You're never going to believe this weight loss miracle

Wow.....what a year, is all I can say.  A lot of it was really, really bad, and a lot of it was so amazing that I can't stop smiling.  The people in my life right now, the blessings that they have been, the opportunities that have presented themselves to me, and the work I have been doing have a way of cancelling out every bad day.  Most days I am so happy that I feel like I might explode into a million butterflies and glitter.

Still, they haven't come without a cost.

Last year, my body started wigging out.  When I say wigging out, I mean, I was pretty sure I was going to die.  After about a million tests and specialists, there it was.  The big "C".  I had cancer.  There is nothing like facing the possible end of your life to make you rethink everything.  After going through a terrifying process that lead up to surgery and a healing process with every complication you can think of, I made it to the other side cancer free.

Listen to your body.  Don't miss any of the tests you're supposed to get done.  Learn about the signs and symptoms of cancer.  Act right away when something isn't right, even if you feel like you might be overreacting.  Only you know your body's baseline.

I'm also going through a divorce, which complicates life even more.

Part of reclaiming myself was also a long look at my health.  Like, a loooooong look.  I didn't buy into a special diet...to me that's silly.  High fat, low carb, no this, no that....I am not that girl.  At the end of the day, I want to be able to eat what I want without sacrificing...well, what I want.  I didn't buy into a weight loss product, or workout program, or all of the things people are always pitching that are supposed to work miracles.

That's expensive, and not what I'm into.

No.  Guys, it's really not that complicated, yet when people ask me how I'm doing it and I answer them, I end up with confused big anime eyed blinking stares.  It's like suddenly I started speaking a dead language that no one understands and they are frozen in time just waiting me to start speaking english again.

I started listening to my body and moving more.  That's it.  Weight loss is an easy equation.  Every calorie you put in has to be burned and then some.  That means moving your body.

Don't get me wrong, I don't count calories, I'm just aware of averages.  I have ADHD, and on the days I tried to remember to count calories, 25 things distracted me from actually doing it.

I also did not go on some crazy mission to the gym every day (believe it or not, I don't have a gym membership), but I started filling my time with movement.  While everyone is leaning on the counter talking about their day, I was doing squat sets, calf raises, or tossing a medicine ball in the air and catching it.  Nothing too crazy to start with, just some.  Matter of fact, I started by doing sets of 25.  I started walking.  I started dancing.  The more I moved my body, the more it wanted to move.  I do 7 mile hikes now and got my squats up to 6 sets of 100, and I feel stronger than I ever have.

If I want
a beer, I have
a beer

I also started listening to what it wanted and making choices based on that.  Hey, if I want a cheeseburger, I eat a cheeseburger.  If I want a beer, I have a beer.  The question is, does my body want a cheeseburger?  Most of the time it doesn't.  Over time, my taste actually changed.  I used to chug a blended sugar filled coffee every single day.  Now, the thought of one makes me want to barf, and the last time I had one, I got about four drinks in before I nearly did just that.  I don't really want sugar filled crazy garbage anymore.  I have become more in tune with what my body wants, and most of the time it wants street tacos, and guess what?  I have them.  Yesterday I went to the Portland Highland Games and had a banger (crazy hot dog thing with mushrooms and onions) and fries and beer.  Do I feel sad about it?  Heck no!!

So, let's break it down again.  Move less, eat better.  Know what?  When you eat better, you get to eat more.  I'm not kidding you.  If I eat a light breakfast and a salad for lunch, I can have a big bowl of pasta with cheese on it for dinner and not be sad and mad.

On the left, me 4 months ago.  On
the right, me now,

Where am I in this process?  I started this journey 6 months ago (after the healing process from my surgery allowed) and I'm down 51.5 lbs.  I have been dreading showing these photos to the world, because I was always the person who never let my size be clear in my photos, but I know it has to be done.

Let's recap: Cancer free, more than 50 lbs down in 6 months, and I don't feel like I've given up anything.  I have gotten a little more aggressive with body movement since, but that will happen once you start listening to your body.  I've also been incredibly blessed to have built an amazing support system filled with people I can't imagine my life without.


It's amazing what the universe provides if you just ask.  I'm not

On the left, me 5 months ago, on the right, me 2 days ago.

kidding, I literally asked the universe and it almost immediately answered.  You should try it.

Life hasn't been without its complications, and I am still always nervous when I have an oncology appointment ahead of me, but the blessings in my life right now are far too many to count.

