Oil doesn’t mix well with water and for good reason. If oil and water did mix, the water breathers would suffer and die. Oil spills do much damage to nature on the surface because the dark coating not only makes the tourist spots look bad but makes the habitants suffer and die. The clean up is expensive, by the way. The recover is slow too.
The fumes of nasty stuff from both smoke stacks and automobiles pollute the air. This makes life difficult for the air breathers, especially those with asthma. Smog coating the blue skies with brownish muck doesn’t look good either. The products from petroleum in the form of plastic, solvents, fertilizers and pesticides do seem toxic if ingested.
Radioactive material, moreover, is not a basic foodstuff value. I wonder why anyone would bother coming near the stuff and know the damage is possible or promote radiation as a fear factor. Isn’t already expensive enough trying to extract oil and manufacture material, which harm our environment and us? Come on! Duh! Where else would we all go? Duh!
Briefly, I would prefer water anytime. This is because we quench our thirst with water, bathe our stink away and provide a source of life to plants and animal. Once again (you freaking yet smart and wise numskulls) already know that there are alternative AND free sources of energy. I do not understand why we continue to avoid the laws of nature at all cost. What exactly is the cost, huh?
I am currently feeling very much pain in my neck, right elbow and more noticeably in my right wrist. This newest torment has been since 17:00 (Pacific Time) yesterday on Thursday, 08-30-2006. I do not understand why this has happened to me.
I have ingested two pain-killers this morning and the effects have begun to wear off around mid-afternoon. But I continued to work diligently with the pain until 18:00 (Pacific Time) tonight to catch up on work that I missed from yesterday. I did most to the cash receipts entries and I expressed how the company is killing me to my associate who called me.
I found out that my reporting ‘manager’ will be leaving next pay period. This is the third ‘manager’ that has bailed out on me and my department. I must stink to have scared them away. One of the three ‘managers’ remained for another department. I must leave this company because I feel all alone again here. I do not belong in this box either.
Yesterday, the Finance department of my company attended a baseball game at Oakland, CA. One of the temps drove four of us and we ate at the restaurant using our 20.00US bogus bucks (each) to pay for the meal. My half eaten hamburger was wasted due to being full from eating the mounds of garlic fries. Yum!
I thought I wanted to take the leftovers home because my mindset is not to waste whatever food we have been blessed. But since they do not have a nice plastic or paper bag to use, I was forced to leave the foodstuff behind. I feel bad but was happy after having drunk one ‘Bloody Mary’ with mild spice.
I do not like the taste of this first kind of drink and instead could have had a V-8, which is tomato drink with lots of salty taste. The vodka in the drink did not do much to make me feel any better after having been put through the ringers one last time earlier that same morning. I was louder than normal maybe because the place was noisy and I wanted to be heard for once and from my soft voice. I later bought Fosters beer to drink while watching the baseball game.
I spent twenty minutes on the surprise call on my cell phone to renew my contract and ended up agreeing to try out this free one for 30-days and for a guaranteed, full refund if not satisfied. I will give this new one to my parents for emergency purposes because my original but bulky cell phone has a nice camera that still works. I should buy a ceramic dot to place on their new cell phone to reduce the EMF.
Ever notice how hot the cell phones get while using it near the ear holes? I do not use my cell phone much because of the emanating heat, expensive usage if I go over my minutes and, well, no one really knows me or care to call since I am a private person. Moreover, phones make me nervous and I avoid those whenever possible.
We watched four and a half innings – two innings while eating lunch and two innings while baking under the sweltering heat of the sun. I did see two high trails but those disappeared easily. There were two light planes and one noisy helicopter. Dragonflies of about at least three were dancing in front my line of vision. With my mini-binoculars on hand, those handsome baseball players made my viewing more enjoyable.
We didn’t stay for the rest of the innings and told the tall manager, who arranged the event, that we were going shopping. I bought two new pairs of denim jeans of darker color because I lost one pants size due having too much on my mind; one grand Tangerine juice drink; one Ethos bottled water; and lost my expensive shades. My head nodded to sleep in the car while going southbound 880 and couldn’t sleep well later on at night due to the pain.
