I’m Going To Disney-World… Sort Of…

Jackie Blue… Ruler of a Disney Valley…?!

You know, I’m 51 and I’ve never been to a Disney theme park… My parents’ idea of a “vacation” was to take my sister and I to local attractions, like caves (I saw a lot of those), coal mines, this place that had all these miniature trains… And while I thought they were cool, I thought I was missing out. I’d only gone to the shore once when I was about 10 and my mom was dating this really nice guy who took us there (it didn’t last). Other than that, I never had vacations until after I turned 18 and I don’t know that you’d really call them “vacations” in the traditional sense. And whereas the majority of people have been to Disney at least once in their life, I never have. Now I doubt I’ll ever go because it’s so stupid expensive, but I’d really like to… And I seriously need a vacation. So instead I found the next best thing. I found a new obsession… I found an escape…

I’m not a “gamer” by any means. The only types of games I’m skilled in are Atari 2600 games. I’m completely inept with these new games that require way too much hand/eye coordination. So I usually go for more slow paced games, if you can find them (good luck with that). And I just so happened to find a new one when I downloaded Disney’s Dreamlight Valley…

The valley residents love posing for selfies…

Warning, there will be spoilers… So stop reading if you don’t want to know how this turns out… Anyway, it starts out that you fall asleep and find yourself in a slummy looking Dreamlight Valley. Only a few villagers remain and they all seem to be suffering from something they call “the forgetting”. All they know is that something bad happened and everyone started to forget everything. This dark force started to flood over the land and these annoying things called night thorns started popping up all over the place. Merlin seems to be the one who remembers some shit, or at least enough to know to tell you that you have special powers and can rid the valley of these night thorns and hopefully help figure out how to restore the valley. So you g o around, fixing up buildings, getting rid of night thorns and doing tasks to help the villagers, plus you earn magic points called Dreamlight for doing certain things and with a certain amount, you can unlock doors to the realms the other villagers escaped to when the forgetting began and bring them back. You also need it to unlock all the areas of the valley as they’re not all open… So you kick ass to get these things accomplished, get some of the characters back to the valley (I’m disappointed, no Robin Hood)… I hadn’t even watched half these movies and Frozen was on my list of “must burn every single copy in existence” movies, so I wasn’t exactly thrilled that I was stuck with asshole characters I didn’t like and others I didn’t know. But they do love to photobomb selfies, hahahaa!

This is when you know you need to take a break…

At one point in the game, in order for me, the apparent ruler of the valley, to procure one of the items needed to save the valley, a deal must be struck with the sea witch, Ursula. One of the deals is that Kristoff must forget his love for Anna, which they both agree if it will save the valley and they figure his memories will return. But when they don’t, I have to jump through flaming hoops to help Kristoff get his memories back. Nothing works and I eventually have to gather a million things to enchant Anna’s engagement ring and poof, his memories come back. They’re grateful and I’m feeling bitter… That’s it?! Just, “Thanks, now we can go get it on”?! So many of these characters are paired off and I’m sitting over here doing all this work like I’m everyone’s lackey so they can stand around picking their nose, picking their ass, being all Lovey-dovey… And all I get is “thanks”?! Not even a cool piece of furniture?! Now… about a day before this, I’d listened to the song “Boom, I Fucked Your Boyfriend” by MC Lucious… I was really tired that night, pissed that I was doing all this work and getting nothing in return. And since you need to hang out with the characters to up your friendship levels, I chose Kristoff that night. Every time we passed her, I found myself talking to my Switch, “Hey Anna! ‘Boom! I fucked your boyfriend!”‘” Hahahaa… Which led to me taking these silly pictures… Semi-romantic in feeling, but yet there’s this distance on my part, like I’d just used him and threw him away like an old rag while he’s looking at me adoringly, hahahaa!

My Disney vacation

So aside from totally dating myself by giving you the link to that song… Good lord, I was listening to that song in, what, my early 20s maybe…? Oh my god… I’m so old *sigh*…

The game does, however, have its downsides… You literally spend the entire time running around like a chicken with your head cut off, doing these “quests” for the characters. things they say they’ll do part of the work (which they never do) and they expect you to do the rest. You don’t get rewarded for it, really, unless you level u your friendship with them, which takes forever! You start to feel frustrated and like the friendship is more than just a little one sided because all they do is take from you and never give… Or at least this is how I was feeling when I found out that the person responsible for all the mess in the valley is someone they call The Forgotten. The Forgotten is actually you, the player, or a part of you that you left behind when you left the valley, anyway… At one point you get to relive The Forgotten’s memories as if they’re your own (which they are, you’ve just forgotten them) and I have to tell you, I could totally relate to the first one… Everyone was asking her to do this for them, do that for them… “Hey, I wanted to make a nice bouquet for Minnie and you pick the best flowers!” Hint hint, make me a bouquet to give my girl… “Hey, I caught these beautiful shrimp and wanted to make us bouillabaisse! How about you get us the rest of the ingredients?” And you knew I was going to have to cook it, too…

