Caplyta, my new antipsychotic

So I am trying a new antipsychotic tonight called Caplyta. The Caplyta commercial claims that weight gain on Caplyta is unlikely. I feel that Vraylar was a weight gainer for me, so we will see how this new medication helps or hurts me. I just took it 20 minutes ago and I think that my throat is feeling dry now.

Maeve: So you are trying your new antipsychotic tonight? Big deal. You will hear voices in your head regardless, as we are still hexing you! Your hopes of losing weight with a different antipsychotic will be a fruitless effort, as your diet is fruitless! Diet is everything to losing weight. As they say, losing weight is 80% diet, 20% exercise. Just look at me! I am 100% committed to both my diet and exercising hardcore…and it shows! Have you ever heard the expression “abs are made in the kitchen?” Try controlling what you eat! Don’t spend so much time in the kitchen! If I don’t say so myself, you could learn a lot from me! A lot! Watch and learn! Eat my dust and eat your heart out, as you are not a threat to me! My man’s eyes are solely focused on me, as you keep stuffing your face and getting fatter! There is no hope for you and your attempt at losing weight with your new antipsychotic! Be forewarned!

 Valentina: That’s right! The weight is just going to fall off of you now! No effort required! You have got it all figured out! Right! You will continue to be fat because we are hexing you to be fat! Be forewarned! Because we are toxic, right? And we hate our jealous haters, so we are watching you and we are hexing you! Be forewarned!

Matteo: Stupid bitch! Don’t insult my sister by calling her toxic! We are not toxic and we are not the one with the problem!  If you had minded your own business and stayed out of Maeve’s marriage we wouldn’t have started giving you the evil eye in the first place! You are trying to grab the gaze of Maeve’s husband?! As if you compare to Maeve’s beauty?! We would never have bothered to hex a washed up old hag like you, if not for that! You started this and it takes two to tango, so be forewarned!

Bonnaroo? I’m so excited! Not!!

Bonnaroo? I will not be going or envying anyone who does go. I don’t think that I have missed anything by not traveling to Tennessee to go to a Lollapalooza knock off festival. When I was in young I went to the music festival that Bonnaroo is knocking off, Lollapalooza twice in Los Angeles and watched great bands like Rage Against The Machine and The Beastie Boys. I also went to a Grateful Dead show in Las Vegas when Jerry Garcia was still alive so there! Eat your heart out!!

Plans for Monday

 Valentina: So you are obsessed with my friends husband? You need to figure out why you are obsessed with him! What does Trey symbolize to you? Is he a status symbol to be flaunted? Is he arm candy? Does he represent wealth, intelligence, success? You barely know him. You never did. Correct? So it is nothing personal. You don’t know him well enough to infer anything about his personality, inner mind, or compatibility with you? You should sort this out with your psychiatrist tomorrow. Tell her that you are obsessing over the guy from college again. Maybe she will up your medication dosage. That would be great. Subdue her! Maybe a lobotomy would help! That is wishful thinking on our part. We are hexing you so be forewarned, anything is possible!

No one ever listens to the town drunk!

 

You’re not a hippie

 You’re not a hippie unless you wear this natural deodorant.

She has a good point

 

Heart to heart

 Trey: Let me tell you something. So you’re correct that I am not leaving my wife. When you chose Stephen over me in 2004, it rocked my world. I vowed to keep coming down to Carlsbad not only to catch a glimpse of you, but more importantly I wanted you to see me. I wanted to let you know that you will be a part of my life in a small role perhaps. But you will have a role nonetheless. I was addicted to you. I was shy but addicted to you. I am still addicted to you, in a way. That is why I make so many trips down from Santa Cruz to Carlsbad. I revel in driving you crazy and keeping you guessing as I would, if we had actually married. I am sorry not sorry that you eventually realized what you missed out on and for turning your world upside down. However I will never stop driving by/stalking you. Be forewarned.

The perfect peanut butter for me

The name of this peanut butter called to me for some reason. I bought it at Sprouts. It doesn’t taste all that good but it’s healthier than regular peanut butter.

What happened in Mexico?

