Why, Do I Do That to You?

Sometimes I just can't help it.  Well, ok, most of the time I can't help it, but I am a complete witch.  Only substitute a b- for that w-.

[Yep, that's me]

Now, I'm very honest about the fact that I'm bipolar-- and, for the record, I was bipolar before Catherine Zeta-Jones and Demi Lovato made it "ok" -- but sometimes I have no clue what the hell is wrong with me!  Seriously, have you ever had to sit back and just think "WTF is your problem, Looney Tune?!?"

[Yes, you, Psycho!]

So, my sweetie has been MIA on business for the past three weeks, and during that time we really didn't get much of a chance to talk.  A sane normal person would be ecstatic upon his return, no?  A normal person would be happy just to have him home, and to be able to finally talk.  Nope, not me!  My crazy ass decides that I'm going to get mad; angry; irritable; just downright bitchy.

The worst thing?  I know I'm wrong.  I just don't know what is setting me off, so I have no clue when said bitch is going to surface during the course of our conversations.  I know, I know: I live an enviable life, people.

[Uh, yeah.  Right.]

But, seriously, I appreciate my fiance.  I love him with every fiber in my body, and I wouldn't trade him for anything!  (Accept maybe.... ok, nothing.)

Do you have that one person in your life who you just can't help but love && hate, all at the same time?

You Write the Story of my Life...

This is totally unrelated to...anything, and completely beside the point, but...

I want Slexie back!!!!!



[Oh, McSteamy, why are you so gorgeous!?!]

May the Force be With...Me?

I am not having such a good time with this whole lifestyle and diet change-thing.  Well, in fact, I am not having such a good time with this whole life-thing at all.

[I feel like ^this^.  It isn't very attractive.]

Everything just seems to be going... wrong.  Or, perhaps a better explanation would be that things - nothing, actually - seems to be going to plan or at all favorably.  Things suck. 

I've got financial woes out the ass so even though I do fairly well in the salary arena, I never seem to come out ahead.  (Actually, more often than not I come out faaaaaar behind...still)  And, never one to be unsupportive of the sweetheart, I also deal with his stressors.  Afterall, he and I are going to be a we, so his problems are my problems, too.  Add to all this the 19 year old we invited to be our roommate... when did I have a kid?  I don't remember giving birth, but apparently I am now a crazed lunatic who is becoming her parents way too fast proud mother.

And I know... I know it will get better with time.  Be patient, be optimistic, and never give up, those are the virtues I have to which I must cling.  Although, ya know, sometimes I would much rather just give in to the nut job inside me (...as if I don't already...); things would all be so much easier then.  It was Teddy Roosevelt an African proverb that said "Speak softly and carry a big stick; you will go far" -- I like big sticks, and I like how those Africans rolled. 

[Hey there, hot stuff! Check out Katie's post]

Well, on a brighter note...or maybe just on a note that cheers me up ever so slightly, Katie over at Making this Home posted this today.  I had to smile.  If you don't then I guess you just don't have a soul........  I kid, I kid.

How do you handle stressful times in your life?  What do you use as inspiration to keep you motivated?