February and March for me has brought so many different things such as emotions, mental, and the unexpected.
The month of Februarywas filled with promoting awareness to the hearing streamers that Deaf people do stream their games on Twitch. I also encouraged many streamers to turn on closed captioning. There was many hearing streamers who had no idea there was closed captioning feature after streaming for several years. I could see the excitement that they were able to give accessibility to Deaf and Hard of hearing community as well as people with different medical reasons who heavily rely on closed captioning as well. I ended the month with one amazing streamer’s help getting myself, and 3 other Deaf streamers to become affiliated with Twitch. Thank you, Sojah.
I aim to create a space in the cyber world where deaf, hard-of-hearing, and hearing people can connect and share experiences. I also hope that by coming together, we can learn from one another and grow as a community. This is no easy task, as many deaf and hard-of-hearing individuals have encountered negative experiences with hearing people. It’s not just a single event that shapes their perspective—it’s repeated instances of frustration, anger, and the gradual loss of hope. I have experienced this myself as a Deaf/Hard-of-Hearing person.
In a different setting, I came across a group of hearing people who showed interest and wanted to learn, which inspired me to seek out a welcoming community on Twitch. I have since connected with an amazing group of hearing individuals and have been introducing both hearing and Deaf people to shared spaces. Slowly, I am seeing relationships bloom, which makes me very happy. I know this will take time, and I am fully aware of that. I hope that anyone reading this will be patient with Deaf and Hard of Hearing individuals, understanding that trust takes time to build. For hearing people, please know that it is not directed at you personally, but rather, you are part of a larger journey of understanding and inclusion.
During the month of working hard to raise awareness, we came across to a whole week of Polar Vortex during the week of 16th to 19th which was a interesting experience. We had to do certain things to make sure we don’t have burst pipes and keeping ourselves warm. We made it through without a issue, thankfully.
Toward the end of the month, I had my first appointment with a primary doctor here in Illinois. We discussed both my physical and mental health, and I was finally able to get back on the medication I needed to help manage my depression and anxiety.
March was a month filled with day-to-day struggles of sciatica pain and the weight of depression, taking me to a very dark place as my body adjusted to new medication. February 28th marked the birthday of my best friend, who is no longer here. In her memory, I had a Kraft mac and cheese box with a side of chicken nuggets for dinner that night, a small tribute to our relationship.
March 6th was both the birth and death anniversary of my third baby. I spent the day in bed, overwhelmed and drowsy from my medication. During the first two weeks of the month, I made phone calls to schedule the appointments my doctor had advised me to make. Each call felt like an uphill battle, but I pushed through.
On March 14th, I heard the tornado sirens blare, followed by my phone urgently warning me to find shelter. A few days later, I learned that a tornado had touched down in the next town over—where I used to live. Depending on the reports, it was classified as either an F2 or F3. I remember the terror of that night, huddling in one room with my children and two cats, hoping we would all be safe.
We celebrated my 2nd child’s birthday to a Wendy’s dinner for 20th birthday. Out of respect, I won’t detail anything. Just wanted to say, “I love you, kid. “
As March was getting closer to the end, I knew I needed something to look forward to, I pick up the call to a local haircut place and made appt that happen to be on April 1st.
In February and March, I watched a TV show called The Haven, which has a supernatural theme combined with a touch of Chicago Police vibes. I thought the show was really good, though a bit predictable at times. The Haven has five seasons and is set in Maine, USA.
Out of curiosity, I looked up whether Haven, Maine, was a real place, but I couldn’t find it. However, I did come across North Haven, Maine, in Knox County, which I found interesting. Based on the Google images, it looks like a beautiful place.
As The Haven wrapped up its final season, I found the ending quite intriguing. It could have gone in many different directions, but they chose a specific conclusion—which I won’t spoil here. It’s definitely worth watching.
Thank you for taking few minutes to read about my 2 months journey.
I can’t think of a better title than this at the moment.
On Jan 4th, in the middle of the night, I was shaken awake to be told that someone have tried to break into our home. I flew off from my bedroom to figure out what exactly have happen because it was only few seconds. We’re all okay, thankfully. Local police were notified. I do not have update with this.
Jan 7th, The Palisades Fire, Eaton Fire, and Sunset Fire dominated the media as they ravaged Los Angeles, California, in the United States. When I realized that people I knew were nearby or had lost their homes, I felt utterly helpless. All I could do was stay glued to the news and check in on those affected. The fear was constant. Now, in February, I am simply grateful that the people I know are safe. My heart goes out to those who have lost their homes, loved ones, and so much more.
