SEEK GOD TRUTH & KNOWLEDGE

Good morning. 

*Please forgive the grammatical errors. I'm a terrible editor. 

If you followed my old blog, then you know I don't like sharing anything that's going into my body especially with strangers. Exterior sharing like the metro, fine, I know how to wash my hands, but if it's going into my body, or out of my body, hard nope, particularly in close quarters. I always flush the toilet in shared housing bathrooms with a bleach wipe. That's just me. Don't touch me. Cooties. Gross. You only know this because I blog about it. Otherwise, you wouldn't know. I'm not some horrible person who rants and raves on a public sidewalk about how unhygienic I think most people are, and you would completely understand how/why I became this way if you ever worked anywhere where you were forced to use the same bathroom as the general public. Women are just as nasty as men if not more. 

SO

I'm currently renting an Airbnb room where someone is constantly messing with my stuff when I'm gone. Ugh. Not the first time it's happened, not the last I'm sure, but it occurs more often when homeowners live on the property. The only time when it wasn't a homeowner, it was a cleaning lady. I understand homeowners check the room to make sure you're not dealing crack or whatever in your rooms, but they're not allowed to go through your things. They're not allowed to rummage through your bags or suitcases, or your food, but they still do. Not cool. 

When I first got to my Airbnb the bed reeked of urine. I washed the bedding and my teddy bear (yes, my teddy bear, it's my travel bear deal with it) and just shrugged it off to someone having a pet in the room before me and the room was not properly cleaned afterwards - because there was also a massive wad of long black hair in the shower and on the side of the sink. Ew. Nasty. I scrubbed all that too before using. That said, the stale stench of urine is constantly in the room now. I Fabreez the room like three times a day, keep the wondows open during the days I'm there, but the stale urine stench constantly comes back. Then, I started noticing after a day spent out of the room, I would come back to my bags thoroughly rifled through, to the point I started taking pictures of my stuff before I leave the house and 7 times out of 10 nothing is the same when I return. My food has been messed with only when I'm gone. I first noticed it with a container of sugar free cookies. After being out all day, I wanted to relax with some tea, and cookies I had bought the day before. After biting into one cookie my lips and mouth went numb almost immediately. Gross. I spat it out and tossed the rest of the cookies. Then I tossed out anything that was open mostly condiments. Another time I came back to the room and had a small bit of food poisoning after eating some pasta. I tossed out the pasta sauce I had opened only two days earlier. Coincidentally, if you believe in coincidences, after tossing out the pasta sauce the homeowners of the room insisted I take a plate of Asian pasta. I politely declined but he brought it to my room anyway. I was polite and said "thank you, delicious, yum" then tossed that out too. When things seem sus best to side on the err of caution. Yesterday, after my walk and errands, a bag of unopened bagels in my fridge was opened with the twisty tie left intentionally off the bag just to let me know it had been handled while I was gone. The bagels were stale anyway just because I didn't have time to eat them but that's not the point. Another time as I was walking back to my room some crazy looking woman pulled her hat down and dodged into a room off the side of the driveway when she saw me coming. Weird. Here's the thing about Airbnb room rentals, most of the time locks don't get changed, door codes don't get changed, unvetted cleaning ladies have become more and more shifty over the years, so anyone who stayed previously in your room has access to your house, your room, and your stuff. Look, almost everything in life can be replaced. It's just stuff. Things. Nothing important. Plus, I'm a protestant minister who took a vow of (among other things) poverty. The few things that are important to me I take with me when I leave the house, when I leave any house including my own. If you're familiar with my old blog, as a result of one stroke in 2021, and a second stroke seven days later the doctors were able to stop from completely happening, my legs lost 30% of their function and that seems to make a woman in the front house laugh every time she sees me walking up the driveway - and I have to wonder, what's up? I have a theory, because I'm a HUGE critic of the Trump administration, I think some people who are possibly MAGA Trumpers react vengefully. Also, I'm against anyone being Pope other than a European national with lengthy European lineage. I believe the Pope should always be a European Pope, always, not African, not Filipino, because historically Catholicism, Christianity's origin story, happened in Rome. The moment you take the historic bloodshed of war - after war - after war that occurred all over Europe and put that in the hands of a non-European, you're dismissing all those who died for the Christian cause, and that's unacceptable to me and dare I say all Christians. Politics, it ruins what could have been potentially good relationships every time unnecessarily. I'm a big supporter of "Don't ask. Don't tell." In these types of circumstances or nothing would be accomplished.

AND

You know if I grudge it up on Airbnb the homeowner will just say, "I carried your luggage up the stairs (even though I never asked him to, he just grabbed my stuff which made me a little uncomfortable) and he'll also say "I gave you plate of food" (even though I had politely declined it initially and then he just showed up at my door anyway). Ah gaslighting. You know on Dateline how everyone on that show always says, "She was the nicest person ever! She didn't deserve what happened to her!" Huh. Are you sure?  

AND

I'm a Gen X'er who grew up with a strong faith in Christ/God. I leave all forms of justice regarding trespasses against God, myself, and others up to God. When I hear/read in the news about a car that ran over a group of people in some cafe somewhere, as horrible as that sounds, a very strong part of me cannot ignore that maybe, maybe, maybe, they were rounded up and made accountable for past trespasses they made against God, and/or others. When people ask me why God would let 9/11 happen my response to that is, people are accountable for their actions and poor choices in life, and sometimes, unfortunately, it takes thousands of martyrs to see justice done. Friends and family have died from illnesses similar to my stroke and I have to ask why not me too, God? Why am I still alive? And the answer has always been, "Write my story." The story I'm currently writing, perhaps? Maybe after this book is finished, I can finally rest.    

Look, I'm old and have been willingly on my own for most of my life. I've been around the block many, many times. I constructed and renovated part of this here block. Single women will always be victimized. People, men and women both, get off on victimizing single women. I will never understand it; the couple somehow thinks it bonds them, but I know God settles every sore and every score. Count on it. If you have committed wrongs, it's never too late to repent and beg forgiveness. God blesses the faithful. I am blessed every day. Blessed! Every day. Work smarter not harder. So easy. 

Coming to this blog is your choice. Reading this blog is your choice. You don't have to be a Christian. Be a Christian. Don't be a Christian. I couldn't care less. Personally, I don't believe everyone is worthy of God's gifts and favor, but he does, lucky you. Gotta earn it though. One of my gothic soliloquies in my book is a church scene where the preacher "From the dark side!" is practicing her sermon on earning love. God's love is no different. If you want continued love, you have to earn it, honey. No one is entitled to ongoing gifts, favor, and love without reciprocation.

AND ANOTHER THING

Actions speak louder than words. God is ever watchful. Keep your faith and you'll be fine. Better than fine. You'll be gifted.

I want to talk a little about young women.

