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If you follow me on Instagram, you know I have been blowing up your feed over the past week and a half with photos from the Haven Conference, a friend’s wedding, and other random photos documenting my ridiculously crazy life.
That I love.
Over these past couple of weeks, I’ve done a little evaluating of myself.
Here’s what I’ve come up with:
I cuss too much.
I kind of suck at fashion. I have to send photos of my clothes to the man of questionable honor to get his advice on what to wear.
I suck at makeup as well. I’m totally the girl buying the prepackaged eyeshadow colors that work with your eye color and tell you exactly where to place each color. Lipstick purchases are traumatizing. Brittany has gotten multiple texts asking “Can I pull off this shade of pink?”
Most would consider my parenting skills lacking – I’m most definitely not a granola mom.
If there is music, I will most likely make a fool of myself on the dance floor by breaking out a move from my middle school days or some Footloose-esque dance move.
Many would classify me as a redneck country girl.
I suck at loading the dishwasher and washing clothes – Grunt Labor has to pick up all the slack there.
Refined is the exact opposite of anything that would describe me.
I’d rather have a cheap beer than a glass of wine.
And if I do decide I want a glass of wine, I will buy whatever is cheapest.
I suck at emotional stuff – I don’t do tears in public if I can help it.
Even during July, I’m pale as a ghost. I slather on that sunscreen like nobody’s business.
At 23, I was already divorced.
My body will never again be what they were pre-circus.
I’m snarky sometimes. Ok, a lot.
I say what I think and if it doesn’t suit you, oh well.
Wow, I’m a real winner.