The photo is of my dog, Mesquite. He died on February 5th this year. I don't want to go into it, it's very sad and all. I have a new dog now named Storm, and he has helped a lot. He's not a replacement, he's an addition. I never thought I would love another dog so quickly, but Storm is pretty insistent. Plus he picked me to be his person, and he cuddles--what else was I supposed to do? But I still miss Mesquite, I always will. But it's better. Not crying all of the time.
As you might have guessed, I love dogs. I also love music--I sing in a tiny band that includes myself and my brother, KJ. Last year I started singing again after taking about 20 years off (long story) and at first my voice sucked. But I went to see my bff in Portland (never thought I would have a bff, heh) and she and her girlfriend had the video game _______. You can play instruments or sing. I chose to sing and had a blast. So I got _______ for Christmas and started singing. I got a little bit better. I kept at it and then sang for my brother and after a bit of back and forth our band was born. For privacy reasons, I won't say the name of the band--but it has a great name!
So far we've written 3 songs together. Seems like each song is better than the one before it, so that's encouraging. The goal of all of this is to record a CD full of original material in the next year or two. At some point we'll start looking for other muscians to practice with (we have a place to do that) and when we're ready, my brother has a good friend who owns a recording studio, and he has agreed to give us a great deal. So I'm very excited about all that.
I have bipolar II. I'm doing well on my meds at the moment, sort of. I am tapering off one med and am coming up on another and am having some withdrawal and that sucks. But so far I'm hangin in there.
I also have PTSD. I was sexually abused by a neighbor as a child. I was also attacked when I was 19 by a man that was later thought to be a serial killer. (My brother's dog saved me. I love dogs so much!) I know, I sound almost light-hearted about it--I'm not. It was beyond horrible. But I lived through it, and eventually I did more than just survive. My life is not perfect, there is a hell of a lot going on, but it's good. I have a great husband and 6 sons. We joke that we have yours, mine, ours and theirs because one kid is mine, one is adopted, two are his, and the other two used to belong to a neighbor...we're in the process of two adult adoptions. Very exciting!
I'm sort of just skimming the surface here--I don't want to tell my whole story all at once. I don't think I could! I figure it will creep out a bit at a time, as I get to know people, and they get to know me.
A disclaimer: I am a writer, so I try to be entertaining, but I suffered a head injury in 2001 and since then I tend to, um, let's say, be creative with spelling. So if something bad slips through, forgive me. I try.
I'm glad to be here and I'm looking forward to getting to know you, or some of you.