It makes me giggle, the mere assumption that I need someone to come swoop me up and take care of me. Obviously, someone with said assumption has never met me and certainly does not know me. The LAST thing that I will ever need is a rescue, I have my life pretty much taken care of thank you very much.
I own everything in my house, my nicely decorated and well kept house…hell I even own the house (and it’s not anything I gained from Jason either). 😉 I don’t spend frivolously, I have no credit cards. I have no desire to use anyone for anything, ever. Nor do I ever plan on teaching my kids that they will ever need rescued. The princess/prince fairytales make my stomach turn.
I do have a life and I do have a past and it’s not one that I am the least bit shy about or ashamed of. I absolutely can have a good time, and not be a lush about it.
I may only be 32, thats 32 fantastic years so far filled with lessons that follow me every day. I am not a bad person, if anything my strength, especially as a woman, should be something that can be looked up to.
So please, I know you’re curious about me and all but the best way to get a grasp of the person that I am is to just ask, not to poke around at 2,500 pictures.