Self-Description: Well. I'm not usually at a loss for words and when you get to
know me, you'll unfortunately understand that all too well...But I
can say is that when I saw my buddy Tiff's new email address with the
domain "realmofredheads," I immediately emailed her and asked if I
could join and be "CrazyBipolarBitch@realmofredheads.com" Alas, the
rules don't allow for a User Name that long, so I went with
ZanyBPBitch or TitsForTots (don't know which they're letting through,
so I'll advertise both--DO NOT ATTEMPT to imitate any form of these
names...chaos will ensue for those who do).
As the proposed names describe, I am an eccentric and assertive wench
with bipolar disorder and I still breastfeed my son, although my
motto on somedays is "No Tits For Tots" when the little bugger bites
me. (For those BFing moms out there, you KNOW how much it
hurts...ow!) However, I do not entirely define my life in terms of
bipolar disorder, bitchiness, or motherhood. I am more (much, much
more) than the sum of those parts. (See "Interests" below.)
Currently, I am alternatively employed (read "disabled" by the SSA),
but I am working toward a return to regaining my status as a
productive member of society by working as a hack writer or perhaps a
stable hand. We'll see what the lord (or the Goddess) provides.
I live with my partner, B, my kids (Maura and Alex), a Dalmatian with
spotted-brain-disease (is there any other kind), five cats (Ezzy,
Moses, Alice, Posey, and Joy), about 7,000 books, seven guitars and
an acoustic bass (B plays both and mando; I just play guitar), a cool
new Karaoke machine, five desktop PCs and a laptop, a minvan (what
else) and my five-on-floor Saturn (zoom zoom), occasional
step-daughters and grandchildren (three and threeo of each), too many
toys, and a brand-new hyacinth named Akbar in a 20's Colonial in a
sick little suburb of Rochester, NY (SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!).
Needless to say, I'm *not* the average soccer mom.
My motto in live is: "You will never, ever, EVER be bored" (with me,
I mean).
Children: Hmmmm..."Children (optional) Expand if you
wish"....interesting directions for life. But yes, I *do* have
Optional Children. Maura (b. 1989...currently 15 years old) and
Alexander (b. 2003...currently working on the terrible almost-twos).
Yes. You read that right. They're almost 14 years apart. WHAT WAS I
THINKING? Obviously, I wasn't. In fact, B (my partner) and I call
Alex, our GlaxoSmithKline baby since we were both on Wellbutrin when
I got knocked up. Well, that and I was 40 and didn't think I could
GET pregnant again...Serves me right. Hey, at least *my* two aren't
as far apart as B's other kids and Alex. His daughters were 26, 24,
and 21 when Alex was born and have three kids older than Alex...so
B's grandkids' uncle is older than they are. Who says life isn't
better after 50???? (He was 55 when Alex was born.)
Interests: To wit: activist (can you say, "Bush stole the
election--AGAIN!!???" or, when asked by a psychiatrist as to the
identity of the President of the United States on June 1, 2004, my
reply was, "Al Gore...But George W. Bush has his candy ass in the
White House, unfortunately."), writer (of innumerable articles,
essays, short stories, anthology entries, web articles and copy
material, annual reports, technical and software documentation for
too many companies to mention, advertising copy, greeting cards,
romance and mystery novels {some actually published}, teaching
materials, and Japanese candy wrappers), editor/proofreader,
idealist, equestrienne, island lover (North Atlantic only,
please--esp. Nantucket and Prince Edward Island), support-group
facilitator (for DBSA and Parents With Psychiatric Disabilities),
folk and street singer, Queer Eye fag hag, pooper scooper (owner of
Kit's Pooper Scoopers--Dogs Poop; We Scoop), fierce friend, singing
telegram deliverer, avid driving fan (gimme a 2002 and a mountain
road and I'm in hog heaven), ex-pot-bellied-pig mom, landlady,
inveterate student (16 colleges and no degree in sight yet), windmill
tilter, hiker, cat fancier (down to five right now),
born-again-Ba'hi'a-Episcopalian-Prebyterian-Universalist-Gooney-
Unitarian-Kosher-Wiccan-Atheistic-Paganistic-Agnostic-GoddessLoving-
Radical-Liberal, hacker, beach comber (Lake Ontario most of the
time), die-hard Redhead, voracious reader, bad-ass C&W female white
trash fan (long live Terri Clark and Jo Dee Messina), instructor (of
such writing classes as "Deep Journaling," "The Parent Trap--Tapping
The Writer Within The Diaper Pail," "Digital Poetry," "Send It!," and
"Decompressive Writing"), damned do-gooder, member of the Polite
Police (say "Please" or I'll kill you), escaped felon (I think
climbing over that wall at the army depot and throwing red paint
(HA!) on those bombs was a felony...if not, then my FBI file is
incorrect), wilted flower child, Simpsonite, ACOA, ECT survivor, and
general mommy brainer accurately depict my interests.
More: Jesus. Don't you think I've hurt you all enough by now? If you
want to know more, then email me, Otherwise, ESCAPE WHILE YOU
CAN...Remember: Resistance is Futile. TTFN
Contact Info:
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