If you had told me a year and a half ago that I would soon own a Jeep, I would have laughed and turned my nose up. Don’t get me wrong, we owned a trail Jeep or two at the time. We have had several over the years. I like Jeeps. I just didn’t see myself as a Jeep person. Those people were crazy. They loved their Jeeps to a weird point, in my opinion. They waved at each other like lunatics. I would have looked at you like you were an idiot to even suggest such a thing. A Jeep, of all things. I was driving a King Ranch F150 and I would never settle for a Jeep. Ever.
Then one day I woke up and thought, “I want one of those right now.” I literally cannot explain it. I told my husband, who was suprised and beyond thrilled. Within two weeks I had my girl. I swear I saw her, I drove her three miles at most, and told them I wanted . It was that fast. And now I’m a Jeep girl who refers to her Jeep like a person. I love customizing it almost as much as I love driving it. Much like my essential oils, I can change it to suit me perfectly. No one has another one exactly like it. I love the looks and the compliments I get, which is totally out of character for me. I like to blend in when I’m around strangers. It’s like I’m a different person. And I like her. Alot.
Today we took the doors off for the first time since I bought it. There’s something about the freedom of blowing in the breeze that is addictive. I can come out of a long day at work, put the top back, and let the breeze carry my stress away. That sounds corny, even to me, and yet here I am. It is by far the most awesome vehicle I have ever owned. My husband is counting the years until I replace it and he gets to make it a full time trail rig. I’m afraid he’s going to have quite a wait. I used to make fun of people taking pictures of their jeep and naming their jeep, of all the goofy things. And yet here I am, driving Jeepy and posting pictures of her like an idiot. And I’m loving every second. 