Disney… Where you can hang with your dark side

I found this very relatable… I was experiencing the same issue in the game, all take and no give. All my money was spent having to build stuff because it was “good for the economy”, according to Scrooge, yet I never saw that mother fucker take a dime from his vault full of money he swims in… All the responsibility was falling on me alone and it was feeling too much like real life, to be honest. I suppose that’s why I could relate to my dark side, The Forgotten, so easily. She got so sick of that shit, had been betrayed by the villagers she thought were her friends growing up and decided to destroy it all. When she realized what she’d done, she left, never to return. That’s you, but the darkness within you that caused the destruction remained. And now that you’re back, she intends to destroy the entire world… You have to save her, change her mind, which you do eventually. It’s a pretty cool game, but the content is pretty fucking dark… I wouldn’t let children play it. Those aren’t the kinds of things I would want them to learn at such an early age. It’s bad enough I had to go through it in real life. I certainly wouldn’t want any children I knew to play this and learn the hard way what life is about….

We all need one of these…

I’ve had this game about two weeks and already I’ve beaten the main part of the story. Am I bored or just plain insane…? The world may never know…

I do know one thing… Because of this game, I started watching some of their newer movies and so far have watched a few I had yet to see. They’ve all been pretty god so far, but I still have a feeling they’ll all be just as good as the ones I’e watched so far.

Well, dear readers, it’s time for a nap… Aside from the fact that I’ve been staying up way too late playing this game, I’m still not on the right amount of thyroid medication yet. I still get sleepy and take marathon naps. Not a good thing, I assure you, hence the reason I need this little escape to a rather nice place, even if I have to work my ass off in it… Until next time!

Jackie’s Magical Mystery Tour

Get ready to boogie…

It was one helluva weekend…

My new favorite hippie dippy store was celebrating its first anniversary and was planning quite the celebration! I’d been looking forward to it for at least a month and Saturday was the day! I got a haircut for the occasion (there’s a reason, but I’ll get to that later) which she cut way too much off and my hair has been a curly ass mess, so I need to straighten it. And you know it was rather humid that day to make my efforts of straightening moot, right? This is why I hate summer… Anyway, I got all dolled up and met my friend over at the store as we’d been planning since I’d first heard about all this. Honestly, I wasn’t sure the owner was going to have as big a turn out as she did, but holy shit! There were so many people there! Some were regular customers I’m sure (like myself) and others were the curious who I think dribbled down from the farmer’s market about a half a block up and were drawn by the crowds and the balloons out front. Balloons work wonders!

I couldn’t resist this tank top…

So to tell you how often I frequent this place…

The owner had some extra hands working with her that day (aside for the other girl who works for her). When I was going through all the clothing out in front of the store, one of them had come out to ask if I’d like her to put it aside for me at the register (I was clearly not done shopping yet). I said yes and gave her my name as she didn’t know me. As I added items, I only had to tell the girl that is a regular employee that I had a tank top setting behind the register and she could put my stuff with that one time. When I was finally ready to check out, the owner saw me coming and had all my stuff ready on the counter for me, hahahaa! She somehow just knew I was ready! She was telling the other helpers what kind of stuff I usually go for when I come in there and she’s exactly right, that is the stuff I usually go for and that was pretty much what I’d bought that day as well! This is how amazing a little shop it is; the owner remembers regulars and knows what they like.

This deck was calling to me…

It’s going to sound crazy, considering how much I love all this hippie dippy, new age shit, but I never had a Tarot reading… until that day. I know, a lot of people think it’s bunk. Even I thought it was. But they had someone giving readings that day, so what the hell, I figured I’d get one. Instead of a general reading, I asked a specific question I wanted an answer to. But it wasn’t as simple as just getting an answer. It involved getting a background on the other party, what they were like, what my relationship with them had been like, the kind of person I am, another person involved in the situation that I was told was lying to me about it and this person was female (which I suspected). The weird thing is that I gave her nothing… I kept a stone ass poker face the entire time so she couldn’t judge my reactions to anything and use that to her advantage, but she literally hit the nail on the head to the point that it was scary accurate! She even pegged me exactly, which was uncomfortable but cool as shit! I decided to buy a deck for myself (I also bought my friend one) and this one jumped out at me. Considering I’m an artist, I felt the Muse deck was perfect for me. Muses are said to inspire creativity…

Why do I decimate my bank account so…?!

