<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571219607539319813</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:31:46.632-08:00</updated><category term='dealing with bipolar'/><category term='pot'/><category term='exam'/><category term='weed'/><category term='fights'/><category term='epsom salt'/><category term='cinco de mayo'/><category term='bipolar lovedone nicknames'/><category term='school'/><category term='bipolar smokes pot'/><category term='pores'/><category term='weed to comb down'/><category term='groceries'/><category term='bipolar phone calls work'/><category term='burritos'/><category term='bad wheater'/><category term='stinked'/><category term='food'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='flu'/><category term='normalcy'/><category term='scrub'/><category term='no sleep'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='bipolar love'/><category term='bipolar'/><category term='tacos'/><category term='bus'/><category term='clean'/><category term='pills'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Bipolar Loved One</title><subtitle type='html'>I love my Bi Polar Girl Friend but I go through a lot everyday putting up with her.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bi Polar Lov Log</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103031267644251245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2gP1_Vue8E/Sfy4eTopBvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m8pSyOydBuI/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571219607539319813.post-7985090524681906190</id><published>2009-05-29T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:28:31.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try to give a person Responsibilty</title><content type='html'>I hope I did not make a big mistake but I it seems I did.  I gave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YoYo&lt;/span&gt; half my check to pay the bills not one bill got [age and she is mad at me for it.  She tried to double the money by buying some pot and selling back at twice the rate but got scammed instead.  I was not for this at all but I know she smokes pot because it brings her down to a mellow state.  She had this friend or mechanic from the hood that fixed her cars, he is good old boy not from the hood but fits right in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of his personality.  He new a guy that would buy the stuff from her and they make a quick 200. That was just the bate, she then got that money and bought some more to double her 200 to 400 but this time the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;businessman&lt;/span&gt; as she puts it got all her money and the pot.  I had nothing to do with this but yet she is mad at me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; the bills did not get paid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6571219607539319813-7985090524681906190?l=bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/feeds/7985090524681906190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/05/try-to-give-person-responsibilty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/7985090524681906190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/7985090524681906190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/05/try-to-give-person-responsibilty.html' title='Try to give a person Responsibilty'/><author><name>Bi Polar Lov Log</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103031267644251245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2gP1_Vue8E/Sfy4eTopBvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m8pSyOydBuI/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571219607539319813.post-5667554152292577094</id><published>2009-05-12T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:25:20.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy me Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>Yo Yo called and had another bipolar moment.  She has bee pretty good the last week.  Got a call a few minutes ago.  She said can you please get another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;,  you finished it all up how inconsiderate.   I told her last time I got Ice cream it was half was still there then she yelled and screamed that I bought the ice cream for her she did not feel like having any and no that she does its gone (she was yelling and then hug up the phone.)  My daughter had a sleep over I sure one of those kids ate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6571219607539319813-5667554152292577094?l=bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/feeds/5667554152292577094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/05/buy-me-ice-cream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/5667554152292577094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/5667554152292577094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/05/buy-me-ice-cream.html' title='Buy me Ice Cream'/><author><name>Bi Polar Lov Log</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103031267644251245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2gP1_Vue8E/Sfy4eTopBvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m8pSyOydBuI/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571219607539319813.post-6047558487619365167</id><published>2009-05-05T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T05:50:42.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinco de mayo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>CInco De Mayo</title><content type='html'>Happy to Cinco De Mayo to everybody.  I not celebrating today because I a have no money to celebrate.  Good thing they have canceled most of the celebrations her in the Dallas / Fort Worth area because of the flu.   No post yesterday because I had to leave work early because of our money situation.  We are broke til payday and only have gas for one car.   I made up an excuse to my boss so I could use some sick leave this after noon.  Yo Yo was good and did not have any bipolar moments  (maybe a real small one). Yes once and a while we have those days when drama does not occur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put myself on a cleansing diet.  I was breaking out with zits and getting fat so I am fasting for 3 days and just drinking soup and my coffee is black no cream and sugar.  