Listen to your body.  Eat less, move more.  Know what you want and what you will and will not allow in your life, and make it happen.  Trust me, life is too short to be unhappy, unhealthy, and not strive for your best possible self.

Thanks for stopping by!  It means a lot to me!
XOXO-The Stun Gun Girl

Anonymous takes on the Dark Web and shuts down child pornography sites

Anonymous is a hacktivist organization that sends shivers down the spines of top executives and government officials all over the world.  Known for attacking service providers and institutions that violate human rights, it’s no wonder they set their sights on Dark Web, the underbelly of the internet where the worst atrocities are committed. 

According to harkcread.com, Anonymous has taken down the Freedom Hosting II servers that affect more than 10,000 websites.  Freedom Hosting II is one of the largest hosting services on the Dark Web and hosts about 20% of all underground websites. 

Is that all?  No.  They also have stolen the identities of more than 380,000 users, who received this message the last time they logged on:

 “Hello, Freedom Hosting II, you have been hacked.  We are disappointed.  This is an excerpt of your page, ‘We have a zero tolerance policy to child pornography.’ But what we found while searching through your server is more than 50% child porn…Moreover you host many scam sites, some of which are evidently run by yourself to cover hosting expenses.  All your files have been copied and your database has been dumped. (74GB of files and 2.3GB of database).  Up to January 31^st, you were hosting 10613 sites.  Private keys are included in the dump.  We are Anonymous.  We do not forgive.  We do not forget.  You should have expected us.  Thanks for your patience, you don’t have to buy data ;) we made a torrent of the database dump.  Here is another torrent with all system files (excluding data).  You may still donate BTC to …….. and support us.  If you need to get in contact with us, our email is ……  We repeatedly get asked how we get into the system.  It was surprisingly easy.  Here is how we did it……”

The databases were stolen, and the websites being hosted by the service were defaced.  Small amounts of this data has begun to leak onto the main web.  Anonymous posted a message that said all the data had been copied and dumped online.  74GB of files and 2.3GB of database were dumped into plain text emails that included private keys-in other words, usernames and hashed passwords.

Anonymous has vowed to always fight child pornography.  They will not stop.  If you are involved in any form of child exploitation, it’s just a matter of time before your information is scooped up by them and dumped for all the world to see.  They are coming for you.  You should be expecting them.

The road so far.....from the ashes

Today while I was in a tear filled message conference with someone very, very close to me, I was reminded once again to turn around and look at the road I've travelled.  I know it's there, I talk about it a lot, but sometimes you need to really take a moment and look at it.

Not everyone in the world has lived the life I've lived.  I know that.  The first time I told my story, I knew that, and it's what made it so hard to let those words tumble over trembling lips to first a few people, then a few dozen, then a few hundred, and on and on.  I was never comfortable in my skin when I began to tell my story because it felt like I was lifting up the clean carpet in my home to reveal a silage pit hidden beneath filled with rot and putrid horror.

Now that I am comfortable telling my story, I sometimes forget the raw emotion that comes along with it.  I'm not numb, don't get me wrong.  I still feel it every day, but I'm not afraid.  Telling my story has birthed more survivors from the bondage of their victim chains than I even can begin to fathom.  No, now I tell my story from the stance of a warrior on a crusade.

I consider myself a Phoenix.  I lived one life before.  The dark and empty life of a victim suffocated of hope, peace, or freedom, just waiting for it to be over.  Everything I saw from those eyes was hurt, fear, and ugliness.  I lived in that ugliness for so long that even after I was free of it, I was still hunted and hurt again.  It was all I knew because it started before I had memories.  From the dark corners of my bedroom to the dark corners of the streets, everywhere I went was filled with dark corners, and in all of those corners was another more horrific monster.  I was led with promises of safety into some of the worst experiences you can imagine, and barely survived.  It was in those last moments when I was told where my body would lie rotting and never found that something happened.  I can't explain it other than God was not letting me die on that day.  As I rushed back into the world of the living, I embraced it with everything I had, burned that old life down, and was reborn.

I was reborn a survivor.  Since that day 11 years ago, I have only glanced back in the rear view mirror with my foot on the pedal as I continued on my journey, afraid that if I slowed down, the monsters would catch up.  It took me a few more years to open up about my life, and when I did, it was as if Niagra Falls washed over me.  Every time I told it, my armor got stronger.  Every time someone approached me, and in that tiniest voice said, "Thank you.  You just told my story" my fire burned brighter.  Every tear soaked meeting and impossible moment pushed me beyond my Phoenix birth.

