There's not alot to tell at this point. I just sent an email explaining all about me and my future plans. I'm a 56 year old female raised in Nashville, Tennessee. I have an Associates Degree from Aquinas Jr. College, a Bachelor's Degree from Vanderbilt University, and a Master's Degree from Middle Tennessee State University. I formerly held a state license as an EMT with IV Endorsement and spent one semester in Paramedic School before money issues prevented me from finishing. I love medical things. I like reading medical journals, and articles.

My hobbies were long walks in the park, power walking, watching U.T. Football, and Pro Football, playing team and invidivual sports. I liked board games, games for two people, and most every card game. I was always very competitive in every sport or game I participated in. I hated losing and had to try very hard not to lose my temper and be a sore loser. That was a hard one for me.

I loved playing practical jokes on people and surprising people when they least expected it. I was known for my over the top sense of humor and my ability to make other's laugh. I used to laugh alot myself because I loved watching comedy movies sometimes to excess. I loved action movies and Lifetime Network Drama's. I enjoyed watching Dancing with the Stars, and the Biggest Loser. Survivor was my favorite reality show and I always wanted to try out for it but just never did. I loved Deal or No Deal and Howie Mandel. I always figured I could be on that show and change my luck around. I was never a greedy person and would have been exstatic with $10,000 instead of continuing to try and win more til it's all lost.

My biggest annoyance in life were people who couldn't carry on an intelligent conversation, use correct grammar, and spell/write properly. Writing was once a hobby of mine and I always took pride in my ability to do it well. In conversation with others I expected it to be intelligent, informative, funny, or insightful, but with the proper use of the English Language.

I spoke Spanish with about 50-60% fluency. Unfortunately, none of my family or friends spoke one word of it, so I just kept practicing by speaking it to the cats instead. Now, I have bilingual cats.

As a young person, I was a gymnast, an artist, and a pianist with 11 years of lessons. I loved to oil paint because it was relaxing. Playing the piano always gave me a sense of accomplishment because I could play the same songs that Liberace did, or I could play by ear and compose my own music. The gymnastics was the most awesome thing I ever participated in, but also the most debilitating. It resulted in a number of injuries that plague me still to this day: scoliosis, four bulging disks, and hip, knee, shoulder, elbow, and ankle problems. I've had elbow surgery to correct epicondylitis secondary to either competition tennis or gymnastics. I recently was released from PT for a frozen shoulder of unknown origin. I've also had bilateral arthoscopic surgery on my knees for bucket handle tears of the medial meniscus. Recently I got my rt. arm caught in a moving dryer barrel and twisted it 180 degrees, and now my elbow is painful once again. But, it's all relative and doesn't matter anymore.

I traveled extensively as a child and teen: Africa, South America, Spain, England, Ireland, Wales, France, The Bahamas, Puerto Rico, Granada, Curacao, Aruba, St. Marten, St. Thomas, Haiti, and 38 states. My parents were very well off, and I was afforded numerous opportunities not available to most of my friends and others. For example, on my 17th birthday, my mom paid for a six week trip to Europe. My dad took me to a Ford Dealership, and told me to select any car off the showroom floor that suited me. Naturally being 17, I wanted something fast and cool, so I selected a 1969 Mustang 351, Fastback, Mach I.  My senior year in college, my dad repeated the same gift idea again. We went to a Chevy Dealer and I was allowed to select what I wanted. I chose a new Camaro 350 V-8. I loved fast cars, fast driving, and the cops loved the ticket quota they received from me. I loved to street race and drag race on backroads. I took dangerous chances in my car just for the adrenaline rush and the thrill of the ride.

I forgot to add that I had attended University School of Nashville. It was a college prep high school that required an entrance exam with a decent score for admission. It had a hefty tuition as well. But that's the school mom chose for me, so that's the school I attended for six years til graduation.

Wealth definately had its privileges and perks. The hardest thing in life has been going from a life of privilege to one of complete destitution and extreme poverty, practically living in squallor and extreme discomfort. My mom still gets to live a life of privilege, but tough love is her thing and so tough love it is. But it's that tough love attitude, and the extreme discontent with living this way year after year that has forced me to make the hardest decision of my life. I don't mind being poor. I think it would be a good thing if every rich person could experience a year of being impoverished and a poor person experience a year of wealth and privilege. It would be an interesting experiment. Poor doesn't bother me as much as all the baggage that goes with it.

So, this is my life in a lengthy nutshell. Being a writer, the words come easily and naturally, as well as verbose. Hope whomever reads this will enjoy it, because by the time this gets read and possibly appreciated a little, it will be posthumous.