Yesterday, around 1pm, waiting for the DASH, a young woman maybe in her very early 20's pulled her Mercedes to the side of the road right in front of me with her emergency flashers on. She got out of her car, popped open the trunk and pulled out some clothes - a blouse, tennis shoes, and jeans. She was currently dressed like she had just had a hot date. The hottest date of her young life. She was wearing thigh high black high heeled boots and not much else. She then got back in her car and changed clothes. She then got out of her car again, back to the trunk, wearing the jeans and blouse, and stuffed what she was wearing previously in a bag in the trunk of her car. Before she got back in her car again, she felt around the pockets of her jeans, not finding what she was hoping to find, she went back to the trunk of car, searched around, then shut the trunk and came to the driver's side of the car once more while putting on some rings that had fallen out of her pants pocket, or so it looked. Once upon a time, I might have thought, well, there could be a good explanation for her cheating on her husband. Maybe her husband abuses her. Money can't buy love, etc., but now I find it all completely inexcusable. I don't give young women the benefit of the doubt anymore. If you're unhappy with your relationship, leave. California is a no-fault state anyway. Cheating is never grounds for divorce. Meaning you won't be legally punished for it. Just go, then. Leave! Take the Mercedes with you! Why stay and cheat - because you absolutely will answer for it. Trust me. There will be consequences for your actions. Maybe not legal ones but there will be consequences. 

AND THEN

As this little scene with the young woman changing her clothes was happening, another young woman, quite possibly a teenage even, was walking down the street on her cell phone arguing with someone. "You don't have to call me names! I don't call you names! Why do you have to disrespect me like that! You don't have to call me names!" I wanted to grab the phone out of her hands and hang up on the person she was fighting with. Fighting is such a waste of time. Pick your battles. If someone loves you and respects you, they will do everything in their power to build a healthy communication with you. Now, if the person she was fighting with was a parent and you're a minor, then tell everyone. Tell everyone! Record that parent even! Parents who think their kids owe them for giving birth to them are delusional. Your kid owes you nothing. You choose to have that kid. It's your 100% responsibility to ensure that kid has everything (and I do mean everything!) they need to succeed in this ever-declining world. Your job. Your job as a parent. 

AND THEN THIS GAL     

I live in a world where restaurants serve fish n chips but never stock malt vinegar or tartar sauce. Madness! Who the heck eats fish n chips without malt vinegar or tartar sauce? Are you people new here? "Would you like a side of ranch dressing?" the girl asks me, and I think I zoned out and just blinked at her for thirty seconds before coming to terms with the fact she had indeed just asked me if I wanted ranch dressing with my fish. "No, thank you" I robotically replied. Then I tipped her (because it's not her fault the restaurant doesn't stock malt vinegar or tartar sauce) and left. Which brings me to this...

What do young people eat? I see y'all on the patios at cafes with coffee and cigarettes which I can relate to. We were doing that also in the 80's and 90's but do you guys also eat, like, ever, or is food just considered props for your social media? What do the kids eat today? And look, in my late teens and 20's I did not live what you would call a healthy lifestyle. I was grossly underweight, constantly dehydrated, and never slept more than 2 hours a night if at all. But at least once or twice a week I would eat like a decent sized meal so's not to die. That said, condiments were kind of a big deal. The standard stuff you know mustard, relish, salt, pepper, garlic powder, mayo, hot sauce, and malt vinegar. Not ketchup. Ketchup is disgusting. Ketchup is the blood of Satan, everyone knows it. 

It seems, from just random observations over the years, kids don't eat for enjoyment anymore. As in they don't eat food that tastes good to them, they eat what looks good for social media content. A nice piece of fried cod is ah-mazing with malt vinegar, or tartar sauce. Try it some time. Not ranch dressing. Never ranch dressing. Malt vinegar or tartar sauce. 

And look... 

I'm an old gal. I know. I'm 56 years old. I know I'm old because (in 2025) every time I see wedding dress reels, I'm like, "That's not a wedding dress, dear. That's lingerie. That's not a prom dress. That's a direct line to the nunnery!

ANYWAY

During the tartar sauce/malt vinegar debacle, the young gal waiting on me asks what my plans for the rest of the day are. Just making waitress chit chat. I get it. I've been there. So, I tell her I'm just going to walk the food back to my room across the street and eat, maybe watch a movie and then take a nap afterwards, relax the rest of the day. And this girl immediately zoomed into the part where I said "back to my room across the street" because she then eagerly asked where I was staying. "The house with the red gate" I tell her, "It's directly across the street" I say gesturing across the street, and she just about loses her mind and tells me her boyfriend lives across the street too. Okay. Cool. Then she tells me his address. Um. Okay. Then she begins to describe him. Oh. Awkward. Then she asks for my address. I tell her it's literally the house across the street. The one with the big red gate. And she gets all super anxious again. And I was thinking to myself; I'm sorry but I have no idea what's happening right now. Luckily my food came out and I was able to go. 

I MEAN, LOOK

It's not that I don't understand men. I long ago understood men. Y'all ain't hard to figure out other than why so many men think their crazy behavior might get them a girl someday. A lot of men are dumb. The female race has known men are socially dumb since boys pulled our hair and ran, back in kindergarten. What I don't understand is why so many women stress over them. What's up. What's going on. Pick your battles, ladies. So many men out there. Don't need to linger on the men who stress you out. Lots of nice normal men out there who are capable and happy to take care of you. Just gotta speed through the ones who make you mad. If a man irritates you by date three, let him go and keep going. Don't look back. As my childhood friend's wife said last year during this exact same conversation regarding younger gals, "Gotta kiss a lot of toads first, girls." Amen sister. Being a 56-year-old woman is the hardest thing I've ever done. There is no way I can let a man make it harder. Nope. Hard pass. 

Some women laugh while other women mourn.

For in much wisdom is much grief; and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.

--Ecclesiastes 1:18 

WHAT'S GOOD FOR OZZY!

Good evening.

*Please forgive the grammatical errors. My stroked-out brain sometimes glitches like a 1998 Apple Imac.

Not gonna lie, since the death of Pope Francis my shoulders have been hunched up to my ears with stress. 

Once upon a time this was not the case but in 2025 I now own only two pieces of jewelry and that's it. I don't wear both silver pieces, but I pray over them regularly. One silver piece is my cross. The other silver piece is a necklace pendant of my dad's fingerprint taken after he died of throat cancer ten years ago. God rest him. 

Since the death of Pope Francis, I've been seeing oh-so-many religious debates on several social media platforms. I'm going to address three of those debates here. I wish content creators would stop stirring this pot but here we are. If you're an atheist and you don't believe in God, then absolutely nothing I say at this point should matter to you. I know some of you will continue to read simply to get angry which makes zero sense to me, but you do you. 

Catholics and Christians,

He that believeth in me and is baptized shall be saved; but he that believeth not shall be damned. 

Right? 

Here we go.

Firstly,

Heaven or Hell, boys and girls. Heaven or Hell. Purgatory is not a thing is a Catholic thing protestants like me don't believe in. Conveniently they say it's explained in added books in the Catholic Bible protestants don't have (or need). If you want to scare your kids into being good threaten them with hellfire and brimstone. Works every time if you do it right, trust me. Look, you had a lifetime to achieve the Lord's blessing into Heaven, and honey it don't take much... unless you're Catholic, that is. 

My dad converted to Catholicism (from Morman) when he was 50-something years old and it, as we say in Minnesota, was a deal. He had to study the catechism, RCIA and the sacrament, first Holy communion, confirmation, which is all kind of odd watching a grown man go through as Catholics generally like confirming you by the time you're twelve. It was winter in Minnesota when my dad was baptized. It was done in a kiddie pool. I was baptized into the Catholic church against my will when I was an older baby. There's a photo of me grabbing (I'm assuming) rosary beads and strangling the Priest with them, or so it looks like in the photo. Yeah, that's what you get Priest, for baptizing a protestant against her will she says jokingly. And people have asked me why I don't get re-baptized into the Lutheran church and my answer to that is, why should I. I'm already confirmed. Same God. It would just be virtue signaling if I did that. Bu-u-u-t if I ever want to be a Reverand I guess I would have to. Wait, would I? Need to look into that. *Post it.

