The Doc says...

I'm not crazy. I just need a life. He wrote a script that said "You time. Join a gym, go for a swim, go out on a date." I've know this doc since nursing school (and life stress) sent me to him for anti-depressants and a sanity check. He's seen my ups and downs, knows my quirks and priorities, and understands that without a prescription- there wasn't going to be anyway that I would actually follow his suggestions...without a doctors order.

Tricky Doc, very tricky!

So, since I need to find a way to express myself, and writing is about as ME as I can get...Here I am. Since this is new to me- and I am new to you...I figure a little introduction is in order. I wouldn't want to be rude!

Hi. My name is Amy. I'm a ... ahh. umm, yea.

I didn't think it would be that hard to describe myself. I have always been someones daughter, sister, wife (or ex-wife), or mother. Its kinda hard to see myself as anything other than those labels, but I am trying. I guess that's probably why I am here writing.

Basic background information- and I retain the right to add more to this later...

I am a twice divorced, single momma raising all SEVEN (Umm, yea...) of my biologically manifested Herd of Children (those are mine.) I will introduce those Monkees in a little bit, they are the reason I'm the way I am. For good, or not so good...they are definitely keepers.

I have a chaotic cast of characters that I am lucky enough to call my friends and my family- who are amazing and have yet to formally have me committed. I think I might keep them too.

I put myself through college...starting when I was about 45 months pregnant with my fifth baby, and in the middle of my first divorce. Fast forward a few more years...a new husband, a couple more kids- and I start nursing school. Get my degree, and divorce number 2.

Then real life began. Again.

So here I am... a couple years out. I'm still working, parenting, PTA-ing, chaperoning, living, loving...and getting ready to start a Dual Masters Program. Notice how sleep never once comes into the conversation?! I'm sure I will whine, I mean discuss that later.

Evidently, I seem to like a challenge. And have a lot of pent up angst and stories to share. Ohhh Lucky You! (and I plan to write this as if I am speaking to someone out there...because talking to myself is just a little too close to crazy.)

Since the Dr ordered some Me Time, gyms creep me out, its too damned hot to go for a walk, the pool is out of the question for the moment, and My Guy is off working... I figured that this might be a good way for me to unwind, vent a little, and be able to get "it all" out of my head.

So until next time, and thanks for listening...Please remember...

Peace is good, sanity is better, and brownies are the key to happiness and a wide waist line.