Once upon a time, there was a Southern girl named Amanda. She was brought up a sweet, young lady – but then her dad moved her to Las Vegas when she was 14. She tried leaving many times, but the city kept calling her back. Now she’s tattooed and can’t stop saying the word fuck, no matter how hard she tries. Some things can’t be helped.
Fast forward a few years to the beginning of this blog - 2010, to be exact.
She’s the single mom of two kids. Having left an abusive relationship with her kids’ dad, the Chicken was working hard getting her life back. She was evidently also trying to get her 20′s back, because she played even harder than she worked. We’ll call this period Beaus and Booze.
It was fun, but sad really. She had given up on finding love of any sort and had set her sights on a life of spinsterhood.
Then, out of the blue, there was this guy. He made her laugh, took her on the best first date ever, then was too shy to kiss her good night. She loved him.
They moved in together. He asked her to marry him! The Chicken was happy.
Two weeks later, she was buying wine, twizzlers, and a pregnancy test.
Now? That Chicken is a newlywed, the mom of five (yes! FIVE!), a bonafide housewife, and oh so very fried. She’s still tattooed (those things just don’t go away, you know) and still says fuck. Too much for my taste. Southern girls aren’t supposed to talk that way. But like I said – some things just can’t be helped.