Admittedly, I just like to use this as a title to blog entries, but it’s such a catchy tune.

And, if you’ve ever seen the movie Dumb and Dumber, you know this song. Maybe not by title, but if I said, “I love the flower girl, Oh I don’t know just why, She simply caught my eye”… Now it rings a bell, huh?

It’s not the only song like that… “The 59th Street Bridge Song”, which, when I call it that, people look at me like I have lobsters coming out of my ears. As soon as I say, “Feelin’ Groovy”, they instantly know. As a matter of fact, they had to put those two words in parentheses after the original title because no one seemed to know what the fuck song it was without it. Elton John did something similar with “Empty Garden (Hey Hey Johnny)”.

I’m just starting to feel gloomy… It’s been raining here entirely too much lately. If it’s not raining, it’s so overcast, it looks like it might pour at any moment. Not only is it raining a lot in reality, but it’s been raining or pouring a lot on mob island in Animal Crossing. I mean, what the fuck?! I play that game incessantly to escape the whole isolation from OCVID-19 shit, to be able to plant flowers and not sneeze and feel like using a backscratcher on my eyeballs because I was out in the pollen and to escape this shit weather… Then it fucking rains on my island almost every single fucking day! “Rainy Days And Mondays always get me down…” Even though it’s Tuesday…

Let’s have a break in the gloom… I finally got together an Indiana Jones type outfit!

And I must be friends with the most joyless people on Facebook… I know, not everyone is into video games, but I thought at least someone would find this picture amusing. Hence why I put the caption there… I hope some of you have seen Raiders of the Lost Ark… When the Nazis and their French comrade go to open the Ark, Indy tells Marion to keep her eyes closed and whatever she did, don’t look at it. Good thing he did or she’d have been killed by the angry spirits that came from the Ark just like all the others on the island. I just thought this was funny…

Quick, funny story about that movie…

I was 8 at the time. The movie had just come out and my sister wanted to go see it. So, one day our parents took us to see it. As was usual, I wanted candy. Usually I choose Snowcaps, but I chose M&Ms. I picked the worst time to start eating them… It was nearing the end of the movie, I tore the bag open and started eating… then this happened… So, as their faces were melting on screen, the chocolate was melting in my mouth (not in my hand). I almost puked. To this day, I can’t tolerate eating plain M&Ms because of that, hahahaa… True story!

Things have just been rough for me lately…

I’ve been on this restrictive diet for a month and haven’t lost shit. My exercise bike came Thursday (5 days ago) and it’s not helping except to hurt my thighs and raise my pulse. I’m doing what I’m supposed to and seeing nothing in return.

I called the family doctor the other day because, quite frankly, I’m worried about what she had said (I was asking for a heart attack). She seemed annoyed with me that day and she’s usually the one who really helps talk to me about my anxiety and concerns and makes me feel better. But she was a bit flippant when she told me that I should go see a cardiologist to have peace of mind. Gee, I’m so sorry I’m such a burden to you. That really helps my depression and feeling like I have no support, thanks…

For my fellow depression/anxiety sufferers, this is a quote we need to remember.

My mother came to visit Friday (as she does every Friday) and I was rather surprised at part of our conversation. It seems that, when I called her one night, crying because they put me on cholesterol meds and a special diet and how scared I was about what the doctor had said (the heart attack thing), asshole had told her that I always tend to make mountains out of molehills. Gee, thanks a lot, dickhead… As if I didn’t have enough reasons to hate him…

Anyway, she told him that was part of my bipolar disorder and anxiety. She’s been used to dealing with it. He should be, too, since he’s known me since I was 12… But, according to her, his response was that he never thought of it that way. Seriously, assclown?! In all these years, you never put 2 and 2 together and came up with 4?! Ugh… It’s enough to make you just was to rip your fucking hair out! And like he’s perfect… He’s always had massive anger problems. He used to beat up his young son (and I mean beat up) over stupid shit. He acts like a raving looney with my mom when he gets pissed, too. But she’s passive and ignores it. She shouldn’t… He’s already had one heart attack. Maybe his ill temper will cause another and do him in. I wouldn’t be surprised…

But onto a different type of monster…

Morticia had the day off yesterday. I thought she’d leave me be since it was a holiday (a lesser one, but a holiday). Nope… She called me at 11:30AM and apparently was already drinking! At 11:30AM! But you don’t have a drinking problem… Denial… It’s more than a river in Egypt. I’ve talked to her about it, but she sees no problem. Whatever… Your an alcoholic and a prescription drug abuser. I know because she tries to get Xanax off me even though I tell her I have no more (but I do). Of course, she was bitching about Gomez and her having low self esteem. I told her dump Gomez, he’s verbally, mentally and emotionally abusive and then she’d get some self esteem back. She wants him to dump her. As if that will help… I don’t think she liked what I was saying because we were only on for an hour and she had to go. She called an hour after that and another hour after that! I didn’t answer. I’m tired… I have enough of my own stresses and problems right now. I can’t help her if she’s not willing to listen and frankly, I don’t want to help her. I need to work on me now.

The other day, I had a long talk… Scratch that. I had a long cry to one of my support people. I feel like everything is so out of my control (which is no good when you’re a control freak). I wish they’d have warned me about all the issues I could or would have when they removed my last ovary. But they didn’t… All I was told was that menopause was going to be 100 times worse than if I went through it naturally. It was, but that’s not the point. The point is that I physically feel as if I’m 20 years older than I am and my health right now is certainly reflecting that. I need to figure out how to let go and realize that I can’t have everything under my control. I think I’ll be happier that way.

Last night, I was playing Animal Crossing and learned there was a meteor shower on their island and there were shooting stars like crazy!

I had only seen 3 on my own island (the one I should have named Seattle for how much it fucking rains), so I went to visit my friend. If you see one, you press and hold the “A” button until it gets bright like this. You’re wishing on a star! In 15 minutes, I went from the measly 3 I had prior to seeing 79! In the end, I finished that particular task and saw over 200, which took only another half hour.

There are other rewards… The following morning, there are star fragments on your beach that you can use to build cool things, provided the one character who shows up very seldom arrives and gives you DIY recipes. But I added this picture just because it’s so darn cute! I mean, seriously… How cute is this when 2 characters wish on a shooting star like this…? It’s very cute!

So today I’ll leave you, dear readers, with a more uplifting message…

I took this cute screenshot on my Switch and added the text to it. This is my outdoor concert area. I just like the way the sky made everything look, which is why I took the picture. Then I added the text.

Sometimes, maybe we should party like rock stars… I’m not saying shoot up heroine, snort some coke and get drunk so you pass out and piss yourself when you’re sleeping (read The Heroine Diaries, it’ll make sense and it’s a great read). But maybe, just maybe, we should step back sometimes from our stresses, our fears and anxieties, and party. Dance like no one is watching, act like a complete dork, be silly, sing at the top of your lungs (even if you’re tone deaf) the most annoying song you can think of (try “I’m Henry the VIII I Am”, that’s annoying as fuck). But do you for once. Life won’t come to an apocalyptic haunt if you take a little time to be a goof. Party like a rock star, people!