I'm A Princess, Not A Wimp

I'm not a wimp; but I am princess.

I'm not a wimp. I play with 1500 pound animals, and I have the upper hand! I lift hay bales and 50 pound feed bags. I muck stalls. I eat out of trash cans on a regular basis - not because I have to in order to survive, but just because of the adventure. Bugs don't make me scream, and I don't mind killing them with a flip-flop. Not too much will make me shriek, actually, except maybe blood. I hate blood, and all things medical. I've camped for days without running water. Once I didn't shower for a full week (and when I did, it was garden hose style). I've walked 12 miles in the rain (complaining). I'll eat anything off the floor - even the barn floor. There might be more, but I'll stop there. I'm not a wimp.


But I am a princess. I love all things feminine (except nail polish. I hate nail polish). I feel comfortable in skirts, and think they're beautiful. Pink is my favorite color, although I don't usually wear it. I love big, chunky jewelry. I wear 4 rings (at least) at any given time: 3+ on my fingers, and 1 on my toe. I adore flowers - especially red roses (roses that aren't red -what's the point?). Sunrises (even when it means getting up at the crack of dawn to see one). Sunshine. Trees (trees and sunshine together - even better). Ribbon. Candles. Hairs/updos/products/styles/you name it. Chocolate: white chocolate, milk chocolate, dark chocolate. I'm a princess.

I don't think I really have a point with this post. I'm a princess. But I'm not a wimp. The end. :)