They led me to write a series of books for Damsel in Defense called SAFE (Sharing Awareness for Family Empowerment) Hearts where I can go right to the source and help break cycles before they even continue.  Together with Damsel in Defense, we have the opportunity to empower an entire generation to shine light in the dark corners of the world.

They have led me to work with amazing organizations such as OAASIS (Oregon Abuse Advocates and Survivors in Service) where I can come together with other warriors to create change in how the world views not only child sex abuse, but the soil in which it takes root and begins to grow.

They have led me to the involvement in the RAINN (Rape and Incest National Network) Speakers Bureau where I have had the opportunity to speak and be published.

They have led me to put my story into words in a book that will be done this year so that others who have visited the dark places I have been can find solace in the fact that they are not alone, that we are better together, and that there is light in their futures.

In the next few weeks, I am meeting with program managers and founders of organizations I would never have dreamed that I would be sitting down and having coffee with.

With all that said, still, these words stopped me in my tracks tonight:

"And as if you need any more qualifying around the word survivor, now you have cancer survivor in there as well.  You are more than a Phoenix."

I never thought that there was more than being a Phoenix, but after some time spent in deep contemplation, the act of being reborn was the moment I became a Phoenix.  The moment when my light shone bright and I refused to have darkness around me ever again.  Now I carry that torch into my fight.  I am a warrior of light, a defender of the helpless, and a freaking force of nature.  I am a catagory 5 hurricane and I'm just getting started.  The more I set free from the bondage of shame, the , the more we grow in strength.  I am a Colonel building an army, but not of darkness, of light.  Together we are a supernova.

This is the road I've traveled.  Sex abuse, sexual assault, abduction, domestic violence, child exploitation...those are all in the rearview mirror on that road.  Sometimes you have to stop, get out of the car, and take note of the road so far.  Ahead of me is darkness.  So much darkness.  I have no idea where this road leads, but I'm not afraid of it anymore.  I will battle whatever comes to free them all.

The story of the starfish

People often ask me what my fascination with starfish is about.  I would like to share it with you.  This is a story of hope and survival and sparking change in the world adapted from the original, The Star Thrower by Loren Eiseley.

Once upon a time, there was an old man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing.  He had a habit of walking on the beach every morning before he began his work.  Early one morning, he was walking along the shore after a big storm had passed and found the vast beach lettered with starfish as far as the eye could see, stretching in both directions.

Off in the distance, the old man noticed a small boy tossing starfish into the water one by one.

"Good morning," the man said to the boy, "may I ask what it is that you are doing?"

The young boy paused, looked up, and replied, "Throwing starfish into the ocean.  The tide has washed them up onto the beach and they can't return to the sea themselves.  When the sun gets high in the sky, they will die unless I throw then back into the water."

The old man replied, "But there must be tens of thousands of starfish on this beach.  I'm afraid you won't really be able to make much of a difference.  Why does it matter?"

The boy bent down, picked up another starfish, and threw it as far as he could into the ocean, then turned to the man and said, "It matters to that one."

All of the work that I do, whether it's in my preschool classroom, at a Damsel in Defense event, when I'm speaking, or in my writing, there is one hope, that somewhere out there, it matters to someone.

When I tell my story, it's not to get my own praise.  It's to unlock someone from the bondage of slavery and shame.  I speak life and write intention without dreams of fame and fortune.  What I do is hard, and it's uncomfortable, and there is often tears involved, and though it sometimes seems when I look at statistics, or I'm faced with a room filled with survivors, that there is no end, but if I don't do what I can to create a pathway out of darkness for those around me, they can never begin.

If you're feeling the struggle of your life, if you're feeling the pull of indifference, if you are feeling like the battle is too hard to continue, if you are wondering why it matters, it's time to stop, turn around, and look at the lives you've touched.

If you're a direct sales leader, and you're feeling like giving up, turn around and look at the team you've built and ask if it matters to them.

If you're a parent and you are wondering why you should even bother doing the hard stuff because it doesn't feel like it matters, I promise, it does.

If you're a spouse ready to throw your hands in the air because you don't feel loved and appreciated, the change has to start with you in order for it to matter.