So at 19:21 (Pacific Time) tonight, I heard the wailing of the fire trucks sounding about two blocks away at the railroad intersection of my road. There was intermittent howling but now has stopped. It is now 19:25 (Pacific Time) and a bunch of low riding Asians marked my writer’s solitude with their racing down my road again.
Earlier around 18:30 (Pacific Time) tonight and while driving my usual route home bound, my ‘watchers’ pulled from their parked position. This time a paddy wagon of black and white happened to be my local police department. I am amazed how easy they work together to follow me around in my gray Ford Mustang. (‘J@ck B!ll*’ of Florida didn’t know what a Stang was; so that means he is not Americanized).
I do not mind being watched by the cutest guys as long as I am not harmed by them. I do not understand, however, why some co-workers continue to touch me in their friendly manner, such as patting my back or placing their hand on my arm. I feel that they mean no harm but my person is off limits! Cooties to you all, I say! Yuck!
My purpose is to share who I am with the rest of world based on my reality as a simple person and novice writer and while I am still alive to know what happiness and love are from all walks of life. I know my blogs have been profiled because I met some characters over the years. (I will blog more of my time line later on). But for now, I must tend to my mysterious pain of my right arm areas continue to bother me. Ooo! Ouch! Oow!
What would I have to do to obtain a piece of mind? I would prefer certain predatory parasites (that I met via Yahoo! chatting many years ago) from calling and hounding me. I would love to be far, far away from them as much as possible and live my life in relative peace.
Remember I mentioned in one of my now deleted blogs about giving away my miserable, hard-earned 20.00USD note to this homeless lady hanging around my local bank? Well, she asked me, ‘What is peace?’ Being not very quick-witted, I answered her: ‘Duh. Happiness is peace.’ I have not an idea in my head as I looked up at the blue sky for the stupid answer.
Back to the pathetic pods, who do not understand my silent treatment by not returning their phone calls or leaving my written requests to stop bothering me. These pains in the pie holes should realize I could take much needed action towards, say, justice.
I refuse to be fooled. I am frustrated and disappointed. And I hate them all for what they are capable of doing to us poor folks! Perhaps I need to calm down with a piece of delicious sweet potato pie! I’ve not tried one because I can’t afford to feed myself.
I suppose eating any piece pie would help encourage me to be more positive. Let’s see. I love custard pie, especially anything chocolate or coconut and anything white, fluffy, whipped cream topped with those colorful sprinkles as eye candy, and sometimes those chicken pot pies.
Ooo! Ooo! Um, yeah. I guess I’ve no more vital data about my boring and simple life to add to this blog while I am still alive. Please share whatever pieces of pie that may come your way. Others like me are waiting for the long and overdue happiness that comes with sinking one’s teeth into any scrumptious foodstuff – like pie!
Well, well, well! Look here people! The recent Ernesto did not do much to scare the public in this month of August 2006 either. Your eyeballs, much like the very calm center of any hurricane, should realize that there is nothing to fear with this event.
In my opinion, each person needs to use the powerful brain encased in the thick skull and determine if anything presented via mass media is worth the viewing time of being lead down the road of ‘feardom.’
P.S. I created this word – feardom! It’s mine – copyright! ‘Feardom’ combines the word ‘fear’ and ‘freedom.’ My meaning of this word is the freedom to choose fear. Why on earth would anyone instill fear in the people’s mind? I will never know why we choose to scare ourselves with horror flicks, for example.
See? I told you my personal feeling was that the surprising presentation of the alleged suspect for the `JBR` issue was not the right one. People should use forensic evidence to make sure that even the alleged guilty ones are not to be mistakenly accused. The blood of your brother (or sister) calls out from the ground. Duh!
It is not nice to `bearing false witness against your neighbors either.` We should not be too hasty or too creative with making up stories as did the media recently and allow the science folks to their jobs thoroughly. Please continue to do everyone justice and find out why `JBR`, like so many others, had to suffer such a terrible fate.
P.S. My feeling is that my online `husband` called `J@ck B!ll*` of Florida, whom I still `love no matter what happens` is not dead by the hands of some captors in that OIL-RICH, yet poverty-stricken country, which is located due south of the UK. I am reminded of Australia`s O.N. John`s missing boyfriend. If guys wish to disappear by death, this shows these types of persons are not meant for us women. Gosh darn it!