I'm not a preachy preacher; I just like reminding people who act horrible yet claim they are Catholic or Christian what the Bible says. Catholic Bible is longer than protestant Bible but it's still the same God, therefor I'm guessing the same or nearly the same catechism, we say the same prayers, same ten commandments, and we all arrive at Heaven by following the teachings of Christ.  

Sigh.

Secondly,

I miss Pope Francis already. I knew he was cool when he basically said in his Pope-y way, "Look, I don't agree with your lifestyle (be them tattoos and piercings for example) but you're a human being who deserves to be treated as a human being. You're a child of God and deserve prayer, blessings, favor, and you already have the love of God." He did that right out the gate as Pope, hello, like Christ teaches in the Bible. That's how I knew he was an ok guy. When people asked him, "Can gay people be Christians" he was like, "Yes. Of course." It would have been epic had he said "DUH!" afterwards but that was probably asking for too much from the new guy. *Oh! And he was a Jesuit priest. I forgot about that. I like the Jesuits from what I've read about them. 

Thirdly, and this irritates me more than anything...

It's not that people like Trump-o don't deserve forgiveness, we all deserve forgiveness, it's that people like him don't think they're doing anything wrong ever no matter how loony toons he gets like his buddy RFK Jr attacking M&M's and Skittles for whatever cuckoo reason. Oh no, not the green M&M! Even the younger priests on TikTok will tell you every person needs to ask God for forgiveness at some point in their lives, in their daily lives. At some point in the years you have already lived you have committed a trespass against God that requires forgiveness regardless how small you might think it is. Repent. Ask forgiveness. Easy. But oh no, that orange inflatable tube donkey thinks he's perfect, infallible, superior to God, and that in Biblical definition is a sin against God. He literally sins against God every day. That said, people who say they want a "more conservative Pope" need to first address the hypocrisy of having a president who sins against God every single day. 

Literally,

Commandment #1: Thou shalt have no other gods before me.

To call any president of the United States a "Messiah" is a sin of Biblical proportion. 

AND ANOTHER THING

Martin Luther's reformation calls out the hypocrisy of the Catholic church. If you serve the church in any priestly way, you sirs took an oath of poverty, fidelity to the ten commandments, chastity, and obedience to God and only God. 

You pray for a "more conservative Pope", fine, but I pray a "more conservative Pope" will address his wayward disciples first like his cardinals, priests, archbishops, and even deacons, with wealthy possessions, and police records. Um. Excuse me (poke-poke) how are cardinals still allowed to be cardinals when they have a police record? I don't have a police record, okay no wait, I had a jaywalking ticket in 1991 but I paid the fine and that's it and I'm from the 80's! Depending on the offense, if you had a police record before you became a cardinal that's open for discussion, but if you got a police record after you became a cardinal and I don't care for what, you sir should not be a cardinal anymore, and don't even get me started on certain priests and their atrocious sins who were allowed to keep their collars. You repented and went into confession, fantastic, but you still should not be a cardinal or priest (or whatever clergy) anymore. Ozzy Osbourne urinated on a national treasure in Texas and was banned from San Antonio for like ten years, but a cardinal breaking one of the ten commandments he swore fidelity to resulting in a police record and not get booted out of the college of cardinals seems pretty, you know, WRONG.

AND I KNOW what the excuse for cardinals not getting booted out of the college of cardinals after being found guilty breaking the law and one or more of the ten commandments is, but he is just a man. Cardinals and priests are just men. THEY didn't die on a cross and resurrect. They are just men, so that whole mediation of holy authority business... NO.

Remember folks this quote from (film) Walk the Line:

Sam Phillips: You know exactly what I'm telling you. We've already heard that song a hundred times. Just like that. Just... like... how... you... sing it.

Johnny Cash: Well you didn't let us bring it home.

Sam Phillips: Bring... bring it home? All right, let's bring it home. If you was hit by a truck and you was lying out there in that gutter dying, and you had time to sing *one* song. Huh? One song that people would remember before you're dirt. One song that would let God know how you felt about your time here on Earth. One song that would sum you up. You tellin' me that's the song you'd sing? That same Jimmy Davis tune we hear on the radio all day, about your peace within, and how it's real, and how you're gonna shout it? Or... would you sing somethin' different. Somethin' real. Somethin' *you* felt. Cause I'm telling you right now, that's the kind of song people want to hear. That's the kind of song that truly saves people. It ain't got nothin to do with believin' in God, Mr. Cash. It has to do with believin' in yourself.

Amen. 

Okay, I'm going to go and try to unclench my shoulders from stress.

A small evening prayer:

I thank you, my Heavenly Father, through Jesus Christ, your dear son, that you have graciously kept me this day, and I pray that you would forgive me all my sins where I have done wrong, and graciously keep me this night. For into your hands I commend myself, my body and soul, and all things. Let your Holy angel be with me, that the evil foe may have no power over me.  Amen.

Goodnight, all. God bless.

WAIT FOR SOMETHING MORE

Good morning.

*Please forgive the grammatical errors.

I will begin this blog in honor of Pope Francis with the daily prayer. It is uncommon of me to do this, and though I am a protestant, Pope Francis seemed good and decent keeping true with both his faith and humanity unlike Popes before him. 

Our Father who art in Heaven

Hallowed be Thy name

Thy Kingdom come

Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven

Give us this day our daily bread 

And forgive our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us

And lead us not into temptation

But deliver us from evil

For Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory, forever and ever

--Amen

People are already surmising the short list of replacements before the current Pope is even buried which is kind of disrespectful in my opinion.

For centuries Catholics and protestants have spilled blood over each other's faiths and Pope Francis was the first Pope of my recollection who had a 'live and let live' tolerance unlike many if not all Popes before him.    

Another cafeteria Catholic in the White House, Trump-o's little pigeon claiming to suddenly now be Catholic is ridiculous. You don't just say "I'm Catholic now" and like magic - abracadabra - you are. Add to that this administration is the last administration to date to follow the teachings of Christ. So no, pigeon, you are not Catholic. You might say, "I'm studying the catechism to become a catholic" which is also most likely not true I'm rather certain. My only fear for Catholics who actually do follow the teachings of Christ, and the Ten Commandments is that the next Pope is just as corrupt as this administration. Pope Francis was the best of all the Popes. He seemed kind, and humble, tolerant, and wise. That's what Christ teaches. Not whatever bedazzle barbie's chubby little friend Karoline Leavitt virtue signals for the press corp. 

God rest, Pope Francis. You will be missed.

Moving on.

This blog originally started with:      

China. Tariff. China. Tariff. Karoline Leavitt wearing Chinese made dresses and getting meme'd on social media is the - China, Tariff. Cha cha chaaa! - we all needed. You would think that some anti-China White House press secretary would be a wee-bit more careful where she shops, but no, hypocrisy is one of the rules for this administration God bless China's sense of humor.

