Life ain't always beautiful; but it's a beautiful ride.

Just a born and raised, green eyed, farm beauty. I like rum, and beer. I like reeses. I like big trucks, and I like the way fresh cut grass smells before a big game. I like holding hands. I like getting drunk and occasionally doing things I regret. I like shooting the most and biggest dear every season in Elgin. I like knowing my amazing friends forgive me after a stupid drunken nights of capitan morgan and 4loko. I like driving through big cities for the lights but knowing I’ll never live in one. I like eating pasta, candy,and any calorie in general even though I know I shouldn’t. I like imaginig, no, believing, I can have a love like the ones in movies, story books, and country love songs. I like my kittens, even though our boy doesn’t have a name.. we just call him boy. I like when you get to your destination in less than the estimated time. I like talking about memories with old friends. I like making new memories. I like having dreams, and feel sorry for the people that don’t. I like singing to god, whether it’s in church, in the shower, or in my underwear. I like laughing at myself. I like being able to openly say I’m not ashamed of my past. I like whipping shitties in my truck even though it fucks up my tires. I like drinking OJ straight from the jug. I like that I’m from iowa and I say pop and not soda. I like looking forward to that one week in the summer for church camp. I like, no matter whether it’s big or small, changing lives. I like knowing I’ve left imprints on peoples hearts. I like that my boots have shit on them, yes, literal shit, and I didn’t just buy them to wear to country night or to parties. I like eating pickles from the jar. I like smoking a whole pack of cigarettes when I have a bad day. I like popcorn with my movies. I like my lips on my husbands lips. I like haunted houses and scary movies, but hate the aftermath when I’m laying in bed, scared.I like being 19 and crazy. I like stalking on facebook. I like making racecar noises when I’m driving. But I love my family. God is my main man, but Pete is my life. I live for country music, and if I could get paid to tumblr, I’d be a millionare. I’m sweet a lot of the times, but I stick up for myself, my girls, and my family; meanly, if I have to. I stay up late journaling on my computer, every night. I have the best friends a person could ask for. Ones that come save me an hour away with a gas can at four in the morning, ones that know when somethings wrong, even when my husband can’t tell, and ones that know matter what’s going on with us, they have my back. Solid. I want to be an engineer when I grow up. Because I like math, but mainly because they make bank. Wham bam, thank YOU ma’am. ;) I don’t make sense all the time, and I’m sometimes dumb when trying to explain my feelings. I never know what I want, and when I do, I still second guess it. I didn’t grow up in a fabulous neighborhood; I grew up in a trailorpark. I didn’t have a mom that cleaned my room for me and kept the house extremely clean. I had to clean my own room. I even had to clean the chickens and pigs rooms too. ;) I never had the cute/expensive clothes, I wore walmart shoes to school. I didn’t get a brand new car when I turned sixteen, I got my moms old taurus. My parents didn’t have great anniversary parties, and have date night; they got divorced when I have twelve. I was never the popular kid in school; i wasn't a size zero and i had acne. I didn’t have a fairytale sibling-ship with my sisters; we fought, we yelled, and we didn’t like to share. But with all this, KNOW, my life has been all that I can ask for. I have a mom that gives more love to her four children than anyone I know. A mom that has been through so much, as strong as a rock, being the best role model a girl like me could ask for. KNOW, that my sisters are my best friends. When my parents got divorced my mom couldn’t afford to live on her own, so we moved in with my grandparents, best. Move. Of. My. Life. If that didn’t happen, I wouldn’t have moved to Dike and I wouldn’t have the people in my life I do now. God sure knew what he was doing when he put my family together; he had an amazing plan for a loving family. My hands were taught at a young age to do laundry, knead dough, and pitch fork pig shit, but if you look at these hands and who’s attached to them, you’ll see a girl that is country strong. A girl that can make it on her own. A girl that’s proud of who she is and how she was raised. A girl that can put you in your place for not saying please, a girl that can write a sermon for church on sunday, and a girl that can shotgun a busch light faster than you can blink. My tumblr may not be the cutest thing ever, it may not be creative, and it may not spark your interest at all, WHATSOEVER, but that’s why it’s not your tumblr. It’s MY life story, and you see it here. A walking comentary of my life, turning page for page as days go by. I was born an original, and I won’t die a copy.