Giving up and sitting in your own putrid comfort zone is not an option if you want to grow.  Retreating into the darkness is not an option if you want the work in your life to matter, and if you don't think it matters, it does.  It matters to someone.

Keep throwing those starfish in the ocean.  It's hard, it's exhausting, but it's amazing.

Trust me, you're gonna love it!

What the heck happened to my business plan?

I am the first one to tell people that in order to make God laugh, all you need to do is tell him your plans.  It's all fun and games until it's my plan that gets smashed to pieces.

I had a bullet proof business plan.  For two months I have been busting my tail to attain it, taking trainings, putting processes into place, and making sure to reach out to 5 new contacts every day.  My calendar was FILLED, I was all signed up for our Destination Diamond program, and I was going to be a director by October.

That was my plan.  The math was there, the formula was working, and my team had a record breaking month in August.  Not to mention, Damsel in Defense released the September special.....$99 to join?  Holy canoli!!!! I jumped right into the month with gazelle intensity that would have made Dave Ramsey blush!

At the same time, I was undergoing a series of tests because my body was a little out of whack.  Okay, by a little out of whack, I mean if I was a golf ball getting whacked by Happy Gilmore, that would be the out of whack my body was being.

Still, a little thyroid medication here, a month of water pills there, some blood work, and some invasive tests were NOT going to stop my road to director.

Then, one beautiful morning, I got the call.  It was my doctor's assistant telling me that my doctor wanted me to come in right away to discuss some test results.

My heart stopped.  "Can you just tell me over the phone?" I asked.  No.  No, she couldn't.  My doctor will only go over these results in person.

Well that's it, isn't it.  I'm dying.

Through a series of miracles and child care clients who are more like family than clients, parents showed up out of the woodwork to get their kiddos so that my husband could go be with me to hear my sentence.

The doctor's office was somber.  Everyone spoke to me in a lower and more careful tone.  I was checked in, and sitting in a room full of future mommies waiting to see their babies on ultrasound or to find out how they were progressing.  I was waiting to find out what the rest of my life was going to look like.  It was like driving through darkness with no headlights.

Finally, we were called back.  Uncomfortably, we shared very few words as we waited for the doctor.  An eternity passed, and every movement I made was emphasized by the deafening sound of the paper underneath me.   My heart pounded in my chest, and I struggled not to run away.

Then she came in and told me the news.  I had cancer, however there was a good chance she got it all.

Wait....
what?...
I have what?...
Did you say......?

She kept talking, but I am sure I stuck my head under water, because that's what it sounded like...distorted echoes of her voice answering my husband's questions.

There was no prognosis, just a referral to an oncologist....an.....oncologist.....

My oncologist.  The one who would be treating my cancer.

There's that word again.

Wait, I don't have cancer.  Didn't she say she got it all?  Why do I need an oncologist?

The next week was a mixture of hyperventilating, crying, numbness, and not knowing what to say when people had questions.

What stage is it?
What is the prognosis?
What do you need?

I need this to go AWAY because I have a BUSINESS to run!!!!

Next I met with my oncologist, who told me again that I had cancer, and I would be having surgery that will knock me out for 6-12 weeks.

What?

Director is slipping from my fingertips again.......

Then it hit me...oh yeah, my plan isn't always the plan I get to have.

Sometimes you have to put yourself in check and remember that you're not in control.

Has it slowed my business?

Yes.

I have been taking more time with my babies, snuggling my husband, taking care of myself, and preparing for the long winter ahead.  Am I still working?  Heck yes, but my balance has changed.  Director will be there when it's time to be there.  Until then, I'm going to be focusing on the things I can control.

My prognosis is good.  I will be having a radical hysterectomy with a small possibility of radiation.

Cloudy with a chance of radioactive meatballs.....

I am staying positive.  I have come to terms with the phrase, "I have cancer".  I can say it without crying my face off.  I can say that I need prayers, encouragement, and support.

My business plan will be modified, and I will take the time I need to heal, but I'm not going to give up or let this stop me from my goals.  That is the beauty of a business like Damsel in Defense, you can work it around your needs instead of having to work around a boss and an unreal work schedule.  I don't know what I would do if it wasn't for the flexibility of this business.

I will say one thing.  I would be lost in my business if I didn't have a business plan in place.  I may be modifying it, but I still have clear goals and actions in place.

Today I have decided that it's not my business plan.  It's God's business plan, and I'm going to work with what he gives me.