Saturday, 08-26-2006 09:30AM. Heard honking sound of geese in V-formation while washing my Ford Mustang. Turned and greeted geese with my outstretched arms as five other Asian neighbors witnessed them coming from a northbound direction.
Sunday, 08-27-2006 12:22AM. Heard buzzing sound of copter coming from a northbound direction and while watching ‘The 5th Element‘ on televised cable. Wonder why this simple person happens to notice these minor events from inside her home.
Please choose your paths wisely as your ears and eyes open more each day.
An up close photo of a winged critter sitting on a blade of grass located in our backyard.
Here is a picture of a nice winged critter with two big eyes and two antennas. It was fluttering among the grass of our backyard and I decided to share this piece of happiness with everyone. I did see a dragonfly hovering around after taking this snapshot.
This picture was taken after I finished drying off the parakeets from their birdbath around 12:30PM and after hosing down my CB thirty minutes ago. We then had lunch of spaghetti with meatballs and garlic bread softly warmed from the oven.
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Brat called around 13:00PM and claimed he couldn’t make our lunchtime due to he was done with his outing wherever that was. I knew he wouldn’t come when I invited him two days ago, Thursday 08-24-2006. But the thought of having a meal here would have been nice.
So we won’t be coming home to eat dinner tonight or wait for the twosome to arrive to eat our already cold leftover of spaghetti. I wish not to take anything personal. But since they have a different schedule, I would not want to waste my time expecting them over anymore.
Maw and I as usual made noise about why some people do not learn to be nice. If indeed people wanted to visit us that would be nice. But for heaven sakes, the boy should be gung-ho about seeing his family since we do not see each other that often after four months of him moving out.
In light of my weird experiences with certain people close to ‘heart’ or strange to me, I have succeeded to drag myself out of bed in time to make breakfast for Maw and me. We had coffee freshly brewed, two toasts for her and a bowl of oatmeal for me.
Later I helped prepare breakfast for Paw around 09:00AM. He had his usual two toasts, warmed milk and apple. After that activity was done, I decided to wash my car. And I proceeded to put my ugly clothes on and sneakers to keep me from slipping.
So that car washing activity was done in about one hour. I washed and dried the exterior and vacuumed the interior. I had to use the orange extension cord for the vacuum to reach all the way into the driveway, which is slightly angled downwards towards the small street.
The next step was to put air into my four tire. All three were around 30 PSI. However, the front left tire had on 20 PSI. This third gauge confirmed to me that I needed to get my tires repaired.
I washed the electrically powered garage door with the remaining suds of car wash. The washing itself didn’t make the garage door any cleaner. The grim was removed nicely and I forgot to dry it and the drippings went on top of the two parked cars inside. Great!
After Paw finished his breakfast, he helped me clean up my mess while I put away the vacuum and air compressor. I invited him to accompany me to the local tire company where I purchased my wheels and tires.
So I called the place to make sure they were open and that the tire repair was free, which was great because I am still broke as heck thanks to some people I met. So anyway, I took my shower quickly and met Paw downstairs who was already waiting for me.
We arrived at the place around 10:30AM and had to wait around 45 minutes by Angel, whom I spoke on the phone at 10:00AM earlier. Since there was no room to sit around idly doing nothing, we waited outside for 15 minutes more.
Paw decided we should walk around and that is what we did together. I was concerned for his head knowing he does not wear baseball caps to protect whatever hair he had left in his old age. But he didn’t mind and off we went along one side of the street.
We went in and out the parking lots because there was not sidewalk. We covered 15 minutes one way, 15 minutes back, and another 15 minutes around the Fry’s Electronics parking lot. We saw they pulled my car in at 30 minutes.
Paw immediately used the toilet there as I waited with my tight sneakers off. I aired my stinky feet nicely and both of us waited quietly with other customers for another thirty minutes. Then I did my job and thought good things.
I noticed one customer waiting in line started scratching his left eye and the bigger clerk wasn’t smiling too much either. Most were Asian and I felt comfortable today and in the relative comfort my neighborhood.
So I’ve posted two more blogs with pictures to describe each event and I await to get ready to attend tonight’s evening mass. Once again, we will disappear from the house to avoid the boy who may not come to dinner on his own time.
