There is nothing I love to do more than make someone’s day. I have a strong passion for helping people and I believe I will always be that way. Nothing you can say will change me or the fact that I’m just a nice person, and I pride myself in that.

My life has been far from peachy, however I am often referred to as a “peach.” I don’t know if it’s from being that Southern (Tennessee, born and raised) or that sweet. I love being Southern. It’s a sense of culture, and definitely something I am proud of, I used to trick-or-treat at Johnny Cash’s house, and I guarantee that’s something you will never hear the end of.

My biggest flaws are that my perception of forever is horribly lacking, I can never fight the urge to give money to the homeless, and oddly enough, I am convinced I can save the world.

Despiste the rocky road that I’ve seen over and over again, there are a few people that have made this life possible for me. Eric, my brother, has been my driving force. There would be no Kelley without Eric because he most definitely showed me that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. He has a beautiful family that I admire, and pray that maybe one day I will have the balls to accomplish such a thing. And then there’s Les. My God, could anyone ask for a better friend? There is nothing that I could say to this woman that would ever make me feel dumb, or wish I hadn’t said. She knows me inside and out. She is a fucking genius and I still can’t understand how she can even manage to somehow tolerate my ass. Seriously.

I own two dogs that go by the name of Lola Bean and Duker (I also call him bubba, dookie and kitty). I raised Lola since she was a puppy and acquired Duker when he was four. I had no idea how much impact having dogs (or pets, for that matter) would have on my life. They are the greatest reason to get up in the morning and I don’t know what I would do without having them love me so unconditionally. There’s also Mr. Pickle, Shawn’s dog… he’s a good ole boy and is pretty much the man dog of the house, he looks over the other dogs and kicks ass when need be.

My relationships thus far have been nothing less than dysfunctional. Ranging from a closet-gay to a drug addict, I thought I loved them all. If they have taught me anything, it’s that you shouldn’t get drunk and accidentally give your number to someone at a bar. Always bad news.

Luckily I met Shawn in January of 2008 and I couldn’t have asked for a better way to start the year. Since meeting we’ve spent every second together. It’s so refreshing to stumble upon someone who treats you like you’re a queen after you’ve been walked over constantly by someone who was supposed to love you. I’ve never felt so free in a relationship before… I sing horrid opera and dance like a white girl. I fart, burp and don’t shave my legs for weeks on end, and he laughs about it right along with me.

I own my home and I have an amazing job, both of which I worked really hard for. I drink a lot of beer and love macaroni and cheese. I try not to judge a book by it’s cover because I’d rather you not judge me by mine. I can only imagine how crazy it must seem from the outside.