Warning what you are about to read has been written by me. I do not profess to be a writer, have not studied it and have no imagination. Hence my attempt to chronicle our life in funny short story form. You should also take note that I have no training in blogging, tweeting or any … Continue reading Hello Sweetie!
Was it me, myself and I that decided a few months ago to ween myself of all psychotropics? Or was it the mania? Don't worry I had the support of my family doctor and my husband. I have been on the generic version of Depakote for 12 years. Depakote was the mixer and the hard … Continue reading My PSYCHO – tropic Journey
@alkatzThe asked a question of the Twitter verse last night. The tweet was short and simple... What - you don't like your front row seat I tried to copy and paste the Tweet but … Continue reading Am I Doing Enough?
My dad went by many names, Husband, father, Papa; today I am going to introduce you to The Concrete Guy. I think this was the second most important role in my dad's life. The first being Husband. His mother was the hardest working woman I have ever known. My dad learned his work ethic and … Continue reading My Dad – The Concrete Guy
I learned of the treatment for the side-effects to the treatment of my bipolar disorder from a commercial today. I hope you understood that statement. Just like me it's a little tricky. In fact it could be the definition of the diagnosis I have been saddled with. I should point out that I am vehemently … Continue reading I Blame Big Pharma
Everything I am about to tell you is true. If you take the Fernley exit off of I-80 in Nevada, and follow U.S.-50 to the blinking yellow light at Silver Springs then turn right onto US-95 - if you go the other way you end up in Fallon where Top Gun was filmed. Eight miles … Continue reading How Conspiracy Theories Begin
Our four year old was getting ready for me to pop him in the bath. We could hear him in the bathroom talking or singing; making some kind of noise. I was smiling at my husband when my son said, "Mommy when am I going to die?" My smile turned to puzzlement. I took a … Continue reading Ghost Bugs
I was born in 1968 in Taft, Ca. and mom was so ill with me that she lost 35 pounds. She says she had nightmares that I would come out "one big pill." Dad used to tease her about her craving for cardboard. He said "she would chew the match down to the light." In … Continue reading #mymomsrights