My photo of a CB (or cloudbuster) in the background, blue feathers in the foreground and walnuts left over by squirrels in between the CB and feathers. It is a creation by J—/Sensei.
Here is a somewhat up close picture showing unknown feathers of blue color in the foreground, a couple of empty walnut shells undoubtedly left by my squirrel friends in the middle ground and the CB created by J—/Sensei in the background.
I was in the middle of giving our remaining but smelly six parakeets a nice birdbath when I saw how the plants needed some watering. So I left the birds slightly wet under the warmth of the high noontime sun on a fine Saturday afternoon.
There were ‘Kali-Maw’s eggplants, tomatoes, chayote vines and some other trees growing outside our backyard. As usual, I would flush out the birdbath with fresh water and hosed down my CB to freshen its purpose with my intent, whatever that may be to me of course.
There upon the ground near my CB were these feathers. I do not know the kind but assumed they were from either the four pigeons I saw earlier this morning roosting briefly on the antenna of the next door neighbor.
So I took my snapshot as novice photographer and wanted to share how wonderful my feathered gifts looked with my healing device nearby. I hope everyone takes a moment in their current lifetime to try sharing what happiness means to each person.
I hate taking off my shoes at peoples` houses! I didn`t buy my expensive pair of socks or fine stockings to ruin on their floors or to take of my already expensive shoes. I refuse to stick my finely pedicured feet into some already soiled slippers set out by the owners, who make a mandatory rule to remove shoes in their new houses.
A normal house is meant to be dirtied and lived in as normally as possible. And any guest who is required to remove the shoes for the sake of a house buyer`s insane quest for ultimate cleanliness seems to be treated quite rudely. New couples should wait until their own children start making a mess of things! It`s a great brouhaha!
This implies that the visitors are dirty and the owners are cleaner than anyone else who doesn`t reside in their pristine castle of hard work. The impression the owners gives off (much like their malodorous attitudes) is that they don`t want to clean up after their dirty visitors after they have left.
As a matter of fact, after my first visit to two of my cousins` new` indebtedness to a house last month, I decided never to return because of having to remove my shoes. I remembered kicking off these dirty slippers in anger because I was not allowed to wear anything upstairs from the first floor. I was pissed!
Imagine having my elderly parents bend over to remove their shoes TWICE just so the owners are not to be annoyed! It shows that they care for their inanimate box full of costly eye candy more than making strangers or kin folks feel warm and welcome.
Please do not associate with these kinds of people who would make freaking bull `spit` rules left and right for strangers too! These people are teaching me to dislike their airhead qualities of being better than the rest! [Come on! The wind blows inside the house and I don`t hear mortgage owners screaming at the dust! Numskulls!]
I’ve received a text message at 02:41PM and I knew there was trouble in their relationship. At 06:00PM we both met at a Jamba Juice place located near our neighborhood and she bought me my chocolate cow drink of sixteen ounce.
We merrily sat under a shade provided by the orange-colored, stucco column of the building outdoors. The black colored, iron table was circular and Twit started the conversation about Brat being verbally naughty towards her.
The substance of the whole conversation was about both parties expecting the other to change for each other. After only four months, they have arguments that should be a normal part of any relationship. I thought they seemed to get along normally without any arguments.
I sat there and tried my best to listen to her side, which mostly supports her complaint about her boyfriend. This was a rare opportunity for me to try being the adviser to someone whom I am not all that close but find comfortable rapport with her genuine honesty as a person.
As an outsider to any familiarity to being in a stable relationship, I shared what I knew from others. This goes without saying that no one is perfect and true love should learn to accept the other party ‘as is,’ which should indicate whether the significant other needs fixing or not.
The implied risk, like a shopping for used cars, could happen in any new relationship where one party is not always to one’s best expectation. All I could provide her was to stop fixing each others faults and love the person for what exists and without making a big deal about every little detail that seem like daily annoyances. The ensuing arguments should never be taken beyond offense as well.
But after I came home and tried to reiterate to my bio-units what has transpired with my one and one-half hour of her mostly conversing, they concluded I do not give good advice. And they blamed me for advising Brat towards the wrong and many paths as a prime example why I should not give advice.
