Hey Now!

Welcome to the first post. Let me introduce myself. I thought long and hard about whether I wanted to remain anonymous. I decided that in the interest of my daughters' future, I'll just call myself D. I have two girls, E age 8 and R age 5. I'm married to a Marine known to you as M. We live in a pretty nice part of town - let me rephrase that - we RENT in a pretty nice part of town. Why? The schools are awesome, the location is great, and I have a 10 minute commute to work. 

Although I'm pretty sure I am the only mother at my girls' school who works full-time. Other moms that I know of work part-time or stay at home, and the dads apparently make a lot of money doing whatever they do. That's great for them. Really. I just find it interesting how none of  the moms actually talk to me - well, one might on occasion if I'm sitting there and she has no one else to talk to, but the majority of the time they are talking amongst themselves while I sit there like a lummox.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not really a Chatty Cathy anyway. I don't feel like I have much in common with these women. And I have attempted to talk with them....until they find out I'm divorced or that I can't join their mid-week yoga class. They tend to act like divorce is shocking - hello 1950's.

However, I find the reactions even more amusing when I wear something sleeveless showing my tattoos. These can range anywhere from a flat-out look of disgust to outright staring. I'll take the staring.

So, these are my experiences living in the Wrong Neighborhood. I like it here. I've found my own little slice of poverty, and I'm making it work! Come with me, won't you?