Is anyone crying over Pete Hegseth potentially losing his job? No, I didn't think so. That dingbat. In my old blog I always posed the question, "How can I work with my friends and still get paid a decent wage?" President of the United States is never an option for anyone. You don't hire your pals and people who aren't mean to you when you are president. Might we please, please bring back education as being a priority for this country. 

AND ANOTHER THING

Dear young people, I cannot stress enough, if you want to know what a book said, read the book. I beg you. Read the book. All these online rewrites of books to make them more "understandable" to young people is nuts and kind of insulting. For example, the King James version of the Bible does not need to be modernized in modern used language. That's the whole point of reading, is feeling what was written at the time it was written.  

And look, I understand it, I do, before computers we read books. Who reads books anymore? We also learned hands on skills like typing, economics, wood shop, etc. Electronics is moving us into the future and so forth, I get it, but until robots do everything for us, we humans still need to do things for ourselves like have our own feelings towards (let's say) history.

Sigh.  

Someone reportedly ID purse snatched the dog killer Noem. As if anyone is surprised. As if! These are people who virtue signal on social media with posts like "Christ said (this)" and "Martin Luther King Jr said (that)" on Christ's and King's respected days of acknowledgement meanwhile blatantly doing the complete opposite of both teachings. Like I said, hypocrisy is one of the rules for this administration. Things could get very bad for this dog killer Noem methinks. If I got my ID stolen good luck buddy! I got nothing to steal. I do however have some large medical bills if you feel so compelled to have that responsibility paying those bills. Dog killer Noem on the other hand, might want to reconsider her future political career. Forget about it. Her ID info is on the dark web by now if such a theft even occurred you know like Trump-o's "assassination attempt". It's also a possibility she's claiming her purse was stolen because she thinks something even more horrible than her shooting a dog in the face could be revealed. Nothing would surprise me about her to be honest.  

Happy Earth Day all.

Aprill 22 is earth day. In honor of earth day, the one metro, the only existing metro in my neighborhood is not running for two days. Huh. Interesting choice for public transport on earth day. I mean, if you really want to encourage people to take public transport and not drive most metro agencies offer free transport for earth day, but okay. Whatevs. You do you. Pick your battles know what I'm sayin'. 

Still waiting for my first cancer screening test results going on 4 weeks later. I called the facility yesterday and they said they didn't know why the results were taking so long. The lady I spoke to said she would put a rush on it to get the results by the end of the day. I'll call them back today and see if that rush-order did anything. 

Since being back in the city, every day I wake up and think how lucky I am. It's a wonderful feeling I haven't had in a long time. I wonder what it means.

However you spend earth day, I hope it's a peaceful one. Maybe today is the day that will change your life with blessings beyond anything you ever imagined. The power of faith, my friends. God bless.

To the young social media priests calling that fat orange inflatable tube donkey a "Messiah" I remind you:

Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves.

--Mathew 7:15

Destruction of the constitution

Good morning.

*Please forgive the grammatical errors.

Back in Los Angeles.

Erg. I failed no pork. Regret. I had breakfast with a friend and was so comfortable I forgot I wasn't eating pork. I suck. I had a bacon/spinach eggs Benedict that was so good, and the bacon pieces were the best cooked bacon, I'm weak. Okay, back to day 1 no pork. I'm fine everywhere else. Bacon is my weak spot.

More importantly 

Bring back male White House press secretaries! These female press secretaries aren't making it. Not a one of them. They can't even fake common sense. This Karoline Leavitt is so hard on the eyes and ears. Bimbo. Just get on the casting couch already like a real bimbo, you harlot, instead of badly faking whatever you're trying to do in front of the press corp. Any man who follows that lard orange oompa buffoon is a cuckold. Any woman who follows him is no better than a proud orange-junkie prostitute. (My 1950's grandma vibes took off the kid gloves!) I didn't think it was possible, but Ho piece Karoline actually makes Trump-o look even more stupid. Never in my life did I think America would be the bad guys. The moronic bad guys. Villains in an Austin Powers movie. If this country got invaded tomorrow, we would lose. Lose! I would LOVE the Pope to call out this White House administration as fake Catholics because they are. Cafeteria Catholics. Not one real Catholic or real Republican in this White House administration follows the teachings of Christ. NOT ONE. Can any person in this administration follow the ten commandments for even one full day.  I want to see this entire White House administration, live on TV, receive the Eucharist and sit through Holy Mass. I want to see Trump-o receive the body and blood of Christ. I want them all in confession. Do it. Then let's see what happens. Let's see how many among the administration bursts into flames within a fortnight. Be a Catholic, don't be a Catholic, but if you wear the cross you better honor the teachings of Christ.  

I gave up swearing. I'm trying anyway. Watching this administration tear up the constitution every day is very hard. I do the best I can to be patient, but we are under attack from within. Pure evil and sins against Christ has taken over the White House. How that Karoline Leavitt bimbo hasn't burst into flames when she wears a cross is beyond me. Then again, it's only a bedazzled cross from hot Topic just for show. That Jezabel is pure evil. An evil minion Jezabel serving under that fat orange inflatable tube donkey. Do not put your faith in man, put your faith in God. Serve God. All Christians are being tested.

Tested!

On the 13th, three days ago, I took the Antelope Valley Metrolink train from Lancaster to Glendale. Two minutes after leaving the Lancaster station the train suddenly stopped. 40 minutes later sitting on the stopped train we learned the train hit a man instantly killing him and dragging him on the tracks until the train was able to make a complete stop. All us passengers could do was sit on the stalled train and wait. We weren't allowed off the train for obvious reason. The train shut off the water which meant there was no flushable toilet or sink to wash your hands in. After 3 HOURS of just sitting on the train passengers were starting to get hot, and angry to the point of almost committing violence. By the 5th HOUR of just sitting on the train local sheriffs escorted those who elected to get off the train if they wanted to walk back to the Lancaster station or Palmdale. Metrolink would NOT provide alternative modes of transport. Those people would have to walk or have someone pick them up. This happened on a Sunday. It took 6 HOURS total for the sheriffs, homicide, and coroner to finish their investigation and remove the body from under the train, all the while no flushing toilet or running water in the bathroom sink. I had luggage with me because I was relocating from Lancaster to Glendale, and while I would have been happy to pay an Uber to drive me from Lancaster to Glendale, getting someone willing to drive all the way there and back (assuming they lived in Lancaster/Palmdale) would have been difficult especially on a Sunday. All together I was on the train for 8 HOURS. A 2-hour train ride turned in 8 HOURS because some dude wanted to beat the train, or commit suicide, but more than that Metrolink should have had emergency alternative transport protocols put into place for such a situation. Not leave people stranded on a train for 6 bloody hours with no toilet or running water. After doing a brief Google search people getting hit by trains is more common than you might think. After the coroner left with the body and the train was given a green light to go, it still stopped every ten minutes to let other trains pass us since our train was 6-8 hours past schedule. From Lancaster to Glendale is a two-hour train ride. I finally arrived at my guest house around 7pm. The train left the station at 10:11am. Thankfully the homeowner of the guest house was very cool. All I could do was porously apologize for getting to the guest house six hours past my original ETA. I hate putting people out like that. Fortunately, the homeowners are very nice people.

We are being tested. 

Hearing the president of El Salvador calling Kilmar Abrego Garcia a "terrorist" after the White House admits it made a "clerical error" is such a snaky thing to do. Snake.

We are being tested.