I not completely starving but close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6571219607539319813-6047558487619365167?l=bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/feeds/6047558487619365167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinco-de-mayo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/6047558487619365167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/6047558487619365167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinco-de-mayo.html' title='CInco De Mayo'/><author><name>Bi Polar Lov Log</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103031267644251245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2gP1_Vue8E/Sfy4eTopBvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m8pSyOydBuI/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571219607539319813.post-8655763233885481966</id><published>2009-05-03T10:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T10:53:03.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tacos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burritos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad wheater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bipolar'/><title type='text'>Bad Weather</title><content type='html'>Last night we had lots thunderstorms and rain in the Dallas area and it was a good day for me even so.  I know Yo Yo has her good and bad days but yesterday was a day of rest.  Yo Yo took a sleeping pill and was out from about 8pm to 8am.   Its good for me because 12 hours without drama gives my mind some time to rest.  Its was a very hard drive home from work yesterday though because the rain was so hard the streets had lots of water and there where accidents on all the highways.  I passed by two of them on the way home.    We had a rough Friday but Saturday night was nice and peaceful.    When and bought some tacos and burritos and some soup and had a good nights rest. Sometimes bad weather can be a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6571219607539319813-8655763233885481966?l=bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/feeds/8655763233885481966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/8655763233885481966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/8655763233885481966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-weather.html' title='Bad Weather'/><author><name>Bi Polar Lov Log</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103031267644251245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2gP1_Vue8E/Sfy4eTopBvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m8pSyOydBuI/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571219607539319813.post-2900930799619406595</id><published>2009-05-02T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T14:05:57.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bipolar'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just found this on twitter kind of neat I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sxoop.com/twitter/"&gt;Get your twitter mosaic here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/bcuban"&gt;&lt;img title="Brian Cuban" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitter_production/profile_images/72723564/brian_normal.jpg" width="48" border="0" height="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/MarcyRubin"&gt;&lt;img title="MarcyRubin" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitter_production/profile_images/81249427/mardy_normal.jpg" width="48" border="0" height="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/victorjkennedy"&gt;&lt;img title="Victor J Kennedy" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitter_production/profile_images/124362069/victor192_normal.jpg" width="48" border="0" height="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/julianna12369"&gt;&lt;img title="Julianna Shapiro" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitter_production/profile_images/128594912/me_normal.jpg" width="48" border="0" height="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/RMH_Bipolar"&gt;&lt;img title="RMH Bipolar" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitter_production/profile_images/92798537/rmh_ad_logo_normal.jpg" width="48" border="0" height="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/worldkayak"&gt;&lt;img title="World Kayak" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitter_production/profile_images/103563700/wk_logo_droponly_normal.jpg" width="48" border="0" height="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/jktidaue"&gt;&lt;img title="Joshua D. 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src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitter_production/profile_images/179957913/lalogo_normal.jpg" width="48" border="0" height="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/pionair"&gt;&lt;img title="Pionair AirSystem" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitter_production/profile_images/186294114/checkmark_normal.gif" width="48" border="0" height="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/georel21"&gt;&lt;img title="georel ulangkaya" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitter_production/profile_images/90612169/mypic_normal.jpg" width="48" border="0" height="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/guinnaAshburn"&gt;&lt;img title="Aimil" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitter_production/profile_images/99939306/e.mypicV_normal.jpg" width="48" border="0" height="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/BipolarArtDealr"&gt;&lt;img title="Bipolar Art Dealer" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitter_production/profile_images/61787670/MASK_Small_normal.jpg" width="48" border="0" 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href="http://twitter.com/KathleenWood"&gt;&lt;img title="Kathy Wood" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitter_production/profile_images/69597513/kathyheadshot_normal.JPG" width="48" border="0" height="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/artofhughart"&gt;&lt;img title="Jeff Hughart" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitter_production/profile_images/178028547/jib_jab_normal.jpg" width="48" border="0" height="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/seobat"&gt;&lt;img title="SEObat tools" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitter_production/profile_images/67618745/logo_vettoriale_normal.jpg" width="48" border="0" height="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my current followers.  I hope to get 10,000 if I can.  This blog is going to be update on the daily so I know its going to grow fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6571219607539319813-2900930799619406595?l=bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/feeds/2900930799619406595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-found-this-on-twitter-kind-of-neat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/2900930799619406595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/2900930799619406595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-found-this-on-twitter-kind-of-neat.html' title=''/><author><name>Bi Polar Lov Log</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103031267644251245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2gP1_Vue8E/Sfy4eTopBvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m8pSyOydBuI/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571219607539319813.post-3199511913402336174</id><published>2009-05-02T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:51:48.