|Posted by Anna H. on June 5, 2015 at 3:35 AM|
How's it going my gumdrops? I meant to post another blog earlier this week, but I have been dealing with my share of health problems. On Monday night, my oldest aunt had to rush me to the hospital. My lower left calf's been cramping, since May 21st.
While I was at the hospital, a doctor diagnosed it as being Tarsal Tunnel Syndrome. I have never heard of Tarsal Tunnel Syndrome, until Monday night. Ya learn something new everyday!
In addition to my leg cramping, I briefly mentioned in last week's Song Saturday blog, that I had been feeling nauseated, since Memorial Day. My nausea keeps fluctuating. Luckily, I haven't vomited or anything like that but it's kinda like "Get off the pot or shit already!" You know what I mean? We spent so much time focusing on my lower left calf and left foot, that we forgot about my nausea. During that time, my nausea temporarily left.
Hopefully, I won't feel nauseated on my birthday. Not this Sunday, but next Sunday will be my birthday. Therefore, I don't know if I will be posting a Cartoon Sunday. I may just skip it. We'll see how everything goes.
On another note, I had this really odd dream the other day. Considering the timing, it was a bit strange. Those, who have been subscribed to me for the last 2 years already know, that I published a Blogster entry about Gremlins and its audio books.
Because there are always new gumdrops joining, it would not hurt to re-share a past Blogster entry about the Gremlins Audio Books.
As I was saying, I had a strange dream about Gremlins, the other day. I was going down our basement stairs (I haven't visited our basement, since the last days of The Bush Administration). A shadow of strange-looking ears flopped around with highly pitched cackling. I peeped around the corner of our basement and noticed there were Gremlins. They turned our basement into a recreational lounge!
Staring with both eyes, I did a double-take, while asking myself, "What the hell? Am I hallucinating or something?!" This led to yours truly grabbing 1 of our many brooms. My family will tell you, that I am always killing bugs (mostly spiders) with a broom.
LOTS of damage can be done with a thick piece of wood and twigs, if you put enough force into it.
After putting on my gym shoes and grabbing a broom, I ran downstairs yelling, "GET UP! GET YOUR UGLY ASS UP, RIGHT NOW!!!" There was 1 Gremlin lounging on his bean bag, while giving me a cocky look.
"Don't give me that look. You know what I said just now. Get up or I'll make you." Because he wanted to be a defiant demon, I whacked him upside the head with my broom.
Out of nowhere, another Gremlin threw a knife at me from the side. He didn't stab me. However, he did graze the side of my face. "This is the part where you start running. That knife just costed you your life." That smug, piece of shit Gremlin, that was lounging on his bean bag finally got up and wanted to fight me.
"Oh, now you wanna do somethin', huh?" I took the end of the broomstick and jabbed him in the eyes with it, as he squealed.
Next thing I knew, the knife throwing Gremlin jumped on my back. I bit his slimy hand so hard, that he bled profusely. Then, I crushed it and began using him as a shield for the other Gremlin, that wanted to fight me.
The pompous lounger ended up killing his jumping friend. When he killed the jumper by accident, I chased that lounger around the house, until I was finally able to break my broom in 1/2, stake him, and force the broom through his throat.
Finally, I woke up that afternoon (The daytime's my Vampire Sleeping Hours) and asked myself, "What the fuck was that all about?" Then, I remembered that it is June.
June 8, 2015, will officially be 31 years, since the release of the movie, Gremlins. 6 days later, I will be turning 33.
Talk about strange! I'll leave you with these interesting facts.
Mogwai is an ambiguous word. In Cantonese, it can mean "monster," "evil spirit," "devil," or "demon." According to what I recently learned on Wikipedia, Mogwais [魔怪] exist in Chinese folklores. Supposedly, they are harm-inflicting demons, that reproduce during the mating seasons.
A Mogwai's reproduction is normally triggered by rain. The rain is suppose to denote "rich and full times ahead." Mogwais can also personify ghosts of unrelated family members, that swear vengeance on mortals, who caused them anguish when they were still alive. Learning can sometimes be so very interesting.
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