I have been out of the loop for the last few weeks.Bipolar Disorder tends to do that sometimes. Or you could say the Merry-Go-Round is going at a breakneck speed, and I got dizzy and fell off. Literally fell off the merry-go-round. Besides all the bipolar medication changes and side affects almost killing me, I really did some stupid things while in that bipolar manic/mixed rapid cycling catch me if you can episode. I did not get the chance to bungee jump, bummer!

I did get a chance to do a little BMXing, nearly broke my neck, but that's beside the point. Evidently I have no experience with riding a dirt bike. And from the mouth of my JR High guy I am a girl, and that's why I should stay off BMX bikes. The boy needs a lesson. The skateboard thing did not work out all that well either.

A day at the beach demonstrated to me just how fast those little punks are. One of the most infuriating things in this world is when a nine year old boy says " You can't catch me, ha ha". Well little boy I 'ain't' dead yet. It took three undertakings, but boy number two got his. BAM!

I am a scant beat up and frazzled coming out of this bipolar mixed/manic episode. It is like a dark shadow devours you and you are left to watch the whole anarchy play out in living color. I did things I wish I had not. At the time I felt like nothing could touch me. I can do anything. Well HA! That bit me in the behind, really hard. In a bipolar manic/mixed rage I threw away a lot of the things I own. I even sold some, so it was not a total bust. Nonetheless it is not a good thing to do.

I am asked why I did what I did. If I had an answer I sure as hell would give them one. I needed the apartment to be stark. I needed to feel clean so to speak. I am an impulsive person, and that is never a redeeming quality. So I am on another new medication, Geodon, which has helped tremendously to pull me out of that rage induced state I was enduring. The rest we will see.

I've learned that my boys think they have one over and above their Aunt Boo. While I can keep riding a bike, kicking a skateboard I am optimistic. As for pursuing a nine year old around on the beach, well the sand was delicious, and I am still glad I have my teeth, the main thing I discovered is my Ninja Warrior is broken. And chasing nine year old boys is only for the professionally inclined.