Driving myself to the Healthnet to go to Dr. McDonald for my dental appointment today was a nice drive to and back home with my friend Marie and Jackie meeting us there with my walker. Transferring from chair to dental chair can be a challenge—a welcomed challenge AFTER I get my bearings back from feeling like I was lightheaded for a few seconds because I was lying flat on my back more than 15 minutes. I felt weird! Got up and back in my power chair and Marie H and I walked home to meet Jackie back at Garden Court.
Jackie wanted to go see the movie Final Destination Bloodlines. We did after getting burritos and quesadillas at Cozumel’s Mexican Restaurant . Not like the previous Final Destination movies we call sagas now-a-days have played the actors’ part so well has been portrayed by actors and actresses I loved watching back in a day with enthusiasm of an adult wanting to be scared in some way so quickly and somewhat good actors and actresses. To me, this movie was a little more gory for me. It was that good! How can someone be that good in making someone die a death that was supposed to happen so long ago and survive a death but later die. Yes, this is Satan’s way of getting people on his side instead of God’s side. I had to cover my eyes more than once because it was that good of a gory movie. A sister and brother got killed at the end by wood planks falling off a derailed train. Oops, their deaths happened anyway. No surviviors in the movie were to go — died like they were supposed too in this movie. It made sense being called bloodlines—affecting a line of family members. This movie had to be 17+ to see it and 2 kids got kicked out from seeing it and three others were allowed because a responsible adult was with them. Geez! Dang! Shucks!