Having a hard time keeping up?

Having a hard time keeping up? Just keep in mind, YOU don't have to live with me. I do. There, feel BLESSED? You should. But if you don't see anyone but you, well, then, AREN'T YOU SPECIAL? A special group indeed: 2 bros., a mo., 4 frens, 2 biz partz, a (delinquent, as regards being behind the comment 8ball) offspring, -- WHAT? Feeling math challenged? Ever consider you might fit more than one category? Listen up! Have I not tried, in some cases, umpteen million times, to share this with you already? Read me, comment to me -- ON my blogs,ok!? Sheesh! And, JamMan! Help mo, will ya! She, at least, is interested -- genuinely. And, heads up, all a youse. You should (aw, come on, let me should on ya, a bit. You'll thank me later . . . .) know, in your heart of hearts, I'm puttin' a book together. Haven't I warned as much over the last four or five (or more) years? And, here's the heads up part, you're all gonna be in it! One way or another. I would LOVE your active participation. Hence, my cry -- hear my thunder, hear me beat my breast(s, hopefully, still plural) -- find yerself a pseudonym, preferably one by which I might clearly distinguish you from my other folks, be they acquaintances, associates, buds (buddies, are you still napping?), etc. OK! This be the "at least" hopefully final time for you to get there,: kalsaysbyebyelinbip and, newer, yet, tho, first post taken from my WORD archived journaling with still current references, vitriolnhumorpublicenough. Note, dear reader: sometimes the difficulty in reading me may not be my bipolarity, but rather, that it is not my intent you GET the references, unless it is YOU whom I reference. (You may not want to lightly dismiss that it may be you whom I reference.) Fare Thee well, til the next free momento. K

Dear reader,

Dear Reader, an INTRO perhaps would be in order, not having yet formally done one for you. I am white, female (anyone find that particularly enlightening?), Anglo Saxon (or so I believe, being Scandihoovian, of Danish and Swedish upline on the matriarchal side, and, so far, a loosely defined Heinz 57 on the patriarchal), married, (or so I assume -- with all those implications assigned to assuming, -- at least for myself, {not having in hand, nor seen anywhere I can think to look, evidence to decry it}), to a long invisible (other than to a very active, generally yet adoring, imagination, whose chatter often lends to "could that be him? is that guy tall enough?", aren't those swimmer's legs all bicycled up, huh, wouldn't you say?") rejecting, "Silent Son" type man, who admittedly didn't even like me, truth be told. [[I am going to do an aside here, dear reader, and since this is the first time I've let you know in advance, you may too shocked to avail yourself of the "head's up", but many of my conversations, written, verbal or imagined have come to be intentionally more for my own benefit than for the "other" who may be entangled in it -- ]] so . . . here goes: I just hung up the phone with my sister, saying to the effect, "I can't maintain a surface level conversation for all that long a time, with anyone, let alone someone I have a history with and love for, and that is why I am trying to get off the phone with you." Referencing again, my own benefit:
Ist Public Notice, of desiring to: Notice to Divorce
I felt to include that here as I would like to take the opportunity to suggest to Mr. Mystery L(ove), and here one might insert a nickname for one of the blond kids from the long ago Little Rascals TV show for kids who grew up in the 50's -- and had TV's, that could rhyme with Cream of Wheat, ~do I have that to any degree in proximity to any real conversation we've ever had?~ that, -- -- despite our (more than one) histories, and my continued love for you. . . , I am thinking every day of how I might accomplish Divorce by Notice [[could this be public enough for you?] if you don't hurry up and do it. I've given you 6+ years, already.]] Well, dear reader, I've exhausted myself for this round. By all counts, so far as I can tell, anyway, any readers I might have are all illusory, so who would there be to care should I sign off now? K

ALERT Im feeling litigious natured

ALERT: I’m feeling litigious natured this A. M., and I am truly on a hunt for just about anyone who would be so kind as to RESPOND (I beg U) to my pleas – please, please, let me know I am heard, allow me to know I yet have a voice with which to speak, please validate me with some kind of RETURN communiqué! And, … darn it all to Hades, (trying to avoid the Internet Police), would it hurt you so much? to pull out a dictionary, if you are at all unsure what I am saying? I AM: as determined as I have ever been in my life, to move forward, to progress, to find a way, to “present as” an adult, -- which to me NEEDS to be – finding a way TO -- consistently, and in every instance, have. . . and avail myself of. . . the freedom one might, (dare, I say) hope to TAKE FOR GRANTED, at least should one find oneself able (enough) bodied, and stable (enough) minded, AT LEAST, in the good ole USA? – PAY MY OWN WAY IN LIFE ! ! ! ! ! Yeah – and even if, as is the case – I AM WOMAN.
Are any of you out there? Well. . . . Let’s let that stand on its own for a moment as its own question. Now, then. As I was saying, are any of you out there contentious enough, -- Dr. or no, PhD. or no, ok, ok, J. D. (do you prefer, Esquire?) or no, friend or no, wasband or husby or no, offspring or no, relative or no, friend or no, reader or no -- to suggest I go back on Lithium, slip into the straightjacket, hop (as only arthritics can do) right up into the paddy wagon, vacation a while in a mental ward? Careful, now, because, let’s reason a moment together here. Can anyone say that has WORKED so far?
Time constrains me to end this post, for now. Should you be willing to post a comment, might I suggest you choose for yourself a pseudonym you could live with should you and your words (already public, once posted) appear in a book I might yet write? And, you can always post me an email with any details you’d like. I should like to thank you profusely in advance for your responding to me. Thank you. Thank you!