As a reminder, there are deaf and hard of hearing people were impacted as well. To support them, please click this link ❤ https://www.offthegridmissions.org/
In that same day, we were snowed in. My sciatica acted up to the point, I couldn’t stand up and walk to the bathroom. I had to grab some help for couple days before I manage to release some pressure off my nerve. There are rollercoaster of days where I can deal with pain to I am staying put.
In the month of Jan, I received candies that was only located in another country. A letter stating that I was approved for health insurance that I was badly needed at the time. The doctor was found and made an appointment. Shortly after those things has happen, I became a networker telling people to reach out to those certain people whatever they’re hunting down or needing help with. I am all about promoting people and helping others.
I see so much hatred that are spewing everywhere. I am shame to say that I am in this timeline because what example are we setting to our younger generation. I don’t care what party you vote for. My only concern is the younger generation and what are they learning from the adults today. As I sit down to people who voted for this and that person, I learned why. There are some things I’m against it whole-heartedly but I tried as much as possible to grace some light to their way. There is a reason why people behaved and believe in whatever they’re believing in because of something that they went through. Do you know them? More than likely, you don’t because you (all parties do this) shut down that person and scream, ” you are wrong for voting this (name insert here.) because ….. “
All I can say, I send you love from afar.
It takes one …. I know its hard during this time because I’m feeling it myself. It takes one to light the brightness and spread them around. People are thirsty for positivity. Will that person be you?
I laid my head on the pillow as I tries to close my eyes. I pulled the blankets up to my shoulder and curled up because I was shivering a little bit. A vision appeared as if I was watching a movie and/or as if I was in it …
. . .
I sit at the pier in the dark, facing north, my feet dipping into the water. Dressed in a random T-shirt and rolled-up jeans to keep them dry, I take in the stillness of the night. Behind me, someone sits on the west side of the pier, silent, fishing, unwilling to talk.
I watch the gentle sway of the trees and the mesmerizing ripples on the water as the sun sets, casting a calming glow. Swans, ducks, frogs, and crickets blend their sounds into the evening chorus, while fish swim happily beneath the surface. A deep sense of peace washes over me.
I begin to ramble. Turning around, I see the person behind me—holding onto a quiet pain, unspoken yet heavy. They continue fishing, their focus unwavering. As I take in their breathtaking features, I notice something missing. The spark I once saw in them has faded.
I spoke softly, my voice trembling. “All the blue chemical fire can come after me—all the painful words that have been spoken about how ugly I am.” My voice cracked. Emotion welled up, exposing the depth of my pain. I struck a match, and it flared to life with a vivid blue flame. It clung to the stick, dancing hypnotically. “They can tell me I have a big nose or eyes that look too Chinese. They can say I’ll never achieve my dream job. That I’ll never thrive as a Deaf person. All the hate lingers in the air—because that’s the air we breathe—and this blue fire burns everywhere around us.”
I dipped my hand into the lake, then lifted it, extending a silent gesture—one of longing, of waiting for someone to take my hand. But no one did. Water dripped onto the pier below.
I continued speaking softly. “That blue fire.” I paused for only a moment before continuing. “It stops with me.” Steadying my voice, I found strength in my words. “I won’t spread more of that blue fire. All the hatred that pierced into me—some like sharp knives slicing deep, others like dull blades leaving aching wounds, the blood of their cruelty oozing from within. The punches that landed against my body, the screams that rang in my ears, the hateful words spat directly in my face—it all stops with me.” I turned to the flickering blue flame and blew. The fire went out.
Standing up, I looked at the person who hadn’t moved an inch. I reached for their hand, drawing their attention. They reeled in their fishing line and set it down gently, their expression a mix of confusion and curiosity. Without a word, I pulled them behind me, leading them to the edge of the pier where sand met wood.
Letting go, I crouched down, picking up two stones and some tinder, attempting to spark a fire. The person behind me shifted to my right, watching intently yet still lost in confusion. I switched to rubbing two sticks together, growing frustrated as nothing ignited. Sensing my struggle, they bent down, ready to help—but I caught their hand and shook my head. No.
