Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Day: September 7, 2006

  • 20060907-BLT Sandwich

    Latest news: Flynn’s green boogers picked fresh from within the recesses of her congested nasal passages. Boogers have been flung deftly all over the place – on the walls, on the floor and, yes, in kitty’s dish. Wait there’s more! Boogers taste good and are quite salty. Try some while it lasts. Stay tuned for more!

    Hey: Look, here, people! Don’t I have the right to laugh at my joke about the boogers? The real humors are is these latest stories of this ‘oh, drama but laughing tool’ via the mass media regarding another attempt to pick, prod and play with your memory cells residing within your gray matter, or the brain, which is encased in your thick skulls.

    Once again, I had expected something like the sudden appearance of this ‘OBLT ‘ to pop up and present itself like a hemorrhoid that would never heal as with the psyche of those affected by a certain September event some years ago. People need to pray for forgiveness, heal their hearts and try not be tormented with these newsworthy nonsense.

    At around 2323 (Pacific Time), I had experienced another temporary flare-up. This was made possible, not in part because of the ‘OBLT,’ but due to of the almighty effects from a tall glass of organic milk coupled with a good zapping session of about one hour at the base of my tail bone.

    This means I’ve eaten too much good food stuff lately to have made a big dump earlier. So the choice is yours: Either sit in front of the televised programming (or whatever media happens to be available) or stand in line to at your local greasy food place. Either ingest the stinking garbage or digest the delicious BLT (or bacon, lettuce and tomato) sandwich.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060907-Bagged Stuff

    Let’s see: The current time is 2008 (Pacific Time) and I am digesting another delicious leftover dinner of bar-be-que chicken bought by my parents yesterday. Dessert was fruits of one pineapple and freshly picked pears that were cut and clean by ‘Shiva-Paw.’

    I have read another long-head article and thought to myself, hey, I could describe what personal property I happen to carry on my person. I currently use this ugly, black-colored over the shoulder leather bag with one strap and not those miniature log-shaped totes with two straps that one would carry on the arm.

    I do not know how women shop while they have their logs weighing down one good arm. Duh! I find the dainty look quite impeding to the shopping experience. With my bag, I could have two free arms to select various clothes and have lots piled on my arms to try on at one time.

    There are several pockets with zippers to hold my stuff – two outside pockets, two middle side sections and the middle section with smaller compartments. I didn’t have much to put in when I first bought this bag but now I have more to weigh my shoulders down.

    The outside pockets are for my cellphone and keys. The cellphone section holds the unit itself and two recharging cords – one for AC and the other for the car. The keys section holds my work badge, house keys and car keys.

    The two middle side sections are for my debt and papers. The debt section holds my wallet of identifying documents like a driver’s license, checkbook and some pens. The papers section holds an assortment of coupons, reminder cards, plastic forks, knives and spoons, my feminine pads and a paper notepad.

    The middle section holds electronic and hygiene items. This section contains a small binocular, digital camera (which also takes videos), potpurri perfume (which makes people sneeze), two types of breath mints, and makeup. I have a bottle of eyeglass cleaning solution and the silk cloth from the eye doctor for using on my dirty pairs of eyeglasses.

    I prefer to keep my life organized in case of emergency purposes. This bag with all its sections helps me to avoid loosing things and provides a sense of security knowing that I have whatever I consider precious stuff wherever I go.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060907-Shrub Shout

    import, export, in and out
    broke my heart without a doubt
    drained my hopes like gas with spout
    dried my dreams like oil and drought
    bought my life through network route
    tracked by rats – internet scouts
    import, export – empty shout 

    This poem is about an article dated 09-06-2006 by one of my favorite ‘teachers’ from this current lifetime. And I too will post more about these stinkers and how they continue to follow me around town. I have posted many times (with time and date stamps) in my now deleted blogs about how certain vehicles, including my local police below and copters above, ‘watch’ my activities.

    Two more houses in my neighborhood have ‘improved’ their houses and now I could see them from my second story windows. This means the value of our neighborhood is going up or that the people improving in these smaller houses got smart and know that buying a new one would ultimately put them further into debt.

    Then again I have to learn to be less stinky myself and in my outlook in life. Once again, laughter is the best way to ward off the bad things in life. Smiling also relieves any tension among people who are very sensitive to seeing grouchy faces. I may have to put makeup (of basic liquid, powder and lipstick) from now on to mask my pain caused these same stinkers, by the way.  (See? Much better, right?)

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.