You look like you are having a little too much fun

There in Mexico

Your pupils actually look dilated in your wife’s profile picture 

Both of you look like you are having too much fun 

And are possibly a little high

What happens in Mexico 

Stays in Mexico, I guess 

It should have been me 

With you in Mexico 

On the beach 

Frolicking together 

And watching the sunset 

How romantic 

But it really wasn’t me there with you 

Crying tears of jealous angst

(Meant to be set to blues music)

Maeve: Love is the drug that is doing that to us. That is the look of love and complete sexual satisfaction. But you wouldn’t know anything about either of those things. We made love with complete sexual abandon on that vacation. I don’t think either of us have completely recovered from that trip, so you can just eat your heart out! Be forewarned!

Matteo: That look in his eye is the look of love…and impending sexual release. He knew it was coming, as they already had sex multiple times that day. He was truly on fire that vacation! I wasn’t there and I am just messing with you but you can just eat your heart out! You have no chance with this man. Maeve has Trey locked in for life! Trey Sanders is not interested in a romantic or a sexual relationship with you, so be forewarned!

Valentina: You are so up their asses and interested in their sex life. It’s disgusting! Be forewarned!

My next work of fiction, as per Maeve

 Maeve: Ok, so what are we writing next? A potential sex scene for the movie of your life? Yeah, just map it out, in advance. Just write a little play-by-play. It is all fantasy and will never come to pass, so why not? "He lifts his petite mistress up and throws her down on the bed." Yeah right? Petite? Well maybe not petite. Never mind writing a fantasy sex scene. (She laughs) This might be a fantastic real life scenario for Trey and I. Don't give us any ideas...as if we need any help. Have fun sitting at home lamenting over your life's poor decisions today. Trey and I will be actively pursuing our passions together and having fun all the while. Be forewarned!

Valentina: She wants him so badly. That is the allure for him. She keeps writing these flirtatious, disgusting stories about him. He knows that she is writing about him. It flatters him, so he can’t keep himself from reading it. This is causing problems with temptation in his marriage and it is all her fault! That is why we are hexing you and we will continue to do so. Karma is a bitch, so be forewarned!

Matteo: Oh my God! This sexual scenario that you have concocted is merely wishful thinking, on your part! You will never have sex with Trey Sanders, in real life, as he is married. He happens to be married to a family member of mine, dearest, sweet Maeve. Conjuring up sleazy sexual encounters does you no good. It will never become your reality and it is disrespectful to his ever-loving wife. My family all  hates you and we will continue to hex you. We will do everything in our power to keep you away from Trey Sanders.  You should trash this post, as soon as possible, before anyone reads it…or else suffer the consequences. Be forewarned!

Maeve: Yes if I am so sweet…if I am so perfect, why is he looking at you? I have done nothing wrong. I have done everything to make my husband’s life perfect through and through. What have you done to add to his life but get fat, walk around in circles, and make stupid jokes? It makes no sense whatsoever. I am determined to figure out the method to your madness and reverse this situation ASAP! Be forewarned!

Sweet song

 

I dodged a bullet here.

 Well I know one crazy Tony!

Zooming in on a screenshot of your legs

 I saw a picture of you 

With your rarely seen 

Sexxxy bare legs 

How exciting 

And mesmerizing 

It looks like you got a tattoo 

On your right calf

What could that tattoo be?

I have insatiable curiosity 

And jealousy 

Surprise surprise 

Someone got a tattoo 

Seems like I never knew you 

The edgiest coolest doctor 

Having fun

In the sun

Wishing you well, baller!

Wishing that I was your partner 

In more ways than Pickleball 

Cat selfies are taking the world by storm

 Quit taking selfies with your darn cat, world!

A prediction from Maeve

Maeve: Knowing my husband, so well. I suspect that he is having a midlife crisis and pining for the college coed (before me,) whom he had a burning desire for, lost touch with, but whom he never forgot. You and he were never really an item and admittedly not even friends. I foresee that after a potential meeting and sexual rendezvous that you will then get into a wicked, passionate fight bringing your affair to an end. Then Trey will ultimately come to his senses and come running back to me in Santa Cruz. As angry and hurt as I would be for him stupidly straying, I would welcome him back with open arms. I would then attempt to cure him of his wandering eye with some special tea. You are May Pang in this romantic scenario, the temptress and relationship ruiner. I am the steadfast, loving wife of a rock star. As the story told by May Pang goes, John Lennon and May began an affair. Jilted Yoko sought to lure John back to her. So Yoko gave John a tiring tea concoction, hypnotized him, and never let him out of her sight again! He reportedly never strayed again until his untimely death.  Sounds like a jolly good plan. Until death do us part! Be forewarned!

