i contradict myself way too much. i'm very self-conscious, but at times i can be a bit vain. it's taken me a long time to figure out who i am, but it's taken me even longer to be happy with that. i'm married to a man who helps me never hate being me...i don't deserve him and i know it. i'm a proud mama and undoubtedly my baby is the most beautiful girl on the planet, and my boston terrier is the most ferocious. in short, my husband is more bad ass than yours, and my babies are more kick ass. my choice in clothing is something that would make your mother cringe and your grandmother feel nostalgic. my interests run the gamut of wholesome to shocking. i wish i knew more about the world...i'm often confused for rose mcgowan, "that girl in beetlejuice", "the girl from cvs", "the girl from ncis"...or anyone with dark hair and pale skin for that matter. i live in a small town, so i expect no better. i suppose it's a compliment.
i enjoy the finer things in life like pabst blue ribbon, secondhand clothing stores, and trashy clubs. i'm a classy, classy broad.
aside from being the most envied woman on the planet, you also know me as the co-pastor of revolution charlotte . yes, that's why i look familiar. it's not who i am, but what i do that defines me.