I looked into their beautiful, searching eyes. Slowly, I moved my hand from their arm to my chest. And from within me, I pulled out a fire—not blue this time, but red, dancing and alive in my palm. Their eyes widened in shock, confusion deepening at the impossibility of it. Without hesitation, I moved my hand toward their chest and tapped. The red fire disappeared into them.
I whispered, “Sorry for the off-key.” Then, without warning, I sprang to my feet, ran to the edge of the pier, arms wide open, and shouted with every ounce of feeling I had left, “I am Titannnnniummmmm!” A burst of energy exploded beneath me, expanding like a bubble, enveloping both me and this beautiful soul. The wind roared, lifting my hair as it danced wildly around me.
As I walked back, I saw them standing there—wearing a sweater, jeans, and a cap. Our eyes met. From a short distance away, I lifted my hands to the sky and shouted, “You’ve got fireworks! You have the dream—now run toward it! RUN!”
. . .
Back at the house, lying on my bed, I suddenly opened my eyes and whispered as if they were in the same room, as if they could hear me.
“You are titanium.”
My heart burst with belief, sending it their way.
Thank you for taking the time to read my daydream story—one that appeared to me out of nowhere. I simply wanted to share it with you, my readers. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed bringing it to life.
With love,
SONGS: Madilyn Bailey “Titanium” ** Katy Perry “Fireworks”
NOTE: I use chatgpt for grammar work to help me tell the story better. The vision / story is mine.
This is one of many deep thoughts that I’m willing to share with my readers.
All-4-One
” I was singing in verbal then there are certain songs I would do in ASL / English-ish. I was really paying attention this song and it stop me cold on the phrase “I never make a PROMISE ” The song kept going but my signing stopped at the word promise. I froze. In my memory, it unfold what I saw as a child like it was a movie.
For the people who truly know me as a person KNOWS that I will not promise to anything. Like L I T E R A L L Y. I will not promise you to do something and have it done. People seems to get frustrated with me and I just flat out refused. I will say I will try but I will not promise.
Here why –
During my middle school, I was in gym class and I was watching it unfold before my own eyes. It started between two people yelling at each other in sign language and they were EXTREMELY mad. The hands were seriously flying fast but I understood what they were saying. Before I know it, other students were pushing those two kids apart then other people starts to get mad at other student and it just gets bigger and bigger. Teachers walked back in and stopped the whole thing in instant. Here what happen – One person was promising on something then didn’t act on it. The another person really took it in heart and said ” you promised.” Shortly after that event, I start seeing it in other relationships and people were saying it to me easily like they don’t really meant it. Then this song came and I really connected to that song.
BE meaningful. Don’t push aside your words. Are you REALLY caring for that person? If not, then why are you continuing speaking to that person? Why are you lingering them on? Why do you keep those toxic people in your lives? Do you really mean EVERY single word you spoke?
Again, this is why I don’t ” promise ” anything but to my marriage. I promised this man my whole heart and he turned my world upside down. Will I trust next guy? I don’t know if I can.
If any one I feel are toxic to me or to my life, I will walk away without a word. I will literally disappeared from your life. I have done it to my own family members. I don’t keep them in my lives anymore. Why should I? Yeah, they’re my blood but there is NO reason for those type of people behaved the way they did toward me. None. I also have walked out of my Deaf community LIKE literally. THE IDENTITY of who I am. I have walked away from them for over 15 years. SO… if you do something toxic to me and I feel I’ve given you enough chances, your out. The trust is VERY fragile right now because of what I’m dealing with in my personal life. With EVERYone around me. It doesn’t matter who you are to me.
The word Promise is something you should ponder on.
Have a good day. ”
I also want to add that people have told me that they would promise something as if it was a hand out. I flat out refused to take it from them which truly frustrates them. They have learned that they will not say the word promise to me.
What are your thoughts on the word, “Promise” and what does it means to you?
Stay Well,
IMPORTANT NOTE – I do not claim any photos in this post.
Stepping outside, the sun blares brightly, hitting everything in sight. Those days when the sunlight is so intense you have to shield your eyes—those are the best. The warmth of the air hugs my skin, while a gentle breeze brushes against me, inviting me to breathe in the city’s scent. I catch it all—the hint of trash, the exhaust from passing cars and trucks, a trace of ocean saltiness, the rough scent of cement from the road, and even the faint burn of something unknown. Occasionally, I catch the smell of fire pits, someone grilling, or the fresh scent of laundry venting from a dryer.
