The Old Blue Coop

Most would say I'm a little off beat. Yeah, my url is www.lettingcrazyoutofthecage.blogspot.com, but I'm not actually crazy. I'm certain because I've been checked out. :-D My dad, a vietnam veteran is schizophrenic. I always feared I might end up that way. I managed to skate by with only a being a little different. A few years ago,I finally decided that's okay. I believe God made me this way and the wisdom I've gained along the way has helped and will continue to help myself and others. Yup, I'm thankful for the good and the bad.
Now, about "The Old Blue Coop" My parents divorced when I was pretty young and I spent most of my childhood with my grandparents. The Blue Coop sat in the back yard. It's once blue shingles and chickens long gone. I played there with my cousins and friends. It was a restaurant, a school, a house, a boat, a plane and whatever else we could dream up. I remember pretending my bicycle was a car and "pulling up" in the driveway of my pretend house (the blue coop) and going in and making dinner for my family. Usually something like steak and salad (mud with lines drawn across with a stick to make grill marks and grass.) My dreams started there in that ancient chicken coop imagining how my life would turn out. I always wanted a big family like my Grandma. So, I just followed along in her footsteps, (sorta.) My tracks aren't the same size as hers and they are a little off the beaten path. I got married when I was 20 years old and had my first three children- Katlyn, Cody and Hannah. I don't believe in divorce, but that's what happened. I got married again and had my two youngest children- Riley and Carley. Did I mention I don't believe in divorce? Well, it happened again. Now I believe it exists, but I still don't like it or think it's right. When I was making mud steaks and grass salads I never dreamed I wouldn't be married. Puhh, how hard could it be to make a marriage work anyway? I'm not going to go in to that right now...maybe later. I'm so thankful for my babies. I don't consider myself a single mother, by the way. The children spend a lot of time with both parents and I'm thankful for that too. What else? I work for the U.S. Postal Service. It's a really easy, really boring job. I'm thankful for it too because without it I couldn't take care of my kids. I do want to do something different and more fulfilling someday, though. I have a really good guy in my life. I refuse to call him my boyfriend because he's not a boy and I'm not a girl and I think it sounds ridiculous. Except what else can I call him? My companion? (ick) My soul mate? (lets leave my soul out of this) My sugary snookywoogums? (blech) I usually just call him Jay because that's his name. I'm not really comfortable talking about mushy stuff but he's a signifigant part of my life and I love him so, ya know, I had to at least mention him. I have really great friends. A few I've known so long they may even remember the blue coop! They've helped get me through some really tough times and I always try to be there for them too. If any of them are reading this I want them to know how much I love them. Okay, enough mush for now. That's about it. I have hobbies and interests and little idiosyncracies and on and on and on..and that is what this blog is for..to talk about that stuff!