Let's talk about our direct sales friends

Hi blog family, I hope this post finds you well today.

Two things have been bothering me for about a week now, and that usually means I need to sit down and write about it.  What could they be?  They both boil down to how we treat our friends in other direct sales companies.

This particular blog post was brought on by a complaint that was posted publicly on Facebook by a girl we'll call Suzie Q.  You see, Suzie Q was feeling jealous last week because one of her friends signed on with a different direct sales company than she was in.

The first bothersome moment was a complaint post went something like this:

"I just don't understand why someone would join another company when they have seen how much I have made with my company."

While it is okay to wonder about the answer to that question, it's only okay to do it alone, and in your head.  I feel like this is obvious, but let's be honest, Captain Obvious wouldn't be a character in a major media campaign if there weren't enough people who lacked the ability to know when something is obvious, and this isn't the first time I've seen someone post something similar.

The second thing is a constant bother.

I am a cheerleader.  I don't care what direct sales company you're in, or even if it isn't a direct sales company at all, I love cheering people on, even if it's hard.  I have a rule of thumb that I live by.  That rule is, if you're feeling jealous or upset at someone, that is when you need to force yourself to cheer them on.  I hardly ever have to force myself because of those reasons, but sometimes I do find myself having a Facebook like fest, and I have to stop and actually slow down and comment.

I want my time on Facebook to be actually building relationships and caring about what the people I have accepted in my life are doing, whether they are struggling or succeeding.

Here's the bother, and I know some people do this out of excitement for their own businesses, but when I comment on another direct seller's post and five minutes later I get this message:

"Hey, I saw that you liked my post about promoting to yadda yadda.  If you join my team, you can yadda yadda too."

Hmmmmm.......does anyone else see the problem with that?

I chalk it up to people not knowing because maybe it is their first rodeo or something, and I'm always gracious about declining, but then I stay on their "lead" list and get the algorithm of contacts.  Once a week for a month, then once every two weeks for two months, then once a month until they either give up or I tell them for the ten thousandth time,

"Thank you, but I'm focusing on my Damsel business.  I wish you nothing but success in [enter business here]"

So, here's a golden nugget of direct sales advice, and I promise you, it will grow your business ten thousand times more strong than head hunting your direct sales friends.

Are you ready?

Here it is:

Don't head hunt your other direct sales friends. Invest in the relationship instead.

Whaaaaaaaat?

Yes.  Let me set up a scenario:

I have a friend who sells a makeup line.  Let's call her Sally.  Sally is growing her business and jumping up the ranks, and is posting about how she gets to go on this amazing all expense paid trip to somewhere with palm trees and umbrella drinks that you need a passport to go to.

I congratulate her or tell her how awesome she is on every photo she posts, because I genuinely love seeing people succeed.

Sally knows that I'm not trying to join her team, because she's also blessed me with gushes of congratulations on every achievement I make too, because she genuinely cares about people doing what they love and loving what they do.

She has never once, in more than a year of knowing her, asked me to join her team.

Instead, she has sent people to me by saying,

"Girl, I know this amazing Damsel, she will hook you up!  Just tell her I sent you!"  

Why?  Because she knows that safety is important, and I have invested in a relationship with her.

At the same time, whenever someone asks what makeup to try or if I have a friend selling her specific line, what do you think I say?

"Girl, I know this amazing makeup girl!  She will hook you up!  Just tell her I sent you!"

I know she will take excellent care of my referral, and I know she will send referrals my way.

Some of those people just buy, some join her team, some join mine, but the point is, we have each other's backs.

As a matter of fact, I have a referral program that is a win-win for everyone.  If a person refers someone to me and they join my team,

I pay the person who referred them $25 if my new team member reaches their first promotion within 60 days, which is a cake walk.  

That's twenty five smakeroos just for realizing someone would benefit from owning their own Damsel in Defense company.  

On the same hand, if I don't feel like someone will soar with Damsel but I know they would probably be amazing at another direct sales company, I connect them with a mentor from that company that I have a relationship with.

Think about it, do you want someone to join your team who isn't passionate about what you do?  It won't work!  If I have a person looking to join a direct sales team who just isn't feeling Damsel but LOVES makeup, where do you think they are going to succeed?

I'll tell you one thing, I definitely would support them in their choice rather than shame them for not choosing me.

