People think I'm a bitch...

Lately (not sure what sparked it all) I've had several people remind me how upon first meeting they think I'm a royal B... don't get me wrong, this does not come as a shock to me! I've been told this since I was in high school and throughout my college years "Oh, when I first met you or the first time I saw you!" Then of course they learn the errors of their ways and realize I'm the most bad ass person they've ever met. (Okay, so maybe that's a stretch but still, they were wrong) Even my husband thought that.

Speaking of which, let me tell you about about what my oh so loving husband & bro-in-law used to call me. I will try to keep it short but you know me...

So, about a week before I officially met the hubby, my friend and I were eating at this local Cruces establishment (Dick's cafe-which is the most amazing greasy food ever). We noticed a table full of guys kept looking over at us and chatting amongst themselves... I recognized them from the Ag college but didn't know any of them. We blew it off and went on eating our calorie laden heart attacks on a plate (did I mention I miss the food in NM???).

Fast forward about a week to a quiet Saturday night I was studying, since that is what I did most weekends okay, so I'm a liar too , until the opportunity came about to party in the desert... I mean, you can't turn down "Two-Mile". Anyway, LONG I'll share if it you really want, because I LOVE to talk story short I met Reed there (thanks to bestie!!!) and we started dating. Not too long after we started hanging out I realized Reed was one of the guys at that table and asked him to explain what they were talking about. Of course I already knew the answer... they just were taken aback by Manda & mine beauty.... but I thought I'd humor him and let him tell me. His response wasn't exactly what I had in mind.

"Well, Tres was telling all of us what a big bitch you were". Nice, right?!?!?!? As it turns out, I guess I did "know" one of them and one night at Stomper (oh college, I miss you!) I danced with him and allegedly "refused to talk to him" during the dance, this I do not remember but it may or may not sound like me... but apparently since that day Reed & Tres would refer to me as the "bitch who drives the silver Ford". A very loving name if I do say so myself.

That is just one example of people thinking I may not be the most friendly person (but that one turned out okay.) It used to bug me but as I've gotten older and more stuck in my ways wiser, I have learned to accept it and own it.


My attitude got me in a little always flipping grounded bit of trouble when I was younger. My parents taught me to have my own voice (though I'm pretty sure they wanted to beat it out of me somedays), to be strong and not take crap from anyone. I didn't fall to some notice I didn't say ALL or ANY of the peer pressure out there, if I did something it was because I wanted to.

With all that being said I don't care what most people think of me, if you are going to judge me or talk about me I do not need you in my life, if you hurt my friends or family- we're done, I hold grudges that despite my efforts I cannot get rid of, I'm out spoken and stubborn.

I know that I may come off as harsh or "unfriendly" honestly I'm everything but... I love people, I'm loyal, I'm an open book with a big heart, just want to have a good time, and love making new friends.

I am me and nothing you say will change that, don't try to.