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bipolar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normalcy'/><title type='text'>Feeling Bad</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel kind of bad after fights with Yo Yo since I know sometimes I am wrong.  I know I am not always right and I have a very strong personality and I am stubborn.  I know I am right most of the time because I have made the same mistakes myself when I was  younger.  Admitting to being wrong is very hard and with a bipolar person you do not have much time to argue or explain because on word and they already ready to fight or be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a said sometimes I just feel mad no mater who wrong and who's right.  Just want to say out of fights and stop all the drama and yelling.   Also I am getting tired of happy times to when the are just ordinary things and not something to jump up and down about. I need some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;normalcy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6571219607539319813-3199511913402336174?l=bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/feeds/3199511913402336174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/05/feeling-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/3199511913402336174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/3199511913402336174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/05/feeling-bad.html' title='Feeling Bad'/><author><name>Bi Polar Lov Log</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103031267644251245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2gP1_Vue8E/Sfy4eTopBvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m8pSyOydBuI/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571219607539319813.post-1139782311730457508</id><published>2009-05-02T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T08:04:02.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bipolar smokes pot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weed to comb down'/><title type='text'>Sleep in the Car Last Night</title><content type='html'>On the way home from work yesterday I received a call from Yo Yo telling me to meet her on I-30 off of Dolphin road.  I was not but 10 miles away so I did not have a problem with that, she need 5 dollars for gas and my daughter was with her.   Waited at a gas station near Dolphin for about 30 minutes for her she had wanted to me at her friend Charlotte but she is a drug dealer and I refused to go and was upset our daughter was there also.  Once we meet at the gas station she was in a OK good mood,  I put $5 in gas bought her cigarettes and and gave her 5 dollars.  Forgot to mention that I spilled about 20 cents worth of gas on my shirt and pants so I smelled like gas. My daughter was hungry and she when with me to go home.    Yo Yo said I will be there in 1 hour, and we went on our way.   About 5 miles later we realized we had no key to get in to the house and tried calling Yo Yo but no answer and then she called about 5 minutes later saying she had the keys.   My daughter said she left a window open so we told her since she going home in on hour we would just meet her there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Wendy's to eat  and I smelled like gas and all the customers of Wendy's where looking for the smell of oil.  It was me and I was keeping my distance from them.  I went to the wash room to try to kill the smell with soap but no luck.    We ate quickly and headed to the house.    Once we had arrived at the house we found out that no windows where open and there was no way of getting into the house.   So we called Yo Yo see if she was on her way and she did not answer the phone.  We went out to the back porch and watched the lake for a few minutes while my daughter road her bike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally received a call from Yo Yo at about 9:30 pm and we told her we where stilled locked out and she said she was on her way.  The 1 hour went by and no Yo Yo.  She called back and was mad because  I  lied to her about the window being open (that's what my daughter thought).  She was stoned and could not drive ( at least that's what she said)  I refused to drive back to her to get the keys cause I new she was at her friend the drug dealer ( she sell pills  and pot no hard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt;) but I not going to a house that the police are watching.  Yo You said she would be on her way after the she came done from the pot.   Me and my daughter when to sleep and no Mom at 12 or 2 or 4 she did not arrive til 6 am and was mad at me for not driving back to get the keys.   When we got in she threw her medicine or pill at me to show me she need the pot to make her  feel right.  I was not mad I just wanted to get some more sleep.   I do not smoke pot but I know in some states like New Mexico or California she could get a license to smoke weed and I guess it helps but me and my daughter are not going to the drug places she goes if I have any thing to do with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6571219607539319813-1139782311730457508?l=bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/feeds/1139782311730457508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleep-in-car-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/1139782311730457508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/1139782311730457508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleep-in-car-last-night.html' title='Sleep in the Car Last Night'/><author><name>Bi Polar Lov Log</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103031267644251245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2gP1_Vue8E/Sfy4eTopBvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m8pSyOydBuI/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571219607539319813.post-5163609904622115388</id><published>2009-05-01T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:37:43.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dealing with bipolar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bipolar love'/><title type='text'>What my Bipolar Love does to me</title><content type='html'>Its very hard to deal with a loved one that has this disorder and the after effects it has on me can sometimes bring everything tumbling down.  