the end is the beginning

I forgot today was election day. It is a surreal feeling to me to see some of my peers still believing this is real. I understand why the boomer generation might still be sucked into the propaganda, but to see people my age still drinking the political Kool-aid is a little weird (to me.) I am sure I am a little weird to most everyone.  Last week I was telling Lincoln that taking a nap in the car is like magic. One minute you're here, the next minute you're halfway to your destination. Yesterday we drove home from our Kings Island trip and the minute we hit the interstate I was out. I kind of feel bad for Peppy, because every single trip it is like, "Adios! See you when we get home."  I didn't take many pictures at Kings Island. It was a little more crowded than the crowd calendar had predicted- Sunday was definitely NOT only 10% full, more like 50%, but we never waited more than 45 minutes for anything, and most things were just around a 15-20 minute wait. We ende

We've been staying in an Airbnb in Ohio since Friday. It was built in the 1930s and still contains some of that charm, from the squeaks and creaks in the floor, to the super weird sounds coming from the pipes and heating systems. Personally, I love it. I think that if I lived here, the nonstop creaking stairs would eventually drive me crazy, but for a short stay, it is endearing.  I love those French doors. All of the doors are such thick, heavy wood that you just don't see in new builds anymore. Even more proof that nothing is as sturdy as it used to be. This house has super thick walls too. The first night at Kings Island Gage and I took an Uber home at 10:30 because Owsley wanted to get in line for his last ride at midnight, and well, we did not. Peppy was afraid we would wake up when they came back and showered, but neither of us heard anything. Old houses also come with that eerie charm of being potentially haunted. Now, I don't believe in BOO! type of ghosts where you

I recently saw a post on r/xennials that asked previously gifted students: What did you do when they pulled you out of class? A huge majority of the answers said what I remember most as well, we did puzzles and played Oregon Trail.  Years ago I decided that the 'gifted' program was a guise to search out particular types of children. Children that could potentially be molded and groomed to become certain types of citizens that were influential on humanity. I recognized a lot of patterns between me and my peers who were also in this program. I started thinking about the tiny few that had actually been "successful" in life, where as the rest of us were left somehow feeling we didn't measure up as adults.  As children we were separated and told we were  different.  All our classmates watched as we left once a week, so we were also a little alien to them as well. Now as adults we haven't accomplished anything extraordinary and it has left most of us scratching our

I woke up, WIDE AWAKE, at 2 am, but even that seemed too early for me. I'm wide awake. Mind so woke cause my brain never pushed the brakes. If you know this Parquet Court song, then you know this song and rhythm is probably not the best thing to lull you back to sleep. There are horns and whistles in this song. You know, for someone whose brain is pretty empty most of the time, the moment I wake up it sure is like "WHY WERE YOU SLEEPING SO LONG! (like four hours in a row is asking too much.)  I HAVE SO MUCH TO CATCH YOU UP ON." Anyway.... up at 2 am would make for a very, very long day. I flopped back and forth for at least thirty minutes, but I must have briefly gone back to sleep because I had a very vivid dream that Elon Musk died. I saw his dead, gigantic body in a humongous coffin (he was larger than normal in my dream) being hoisted up and literally crowd surfed through his funeral of his mourning and distraught fans. I was somewhere with lots of TVs, because everyo

Ugh. I believe I am probably in my beginning stages of perimenopause. You probably don't care to know that, but the last two months my mood swings associated with PMS have been absolutely brutal. Like....making me feel so crazy that it reminded me of when I tried to remove my IUD myself. Good times, good times.  Yesterday I was trying to explain it to Peppy in the calmest way possible. It feels as if absolute rage is boiling right beneath the surface of my skin. For no reason at all. I'm not mad at anything, I am furious at everything. It makes me feel like destroying something would be the only thing that would make me feel better. This kind of out-of-control PMS is what made me look into transcendental meditation years ago. It makes me want to destroy everything in my way. I become this natural disaster of a woman, hellbent on a warpath. And I hate it because this is a not a normal feeling for me.  I tried screaming at the top of my lungs on the way to the food bank, and that

*I know ya'll might be over all my early morning sky pictures. Sometimes I never know when something that is fascinating to me is too much for someone else. I happened to remember about the  blue kachina Hopi prophecy .  This morning after looking it up I discovered the blue star is to be followed up by a red star.  *Woman arrested for giving a child instructions on how to kill their newborn sibling over  Roblox  messaging. * Flesh eating bacteria  cases rise in Florida. *Archeologists uncover 2000 year old ancient  temple  buried at sea. *Mysterious cold-like  illness  has killed 17 children under five years old in India in under a month. *At least 24 are dead in the Philippines after a  tropical storm   caused flooding and landslides. *Ex CEO of Abercrombie and Fitch arrested for  sex trafficking .  *Woman trapped for hours upside down and in between rocks, after she tries to retrieve her fallen  phone , *Walmart  baker was killed when she was accidentally locked in a walk-in ov

I got the mysterious bluish orb thing on camera again. Actually this is the third day in row that I have seen it outside. I have an even better video to show you. Yesterday I tried to upload it to youtube and thought I must be even dumber than I realized because I couldn't figure out how to upload a video. That's when I figured out that I had such an old version of the app on my phone that I was only able to post shorts. I went to the play store and was reminded that I had been randomly kicked out of everything on my phone months ago and never logged back in.  Of course I don't remember my password.  I'll have to sit down with Peppy's phone later and try and reset my password so that I can log into the play store, get the most recent version of youtube, upload my video and then post it. It shouldn't be that hard to post a 20 second clip.  Maybe I can make an alternate account on Reddit and directly upload there. But in the meantime I have more pictures.  When yo

This morning while I was doing my early morning one-woman dance party on the deck, I noticed a mover in the sky so I tried to record it. I wasn't sure if it would show up because it was so dim, but it did. I will try and upload the video later because I really do need to get off the couch and get going. It is so very light on the video, but you can definitely see a ball of light dancing around. If this is a satellite I can almost promise you that they shouldn't be moving that way and someone needs to be alerted ASAP. One of these things is not like the others. One of these things doesn't belong. It is the greyish blue guy towards the bottom. He's not like the others. It jumps up, does a flip and then comes down, and then continues to bounce a couple times like a basketball. Kinda like I was about to be led in some karaoke in the sky. I can't wait to see what Peppy thinks when he wakes up.  Kinda coincidental, but the only part of last night's dream that I rememb

*Organ donations can only take place from a living donor. Who gets to decide if you are truly brain dead or not? According to NPR harvesting  organs  takes place among the not-so-willing pretty often. This article is about a man who was flailing around and even crying, and because the paperwork said he was brain dead, they sedated him and began to continue with the harvesting. This is legitimately worst-case situation material. *Does this mean Oreos are  demonic ?  *First  neuralink  implant patient reveals he is voting for Trump.  *The system that moves  water around the world is off balance for the first time in known history.  *Russian shadow fleet leaves an  oil spill  all over the world.  *Years ago  Usher said in an interview that he would never let his children stay with Diddy.  *One of the last people to talk to  Liam Payne  claims he said, "I used to be in a boy band, that's why I'm so f*cked up." *Woman tears down Greek  flag mistaking it for an Israeli o