I really prefer for you to tell me about yourself. But here it goes: I am a feisty, fiery redhead from the deep South. I was born in New Orleans and grew up as far South as a person can travel without falling into the Gulf. I came from a family who feared God, Big Government and running out of food when company was visiting. I am a silly, witty girl who uses humor to deal with any hurt I have. (Humor and Krispy Kremes, actually.) I am too analytical for most men and too loud for most women. I love to laugh and laughter is the key to my heart. My Mama is the picture of a perfect Southern Belle; always gorgeous, smiling and yielding to the whims of others. My Father is a workaholic, very serious all the time and has probably thought I am ridiculous since I was born. That’s right, big surprise, I am a girl with major Daddy Issues. That brings us to my Daddy, not to be confused with my Dad. My Daddy (AKA Mr. Loves Being Loved) is your storybook unavailable man who has captured my heart and has broken it.