So here I sit, trying to start a blog. I guess the first question is, why am I starting a blog? Well, it starts with my therapist. “Oh, you’re in therapy?” Yes I am. My title says it all, I am functionally dysfunctional. On the outside, I look fine, on the inside, I’m a mess, which goes back to my therapist and why I am blogging. She told me I need an outlet. I have a lot of anxiety and a lot of times my mind runs and then I do things I don’t need to do, like online shop. She also told me I’m hilarious, that my comments about things are really funny and why not share them? So here I am.
A few things about my blog before I get started so you can understand what I am doing here and why.
- I am an open book. This blog is for me to share anything, my thoughts, my feelings, my good days, my bad, whatever is on my mind, I am going to speak it. You may not agree with me, that’s okay. You may love Starbucks and leggings, that’s okay to. I don’t by the way. Its okay if we don’t always agree, we can still be okay. If you are someone who is easily offended, don’t be offended by me, just don’t read.
- Sometimes, I cuss. Yes, like most adults I throw the F bomb out here and there. If I am typing and a cuss word slips out, so be it.
- You ever watch hoarders and instantly feel good about the state of your house? Well, here I am for you to watch and instantly feel better about the state of your life. My dysfunction is for you to feel like getting up today and putting matching socks on is a win because most likely, my socks don’t match and I have a hole in my underwear.
- I am not looking to make profit off anything. I am not the next funny blogger or Scary Mommy or whatever. I am just Lynn, looking for an outlet.
- PLEASE share my blog. Just as much as I am not looking for a profit, I AM looking for readers. If no one reads, I wont write and I will end up ordering that 3-D printer I saw on Amazon that I will never use but will be cool to look at when I open the box.
Most of you most likely know me. If you are one of the fine people who shared my blog and now someone new is reading it, Thank You and Welcome! I will share a little bio about myself before getting started.
My name is Lynn Summers. I am 37 years old and I live in Southwestern Lower Michigan. I have been married for 14 years (in September) to my husband Scott. If you know Scott, he is a man of few words. He is a truly wonderful guy, a HUGE blessing to me. I really think he married down, he could have done much better, but he really loves me for some unknown reason. I mean besides being amazing (I really love myself sometimes). But seriously, he is an amazing husband who loves me for who I am. He also is the husband who I get mad at because he’s so responsible and he’s a 90-year-old man trapped in a 38 year olds body, but I need that responsibility or I would be hanging out in a ditch somewhere drinking some vodka.
Scott and I have three girls together. Lyvia is 12 years old and she is her father made over. I say how’s your day, she says fine. I say, how is your life, she says fine. I say, your hair is on fire, she says fine. Lyvia says few words, but she is a great girl. If you listen closely, she will mumble something that is hilarious, she has my sarcasm. Lyvia also doesn’t follow any crowd, if she likes it, she does it and if she doesn’t, she wont do it. There is no peer pressure in Lyvia’s world (which she wanders around in with a smile on her face).
Our daughter Lilly will be ten years old tomorrow. Lilly is me reincarnated except a little messier. Lilly LOVES Lilly. She has enough confidence for our house and the next ten households. Lilly says when she walks down the hall, the sky opens and the angels sing. She is very amusing. She is also my biggest challenge because she is so much like me and I get so frustrated because I DON’T want her to be as dysfunctional as I am, but I’m afraid that ship may have already sailed. At least she will have a lot of things to talk about to her therapist.
Our daughter Lucy is three years old. Lucy is an odd hybrid of all of us. She is very naughty, but very lovable. I think that’s due to the fact that at my age, I have just given up. I admit it, I’m tired. Most of the time Lucy is naked, running around doing something she’s not supposed to and eating a cookie. I will share a lot more stories about Lucy as time goes on. I figure even though we are pretty lax with her and kinda given up, she’ll be fine, and if not, she will have a lot of things to talk about in therapy when she goes to a joint session with Lilly.
Scott and I both work for a Nuclear Power Plant. I will tell you what I do, but you won’t understand what I do because no one understands what I do. I am a Corrective Actions Analyst and I am the Operating Experience Specialist for the site. Impressive, right? Sure, let’s say it is (it’s not). Most days, it’s stressful. Some days its not and on those days I get in trouble for dancing, doing jumping jacks, spanking myself, giving inappropriate hugs or singing loudly at my cubicle in cubicle land. MOST days I spend the day arguing with tons of employees over why they have to do this or why they have to do that or what does the procedure say or oh my god I need some vodka to wash down this bad taste of your annoying ass bitching at me.
Scott is a nuclear security training supervisor. I never knew what he did until I worked here. I still don’t know what he does. It seems important, he’s really smart at what he does, but that’s all I know.
So the kicker to this is that our jobs may end in October 2018. Not sure, it’s back and forth, we have a lot of decisions to make. Truth be told, we don’t have normal jobs so we don’t make normal money. To basically be told you may BOTH be without those jobs and that money in a year-and-a-half, it creates a ball of stress so large sometimes I crawl under my cubicle and rock myself while I breath deep into a bag. This is not true. If I did that they would call me for fitness for duty and I would have to pee in a cup. What I do, oh, I go shopping online because who doesn’t need that self cleaning cat litter that’s all the rage (I don’t own a cat, but I’ll take two).
So there you have it. My intro, my blog, my rules, my opinions for your amusement. Share, please share, comment, like, do something, help me out on this journey to find that my dysfunction is okay, that I can manage and that I am like the rest of you. I promise it will be amusing.