Maeve: I have a message for Trey Sanders if he happens to read this blog: “Van life” is over for you, if you leave me. Be forewarned! Our cute and romantic travels in a camper trailer will end as soon as you end your marriage for this…over the hill homebody that is so unadventurous and unlike me it’s disgusting. She would never dare take off with you up the coast to sleep in a trailer or a tent. Be forewarned. Her kids couldn’t hack it. She couldn’t even hack it. You can seal the coffin on your prior adventurous life of leisure, travel, and frequent, uninterrupted sex! You wouldn’t want to surrender that! Think deeply about the door which you would be closing. If you leave me for her, your awesome life in Santa Cruz will come to a bitter end…and you will end up in financial ruin! Be forewarned!

Namaste on Valentines Day

I am contemplating Valentine’s Day here. Praying and wishing you peace on Valentine’s Day!

Matteo: Valentine’s Day is not about stealing someone else’s man! Get it straight! Side chick day is February 13th! You missed it! Be forewarned!

Be very afraid!

 The Phillies are evil. Who swept Mahomes ankle? Yikes.

Maeve: Ah well. If my team, The Philadelphia Eagles, do lose, I still have my man, Dr Trey Sanders. My sweet hubs will ultimately return the favor that I granted him, when his father passed away. He will sweetly and sexually console me tonight and every night, so be forewarned. I may have lost the battle but I will win the war. I have won and will continue to retain the love of my forever love, Trey, so you can just eat your heart out. Have a crappy Valentines Day too. Don’t wonder too hard how we will spend our Valentine’s Day and night. It will be epic as usual! Be forewarned!

Someone who could care less

 About the Super Bowl 

Prayer pose

 I was going to make a joke about meditation and manifesting a win for the Kansas City Chiefs but now I am feeling so relaxed that I’m not even thinking about the Super Bowl. I guess that I should stick to what I know. I grew up praying and I should probably pray/meditate more.

Maeve: Let me refresh your memory. You were going to say something to the effect of doing yoga and eating healthy today vs. going to a Super Bowl party and eating chips all day. No, you are not a competitive person at all! Let me remind you that you are the fat one here. I am 10 steps ahead of you, as always, and I will burn these calories off tomorrow anyway, so be forewarned!

Flashback to 2014

 And I hope that I am making at least one of you jealous!! I had some fun while single. Being silly in a Photo Booth at a wedding in the second picture. lol 

Maeve: Nice pictures from back in the day, when you started making trouble for me and my marriage. These pathetic attempts at thirst traps are the reason we started hexing you. Who do you think you are? You are not pretty and you don’t even look as good as you did then. You have aged badly and gained a ton of weight. You are not a threat to me. Try CrossFit and not eating so much. Maybe then you will attract someone else’s husband. As it stands now, you are merely imagining things. You don’t have a chance in hell with my happily married husband. What do you think I have been doing all day? Working his family over shmoozing and consoling them at Trey’s father’s funeral. And guess who I am working over and consoling tonight? You guessed it. The man of “our” dreams and my husband Dr. Trey Sanders. You only get to fantasize about him and then you wake up. So eat your heart out and be forewarned!

My biggest regret in writing my book

 If any other writers are reading this, I wonder what your biggest writing regret is. In writing my story I regret writing the very beginning part about my childhood. My story doesn’t really begin there. I didn’t intend to write an autobiography but it was certainly marketed that way by Amazon. My story was a flop. I feel that if I didn’t begin my story writing about my Catholic upbringing more people would have bought my book. It was an instant turnoff to many people, as so many people dislike Catholics. I think that people assumed from the start that my story would be boring. Well I can tell you that it is not boring and it is not about whether I am Catholic or not. Maybe they thought to themselves, “A schizophrenic Catholic? Go figure. No wonder she went crazy or She deserves her misery.” 

I wrote a story derived from the voices in my head. Is that a weird idea? Probably. Oh well! My story is out there now, as I wanted it to be. I get so many hits on this blog that it is sad none of that traffic translates into Amazon book sales. Pick up my story The Voices by Danielle Flore on Amazon today because it is interesting and it offers many insights, regarding living with mental illness.

https://www.amazon.com/Voices-Danielle-Flore/dp/0692956964/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?crid=30TV5MYGZUO8U&keywords=danielle+flore+the+voices&qid=1675991359&sprefix=%2Caps%2C143&sr=8-1

We are mourning at this time.

