Yeah. I am THAT girl.

So I am the girl who wears boot cut jeans, not skinny jeans.

I wear worn out cowboy boots or even my nice ostrich boots, but they are all nicely placed underneath my boot cut jeans.

I am the girl who would laugh if you brought me a drink that was any other color than some version of amber or brown. . .

I am the girl who likes flowers, but in theory. I do not like the cliche red rose, or the cliche dozen red roses. Nope.

I am the girl who would rather ride around in a truck on dirty backroads than sit in a high class restaurant.

I am the girl who can hang with the boys, and who has the fun stories I tell the girls.

I am the girl who will cook, clean, and take care of anyone, but you try to take care of me... I'll probably bite you.

I am the girl who will turn down requests to hang out to just be at home because I can't really host you at your house, now can I?

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A long time ago I wrote this to a guy, a guy who (speaking freely) is the guy.... that one that will always be the 'what if' guy, the guy who knows me to the core without having to ask me any questions or have any dramatic relationship fights with... anyway, I wrote this to him when we were trying to figure out what was going on in our lives/hearts to explain to him how much of a contradiction I was (and am)... I want to get this out there, one more time, because it has been on my mind...

So one thing I can't cook to save my life: pot roast. The easiest thing to get right, I fail at.

I love puppies and babies, but I hate pink. I love flowers but I think that carnations are absolutely disgusting and red roses make me gag. I suck at cleaning regularly, but cannot stand a dirty house. I am horrible with money but I would spend my last dime on taking people to dinner or cooking for them. I hate it when people treat me like a child but I desperately want to be babied when I feel insecure and upset.

I can write a beautiful blog, or a note to someone but when it comes to speaking to someone else about what I am feeling, I look at them and it scares me to say anything....but oh, I can write.

I want to travel but I hate not seeing people I love.

I hate commercials but cannot stand people who flick through the channels.

I call myself a fighter, but in reality, people tend to run all over me because it's easier to make them happy than anything.

If I had it my way, i would already have a family because I want children so badly... but half the time I can't take care of myself.

I want to be rich, but not for wealth, but so I can repay my parents and just have a BBQ every weekend with my friends that I don't really have.

My faith has kept me alive, but sometimes religion leaves a bad taste in my mouth.