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!