Brandie
...I hate bullshit. Plain and simple. I'm usually the one that is hated in conversation because I speak my mind on the subject being discussed. I'm usually referred to as "the Bitch" because I'm not afraid to hurt feelings. I'm not purposely mean, that would be a waste of my time but a good example is when a friend of mine is telling me they are upset because they heard that someone had some nasty things to say about a photo of their night out they posted on Myspace. My reply might be, "Well, you are the one sitting in the strangers lap with your thong showing as you stick your tongue down his throat." Now don't get me wrong, I've had my own tongue-down-a-guys-throat nights out but if someone has something to say about it the last thing I'm going to do is get hurt feelings that they called me sleazy.
In no way am I a princess, although I like to be treated nice. I like to be taken care of because I damn sure take care of my husband. I don't feel guilty when he buys me nice things or takes me to nice places because I put up with shit and he puts up with mine. I've had to work for everything I've got, nothing has been handed to me so when I see people abusing the system while they get to sit on their ass, I have no problem saying something.
I know what real work is, my husband and his father own a heavy duty towing company and the last place I'd be found is inside sitting on my ass in the air conditioning (although it is so nice in our 104 degree weather). I'm out helping wash trucks, I'm out at accident scenes working side by side with firefighters and road side personnel. I know what it really means to get dirt under my fingernails, I know what it means to sweat and I damn sure know what it's like to put forth real effort.
I'm not someone who sits on my butt either. If something needs to be done, I'll do it. Whether it is the usual classified "woman's work" or if it's doing yard work. I'm like that with all things, a good friend of mine has Stage 4 cancer, she just got accepted to The Cancer Centers of America but now her insurance says they won't pay. Instead of just waiting for her to die in front of her 5 year old daughter, her friends and I got off our butts and organized a legit non-profit and got our own Tax ID # so we could hold legit fundraisers. Instead of being pissed and whining about the fact that insurance companies are shitty, we refuse to let her die without us getting off our butts.
I'm the kind of woman is who loyal to my friends, not the loyal kind most classify themselves-loyal enough to get close enough to her husband and sleep with him, I'm the kind of loyal where if they're in a fight, so am I. I might get my ass kicked but I'm damn sure going to be there to back her up. My mother use to tell me that she'd love me no matter what, I thought that sounded like 1950s crap until she looked at me and said "I'm with you no matter how wrong you are, even if I know you're a fool, I'm still going to be bustin' beer bottles if you have a fight." I just laughed as the image ran through my head.
I've got no problems hanging out with the guys, and no, not what some Bitches say is hanging out with the guys but they just want to flirt with a group of guys while they drink fruity drinks. Na, I'm out hunting, fishing (cleaning my own fish), out on the water instead of tanning on the beach, I drink the strongest drink you can throw at me, and not only do I know my way around a car but give me a diesel--a Peterbilt, Freightliner or Kenworth and I'll be up to my elbows in the engine.
I'm just a no bullshit person who cuts ties with people who are all about slugging up drama.
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