Your Daily Paws

Month: October 2010

  • 20101031-Weathery Ways

    Today was beautiful! The skies were crispy, clear and blue. There were no clouds in the skies! Only the brightest sunshine came out to warm me throughout my naps! That’s right! I slept for three hours until I awoke around 1:30pm or so. The blinds were tilted slightly downward so that I could have some sun rays shine upon my sleeping form! That’s right! I haven’t recovered from this morning’s emergency with Paw’s temporary death throes. He didn’t see heaven, though. Later very few sylphs posed horizontally.

    Then the evening skies were still and warm. The SF Giants won the fourth game against the Texas Rangers. The twosome came over to watch with us and ate dinner, too. I was the one who passed out most of the candy to approximately 66 customers, err, children. Then I decided that around 9:00pm was the closing time for passing out decay-causing candies and chocolates. The chips and pretzels were gone. The decorations that Paw and Maw put up by themselves were taken down by moi in, say, just ten minutes. I just didn’t want Paw to pass out while on the stepping stool. Maw helped to carefully place the contents in their containers for next year. I decided to cut and throw away the old twines attached to the decors.

    The kids were normal. Some wore scary masks. One work an air pilot’s outfit. The usual fairies came out and that’s all I remember.

  • Spam-Sunday, October 31, 2010 1:05 PM

    dear, u are very nice
    Sunday, October 31, 2010 1:05 PM
    From: “Nastia V”
    To: [Yahoo! emails deleted]

    Privet, my friend

    A fool in love makes no sense to me. I only think you are a fool if you do not love. I believe that everybody on this earth has a couple and here I am trying to find my love with whom we were meant to be long before we were born. I believe we came to this world to help each other find who we really are, and become all that we were destined to be. We will struggle through the hard times and grow through them. We will overcome whatever obstacles life puts before us and we will only get better with time. And as the years pass our love will grow and blossom, because we were meant to be. Help me to find you [stupid website here].

    Nastenka V

  • Vote By Mail

    At around 4:00pm yesterday, Maw and I got pissed off because we needed to drop off all three of our “Absentee Ballots”, which we filled out together at the dinner table on Friday evening after dinner. Our choices were the same. We sealed, signed and dated the blue envelope and took pictures of each other holding our voting envelopes proudly.

    We both left Paw to get ready for that evening’s mass prior to picking him up at around 4:30pm after dropping off our voting materials at the drop-off box near the flagpole. The box is located outside the building. A very blue-eyed, disabled guy (who looked similar to an ex-boyfriend on mine from years ago) took our blue envelopes and popped those into the drop-off box as a courtesy. He told us that we could check online for the status of the envelopes. Again, disabled people are good folks. He is the friendly type.

    Anyway, I just went online at “The County of Santa Clara – Registrar of Voters (DEP)” to track our “vote by mail ballot” a few minutes ago. This is the response I got for the three of our votes:

    Vote by Mail Ballot Tracking

    Here is the result of your search:

    NOTE: If you have any questions or problems, please call (408) 299-8640.

    Election: November 2, 2010 Gubernatorial General Election
    House Number: [whatever]
    Zip Code: [whatever]
    Birth Date: [whatever]
    Ballot Mailing Date: [whatever]
    Ballot Returned Date: Your absentee ballot has not been received.

    Find a Ballot Drop Off Location

    [Search]

    New Results are posted daily and available after 9:00 p.m. Please check back if we don’t show receipt of your ballot.

    I was, like: “Hey! WTF? It’s past 9:00pm!” I guess Absentee Ballots are not “counted” on weekends. Because when Maw and I went inside the building to personally drop off our envelopes, the place was closed and only open from Monday to Friday between the hours of 8:00am to 5:00pm.

    So I’ll check back later on. But we know that the election process – from the candidates, propositions, measures, etc. – is rigged to the favor of the wealthy. That’s just our opinions, of course. However, I assume to know more than what the general public is not meant to know. Brouhaha!

  • Visitor’s Pass

    At around 10:00pm, Paw passed away (temporarily). He actually “passed out” for approximately ten to fifteen fifteen to twenty seconds. Maw panicked and turned beet red in the face while trying to revive him in her arms. I let a blood curdling scream: “Dad!”. Maw said: “Call 9/11!” Paw said: “I’m okay.”

    He was okay after the doctor at the emergency discharged him around 1:30am. Apparently, the increased dosage to one of his medicine prevents his heart from pumping blood to Paw’s brain while another medicine lowered his blood pressure.

    I surmised that he was pissed off that we said more novenas and litanies than the normal three chaplets done in thirty minutes that evening; was still grieving internally for his recently deceased Maw; and got shocked from this afternoon’s news of his deceased uncle.

