Who in the world am I?

I’m very well aware that there are about a billion blogs out there for any reader to view. The reason I am creating this blog is simply cheap therapy. Along the way I hope that I can make some new friends and maybe brighten another’s day as they rightfully laugh at….well me trying to survive any days ending in “y.”

I have Psoriatic Arthritis, which is an autoimmune disease. Prior to this August a large part of my identity was wrapped up in being Mrs. Jackson, second grade teacher. However, it had become apparent that my disease was going to be a pain in the rear, both literally and figuratively speaking. While the disease has caused me to take an unexpected turn in life, its not the end of the world. I choose to have a disease, not for the disease to have me. So, here I sit as the new school year is well underway missing my students and realizing how much mental stimulation I am missing. I’ve always loved writing and I feel like now is the perfect time to explore where my passion can take me.

I am a the proud military wife of my childhood sweetheart. We were both raised in tiny towns. I grew up on an island that allowed me and all of my friends to find freedom as long as we had a bike. The island only had two stoplights and created some of the best memories a girl could as for. He on the other hand grew up about 15 miles inland in a rural farming area where he found freedom in the woods and fields that made up his large extended family’s land that was nestled in the middle of little country town without even a single stoplight. Somehow, he has convinced me to live in the “sticks” on his side of the bridge to raise our family, which has definitely led to some new experiences for me. Did y’all know that people seriously sit outside in the heat that could revival the Devil’s backyard, with the mosquitoes biting, not sitting by the ocean…for fun?

I knew very early in life that I wasn’t going to find another man that not only could love this hot mess, but also calm me when that angry southern woman could scare the spots right off of a cow. We have been married for 13 years and have a beautiful 13 year old daughter and 9 year old son. Now, we are just trying to figure out this crazy thing called life. So, I hope you enjoy your snapshot into this mess because I seriously can’t make this stuff up.