My sole constant comfort is watching these Eagles in Big Bear Lake raising their chicks. The chicks are like pre-teens now it seems. They have big feet, fluffy pajama bottoms, and their baby chick feathers are being replaced by adult black feathers. The chicks are literally spreading their wings now preflight. Spreading their wings. Practicing in the nest. I can't wait to see them fly off the nest for the first time. Watching these eagles raise their chicks on live cam confirms to me that good mommas are good mommas regardless of their species. Momma Jackie is over beak-feeding the chicks it seems. Last time I tuned in to the live cam she was perched at the edge of the nest as papa Shadow brought the eaglets Gizmo and Sunny a fresh fish. Jackie gave her life-mate some hard momma side-eye as only mommas give telling her mate, "It's time for these kids to feed themselves. Their beaks are strong enough. They know fish is food. If they're hungry they'll eat." All the while you can clearly see Shadow wants to beak-feed his kids, Jackie was throwing HARD momma side-eye at him like, "Don't you F'ing dare!" One of the eaglets pecked at the fish. The other wasn't even looking at it. So, Shadow did what all good dads do, he flew off the nest and got himself a fish to show his kids how to eat theirs. Soon after Jackie left Shadow with the kids, and he ended up beak-feeding them when Jackie wasn't looking. Typical! I know you're not supposed to humanize animals but c'mon. That was a total dad move!

Last I saw on live cam papa Shadow just threw chunks of fish at the eaglets and let them feed themselves. Baby steps. Know what I'm saying. They're getting there.

 

I've had three days (going on four) to chill out from that train fiasco, but I'm still stressed out by it. HOW does Metrolink not have better emergency protocols put into place. 6 HOURS sitting on a train with no water or alternative means of transport to the nearest operating train station? Metrolink, do better. This is how fatalist mentalities are made. "Welp, getting on the train in an hour. Better pack food and supplies in case the train hits and kills someone." Because it happened! Same goes for flying. Spirit Airlines doesn't seem so bad now does it. I've flown Spirit like six times in the last year, and no doors ripped off, no engines stopped working midflight, I got from point A to point B no problem. Never underestimate the underdogs.

I realize as a GenX elder I'm supposed to just sit back and let the chaos happen, but I have questions. How far will America allow this orange inflatable tube donkey sink our country? How long until judges realize Trump-o doesn't give a single F about your authority and power and will do whatever he wants anyway. He only cares about the wealthy 1%. 

I have a theory that a Hispanic man or men gave one of the women in the Trump-o clan some long hard good loving, and that's why he hates Hispanic men. It's the only thing that makes sense. This administration doesn't care about laws or the constitution or religion or the American people, so why target Hispanic men?

Dear China, keep meme roasting JD Vance. Good times. 

Dear Harvard, you're my heroes.     

Dear rest of the world, I apologize for this administration being dumber than a Trump-o wall. Please help us before that buffoon tanks our country.

I saw a Youtube reel where Neil DeGrasse Tyson posed the question, "If aliens landed on earth and said take me to your leader, who would you take them to. Not the president, no. I would take them to an astrophysicist or any leading scientist. That's who would have answers to the universe aliens would seek. Not the president." Are you kidding me, our current president has never even heard of an astrophysicist. NDT has a very good point. The true leaders of our country are the smartest men and women and honey that ain't this administration. 

Aliens: "Take us to your leader."

White House administration: "Boobies." 

FYI, the most celebrated astrophysicist in America is Neil DeGrasse Tyson. He's amazing. Whenever I'm eating or knitting, many o' times I'm streaming his lectures and reels. This is companionship 2025. We just stream who we want to eat with and keep company with. That's why ASMR is so popular. Easy. No fuss no muss.

And afterwards he read all the words of the law, the blessings and cursings, according to all that written in the book of the law.

--Joshua 8:34 

Do not put your faith in man. Put your faith in God. Do not worship false idols. God bless.

JUST A LITTLE PATIENCE

Good morning.

*This blog was written over the course of a few days as most my blogs are these days. Please forgive the grammatical errors. 

Cold leftover veggie pizza for breakfast. I've gone meatless again, well, fish. No chicken, red meat, or pork. Aside from two or three cheeseburgers a year I'm pretty much off red meat anyway. I haven't had a steak since maybe 1989. Nothing political. Steak was the bulk of my diet from the time I was five years old until maybe twenty. I did the math once. I guessed I've eaten about four or five whole cows in my lifetime. It doesn't bother me if other people eat steak around me. Go ahead. Forgive me if I don't join you. I lost my appetite for steak thirty-five years ago abouts and now I just don't want to eat any warm-blooded animal. My appetite is funky now anyway. I'm still waiting on my first cancer screening test results. "You'll get test results in a week" she said three weeks ago.

I went for a walk yesterday and happened upon a skin and bones kitty. I have cat treats in my bag, so I pulled out a big fistful of cat treats and set in front of the kitty. A few minutes later as kitty was enjoying her treats in peace the guy who's house we were in front of let loose his big angry snarling giant bulldog who ran right up to the gate and fiercely snapped, barked, and growled at us like Cujo as kitty finished eating. What's wrong with you people? God made cats too and this one was starving. As you train your bulldogs to be attack dogs just remember you cannot call yourself a Christian if you claim to hate cats for God made them before man. I wanted to give the cat more treats just not in front of this house so I moved three houses down on the street, but kitty wouldn't go that far. I waited and waited, shook the treats bag but kitty would not budge. And men wonder why women like cats more than men. The last man I fell madly in love with in 2002 had a cat and I married him. 

Men who voted for the orange inflatable sour patch pumpkin are men who fail at being men and think it's okay to fail humanity while they're at it. Statistics, if you believe in that kind of thing, recently showed a fast decline of human reproduction without end in sight making (film) CHILDREN OF MEN less dystopian science fiction and more historic. God has a plan. Wipe out the human race one way or another. Wish I could be defensive, but I can't. I agree with God 100%. There's too much cruelty in the world entirely at the hands of human beings. Men in particular. "The end is near!" The great tribulation. I wasn't expecting the return of Christ in my lifetime, but Trump-o said, "Challenge accepted! Let's F this place up!" 

I love when Trump-o's tariffs all fall apart in failure and he backpaddles hard like a man who refuses to admit he's wrong. "I think we can reach an agreement." Interesting. A donkey says what?

There are men who can be happy living a simple life. They're happy having a home with a woman (or man) they love, maybe a kid or two, maybe a few pets, a little garden, a stable job, and they're happy with their safe and secure simple yet happy life, but those men are becoming fewer and fewer in number, and I can't help but wonder why. Women have always carried the backbone of her family by working hard, suffering, enduring, finding ways to make things work when there doesn't seem to be a shred of hope in sight, and now that women have politely bowed out of bearing the brunt of domestic marital responsibility, men are left to roam the earth randomly not knowing how handle the icky stuff. "I'm sad. I'm lonely. I'm hungry. I'm horny. I'm depressed. MOMMY!" Meanwhile a woman tells her doctor she hasn't been hungry lately, and he throws 911 emergency contact numbers at her, but when a man says he hasn't been hungry lately well my goodness everyone on earth must pay attention to him and coddle him like a newborn baby or there's something wrong with society and not him. So yeah, God, I'm with you. Stop reproduction and start over. I too am tired of weepy sad man who can't emotionally function or fix a curtain rod. I judge men by how they treat cats, servers in restaurants, and proof of values they claim to have. The bar is low here fellas, low, and still, I'm repeatedly disappointed. Being fat is not a disability and neither is being emotionally and mentally stunted in growth. What happened to grandmas from the 40's and 50's? Where did they go. Did they break the mold? Those tough old broads would whip these weepy fellas into shape in no time. 

