About Amy

I’m Amy. I’m 38, an Atlanta resident, a teacher, a mommy (to Melissa, about to turn 2 and the cutest, smartest child this side of the universe) (no, seriously: THE cutest, THE smartest). I’m also a wife, a sister, a daughter, a wannabe-ghost hunter, a sometimes-writer (in my head), a social justice proponent, a Pisces sun/Cancer moon (translation: I'm wishy washy, and overly sensitive). I’m highly prone to addictions, easily distracted, very social yet highly introverted, better at writing than speaking, not especially religious but very tuned to Universal Spirit, typically strapped for cash and time, bad at prioritizing but really excellent at dilly dallying, organized at work but rarely at home, and when in new situations where I don’t know anyone I tend to blend (unless there’s wine…then my inner schmoozer and shaker comes out and you should just get out of my way). Oh, and I’m really moody and embarrassingly hormonal since becoming a mother, I don’t know why. But I’m sure I’ll be able to somehow use this to blackmail Melissa later.

When Patresa invited me to contribute to this collaborative blog, my first thought was: “I got picked! I got picked.” It happens so rarely. My second thought was: “Crap! There’s so MUCH that scares me! How will I ever narrow it down?” After hours of combing through hundreds of areas in which I could use a good, scary challenge, I decided to do a couple of projects and combine it into one big one. I’m calling it: “Clean Green & Mean (CGM).” And don’t even steal that! If this goes well, I’m contacting Trump to see if he’ll help me market it (just kidding, Donald Trump gives me the willies). Clean Green & Mean entails: (1) eating clean and green (as much as possible given my life's situation) and (2) training to run (slow jog?) a 5K (and completing a few other physical endeavors I'm still thinking about).

I have other far scarier projects I think I’d like to work on, but I get off-task so easily. And I’m limited for time and money. So for now my challenge is to focus on eating well and re-teaching my body to hate running but in a way that doesn’t make it throw up every six feet. I can do it! (Does anyone know how to make a 2-year-old love kale?)