I have OCD and ADD, both controlled by meds. Even so, I have a short attention span, shiny things intrigue me, and I am highly detail oriented, so small imperfections annoy me, such as, small inequalities in carpet fiber, dirty grout, typos in magazines, wallpaper strips not lining up just right, items of different colors or patterns being stacked together (dishes and such), and other various things that make me nearly impossible to live with and drive others to the brink of insanity. Thankfully, I have extremely patient and understanding friends and family. Either that or they are secretly plotting to kill, dismember and dump me into a river somewhere once they figure out how to get through the investigation and collect the insurance money. Either way, they are tolerating me for the moment.
I love to write and create things, however, my zombie day job is patient access specialist at the hospital, which is a fancy way of saying I spend mind-numbing hours verifying demographic information and insurance, reading doctor’s pitiful excuse for penmanship and coding procedures and diagnoses based on my interpretation, and of course, your favorite and mine - - collecting deductibles, coinsurance and co-pays. [On a side note, I don’t get a portion of the money collected so I would appreciate slightly less verbal abuse if possible. ;o) ] If they fully explained what the actual definition of the cutesy job title was, no one would make it past their phone interview, much less the entrance interview, orientation, or 2 week training course in Jacksonville. Anyhoo, I'm not saying it's a bad job, I mean it's better than being a toilet scrubber at Taco Bell (no offense to those special individuals who landed that job.) However, I loathe autonomy. It stifles my creativity and my mind begins to wander. This is never a good thing. Next thing you know, I'm drawing little portraits of stick figures massacring office workers on post-its and contemplating which angle would be best for shoving one's head through an outdated computer monitor.
I live in Panama City, FL. No, I am not native to Florida, like 99% of people here, I am a transplant. Still, I didn't come here fleeing the FBI like so many others, I moved here with my parents in the summer of 2000 from Newnan, GA. Now I couldn't imagine living anywhere else, partly because I'm too lazy to pack all of my crap and move, but also because I actually like living here, most of the time. It is truly the perfect size city - - large enough to cater to whims like shopping, entertainment, and virtually any other desire you could think of within a few miles, but still small enough not to fall victim to the massive amounts of crime and drugs in larger cities. And while the spring-breakers bring insanity for a couple months each year and ‘snow birds’ forget how to drive, park and basically function on the planet for 6-8 months while they migrate here for the winter, it is remains a great place to live, providing you know back roads and out of the way spots that tourists cannot find.
I live with my wonderful Husband Chuck. He is awesome. He is one of the few people who has heard my twisted opinions and unending rants, yet still manages to sleep next to me every night, without feeling the need to have a weapon under his pillow. I like that in a man.
We were married November 17, 2010 on the 3 year anniversary of the day he proposed. Three years later, he still wanted to marry me? You gotta admire his moxie.
I love most of my family and spend all the time I can with my baby sister, Stormie. Yes, that is her "real" name and no, she is not a stripper! She had her first child, Morlan on May 16 2011. Morlan is a really great baby, despite his sperm donor being the biggest tool ever, yes even including Tiger Woods and Mel Gibson! No really, it's ok, we don't need child support or anything; Morlan can just eat love and go naked... What a moron.
Why do we continue to allow people create children that they cannot support? Surely there is a way to sterilize these deadbeats, can’t we put something in the Red Bull or something? Anyhoo, Morlan is so amazing. He is crawling, trying to walk and pretty much getting into everything now, so we are exhausted, but he definitely keeps life fun and interesting. =)
I, on the other hand, do not have any children. And don't plan to-- EVER! People get so freaked out when I tell them that. What, am I single-handedly sabotaging the future of the entire human race? I’m not sure that my lack of breeding will have any massive repercussions for the rest of the world. But I guess time will tell.
Well, I guess that's about it, that's pretty much my life, mixed with excerpts from my cynical out-look on various aspects of life and the world I live in. Still curious? Stay tuned...