I've chosen a celibate life. It's easier. I can't have stress in my life. That said, men nonetheless need to step up. Be mature. Act their age. Have the same emotional and mental strength and sophistication of an adult you expect women your age to have. Women are fed up, fellas, they're sick and tired, and now they can be 100% without you thanks to the internet, remote work, cats, dogs, Amazon, Uber eats, desk tread mills, and movie streaming services as men lurk the lonely empty streets wondering where all the "good women went". They're in the comfort of their homes, my guy, with their cats and dogs who are just easier to love.  

Anyway

8pm, I just ordered Kung Pao tofu but they forgot my rice and I actually like it better this way. It's a writing night. Nothing goes better when you're writing all night than Chinese food. By now you know my writing style. This is also how my book is written. 

In regard to Eric and Lyle Menendez, I couldn't care less if they get released from prison. Do I think they murdered their parents out of animosity and greed, sure, but I also think they they're not a danger to society. I could be wrong but that's what security cameras and guns are for. Am I glad my brothers' mom, a nightmare of a human being, is dead, absolutely, and while I never would have killed her, I completely understand it. Fair warning to the Menendez surviving family though, make wills. make sure there's less of a reason for any family member to un-alive you. 

AND ANOTHER THING

A reminder, yes again, the constitution was made to protect the American people from government, state and federal, congress, and presidents from gaining too much power over the country. If presidents are going to shine-on judges and just do whatever they please regardless, then what do you think is going to become of this country? Priority with tariffs and deportation are what an out-of-touch president does. Sadly, 10 or 10,000 kids could die from measles, trust me when I say no one in power cares. In their minds YOU chose not to vaccinate your children thus them dying or getting sick with measles was the chance YOU as parents took. Never mind that you trusted their anti-vaccine rhetoric. Again, that was YOUR choice. I can't say they're entirely wrong. It's sad but you could have done something about it like get your kids vaccinated. Chances are those parents were vaccinated as kids and none of them have any deformities like a third ear growing out of their noggins because of it, or so I'm guessing. I get not wanting to try a new vaccine circa 2020 but the measles vaccine has been around long enough for even me to get it as a little girl and I'm older than dirt. Add to that, I got all the Covid vaccines and updates (but stopped after the 5th or 6th update). I'm good, thanks, and we're still alive. Do I still get the flu shot every year, you betcha. And let me tell you something, the shingles vaccine is a serious consideration for y'all. I got shingles in my mid-twenties which is rare, but I got it, and it was unpleasant to say the least. All the glands on the right side of my neck painfully bolted out like Frankenstein and the entire right side of my body broke out in a painful itchy and rash. I remember the doctor who I saw for it saying, "We have a cream that will take seven days for it to go into effect or pills that go into effect within a couple of days" as if there was any question. $50 for the cream. $200 for the pills. Of course I got the pills. I would have paid $500 for the pills I was feeling that miserable. Get the vaccine. Shingles pick a nerve on one side of your body and literally hugs on to it for dear life. If you're thinking, "What, just one nerve. How bad can that be?" Google how long your nerves are. 

I realize I say things that don't sound very Christian but I'm also a realist. I don't want to raise your kids. I don't want to pay for them. You wanted your kids; you pay for them. I don't want to pay taxes to house all these people serving life sentences in prisons without the possibility of parole. I want smarter presidents. I don't care if he or she has a dog in the White House, but I now must insist that person be smarter than a fifth grader. And forgive me for asking but this prison in El Salvador, why, what for, why long stay prisons at all. Do something with these people. Rehabilitate them, send them to the military, just do something with them. Do something. Pretty soon you're going to have more prisoners than guards and staff, if that's not already the case, and then what.

Whatever is becoming of this world, just remember Shakespeare wrote a play called Titus Andronicus, and if you've never read it, please allow me to give you the highlights: The selfish greedy wrong man went into power. He then hooked up with this Goth chick and her family who had already been deemed enemy of the state by Titus Andronicus. The Goth chick then takes revenge on her enemy Titus by having her sons' rape and mutilate Titus's daughter. Then Titus fools the Goth chick's sons into coming into his house by "feigning" to have gone mad, whereupon Titus strings them up, bleeds them dry, and grinds their bodies into pies and serves the pies to their mother the Goth chick, and all the crappy people in power. And then they all lived happily ever after. Well, no. Everyone dies, almost. The end. That play was written in the late 1500's and who knew some 450 years later that scenario could be an actual possibility in today's world. Seriously, if tomorrow we found out that RFK Junior had fed human pies to the White House administration, would anyone be surprised. In my 56 years alive on this planet, I went from being a kid innocently riding my bicycle in small town Minnesota - to someone in the 2025 White House administration historically sawing off the head of a dead whale, strapping it to the roof of his car, and then took it home, to what, eat later? Call me old fashioned but that goes way-y beyond weird and he's in the White House administration.

(sigh)

I have not been to Sheldon's grave yet. So much going on. I'll be in the city in a few days, downtown. It'll be much easier getting to Mt Sinai from there. It's a 5 hour round trip train ride on/out of antelope valley where I am currently, and I have so many upcoming doctor/dentist/oral surgery appointments in the city it just made more sense moving to where the doctors are and paying the extra money. Plus, the next-door neighbors here have tested my patience one too many times with their constant barking dogs all night and day, screaming kids, blocking the sidewalk and street with all their cars blasting music, their leaf blower and electric saws, their kids with the homemade batting cage, add to that it's getting desert hot out. I spend all my time finding ways to calm down, seeking patience to the point I can't concentrate on anything else. I need to be left alone in a good head space to write when the moments come. God has provided. I'm grateful therefor I move, pay the extra money and live long enough to finish my book.

At my age death is a regular consideration. Did you see (film) Walk the Line. This quote from the film has stayed with me since I heard it:

Sam Phillips: "Bring... bring it home? All right, let's bring it home. If you was hit by a truck and you was lying out there in that gutter dying, and you had time to sing *one* song. Huh? One song that people would remember before you're dirt. One song that would let God know how you felt about your time here on Earth. One song that would sum you up. You tellin' me that's the song you'd sing? That same Jimmy Davis tune we hear on the radio all day, about your peace within, and how it's real, and how you're gonna shout it? Or... would you sing somethin' different. Somethin' real. Somethin' *you* felt. Cause I'm telling you right now, that's the kind of song people want to hear. That's the kind of song that truly saves people. It ain't got nothin to do with believin' in God, Mr. Cash. It has to do with believin' in yourself."

Patience is my friend and lifelong adversary. I won't let lack of it win this war. 

Onward.

James, a servant of God and the Lord Jesus Christ, to the twelve tribes which are scattered abroad, greeting.

My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations;

Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience.

But let patience have her perfect work, that ye might be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.

--James 1-4

Remember, be mindful of your surroundings. Things happen for a reason. Pay attention to the details God laid out for you. Those are the ones that matter. Note only the noteworthy. Work smarter not harder. You're never alone. God bless.