Here I am, I’m just wearing: a dark olive-green ribbed tank top and blue jeans. My dark chocolate and golden-brown hair, streaked with hints of gray, is pulled back into a ponytail. My eyes are a sea blue, framed by black glasses. My black hearing aids sit proudly behind my ears. I’ve been told once or twice they look like headphones—people often assume I’m listening to music. But trust me, if I were, you’d hear it from my earbuds. In one hand, I’m usually holding my phone to stay connected with someone during my walk, for safety. Sometimes, I carry a bottle of water to stay hydrated.
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Whenever I hit the sidewalk, I take a deep breath and look around, noticing how many people are out and about, or how many cars are rolling down the street. My hearing aids are on, so I hear snippets of voices and the booming of competing music as if each song is battling for volume. I dismiss it and walk on—it’s none of my business, and besides, I can ignore it. I’m Deaf, plain and simple. I just know the music will fade behind me as I move from one neighborhood to the next.
The sidewalk is my only true companion. I hear children screaming, laughing, or yelling something I can’t understand. But I know it’s them—I can recognize the tones through my hearing aids. And then there are my enemies: the moving machines on wheels. Too many drivers seem to think “paying attention” is optional. So, I stick to the trusty sidewalk and stay mindful of my surroundings.
As I take turns left and right to navigate my way to my final stop, I become even more alert to vehicles, people walking, running, biking, rollerskating, skateboarding, and if any animals may come after me or toward me.
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This memory takes me back to my school years. I was walking with a friend, chatting in sign language. We were laughing and having a great time. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed two Rottweilers charging toward us. It wasn’t the playful kind of approach—it was clear they weren’t happy.
My friend started backing away, preparing to run, while I stood my ground. I did my best to project authority, summoning all the confidence I could muster, and made a verbal noise—a sound that, as far as I can remember, has always worked for me in such situations.
The dogs were now in the middle of the road, so I pointed back in the direction they had come from. To my surprise, they halted immediately and their aggression dissipated. Within moments, their owner came running through the gate and called them back. The dogs happily turned and trotted back to him.
When I turned to look at my friend, her face was a mix of shock and disbelief. She explained that those dogs had chased her before, and there were even reports of them biting people. She couldn’t believe I had managed to stop them so effortlessly, something she had never been able to do.
The photo below to give my Readers some idea of what Rottweiler looks like if you have never seen one. It is not the same dogs that I personally contracted with.
As we move from my memory to my walking experience, I became alert to my emotions, I feel anxious, restless, grumpy emotion, sad, stressed out, and self-aware of how I looked but in the same emotion, I was feeling little fuck you attitude. I do constantly realize how tight my muscles are from all the anxiety that it was causing.
10 minutes go by, and the emotions of self-aware but fuck attitude disappear quick. As I look at the trees, taking in the houses that have beautiful front yard settings, to what the heck is in your yard, the beauty of the ocean, kids playing around in the soccer field that could be a game or a practice, and/or goofing around in the playground, to people just walking their dogs. Depending on what time of the day I do my walks, I would see children excitedly running away from the bus toward their loved ones. I love seeing flowers, and different types of plants that are throughout the neighborhood, and birds sitting on a branch nearby as they sing their songs. This is also the time, I tend to have muscles cramping so if I was going a bit too fast, I would slow down which tend to help. Sometimes, I had to really slow down as if I was crawling to allow my body rest a little bit before I pick up my speed again as I increase slowly to knowledge the soreness level. This whole cramping tend to take about 5 to 15 minutes before I catch my pace again.
The feelings of stress, anxiety, and restlessness calmed like you would watch boiled water boiling so hard because there was heat underneath. When there was no heat it caused the boil to become smaller and smaller to the point it became flat on the surface. That is what it feels like for me when my emotions are calm and quiet. As I pound on the cement moving my foot in front of another, I would start feeling different emotions about a situation that would randomly pop up in my head ranging from a memory as a small child, or something that I am struggling with the situation, to the possibility of feeling hurt from situations that I can’t seem to escape from. I will be honest with you I have a harder time remembering the good times because it is rare. I find myself more often than not just thinking about something I felt I was not heard and I just screamed in my head to the point I do have tears flowing down from my eyes. I would wipe it away and just tell myself, ” There is nothing I can do about it because I did what I could.” OH, I need to cross the street, cool, no cars coming in my direction. I am safe on another side of the sidewalk. As I continue with … “They’ll never understand what I am going through because they have it while I don’t.” and/or “Why can’t they just hear me out and try to work with me” and more often, I tell myself, “They don’t care so why should I waste my energy on them?” Then I have those moments of trying to puzzle solve the situation and more often than not, I’ve come back with talking it out with the person I have issues with. When I’m dealing with a group of people, so for years, I’ve always wanted to get on the stage and just scream at people. It will never happen because I do have stage fright but, all I wanted was for people to stop hurting other people and start opening their hearts and listening.