I have lots of fights with Yo Yo and sometimes I get depressed and really do not know how to handle things.  I also find myself riding the roller coaster with her for good times as well.   Every thing is either really good or really bad.  I not sure what to think but sometimes I fell the same way she does.  I not bipolar myself but her mood swings have a lot to do with the way I feel.    I am writing this blog to help me deal with these issues and hoping someone might give me some suggestions or maybe even I can help someone myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6571219607539319813-5163609904622115388?l=bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/feeds/5163609904622115388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-my-bipolar-love-does-to-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/5163609904622115388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/5163609904622115388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-my-bipolar-love-does-to-me.html' title='What my Bipolar Love does to me'/><author><name>Bi Polar Lov Log</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103031267644251245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2gP1_Vue8E/Sfy4eTopBvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m8pSyOydBuI/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571219607539319813.post-8767497976633986122</id><published>2009-05-01T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:07:08.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bipolar'/><title type='text'>YoYo out for Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>Yo Yo called me at work about 7pm telling me to meet her near her moms so she could take her out for Ice Cream.  I know its a lie, but I never question her or confront her.  She as for 25 dollars, I said for Ice Cream.  She said and I need to buy some pot to comb my nerves.  Its about 10 bucks for her pot and I know she is a lot less dramatic when she smokes some. I gave her the money and put in 16 for gas.  She drove off and I headed home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a call about 9 pm saying she was done eating Ice cream and had on more stop and would be home within the hour.  She then call about 10:30 and said she was on her way and would be at home in 30 minutes.    Went to bed and she woke me up coming in at 2:30 am and said for me to wake her up in the morning. Did not give me a time but I did not pay her any attention cause I was half a sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Morning She woke me up about 5:50 complaining that I did not wake her up and she was saying pretty mad.   I went back to sleep and she woke me up and complained again.   I had no idea what time to wake her up, I was up at 5:13 taking a leak but thought it was to early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called me at lunch and said she got a A on her exam.  I guess staying up late and smoking pot help her.  I know I would have flunked the exam.    But she is happy at this moment. One thing you got to remember about a bipolar person is that they are really happy or really mad or really sad there is no middle ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6571219607539319813-8767497976633986122?l=bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/feeds/8767497976633986122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/05/yoyo-out-for-ice-cream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/8767497976633986122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/8767497976633986122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/05/yoyo-out-for-ice-cream.html' title='YoYo out for Ice Cream'/><author><name>Bi Polar Lov Log</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103031267644251245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2gP1_Vue8E/Sfy4eTopBvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m8pSyOydBuI/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571219607539319813.post-8165139421374912886</id><published>2009-04-30T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:13:20.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bipolar'/><title type='text'>Bipolar lunch moment</title><content type='html'>Was at Tom Thumb getting me some lunch and I get a call from Yo Yo yelling at me because I locked the door to the house and she was at Medicare getting some pills.  She was upset because our Daughter did not have a key (she gave it to her mom)  and she told me take care of it.  The only problem is I don't have a key neither and I call back telling her its still 1 hour and half before she gets out, but she just yells and does not give me a chance to call. So I rush in the car to get to the school ( I am 45 miles away and I needed to get back to work so I would not lose any overtime.  Half way there I get a call and said she canceled her appointment and to forget getting her. She was yelling again and I just wasted my whole lunch for an hour.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good part happens next, I get a call from My daughter that she missed the bus and she cannot get in touch with her mom.  Yo Yo forgot the cell at home and I made quick calls to the Land Lord and Gate house to tell her mom if the could.  You beat me to the punch and got her phone working and my called my daughter and found out she was still at school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is she usually is mad about nothings and no she was ok about her daughter missing the bus and all is ok, I think she might have gotten some pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up or down luck she was up this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6571219607539319813-8165139421374912886?l=bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/feeds/8165139421374912886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/04/bipolar-lunch-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/8165139421374912886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/8165139421374912886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/04/bipolar-lunch-moment.html' title='Bipolar lunch moment'/><author><name>Bi Polar Lov Log</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103031267644251245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2gP1_Vue8E/Sfy4eTopBvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m8pSyOydBuI/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571219607539319813.post-8445924301421119568</id><published>2009-04-30T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:31:10.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrub'/><title type='text'>I stink</title><content type='html'>Last Night when I got home Yo Yo told me I sinked the house bad. She lit a candle and gave me a scrub to clean better because she said my pores are open I stinked the  house.  