Dear God in Heaven, If I must be consigned to insanity in this life . . . Couldst Thou, Wouldst Thou, Let me, please be, Crazy Like a Fox? PS -- If you are my landlord: (who knew you could read?) I know you can't hear and you entered my place within two hours of my posting notice on my door NOT TO, read my lips -- I will pursue you wherever I need to -- do not, do not, do not, -- for any reason, -- under any circumstances, pass through my doorway without my presence, and my express permission. Ever. If I could make myself any clearer, please dear reader, post to me how! Aaaaaaaaaaaiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! K

This weekends "much anticipated" likely posts: "I want to make my GENERATIONAL experience of M - D illness SUITABLE for a specific purpose: REDEMPTION, OBSERVATION, and EVOLVEMENT, or, as BEWITCHED Samantha (Nicole Kidman's Big Screen Version) suggests; the antidote for regret is redemption by REWIND. and "Yes, darlin' son, I do believe this to be an 'inspired' move." and The license to be lazy (LTBL) comes with a price. You MUST earn it! So, there's your heads up!

Reflections of a Morning, a "Sane Sister B-Day Morning", Bday morning referencing: were it four months prior to now, a means -- really an attempt -- I use to remember the day of the month it is ALL DAY, without having to slow myself down in laborious scrolling through the file drawers of my mind. . . : 1. I think it could be interesting to know the STATS on -- how many jumans (note how irresponsible spell checker can be?) I must surely have meant, Humans on the Planet become Mentally Unstable Upon Becomeing Aware They are BROKE (either with or without hope)? Here let me insert a tip to those hoping I may lead the way towards their being able to scuttle their own Psych(o) drugs -- this not to be intended as a suggestion -- take me to court, I have a good 30 days worth of folks who'd swear under oath on a witness stand, "yes, I have to admit I've thought "yes, she is criminally insane, and this is why I had thought that" and gleefully launch into a true, albeit, likely boring, depending on their telling of it -- example of why the Insanity Plea could be the better part of Legal Category]{oh, d____, the tip was meant to be for those whose "nervous syptoms" showing up as "perfection" are slamming into their self-proclaimed "Editors of everyone else's writing" persona , it's not going to hurt you (anyone) to spend a moment or two, pondering, is that the correct spelling? or -- should I attempt to help this poor woman with her sentence structure} aware that they are "Brokes" "with or without " "HOPES"? 2. Another Possible Title Idea!!!!! Uncapping the Joy, Unkempt (Unkept) Giggles 3. ano -- Beware the Crazy Crazy Lady (Umbrage Queen): Steal Neither her Pen, nor her Tongue

For those unacustomed to the "R_E_A_L" me, ByeByeLinBiP, is all about KAL (me) going off Lithium (table of elements 3) and managing my BiPolar habit patterns without aforementioned. Some, myself included, would, or, at least have (in the past) argued my managing my certifiable (as per a 5-week locked and barred mental ward status in April-May 1987) BiPolar, then most often referred to as Manic-Depressive, illness, DEPENDED upon it. I kinda like attaching (as does the National [?international?] Depressive Manic-Depressive Association) the Depressive -Blah-Blah, at the front. What evuh! Good Luck towards hanging on for the ride of your life. Know the "REAL" me does not, to any degree, intend this to be G rated, nor PG rated, and some of you will very likely find implications leading beyond Restrictive boundaries. This is your warning notice. All ye who willingly enter in to this forthright spilling of a mind derided by one quote, unquote Psychologist by the caustic (my perception) statement, as I concluded my history by saying I was diagnosed Manic Depressive five years (then) ago; "it doesn't surprise ME you have a THINKING DISORDER!" Them's fightin' words, buddy! And, I've held on to them and my umbrage over them for 13+ years now! All readers, BEWARE, the UMBRAGE queen! And, Tom Cruise, I ain't no lady, and I'm bigger and older and more experienced in mental dabbling, if for no other reason than my age than you -- not meaning any disrespect towards your mental training and honing, in a very (at least to some of us) viable mindset. And, I do love and adore you, [& now, breathlessly said], nearly everything about you, but trust me when I say, you do not want to tangle with me on the verbal - emotional front of, . . . well, enough said. Farethee well, all, for the first post of -- ByeBye, KAL