So this feels weird. I haven’t done it in like 4 months. So…. I’m trying again.
I quit for a while, not on purpose, but because shit started getting real. I was headed to a dark place and I was dealing with my crazy for a while there. I was starting to get all emo and sullen when I posted. I was wallowing (or as Dual would say: wallerin’) in the crappy, painful stuff and I was getting a little too heavy when I tried to write it down. But I’m ready to try it again.
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So let’s start over. This is the gritty blog reboot. So Now You Know 2.0 (but really 4.0 because damn it if I still don’t have OCD).
I’ll start my “new” blogging experience by saying that I am not getting rid of any posts from the last few years. They are actually quite fascinating. When I read them it’s like I’m reading a story of someone else’s life. I’m not going to pretend like I didn’t used to be that person. But I’m also not scared to figure out who I am now.
I have OCD. I live with it. I work with it. I am pretty well managed after long years of hard work and being held captive by it. I have Bi-Polar. Like, the really crazy kind. I take pills everyday twice a day. And that pretty much makes me safe to be in public. Unless I’ve been drinking. That’s when I get super fun and everyone is my bestie! Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
I curse so fucking much. I try to keep it appropriate. I suck at that sometimes. Maybe it offends you or maybe not. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.
I’m married to a country boy and I love him. His name is Dual and its right there on his driver’s license because I checked on the first day I met him. He keeps me laughing and listens to me talk and nods in all the right places when I tell endless stories. He shot a squirrel in the ass with a BB gun a few weeks ago. So that is FOR SURE a story that must be told. We like beer and mud and kickin it on the porch with either a beer or a coffee depending on the time of day. And I’ll just let you wonder which drink corresponds to which time of day… We have 4 kids between the 2 of us and 4 dogs (damn that OCD again!). We are navigating that parent/step-parent/working/cleaning/newly married/still dealing with our divorces/mental health/getting old together thing. It’s a lot of work. And kind of like an adventure. And adventure that sometimes ends up with me wresting 4 dogs for a dead squirrel that has BB gun holes in its ass.
If you are new here…well… just hang in there. For everyone else...holy crapballs do we have a lot to catch up on.
