May the 4th be with you…

 I had to do it. 


Last week our community had a bingo night thing and Joshua wanted to go and drag me with him. All the women in the building love him and mother him so they always ask him to go to these things… they don’t ask me. 

Anyway they had seven prizes . A popcorn maker, one of those hotel scent devices, doughnut maker, electric wine opener, an Italian olive oil sprayer, and a S’mores maker… I wanted that one badly!! In the summer they bring out the s’mores maker and I love that but not enough to buy one because we just wouldn’t use it enough… but if it’s free…..

I won the first bingo which was the popcorn maker, then Josh wine the hotel thing, then I won the doughnut maker. Then Josh won the wine opener, someone won the olive oil thing and then I won the S’mores maker. There were 120 people there! It’s the little things, man. It felt like my birthday! 😀

People were fucking pissed. Our mail lockers are inside the clubhouse and this man walked in and jokingly yelled Bingo, heads whipped around like he’d screamed, fire. The employee pulling the numbers said “ you’d better be careful, these asshole will kill you” 😂 I was happy. 

Tiny things bring me joy. 

On a completely different note, the mother of my YM’s boyfriend, who is also Joshua’s best friend, passed away three days ago. She’d been cleared of cancer last summer and it came raging back to all her organs. She had a stroke and a heart attack and passed, all within four days of her oncologist telling her that she wasn’t terminal. wtf?! Doctors are shit. The oldest son is 31, that’s how old I was when my mom died, the youngest just 23  Joshua’s age. I know they say the worst thing is losing a child and I don’t doubt that in any way, but losing parents comes in pretty close. Even with my mom being what she was it knocked me off my feet for a good long time. The first year is the WORST. My feelings were so conflicted. The second we moved to Chandler I found a therapist. My heart breaks for her boys ( 3 of them) and her husband of 35 years. There’s absolutely nothing that can be said or done to relieve the pain. 

I’m frustrated with Etsy. I’m doing so well on EBay and privately that I don’t even want to use Etsy. I mean, I’m not going to afford that new jet I want 😉 but it’s fun and has really helped my depression. Look at me! Normal-ish? That’s no fun! 😁 I’ve got to keep the quirk!

Gotta run. Oh oh!!!! That photo ! Did a boy see it? Beautiful. Simply beautiful. The things I did with that body….

Song: Throw way back!!! : September by Daughtry

Night luvs. Look to the moon. 


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