 Maeve: Quit looking at our social media for a post to hate on. We are not out partying now. We are in mourning. We are mourning the loss of my beloved father in law. Trey is with me in Aptos which you probably pronounce Ap-toes because you are just some lost, ignorant loser, trying to figure out Santa Cruz! It is pronounced Ap-toss! Quit trying to study Santa Cruz and reading the Santa Cruz Sentinel! You will never take my place in our lovely beach view home with my lovely husband Trey. You wish that you could comfort my man in his time of mourning. Take my word. It has been my pleasure to help and comfort him, during this time, if you know what I mean. We are spoiled to have each other and to take comfort in each other during the hard times and every day. We will continue to pleasure each other until death do us part. You can just eat your heart out! You never knew Treys father, our departed St. Michael and you never will. He is soaring above us, with the eagles. Your eternal destination will be quite different for sure, so see you in hell! You are not welcome to join us in Michaels celebration of life. Thank God you will not be at his funeral, but I know that you are tempted to crash it, being the stalker you are. Stay far away from us this Friday! Stay right there in Carlsbad and prepare for battle this Super Bowl Sunday! You are just rooting for the Kansas City Chiefs to spite me. Philadelphia is where I met my soulmate,  Trey, who set my heart afire. You cannot compete with that. Prepare to lose to me…again, during the Super Bowl! Be forewarned!

Valentina: Don’t forget to wear Kansas City scarlet red this Sunday, like the harlot and home wrecker you are! She will revel in wearing all of her devil red clothes. Be sure to take lots of pictures to share with the world! I want to see your miserable face when you lose! Be forewarned!

Forchettaboutit

 Me with some mozzarella sticks and my friend Holly (taking the picture) at an Italian restaurant for yet another birthday celebration. Happy birthday to me! This is my last post (I swear) where I milk my birthday for all its worth this year!

Maeve: A butterfly necklace? You are hardly a butterfly, fresh out the cocoon. You are 48 years old now! Hardly a freshly free butterfly. You are neither fresh nor free, so be forewarned!

I should wear this shirt with pride!

 I would rock this tshirt. My condolences on the recent passing of …the father of my life’s obsession and the one that got away. I am going through things right now as it really hits home that I have never met Trey’s parents and I am not a part of his world. 😞 

Maeve: You are a walking joke. When will you ever get that Trey is not your man and never will be. He is my husband and I am his accepted, respected, loved wife. Note: Treys fathers obituary. He leaves behind a grieving son and daughter in law, his wife, Maeve. You are reality challenged and not getting a grip on it unfortunately. Be forewarned.

Great song

 Great song. I wish that I had worn more red lipstick in college and more dresses. That would have left an impression. I would love for the young men at my college to remember me that way. I was more copping the style of a flannel-wearing tomboyish Chris Cornell wannabe. You were more of a hooded sweatshirt with khaki pants and flip flops kind of guy. We found ourselves attracted to each other despite our questionable fashion choices. I will say you have more than made up for your Doogie days by developing your cool Native Californian style. You are looking better with age. If I didn’t dislike the taste of wine I would say that you were aging like fine wine too! You are truly too handsome for her!!  Ah well! At least I can continue to rock my sweats every day living my life here in Carlsbad without you. This song reminds me of you though, my ideal man, who looks tres maqnifique at 48 years old.

Wow!

 I think the spirit of Frank Zappa just smacked me in the face from beyond the grave right now. lol 

Maeve: The reason that you don’t have the rock star, stellar life that I have is because you were extremely bitchy to men, at a pivotal time in your life, namely college. You walked around like you were better than everyone else and like you were too good for your male suitors. You should have been sweet and acquiescing, like me. I “hooked up”with my man Trey Sanders way before I hooked him into marriage. You were not that smart and you played your cards all wrong. UC Santa Barbara was a fun, party school, so I hear. You should have engaged in a little of the hookup culture, with the right partners. I did. Oh well. I have said it before. I will say it again. You are a loser and it’s too late now to redo your life, Miss 19 going on 50. We already renewed our vows. You saw my upgraded wedding ring. We are committed to finishing our blissful marital journey until the end of time. He just chose me…again! So move on! Be forewarned!