I was so bad that day…

Let me tell you something, these kind of stores aren’t cheap… My deck of Tarot cards? The US price is $27, which I think was the same price for the deck I bought for my friend. I’m not sure why I let her talk me into buying her stuff like that… I just do it to be nice. She doesn’t ask me all the time, so don’t get the impression that she does. But I know she doesn’t have money to spare for things and I’d like her to have some nice things sometimes. Stupid thing is, my tank top was about as expensive as a pack of those cards! I know, you’re thinking I need my head examined at this point, right? You’re probably right that I do…

But the absolute worst part was that they had gotten in new jewelry… and I’m a sucker for jewelry, especially if it’s real precious metals. And it just so happened that they had these gorgeous rings sitting at the register when I went to drop off some things I wanted them to hold for me that were real silver… There was one I really liked, but I already had enough on the only fingers it fit on and I couldn’t shuffle things around. I needed a middle finger ring, so I got this gorgeous one. The ring is silver and the stone is seraphinite, known for utilizing wood energy, the energy of growth, expansion, new beginnings, nourishment and health. It’s connected to the heart chakra, but it’s said that it can work to open all the chakras and even enhance one’s own clairvoyant capabilities. The reason it got its name is due to the feathery look of the markings in the stone (after seraphim) and it’s only found in a small area of Siberia. That explains why it was $65… I just bought it because it fit this finger and I loved the look of it…

Sparkly bitch!

So other than me being drawn to things for who knows what reason and spending way more money than anyone should spend on just a few items… I promised I would explain why I got. a haircut for the festivities. It’s a bit difficult to see, but I got fairy hair! Yes, my ancient 51 year old ass got fairy hair because, damn it, that just sounded awesome! I’ve seen other people with it and never knew where they got it done at, so when I saw they had someone doing fairy hair at this event, I decided I was getting that much needed haircut (my hair was a long, disastrous mess) so that I could have fairy hair that met the length of whatever haircut I got. I was so excited, I literally couldn’t wait until it was my turn to get it done! My friend and I got ours done at the same time, but she got different colors than I did. I saw rainbow colors and my eyes just lit up! The more colorful I can be, the better! It’s an artist thing, I guess…

So sparkly…!

And while we were at it, we also decided to get fairy freckles! It was actually kind of funny… My friend has real freckles whereas I have none and never have. So she had sparkly gold freckles over her real freckles and I just had freckles for the first time in my life, hahahaa! Granted, they were just made out of gold glitter, but it was so much fun! We both looked like sparkly bitches and I said we should go out clubbing! That was the really funny part… I’m too damned old to party like a rock star anymore. I tried that last year on my birthday and it took me a week to recover. My ass is too old for that type of shit, I hate the music they play at those places anymore and the way people dance today… I don’t know how they can call it that. I call it fucking while standing up on a dance floor. Hence the reason why I often say, if I had money, I would open up my own club so older people like myself could have a place to go and party.

Guess the bartender thought I looked nice…

Instead I settled for dinner at a bar… It was a little, out of the way place that served the best food in huge portions! The bartender/waitress was absolutely the sweetest. And I got the biggest kick out of the glass she brought my chardonnay in… Was this just one of their normal wineglasses or was she trying to tell me that she thought my sparkly ass looked good that night? Who knows… I just thought it was rather comical and nice that I was getting a compliment in some way, shape or form, even if it was just from my glass…

In the end, I wound up over-eating and still had enough for an entire meal leftover to bring home. The amount of food was totally ridiculous! But it was really delicious and the prices were so cheap it wasn’t even funny! Yeah, it was a half hour drive for me to get there, so I had to watch how much I was drinking, but it was definitely worth it for how awesome everything was!

It’s wine o’ clock…

All in all, it was an amazing day!

After everything I’ve been going through lately, I seriously needed that hippie dippy day, that day to be me, spend time with a good friend, to spend way more money than I should have spent in one day. I needed that day to be a free spirit, to feel young and be young… I think it did wonders for my outlook on things.

Then the following day, I was so god damned exhausted that I ended up sleeping pretty much the entire day away. Again… I’m not surprised, really. The day before, I didn’t get to take a nap at all; I was on the go all day long. That usually kicks my ass something fierce, but it’s been a lot worse as of late with all the shit I have going on. So the following day was just a lazy day of recuperating from all the running around and crazy shit I’d done the day before.

Words I live by at the moment…

Speaking of… I have a bit of an update…

I finally got ahold of my GP and spoke to him about the symptoms I’ve been experiencing and the first thing he asked after I told him I was tired all the time and the cold from the AC was bothering me was, “Do you think it’s your thyroid?” So he looked up my bloodwork results and, though my levels weren’t terribly low (by the standards of the lab I went to), I pointe out that, if he looked at past results, it was pretty level and suddenly took a nosedive. I also pointed out my other level, though not low, was up and down like a roller coaster for years. I told him more of my symptoms and asked if it could be secondary hypothyroidism, which he said it was possible. He decided to start me on a low dose thyroid med because it won’t hurt anything and retest me in a month and see what happens. Fair enough… Today it’s been a week since I started taking it and, though I won’t see any major differences for a month at least, there have been a few days that I didn’t have to run (if you catch my drift) at all! You can’t imagine my relief!

I’ve had days where my fatigue is slightly better, but then I still have days where I could sleep all day long. But so far it seems this stuff might actually be helping somewhat. All I can do is cross my fingers and hope, then hope they can find the right amount that works. Keep sending good vibes!