So with that said by two people who seem to know better than me, I in turn should not listen to advice which do not ring true to me and my reality. All I know is what I heard from this person and that there is a balance that the couple needed to work out together.
Once again, my English is not all that great and verbally communicating my thoughts to her was already difficult enough. And I do not know why I always seem to get stuck in the middle between the younger Brat and my older Maw and Paw.
I believe that my purpose is (as was tonight) to serve as an outlet for other people’s plight or struggles. If only others could hear my horror stories of being alone with my simple thoughts and boring life while being tortured by chatters that ran me through the ringers many times over, I would be able to give normal advice.
But since I am not normal, I cannot give good advice. I am weird and always have been. This explains why I keep to myself most of the time and try to avoid embarrassing myself in front of strangers.
At least I tried being there for someone (again!) when they are in the most need. This time there was not money involved. Today, I feel good knowing I received advice from a co-worker and tried to give one back to Twit. I tried, really.
My advice to everyone is: No advice is greater than one’s life experience in any matter.
P.S. OMG, people! Please don’t come to me for advice to help you find your answers either! Please don’t preach to me for unwanted advice, especially if I didn’t ask for intervention in the first place! I will tune you out and treat you as another ‘crusader’ for your version of another paradise created by your futile minds. 08-23-2006 11:54PM.
So, I’m supposed to be beautiful, according to his co-worker by the name of ‘Jerk Turdannatto’. Yesterday, he has verbally communicated to me this data at work and loudly enough for the nearby co-workers to hear (and perhaps) giggle about his admission.
But if that were so true, why don’t I feel like I’m beautiful? I told him that if I were indeed this beautiful I should have been married by now with lots of kids, money and a nice house with a white picket fence somewhere. At least, I should have all these guys knocking down my door, calling me on the phone, emailing or chatting.
I hate chatting after being traumatized. Recently, I’ve learned a hard lesson that these guys are out to harm me. Some really seem to love me although we have not met in person. So I’ll have to actually talk to real people instead of hiding behind the computer.
Thanks to a nice co-worker, I’ve received another dose of reality. His advice is for me to get out and do things and stop kidding myself about negativity. I am slow to understand what this concept of ‘fun’ is all about and go beyond the confines of being comfortable in the home of my parents.
I suppose the only outlet for my frustration and for not having a ‘real’ life outside home is through this blogging. And my fellow warriors have been and are reading these blogs because this account was specifically set up back in February 2006 for a forum.
I assume that the only possibility for this mysterious ‘J@ck B!ll*’ of Florida to find this account of mine is through that particular forum. I did read about an article about an ‘opus dei,’ told a fellow warrior chatter about an Italiano named ‘J@ck B!ll*’ of Florida and then surprise! his Yahoo! ID/account of ‘b*ss@ss!n‘ was created to scare me.
But who’s fault is it for not being happy- being inside or outside the box, at home or on vacation, on the computer or out on a real date? I know I am beautiful on the outside but on the inside I don’t feel the need to prove that I am.
I could go back to the successful ways of meeting people (or cute guys) by wearing pretty dresses and high heels (!) and dying my hair lighter. This could be possible if I could have the chance to spend the tons of my hard-earned money that seem to not have yet been re-paid.
My story is long and diverse about some very intellectual people, who ‘found’ me via a chatter from six (6) years ago. His face is not the most handsome but he is a good person. I have no regrets for not knowing how to avoid con-artists or scammers or would-be admirers except my putting on weight from sitting down all day.
P.S. Please forgive my English, if I do not make myself clear enough.
P.S.S. There are lots more wispy cloud activities today, along with those trail clouds being spewed by those planes. I took more pictures of these nice clouds, which seem longer than yesterday’s rounder version. And there was one large one with rainbow colors inside around lunchtime today.
Here is another picture of clear blue sky with lots of nice clouds over our house with a nice eucalyptus tree nearby. I think I left my home after eating ‘Kali-Maw’s delicious lunch, which always makes me feel good and quite full.
That day was another nice one for me in spite of my being a poor pariah of all sorts. I do not remember much from Wednesday except working hard all day. The idea was for me to step out of work as a data entry clerk and enjoy the outdoors for once.
