OK, so I talk a lot about bipolar disorder and what it’s like to live with it, but I don’t ALWAYS talk about bipolar. Sometimes I will hold forth on politics or religion (you know, the topics our parents taught us never to discuss in public), and other times I just yammer about anything that comes to mind. Today, I’ll tell you a little about who I am.
As mentioned elsewhere on this blog, I’m a registered nurse who’s been more or less happily married for almost 33 years. My husband should be high on the candidate list for sainthood after putting up with me for so long, although he does have his own less adorable moments (like when he buys yet another model airplane when there are 75 others downstairs in the man-cave). We have 4 beautiful grown children; we also had a daughter who died shortly after birth, which was easily the worst time of our lives. To say the least.
Three of these beautiful children have produced a total of six even more beautiful grandchildren, with one more on the way this October. My ‘baby’, the 22-year-old, is gay, and while I’m pretty much your average conservative Catholic girl, to see this young man and his partner together is one of the joys of my life and I will defy ANYONE to claim I should be ashamed of him.
When I’m not working—like now—I enjoy blogging (surprise, surprise), gardening, writing articles for the world’s largest online nursing community, NFL football (my team is the perennial also-ran Chargers from San Diego), church activities, and good times with my hubby and our ever-growing family. Life is never better than on a summer’s day with the grandsons playing on our big front lawn, the barbecue grill cooking up a delicious meal, the sounds of birds in the tall pines, and a glass of iced sweet tea in my hand.
Still, if I didn’t have this weird, warped sense of humor that enables me to laugh uproariously at almost anything, I’d never have made it through life. While I don’t find physical comedy particularly enjoyable (think the Three Stooges and most Jim Carrey movies), I delight in life and break up at some of the damnedest things…….like body noises. I’m the eternal 10-year-old; though I love sophisticated humor, there’s nothing funnier than a perfectly timed butt-trumpet during a sober moment or the middle of a tense movie scene.
So, that’s a bit about me. How about you?
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