I asked our Daughter do I smell and she said no.  But Yo Yo was right I did stink the house because my pair of shoes I got at Pay less did stink but not me, I am very clean.  YoYo is very high strung and I keep queit and my daughter though I was feeling sick.  I know if I said some thing to Yo Yo things would have gone bad so I keep quit and ingnored her til she went to sleep.  Thank god she has school and she went to bed early.   No drama last night.  I know things don't sound bad so far but give it time crazy stuff happens everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6571219607539319813-8445924301421119568?l=bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/feeds/8445924301421119568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-stink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/8445924301421119568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/8445924301421119568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-stink.html' title='I stink'/><author><name>Bi Polar Lov Log</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103031267644251245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2gP1_Vue8E/Sfy4eTopBvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m8pSyOydBuI/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571219607539319813.post-546141096863394396</id><published>2009-04-29T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:32:47.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bipolar phone calls work'/><title type='text'>Its Hard to work</title><content type='html'>I get called several times every hour sometimes and I lose my concentration working, also when we get in fights it affects me also.  I kind of mad now because of her hanging up the phone on me because I did not call her back right away with a phone number she wanted.  You see I am her yellow pages also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6571219607539319813-546141096863394396?l=bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/feeds/546141096863394396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-hard-to-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/546141096863394396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/546141096863394396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-hard-to-work.html' title='Its Hard to work'/><author><name>Bi Polar Lov Log</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103031267644251245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2gP1_Vue8E/Sfy4eTopBvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m8pSyOydBuI/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571219607539319813.post-8405343571126221144</id><published>2009-04-29T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:54:00.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stinked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epsom salt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groceries'/><title type='text'>Food list</title><content type='html'>My Daughter called and gave me a list of food, I could hear Yo Yo in the back ground when my daughter said wheat bread, she yelled out wheat bread not white.   The list was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Breast Skinless&lt;br /&gt;Milk&lt;br /&gt;Wheat Bread&lt;br /&gt;Campbell Soup   (better be campbell soup or she will bite my head off)&lt;br /&gt;Kool Aid&lt;br /&gt;Toilet Paper  (she uses about 1 or 2 rolls everyday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that was the orignal list but in 5 minutes I get a call for 3 more items&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foil&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you might not know is Yo Yo is mad at me right now because earlier she called and was mad because I stunk up the House ( at least she claims because my clothes stink ed and she wants me to use Epsom salt when I take a bath. Also she wanted a number from her Medicare provider and I did not give it to her in seconds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6571219607539319813-8405343571126221144?l=bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/feeds/8405343571126221144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/04/food-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/8405343571126221144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/8405343571126221144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/04/food-list.html' title='Food list'/><author><name>Bi Polar Lov Log</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103031267644251245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2gP1_Vue8E/Sfy4eTopBvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m8pSyOydBuI/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6571219607539319813.post-2345914977985939724</id><published>2009-04-29T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:23:53.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bipolar lovedone nicknames'/><title type='text'>About Bipolar Loved One</title><content type='html'>I happen to be in love with a Woman that's Bipolar and has tons of other Issues, this Blog is a log of all the wonderful and not so wonderful things that happen to me everyday.  I am hoping it will help someone like myself deal with a Bi Polar Loved One.  I am not going to give any names but the person this blog is about is called Yo Yo (nickname) and I am Cat Man (my nick name). I am not the greatest person in the world nor the worst but I do have lots of adventures everyday. I am not sure if you can hand but keep up with my blog and my tweets and you will be entertained that's for sure.  I not the best at this and I not sure if you will really enjoy.  But this blog is written to help me get out in the open whats going on with me.  I hope it helps you or maybe you can help me. I do love my Yo Yo.    I promise to update daily with twitter and Blog post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6571219607539319813-2345914977985939724?l=bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/feeds/2345914977985939724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/04/about-bipolar-loved-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/2345914977985939724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6571219607539319813/posts/default/2345914977985939724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarlovedone.blogspot.com/2009/04/about-bipolar-loved-one.html' title='About Bipolar Loved One'/><author><name>Bi Polar Lov Log</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103031267644251245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2gP1_Vue8E/Sfy4eTopBvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m8pSyOydBuI/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