MY HOW BIG YOUR CROSS IS

Good morning.

*Please forgive the grammatical errors. 

Our patience is being tested. 

In regard to high food costs, tariff wars with everyone including our neighbor allies, plummeting stock market, and people losing their 401K and health plans, the fat orange mushy donut in the White house reportedly said, "Only the weak will fail." That Jabba a-hole simp couldn't care less about farmers, everyday Americans, veterans, health and education. He doesn't care about America or us her people. He and his ancient model Stepford robot wife (in desperate need of a reboot) are so evil it's almost biblical and yet over half of America re-elected him and for what, to be openly racist and/or misogynist? I cannot help but ask was it worth your retirement and 401K? Was it worth your health insurance? 

"Only the strong survive" mentality was made in war/post war time and the great depression. So, there you go. That is where this idiot president is trying to take us. 

You don't have to have an ivy league or private school education to be mindful of your surroundings or crack open a book from time to time. You just have to want to know what's going on in the world, and how the world generally works. History repeats itself especially when it comes to this president. His epically failed leadership during Covid should have been enough to keep him out of the White House forever, but no. Look, unless you destroy for all eternity every means of transport across each and every mass of land and sea what happens on other continents affect America hence 5th grade social studies and at this point, I much rather have any fifth grader in America sitting in the oval office.

I can't even watch White House news or its moronic White House press secretary Karoline whats-her-face and her giant 1989 virtue signaling Hot Topic bedazzled cross. She's such a horrible liar. Hey lady, Flavor Flav 1991 called and said, "King and chief probably had a big beef. Because of dat now I grit my teeth." Same, Flav. Same! Who knew among other things Flavor Flav was a time traveling Maharishi sage of rap and hip-hop. 

Mennonites and Amish colonies know what they are doing keeping everyone out and living off grid. Lately, I've been pondering how to go about it too, sans Waco siege and Ruby Ridge, of course. 

Do you ever wonder if XBOX is teaching kids how to exist in the future like how our generation(X) crude childhood games like SIMON and PERFECTION taught us memory and reflex. I mean, most of those games were completely unnerving but so are XBOX zombie slaughter games. I loved my Simon. It was psychological crack for eight-year-olds like me who could not get enough RUBIK'S CUBE. I still to this day love memory and puzzle games. When the first MYST came out I downloaded it and was stuck in front of the computer for a month. All hail CD ROM!

Before I returned to my faith last year, I had another blog for about ten years that was mostly political and social satire, aka my weird sense of humor you either got it or didn't. Surprisingly it had grown quite popular. No, it didn't get shut down as some suspected. I shut it down. I erased it. I felt my line of thinking when writing that blog was holding me back creatively. Nothing had changed in ten years. Means I hadn't grown in ten years. I was writing the same blather over and over to the point even my friends were like, "If I'm not in the blog, I'm not reading it." It did anger some famous people though which I found amusing since it was pure entertainment. Satire. Stuff I wrote just to make my friends laugh. Nonetheless, it triggered some people. That's me, I'm just out here stripping down nerves raw and poking them with a stick. Just wait until I publish the book I'm working on now. This one is going to make some people angry because they aren't going to actually read the book with an ounce of consideration, they're going to skim through it at best and guess the rest, or worse yet rely on people who are going to read the book already hating it before finishing the first page - and then want to fight with me about it. 

The storyline of my book deals specifically with a group of younger people in the aftermath of being born into what most outsiders considered a cult. When the cult leader was later arrested and sent to prison leaving our main characters at the time ages 15-18 years old, they were debris, left-behinds to grow up in rural Midwest, in the 50's to 70's, and move on with their lives as strangers in a strange land mere miles away from where they were born. This story is about transference into different lifestyles, families, religions, separating good from evil, being a product of environment vs inherited traits, and how institutions of law, religion, and mental health handle people they know nothing about. Any time you do not conform to social norms or if you complain about anything legit, you're deemed dangerous, depressed and/or suicidal. "There's so much mental illness out there!" But is there? Is it always mental illness or is it something else. Whatever it is let's definitely not talk about it or try to understand it with hope of preventing further destruction due to it. In other words, this is a book for people who can think for themselves. "If Trump-o hates it, I hates it." No, you big dopey ding-dong, read the book. Think for yourself. Besides, everyone knows Trump-o can't read words with more than four letters.

If I can write a book with my broken stroked out brain, you can read it. 

* I have good brain days and bad brain days which is why it's taking me longer than normal to write.  

AND ANOTHER THING

Just a reminder folks, the constitution was written to protect the American people from its government, from its congress, and from presidents like Trump-o illegally throwing your husbands in El Salvadorian jails and then ignoring judge's orders to release the innocent man and bring him home. For the love of mercy congress, stand up to this behemoth orange inflatable tube donkey of a man.

Every day I talk to God. I talk to God for hours and hours some days lately about my book. I'm going through great pains to not openly criticize false Christians. What I mean is, I'm going to quote only one passage, my favorite passage, from the Bible in this book. The rest of the preaching you'll read will be from poems and spiritual soliloquies I made up just for this book, but we'll see how many will swear it's from the Bible and claim that I blasphemed. Even when I lost my faith, I still respected it. Who am I, no one. As I will always maintain, most self-proclaimed Catholics and protestants would not know the difference between passages from the Bible, lyrics from Iron Maiden or Black Sabbath, or something I just made up and normalized. I'm not saying I'm some kind of terrific writer, I'm saying a hearty number of Christians and Catholics are really (really) bad at it. 

**cough** Karoline Leavitt** cough**

Just remember, if you're reading this blog, only one passage, my favorite passage, will be from the Bible. The rest I made up.

Jesus cried and said, He that believeth on me, believeth not on me, but on him that sent me. And he that seeth me seeth him that sent me. I am come a light into the world, that whosoever believeth on me should not abide in darkness. And if any man hear my words, and believe not, I judge him not: for I come not to judge the world, but to save the world.

--- John 12:44-47 

Life is good. Have a peaceful Sunday. God bless. 

WISCONSIN FOR THE WIN!

Good day, friends.

*Please forgive the grammatical errors.

I'm going to jump all over the place so please bear with me. Lots to chat about. 

First, God rest Val Kilmer in peace. What a talent. A true loss in the movie world. Gone too soon. I love Kilmer in so many films. I have a picture of me in my bedroom in 1991 after The Doors came out pointing at framed photos of Val Kilmer in Jim Morrison black leather. If I didn't look like a Goth junkie in too much pancake makeup I would post the photos. (Actually, I don't think I fixed my blog yet to post photos. Busy.) Google AI wrote Val Kilmer is now "cancer free" in its description of Kilmer's throat cancer. Well done AI. Well done. Good grief. 

Every American GENX is watching Tombstone tonight. I just fired it up on Disney+.

