“You should write a book.”

I can’t count the times I have heard the above comment. In true fashion, I will not give in to peer pressure, therefore, I chose to write a blog instead. This is my introductions to the world. sit back, relax, and hang on. It gets wild, folks.

I am unapologetically me; a late 30’s female, gay, somewhat conservative, coffee and dog loving, God fearing, meat eating, gun shooting southerner. (I know, I lost you already. Just hang on, it gets better. Take a sip of something.)

I am originally from southern Alabama, where the stench in the air is a mixture of the papermills, catfish ponds, and cow shit. I went to Kindergarten in a residential home and my senior English Teach was also the Headmaster and Mayor. (No joking there.) I excelled in not paying attention, but it didn’t matter because I was good on the Volleyball court and Softball field. (Who needed math, anyway?) I zoned out one day watching the medics go to the local factory across the street and then woke up 20 years later in emergency services.

I spent my teenage weekends with my friends, riding through the two red light town and meeting people at the Dairy Queen. If not tat, then we were inventing trouble. (“Rearranging Christmas deer decorations on the main highway, stealing realty signs, and other drunken shenanigans I care not to tell because I fear the statute of limitations.)

I’ve spent my adulthood in emergency services. There’s too much to tell in one sitting and even more that I care not to relive. Death, destruction, and people who call the cops because one won’t have sex with the other because “they smell like hotdog water”.

This is just the beginning. So pull up a chair, sit a while, and continue reading my journey; Rhetorical Ramblings.