Stressing but all is well over all

So Jen and I have moved int with my parents. This is a great thing. More time with mama and dad has a little more free time. Problem is dads still treating me like I'm 14 and we don't communicate that well. He's "gruffy". We don't get along sometimes. We'll last night mom said something getting onto him and mom said something to the effect of "what if I were a cow" dad retorted "I'd sell you!"

That pissed me the hell off. I just got up and left. Couldn't take it. Didn't even eat desert. Brought it home and dad has undoubtedly eaten it by now. 

On another note, the animals all survived the move except for the devils spawn. See, we took the cat over a few days before we moved in. She wouldn't eat or drink for a couple days and the other cats, even my precious Monkey, didn't accept her into their home. Things calmed down and soon it was moving day. My dad came and hauled all of our important stuff to their house. We'll one guy helping my dad move ended up stealing over $1,000 worth of instruments, electronics, and just crap to try sell. Here's the kicker. He stole my gun. Felt like he took the last part of "Officer Woody", that cop part of me. I'm dealing but it's breaking my heart. 

So we move the dogs over who escape their first pin. My dad and I spent an afternoon building a dog run out of cow panels (36 ft x 4 ft x 4ft). We'll dumbass dug outta there. So we reinforced it with pipe. 

So we finally brought the gerbal home and within 12 hours the "good" dog had climbed the closet and pulled the cage down and it was a massacre. So no more small animals. But anyway....

Back on meds regularly so my mood has stableized and I'm just exhausted from the moving. 

That's all I got, how'd you like that?

I'm great...except when I'm not

Welcome back! 

It's been a long, long time....almost six months. I've been great.....except when I wasn't. Christmas was hard mentally and physically. No more family traditions due to various health problems and my sisters refusal to leave the house. And I pulled a muscle in my back twice in the same place. Here it is mid-march and I'm STILL sore. Damn coughs.....damn carenow. Damn shots. 

Ok so let me catch you up. Jen and I have been together since September 30th and I've never looked back. 

My ex dumping me was that final life lesson to learn, and it brought me full circle. It wasn't me that had a problem, it was her. The day after she broke up with me I was completely ok because it wasn't me, it was her. And you know what? It was serendipitous to have that Oprah-Ah-Ha moment. That's why I'm writing this entry. I'd given up on trying to help others with bipolar with this blog. It was selfish therapy when I started. But I got to see a glimpse into one of my BEST friend's life through her new blog and, as usual, she inspired me to keep writing. Hope I hear from her soon....still waiting......checking phone.....well......she must be sleeping...

Anyway....

I met Jen 10 days later and we're inseparable. It aches when she isn't beside me. She compliments me in every way. She is BEAUTIFUL. Her heart is as big as mine. She teaches me something everyday, even if it's just to feel what I feel. That is a quality that has been GREATLY lacking in the past. She completely keeps me in check with my mental health. 

Staying with her has changed me (I won't say living because my bills and guitar have been at mom and dads). I've learned that: living off the dollar menu is not that bad, the neighbors down the street rakes leaves to earn money for diapers; When your dog is suffering, it's as bad as your own child; also learned that there really are people that truly care about others; I've learned that age is only a number, today I feel old!!!!; Bengay is my friend; patience from a willful dog is much easer to deal with, and less painful, than a chicken; and I'll close this list with this: if you look hard enough, do your on work on yourself, and pray....a LOT, finding your soulmate isn't that difficult. 

Jen and I decided to move in with my folks and look after mom and all 7 dogs, 3 cats, a rooster (dad killed the chicken), and the devils spawn aka the gerbil. Life turned us in this direction and I think it's best. 

Less than a week after we decided to move in my sister dropped the bomb that they are moving back to Austin with Turtle and Colton (born the day before my birthday!). This is very difficult to deal with for my mom. She has a hard time traveling...we all do. 

So that's life people. Back to priming and painting so we can start moving stuff on Sunday. Gonna be a LONG weekend. Know what? Wouldn't trade it for anything!

Keep lookin up, cause that's where it all is!!