that a 'Ball' is a wonderful tradition that I am honored and lucky to participate in.  

The silly Cinderella fairy tales, the romance and traditionalism, the stuffy old fashioned 'Balls' are what's missing in our society today......

Random Thoughts:

Hey Don't leave me!

Is she seriously wearing that? YIKES


I thought this was OLD HOLLYWOOD? Did they not get the MEMO?

God.....thank you GOD I did not tat myself all up.....it looks so tacky in an evening gown.

I like toasts, its a lost art, nobody makes toasts any more.....


Some people think they know EVERYTHING.......jeez SHUT UP.......


Do these guys really think they are hard? They are in a tiny club....in GERMANY......this isn't Baltimore....


I HATE THESE SHOES......MY FEET HURT SOOOOO F'IN BAD RIGHT NOW I WANT TO FIND THE PERSON THAT INVENTED HEELS AND BURN THEM ALIVE RIGHT NOW!

OMG....that just happened and I cannot stop laughing.......oh god my stomach hurts....I am laughing myself to tears.....


I love my husband.....I am so lucky....heavy sigh and stars in my eyes.....


AND we have had WAY TOO MUCH TO DRINK....

OVER & OUT


Just another day in the life of an unlikely military wife......**