After wrestling with my own emotions, I would look up and I have reached my final spot and that is normally the 2 and half miles mark. Honestly, any mile marker that I’ve reached is normally when everything shifted underneath me. I tap the local Zoo sign that I’ve achieved reaching that goal. That brought a smile to my face and at that point, I didn’t give a frack what other people were thinking when I tapped the sign. I succeeded. I felt happy. I have reached my goal.
As I was getting ready to turn my body 90 degrees and walk on, I snapped out of the deep emotions I was in and took a deep breath. As I finished turning fully, I was facing people who were walking behind me who would smile and/or say their hello but all I could give was a smile. As a walker for years, I’ve picked up a habit that whenever someone walks past me, I just tip my head as my hello. I tend to have many misunderstandings but whenever I am with my child, they would translate what strangers normally say ranging from, “Hello, how are you?”, “Beautiful day” to “Hello Ma’am” to some random comment that happened at that moment.
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From that point on, I would lift my phone to start texting random people so that I can throw random thoughts to spark a conversation and it goes from there. I would look around my surroundings even though, I have been doing that already. I would hear car honking at other cars, or sirens going off rushing to either chase someone or rescue them from whatever situation they’re in. Cars have their windows down and just BLAST music so loud that I can actually understand what music categories they’re listening. Birds chirping off somewhere nearby. There was one time I heard an owl hoot and I halted immediately and then went “Whoa! I cannot believe I heard that” Then I started looking for it but I wasn’t successfully finding it. There was one town that did rock painting and they would hide the beautiful rocks. I find myself having fun hunting those. There were days when I would pick up my speed to see if I could get a faster time as I timed myself. I find something to play if the mood strikes. Sometimes, I just mellowed out and just taking in the scenery. There are time to time, I would stop in and say hello to my hearing friends and check in to see how they were doing.
Sept in Massachusetts as you can see my excitement here.
Before reaching the house, I would wind down my speed so I could allow my body to get ready to rest and bring the heart rate down. This is when I can really pay attention to my body, and I want to say that I had been paying attention through-out but slowing down seems to increase sensations throughout the body. I tend to feel sore but it is a good sore. My whole body feels light and relaxed. My head gets this little buzzing mixture of blood pumping, alert, the sense of accomplishment of reaching the goal, refreshed, and ready for whatever comes my way. There is a sense of tiredness from walking. It is not exhausting like ” I am SO tired from lack of sleep ” but more like I need a quick moment of sitting down and having water to drink then I’m back up and ready to go type of tired. I normally feel a sense of connection to myself like I’m more closer to me than I was an hour earlier. I feel more calmer and lighter to myself. People seem to be more happier to talk with me whenever I’m in that state of mind and I enjoy being around positive people. I also find myself little more in the center of myself whenever I’m around negative people and I feel I make more better decisions whenever I’m in that mental state.
That is free magic that is available to you daily.
I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoy writing this. Thank you.
Every year, I used to share what cookies I would be making that year on my personal Facebook page, which I no longer use. I would do 10 cookies one year, then 5 cookies or 3 or 5 again. It’s random, depending on how many parties I have and how much interaction I have with people that year.
This year it is just me and my two children and 2 crazy kitties. Small batch of cookies this year. So here are the list of cookies.
Chocolate Chip Cookies
Butterscotch chip cookies
M & M cookies
Sorry, today is a very short post. Have a great one.
I have been hanging around Twitch and Tubi. I have been fighting this infection for 3 months trying to get it reduced to a bearable level and/or have it disappeared. We couldn’t get it disappeared because it was definitely fighting back. I’m now slowly regaining my energy back because I finally had that operation in the third week of November.