I'm waiting for my cancer screen results. In early March I suddenly lost 14 pounds in two weeks. That's a pound a day and that's not normal for a sober healthy person. All the prescriptions I'm on I've been on since 2021. The only new prescription is Levothyroxine and I've been on that since last summer. And while I did lose weight the first three months on Levothyroxine, which is normal you either gain weight or lose weight depending on the person, but this recent sudden weight loss is something else. I wasn't hungry every day. I could go two days on just one apple, caffeine, and water. After eating the apple, I completely lost my appetite. Food made me sick just to look at it or smell it. For women we have to be very careful how much info we give certain male doctors, or they'll deem us depressed or suicidal if we say we lost our appetites. Luckily my doctor was out, and I had a female doctor who prescribed the Zenwise enzyme. She said that she and her entire family take it for all kinds of medical conditions like IBS, pancreatic care, and diabetes. I'm a diabetic. I've been taking Zenwise for a month now and feel 50% better, some days more. Some days I can eat just fine, other days food makes me sick to my stomach. I highly recommend Zenwise nonetheless. On my eat days everything passes through like it's supposed to. Still, I'm not back to how I was before January. One day, just like that, last January something in my body quit working, or isn't working like it's supposed to. Just to be safe, I started my cancer screenings. It's a lot. Everywhere you can get cancer they have a screening for it. Once you get your test result for one screening and it's negative you go on to the next screening. Exterior screenings are cheaper, so you start there. It gets more and more expensive depending on what thing they have to stick up into your body and where. Is it a finger, a camera, a wand ultrasound, and where in your body are they stuffing it. Some days I wonder what I'm doing all this for but in the end the answer is always the same, 56 is too young to die. 

The big dumb wannabe oompa loompa in the White House, and his pet nazi saluting pigeon want to cut healthcare programs along with education, and government sectors that actually help people. I agree 100% there are too many useless government jobs. If you really want to cut spending and close the social security offices forever, cut each American a check for all the money taken out of our paychecks for social security since we were 16 years old. Then you can just shut those offices down completely forever - but first you have to give us our money back. Shouldn't be hard. Y'all know how much we've made every year, where we've worked, just give us our money back and we'll call it square. GIVE US OUR MONEY BACK. Clearly investing in social security was a sham retirement "savings" program because every politician democrat and republican has "borrowed" from social security and not paid it back. Not one single president has paid back what they "borrowed". 

I'm going to mention the Midwest a few times in this blog. For starters, you should know the only thing Midwesterners hate more that politicians are their wealthy friends. Hate them. Elon Musk sticking a cheesehead hat on his DEI noggin was just embarrassing. Funny thing, Wisconsin probably would have voted republican had Elon Musk stayed home. Did he drink a beer with a plate of cheese curds anywhere? 'Cos that would have been even more embarrassing than the cheesehead hat. I can totally hear Elon Musk asking what part of the cheese curds come from. (The front half, bro. The front half of the cheese, DUH! You Xenomorph alien reject.) I'm not a fan of cheese curds. I take issue with anything that squeaks when I chew it.

And speaking of the Midwest, the storyline to my book has taken a rather sudden jerk in a new direction. Backstory: I grew up a Minnesota townie. It was a very small town in the 70's and 80's. I was born in 1969. It was mostly prairie land back then. Little House on the Prairie - esque, to be exact before the big migration and immigration boom of 2000. My hometown is directly in the middle sandwiched in between farms and deep thick woods. We all grew up speaking one dialect of German or another. Speaking German and knowing how to ice skate were kind of must-haves by second grade. I can't ice skate anymore unfortunately not since my stroke/s plus I'm old and I wouldn't make it around the rink one time without my ankles shattering into a million pieces. Not having anyone to speak German to since 1989 that too has gotten sloppy. On occasion I'll take little refresher courses online. German is one of the easiest languages for Americans to learn. A few months back home sharpens my German up some. Minnesota early on was primarily German. There wasn't a huge population of Swedes. The only reason people outside of Minnesota thought Swedes dominated Minnesota was because Swedes brought the church of Sweden with them to Minnesota. The church of Sweden is the loosest form of Lutheranism there is. Martin Luther (the priest who found Lutheranism) was German but that's not why Minnesotans spoke German. The earliest pioneers of Minnesota were German though I think many of them were also French, and those pioneers were German Mennonites and French Amish. Mennonites and Amish don't advertise their church. You have to be born into the Mennonite and Amish colonies to be Mennonite or Amish. It's not like you can just show up to their colonies one day and be all, "Hi. I want to join your fancy group." They don't advertise their church; they don't want outsiders in it. Swedes however do. The church of Sweden, like all protestants and Catholics, advertise their church. These churches want bodies. Small towns are different in every corner of this country but the one similarity all small towns share is God. Christianity and Catholicism are HUGE in small towns and yes, Christan and Catholic are different religions. Very different. Same God, just different ways to find Him, praise Him, receive Him, and talk to Him. Don't even get me started on the Pantheists! In the 70's German was still a very dominant language. I have a theory that most of the French Amish moved north into Canada once the German Mennonite colonies moved in. My book has a lot of small-town Minnesota vibes. It's what I know. The 70's and 80's marked a lot of struggling Midwest farms. There are abandoned farmhouses from the 70's rotting away in Minnesota still to this day. Minnesota is one of those states where the bulk of the people live in or around the twin cities. The further out you get the more you better be comfortable with horror movie dark nights out in the middle of nowhere, guns, beer guts, racism, no teeth, and dealing with 7th grade education - but always God. So much happens out there in between the corn fields. That's where my book now begins. 

The baby eagles in Big Bear CA are so frigging big now! The baby eagles have big ol' Beaky Buzzard dumbo feet. So cute. Y'all remember Beaky Buzzard dontcha? 

The remainder of the week is a nutty one. Doctors, cancer screening, wait for test results, an assortment of various appointments, etc. I was going to move into the valley but man it's just so expensive. Some people legit want 15K a month for a room. Just a room. Shared bathroom. I pay 1K a month where I am, and I pretty much have my own bathroom. Plus they leave me alone which is nice. On occasion the homeowner and I chat. Language barrier and all. AND I just met the homeowner's cat! Pretty indoor kitty. A tuxie. I had no idea they even had a cat! So cute. So now I can never move out. I met their cat! There's a neighborhood cat who has an injured tail. This kitty is so pretty. She's grey with puffs of white fluff. Pretty little friendly face. I'm trying to get her used to seeing me so I can take her to the vet to fix her tail. I don't know if someone cut her tail off or if she lost it in a fight, either way there's some exposed tail at the end of the nubby without fur or skin around it and I don't want it to get infected. I want to take her to the vet and get it wrapped up. I just have to catch her first which is really hard to do.

I'm finally going to Sheldon's gravesite tomorrow after my appointment. It'll be an emotional day. I'll give Andy a call and see if he wants to go with me.    

Be good to each other. Being back home in southern California I'm reminded that the state itself, homeless, and governor aren't the problem here, it's the mentality of oh so many residents. I'm reminded how people out here don't even buy their friends coffee. We all have Zell, Paypal, Venmo, etc., one person pays among your party of six. Seriously, how hard is that? Some people out here really make it unnecessarily complicated. When I lived in Hollywood I had a friend crash on my couch for almost six years. I never once asked her for rent or money. I don't even think she asked me. She just started crashing on it one day. In the Midwest and east coast one person pays, then the other friend pays the next time, or like I said we all have Zell and Paypal! I don't know what the malfunction is in SoCal. No one shares a ride to work. A group of five people, after a group of three people, after a group of four people buying coffee holds up the line so everyone can pay individually with a credit card and half of those people still don't know how to use the credit card machine. SoCal has to get out of the me-me-me-first-only-me-me-me-matters mentality. Selfish. Just be a good person. One good deed a day makes a world of difference. 

If any man has ear to hear, let him hear.

--Mark 4:23

  

God bless!