Well, I woke up late, ate breakfast and went shopping at Mervyn`s for some clothes and presents. First stop was trying to buy Paw his new sweat suit outfits to replace his grungy ones from the local flea market years ago. He protested as usual this time by weakly grabbing at the articles of clothing weighed down upon my arms.
But I pulled back and stretched up to get at the ones beyond my reach. He claimed to want only one outfit. He got three. I paid for those along with a pajama set for Brat as his holiday present.
Next was me and I eyes one pair of Sketchers with plaid black designs. The support a little bit below the middle of my foot (and slightly above my heel) felt weird yet bouncy. I took that for my purchase, tried five more tops and purchased the red ones with flowers along the next line including a brown 3/4 sleeve for me and a red one for Twits holiday present.
We ate lunch and tipped both the cashier and a bunch of youths one dollar each. The singers (three with one playing a classical guitar) were from Fremont, CA and for some reason belong to this Pentecostal organization. I don`t know what that is but it means another version of God as a tasty cheeseburger.
I read in a topic from another forum in which God is expressed as being the best cheeseburger — unique to different types of burger joint, much like religion and all its domination. Now I realize that these boxes, dojos or forums are trying to present themselves as being the best burger in town — God or not.
I wasn`t ready to go home since it wasn`t 14:00PM when I decided to go shopping at Long`s Drug Store for more outdoor lights because I saw how lack luster our outdoor decorations looked compared to the beautiful lightings done by our neighbors when Maw and I drove around last night. This was from 07:00PM to 08:00PM right after dinner and leaving Paw taking too long with the garbage outback more recently.
While driving, I listened to her freaking complaining, whining and crying as an awakened victim of late to a failed relationship with an no compassion, dull-witted and selfish husband — Paw. I should know because I see these particular traits in Paw, Brat and me as well as my paternal relatives up in the East Bay. They come from Tuy, Batangas, Philippines and people from this province are notorious for being spitefully mean, very territorial and knife wielders. (I bet you didn`t know that, eh `Shrimpsei`?)
Anyway, I purchased around $39.00 worth of new decoration with 2-100 mini-lights for $4.00, one 22-green colored extension cord (with three `female` outlets at the end for my three reindeer bio-units) and four boxes of plastic gutter clips, which I used for hooking up the lights on the chain link fence (made by Montgomery Ward).
Oh yeah before I forget, yesterday I saw a guy walking his red rover dog yesterday after work as Paw described his accomplishment of throwing the three bad lines of mini-lights and decorating the front porch with two extra lines of multi-colored mini-lights. I hollered out like: `Good job, Paw`! And sure enough I got a reaction from boy and dog as boy looked in my direction. I`m a brat.
As soon as we arrived home, I grabbed my jacket and head out front to get working on those lights. Later, I heard the loser coughing out loud intentionally from his AT&T van. I flicked him off since my back was towards this main strip of road. And as he parked across the road, I got closer to the end of my chain link fence and hollered: `Die you loser! Choke on your SARS!` Heck, I`m only human and I know TPTB will make him work harder.
So I removed the old blue lights from fence and the white lights from the rose bushes. After I used up the two new white mini-lights for the scallop design from one main post to the other, I used the remainder of the old blue lights from the rose bushes and the old white lights for the tall rose shrub. We moved the angel closer to the fence and the three reindeer bio-units towards the center of the lawn.
Paw did not do anything useful except decorate the vertical rose shrub, hold the clips open for hooking the fence lights, cleaning up the extra boxes and twist ties and grabbing a stepping stool to hang the last line on top of the gazebo located near the main strip of road. I ended up doing the rest of the `engineering`.
I realize what Maw has been through all these years with Paw. The other `auntie-in-laws` reported the same of my paternal uncles — they are slick, robotic Twits and won`t lift a finger for others but only for themselves! The paternal aunties are foul-mouthed, banshees whose endearing quality is to win the friendships of party fools.
Anyway, I digress as Maw and I went out to see the newly upgraded design of mine. We left Paw again to do his own things in the house after Maw trimmed his hairdo. Then she whined, complained and cried again the whole time about other nonsense. I AM NOT MEANT TO BE HERE! These twosomes are killing me! And I`ve not started a life or bio-units away from these fools — my bio-units of loving kindness, of course.
Oops, I digress again. I meant to go shopping for my new pair of flat ugly black shoes to replace the ones I bought from Payless ShoeSource years ago. I didn`t find a good pair from the messy boxes at Mervyn`s and will end up going to Payless ShoeSource for my new pair tomorrow instead since I purchased those outdoor lightings. It`s the price of hardship courtesy of TPTB:– a penny pincher with hard to find shoes for my big feet.
I forgot to buy my purple nail polish, which I will hopefully remember for tomorrow`s shopping. I`ve been wearing electric blue nail polish to work for the whole of last week. Like I said, I will not conform or stay there to work until I die. Sitting at that desk is already death to me — it doesn`t allow me for creativity: singing, dancing or painting.
I`ll be screaming out loud mentally to annoy TPTB until justice is served. They will not go unpunished or unscathed for betraying me all these years. There is no escaping my wrath. It`s a great brouhaha.
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