Right before November began, I ordered a Yorkie bar—a chocolate that’s only available in the UK. Fun fact: Yorkie bars were once marketed as being “not for girls.” But, being the rebel I am, I ignored that ridiculous idea and bought some anyway. They arrived on the day of my surgery, so I had to wait until a few days after Thanksgiving to finally try them. Let me tell you, that chocolate was so good. I’m honestly shocked they’re not available in the U.S. If you haven’t tried a Yorkie bar, I highly recommend it—it’s worth every penny. You can find them on Amazon. And no, I’m not talking about York Peppermint Patties. Yorkie bars are a whole different vibe—no mint, just pure chocolate goodness!
After monitoring for about a month, I ended up taking my Ash to a 24-hour clinic. His bathroom didn’t look healthy, and while he was eating, drinking, playing, and sleeping as usual, something just felt off. I wasn’t sure if it was something to really worry about, so I called the clinic to discuss whether there was anything I could do at home. They recommended bringing him in for a check-up, so off we went the next day.
Three weeks later, with no improvement, I had to take him back. The vet suggested running some tests if things hadn’t improved, so that’s what we did. Thankfully, all the results came back good, but they didn’t fully answer my concerns. However, one test revealed something unexpected: my Ash is asthmatic. This diagnosis was a bit of a surprise, but it’s good to have some answers. Now, all I ask is for you to send some good vibes his way. My little guy could use them as we navigate this together.
I thought it was cute Snapchat filter photo of Ash.
My children and I had our turkey meal day on Saturday and it was a good day overall. We had ours early due to the room in the fridge. I knew if we waited until Thursday, the turkey wasn’t going to make it. I am proud of my oldest kid dong the turkey all themselves. We had turkey, hawaiian stuffing, smash potatoes, corn, and let’s not forget gravy. After dinner was made, we had a good several hours of just chatting with each other and enjoying each other’s company. We were too stuffed to have any dessert but we did have apple pie with vanilla ice cream the next day.
How was your Turkey Day go? Who did you share your meals with?
I am here to update what have been happening in my world for 2 months now. There isn’t really much to tell, quite honestly. This is still ongoing battle with the infection. The infection has been really kicking my energy out, that for sure. My children have step up in the kitchen and I’m grateful.
My little Ash is increasing his cuddle-ness. This morning, Ash decided to plop himself on my chest for the first time so I was definitely excited about that. I’m looking forward to seeing more Ash and me time together.
Ash. ❤
We’re noticing both cats, Ash and Calcifer (Cal) are starting to put themselves into our social chat moments. (( Cal’s owner is by one of my children. We adopted both cats few days of each other. ))
Calcifer (Cal)
Since the energy has been drained, I have been enjoying TV shows such as, “Long Lost Family (UK) ” “The Floor ” “The Masked Singer ” ” Crime Scene Kitchen ” “The Quiz with Balls” “WildFire ” with Genevieve Padalecki in it along with probably 2 or 3 movies. In my watch list, there are no horror movies and/or TV shows. The last horror movie that I’ve watch are Joy Ride (2001) which I cannot remember what year I watched. At the time when I watch this movie, it triggered something in my mentally and I just couldn’t watch any horror movies after that. I did tempt ” Carrie ” movie either in 2012 or 2013. There was a scene in the movie that has police knocking their door, but my (ex) husband and I heard double knocks. We looked at each other questioning. It was late at night and our children were asleep. We were VERY unsure if that was a real life knock so we decided to pause the movie. He open the door and standing there was local police handing him a court order for his brother. (The brother was going through a divorce at the time.) Right after that, I was done. I just couldn’t continue to watch the Carrie movie. I was already intense because of the movie then having a real police officer showing up at our door was just little too much. The movie was turned off. No more horror stuff.
I have hopped on Twitch world and watch streamer playing their games and I find myself really enjoying watching them. I’ve watch Deaf and Hearing streamers. There is a streamer that likes to do horror games, and I think his relaxing demeanor is helping me to be okay with it so far. There was a funny moment last night that he actually did a small jumped during the game of ” The Quiet Place: The Road Ahead ” and that send me laughter. I will admit, I do miss watching horror movies because my first horror movie was and I kid you not, ” IT ” as a child, probably seven? years old. I’m not quite sure of my age at the time but yup, I actually sat down with my sisters and watched the movie. (( I was told few years ago that my mother never allowed me to watch IT. OOPS! ))
Alrighty, I’m going to hop off and get this posted. Please have a great Happy Halloween and please stay safe in the dark.
My 21 years old is dressing up this year as Crowley from “Good Omens.” What are your planned to dressed up this year? Out of the years that you’ve dressed up, do you have a favorite costume? I would love to read your costume stories.
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