So, there it is.  Two things, off my chest and out in the universe.  I hope it helps you in your business practices, and remember, there are two kinds of people.  You're either a fountain or a siphon.  Which one are you today?

Have a blessed day,

Too many babies die in hot cars

Hey everyone! It's summer, we've had very high temps already and we are starting to see the "baby left in a hot car" stories filling our nightly news and our Facebook feed. So, here is my plea..... PLEASE!!!!

Carry a window breaker in your car! Not only could it save YOUR life, but if you see a child, elderly person or animal in a hot car, you could save THEIR life!! Car windows do not break easily...They are made with tempered glass that is very difficult to break. I don't care if you buy one from me or somewhere else, but please carry one! You never know when you might need it to save a life!!!!

I have a couple you can choose from.  There is the Road Trip Auto Tool, which belongs in every single car!  It includes:

• Strike-free punch glass breaker
• Powerful 3-function LED flashlight
• LED emergency beacon
• Seat-belt cutter
• Alarm

The other option is the Hard Little Hand, a striking tool that comes with a glove so you can wear it while you're jogging or working and not have to think about hanging on to it.  The diamond point tip will break tempered automobile glass.

Never be helpless!

Whichever one you choose can be purchased at YourDamselDiva.com.

Live FANTASTICALLY and FREE of danger! 

XOXO,

The Stun Gun Girl

Are you looking for a great way to make an extra income?  Let's talk!  Go to YourDamselDiva.com now!

Kelso vigilante busts internet predators

A police officer putting on a class about sex trafficking once told me, "Everywhere tweens and teens are, they are.  Everywhere."

This includes the internet.  It's never been more important to talk to your kids about the dangers of cyber space.

One Kelso man, Curtis Hart, is fed up.  Along with a few of his friends, he is on a mission to catch as many predators as possible.

Learn the full story HERE.


Live BRAVELY and LOVE LIFE!

XOXO

The Stun Gun Girl

Sextortion: What is it and why are minors most at risk?

Sextortion happens when a perpetrator gets a sexual image of another person and forces that person do to things or the perpetrator will send the images to friends, family, and loved ones.  60% of perpetrators know the person before the threats.  40% of perpetrators met their victim online.  45% of perpetrators carried out their threats.  

More and more, predators are moving their grooming processes to online.  As connectivity grows and grows, it's important to protect your family from harm both physical and digital.  

Learn more about sextortion, what it is, and how to talk to your kids about it HERE.

Be ADVENTUROUS and stay SAFE!!

XOXO

The Stun Gun Girl

My cup runneth over

These are my monkeys.

This evening was amazingly productive.  I got some Damsel work done, did some curriculum building for a class I'm putting together, listened to the rain pour (one of my very favorite things), and had a date with my youngest.

Then came my 3 non-negotiables.  We read from the Bible, we read from a devotional, and we pray together.  I love those moments of true connectivity.  It gives us the opportunity to really get deeper than normal.

Mr. Shenanigans himself.

After my non-negotiable time with the girls comes my husband's tuck in time, which usually fills the house with giggles and shenanigans.  Tonight, I sat down to write something about taking care of your business quickly before I climbed into bed, but as my husband and the girls ran around the house filling it with laughter and complete silliness, I decided to ditch the business post.

There are moments that fill your cup so much that it runs over.  When your cup is filled with love, that is what pours out, spilling all around you.  In a world where people fight over everything, I want to always remember that I am dancing in a love spill, not a hate spill.

I imagine a hate or anger spill would be thick, stinky, and hard to dance in.

What filled your cup today?  What spilled out of it?  What are you dancing in?

#letloveexplode

Okay, okay, I'm Mr.s Shenanigans

My cup runneth over
and what spilled to the ground
were heartbeats and rainbows
and glitter abound.

We danced and we danced
until our feet ached
then we danced some more
because those moments you take

And fill up your cup
with prayer and love
because these are the moments
our lives are made of.

Live ABUNDANTLY and SAFE.

XOXO

The Stun Gun Girl

Summer Safety, What is dry drowning?

Safety is my business, and it doesn't always have to do with stun guns and pepper spray.  Sometimes, it's educating my peeps about something they might not be aware of.  I wrote this yesterday for Examiner, and I wanted to share it with all of you, because YOU are my peeps.

WHAT IS DRY DROWNING?

Be adventurous and stay safe!!

XOXO

The Stun Gun Girl