Something that is, and always has been infinitely annoying to me is that people consistently make wrong assumptions about me. I have a mother who is an ACDC loving, Neiman Marcus shopping, Mercedes driving, socialistic, crazy city person. And a father who only listens to Willie's place, hunts in his free time, drives a flat bed toyota pick-up, thinks Mitt Romney is liberal, and is a retired rodeo cowboy who says my hometown of 2,500 is getting too BIG. Looking at me, it would be easy to assume that I'm a lot more like my mom. I dress well, I have many more hand bags than I could ever use, I drive a compact eco-friendly car. And all the outer signs confuse people into forgetting that I'm way more like my dad. My hometown is my favorite place in the entire world, I actually started crying when I heard the song "Where I'm From" on the radio today because I was so homesick. Out of all the fancy expensive restaurants I've been to, I prefer the Parowan Cafe. I go to elk camp almost every year. I'm a decent shot. Despite the fashion boots and freshly manicured hands I am not afraid of dirt. I'm not afraid of hard work. I love driving my dad's Ford 350. Camp fire is one of my favorite things. The smell of dirt is another of my favorite things. I love going to the horse races.
The main point of all this information is that I am a complex person. One minute I am a high maintenance sissy from the city and the next I'm covered in dirt showing some boy how to pull weeds. Don't underestimate my ability to do anything. My entire life I have had to be a city girl and a country girl. Don't take that for granted. I'm educated and well spoken, but don't be surprised if I drop the t in mountain or the o in iron. Most importantly- I'm an octogon- not a square or a circle, so don't be surprised when you try to fit me in the square/cirle shaped peg...I'm warning you now, I won't fit.
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