This is the first day of NaBloPoMo and I have no idea why I signed up for this shit again. I believe I did it two years ago (when I forced Robyn to do it with me) and it was pretty much hell. 30 days of entries without skipping a day is a challenge. Especially when there are some days that you have squat to write about. Today would be one of those days.

I guess I’ll start with an introductory for anyone who is new here from NaBloPoMo. Regular readers might learn some new things too. You never know what deep dark secrets I’ve been keeping. Heh.

My name is Nance. I’m 44 years old. I work in a doctor’s office as a medical secretary. I do not wear scrubs because I don’t want patients confusing me with a nurse. I’m an incredibly liberal agnostic and don’t ski, jog, or do anything that might make me sweat. Most of my co-workers are uber conservative Christians. They all think I’m weird and I’m okay with that. I have no idea if they are okay with it or not and to be truthful the days of my caring what they think are long over.  I’m friendly/polite with everyone and do my best to work as hard as I can…that’s really all that matters.

I’m the mother of two sons. Trey is 15 years old and attends cyber school (not because he’s a bad kid, but because I don’t care for our school district). Alex is 21 and attending college (which is a major miracle if you are a long time reader). He doesn’t live at home and I’m pretty happy with that because he has too much stuff. And we fight. A lot. Because he’s pretty much a drama queen just like me. Both of my kids have different last names that begin with the letter K. I gave them their biological father’s names. I was married to Alex’s dad, but we split up after he got himself a girlfriend that didn’t bitch at him to act like an adult. I was engaged (with no intention of actually marrying) Trey’s dad and we broke up when Trey was one month old. He had a problem with alcohol and had quit drinking in order to have a child. The sad part is that he started back up the day Trey was born. I was outta there when I realized that the booze was always going to win.

I moved in with my parents at their house and never moved out. My father died 14 years ago and we still all live in the with my mom. Some people have issues with their mother’s and could never live with them. I’m lucky that I truly love living with my mom (even if she is batshit crazy) and try to ignore the fact that she embarrasses all of us on a regular basis (the tube-top/sweatpant combination is a regular feature in our world). We are an incredibly tight family and that’s just how it is. We also have 2 dogs (black lab mix and a chihuahua) and 3 cats.

I married a guy that read my journal and wrote me an email. His name is Rick and he’s from Missouri. He’s a geek and we’ve been married for 10+years. I met him in a hotel room in Dayton, Ohio (the half-way point between my house and his). Yes, I said a HOTEL ROOM. Yes, I spent the night there with him. Yes, it was the DUMBEST THING IN THE WORLD TO DO and nobody should do what I did. But it worked out because we fell in love and blah, blah, blah – he truly is my best friend and I’m sorry if that makes you want to barf.

I have Adult Attention Deficit Disorder that I take medication for. I’ve had weight loss surgery. I started doing the online journaling thing in 1998. Long before they called it blogging.  I call this journal Dysfunction Junction because it is my truth. We are a dysfunctional family, but we muddle through and laugh a lot. Others should be so lucky.

FOAM-2

Food, Outside, Abstract and Myself.

I made waffles for breakfast today.  This is what it looked like outside this morning.  And Rick took this picture of me blowing drying my hair.  The abstract you can figure out for yourself because I swear to God, I don’t understand it.  Ha!

I’m outta here.