    I also sensed that his physiological response to EXTREME psychological and emotional stress, like moi, is the decreased blood supply to the brain and the resulting cold and clammy feeling. Mine would be blue lips. His was the color of death – pallor of ash.

    He temporarily died while sitting on his chair, which is usually positioned facing the miniature alter upstairs in Maw’s bedroom. I noticed he stamped his left foot out of FRUSTRATION, which was rare. His speech pattern was off and he couldn’t follow the prayers or respond accordingly.

    Then I noticed that he started to turn left very slowly as if to look at Maw. His eyes were open and staring blankly to a slightly upper left hand corner. His body was stiff and unresponsive. His tummy didn’t move up and down to the rhythmic motion of breathing. He was really dead. His upper body slid slightly off the chair and onto Maw’s bed to his left as I saw his unblinking eyes in my seven o’clock direction from him.

    I was standing at that time and didn’t flick or react until Maw said screamed for me to call 9/11. I didn’t feel ready to grieve at the time for I was on the phone with the response team and trying to answer the questions clearly and coherently. Right there, death doesn’t bother me. Right there, dying doesn’t frighten me. Right there, I was prepared to fight back the tears and didn’t care for my feelings.

    I had to “be brave” as the boy told me while conversing at the waiting room. The twosome came after I called the boy’s cellphone, which he didn’t pick up because his battery needed charging and then hers, which she thankfully answered! But she mistakenly used the wrong sets of word to relay the message to the boy: “He passed away.” “He passed out” would have prevented the boy from feeling palpitation in his heart. He was pissed to have heard the incorrect words.

    So it’s around 3:18am, Maw is sleeping while Paw is logging his entry for yesterday. Maw took her Valium and Paw will resume his old medication at 25mg a day. I (on the other hand) have had enough with those Masons, Satans, Wiccans and their bizarre rituals of bloody sacrifices. “All Hallows Day” may have taken his Uncle Julian this year and his grandmother “Taling” many years ago but last night was not the night to take Paw.

    You will not pass this time.

  • 20101030-Trying Theme

    I’m trying another WordPress.com theme. This time it’s:

    Coraline by Automattic

    A squeaky-clean theme featuring a custom menu, header, background, and layout. Coraline supports 7 widget areas (up to 3 in the sidebar, four in the footer) and featured images (thumbnails for gallery posts and custom header images for posts and pages). It includes styles for print and the Visual Editor, special styles for posts in “Asides” and “Gallery” categories, and has an optional full-width page template that removes the sidebar. Read more about Coraline →

    I didn’t like how the sticky post was “in the way” and on top of the most recent post entries. So, I placed my “Gravatar widget” in the “Feature Widget Area”, set the default layout to three columns with two sidebars placed to the left of the content and selected the “light” color scheme for darker fonts against a lighter (or yellow) background color.

    The “Aside Category” is set to “rant”, which is ALL of my posts. The post titles to each blog entry is eliminated when viewed from the front/home page. The “Gallery Category” is set to “images”. I’ve yet to find out how this feature works out.

  • One-Eyed Kitty

    When we were young, we were restless. I was mostly clueless and didn’t stop my younger brother from throwing a small rock at a very black kitty cat. The small projectile injured the left eye of the kitty and rendered it blind in that one eye.

    I believe that we are cursed for burning ants with our magnifying glass, swatting flies in mid air, skewering baby Monarch butterfly caterpillars and squashing spiders and vacuuming other small critters.

    While I washed tonight’s dinner dishes, I cradled the poor kitty in my mind’s eye, soothing it to sleep. I also sensed that my brother should repent and ask forgiveness of the kitty from long ago. Perhaps then he will have have peace of mind and less fighting while conscious and in his dreams.

  • 20101030-Phone Call

    Well, Paw just got a long distance call a few minutes ago that his maternal uncle “Julian” passed away in the Philippines at around 1:05am on Sunday (or Halloween Day if they celebrate the event). Julian is the last of five siblings of his mother’s side. Paw seemed quite affected by the news. He is calling his other relatives now.

    We kids really don’t know the guy except by name.

  • Seven More Demons

    With regard to the divorced nutter next door, I figured one demon is better than seven spirits more wicked than her. So I guess she does serve a purpose after all. It was a small thought since the latest incident last Saturday. This thought was in reference to the following Biblical passages:

    Matthew 12 KJV

    43When the unclean spirit is gone out of a man, he walketh through dry places, seeking rest, and findeth none. 44Then he saith, I will return into my house from whence I came out; and when he is come, he findeth it empty, swept, and garnished. 45Then goeth he, and taketh with himself seven other spirits more wicked than himself, and they enter in and dwell there: and the last state of that man is worse than the first. Even so shall it be also unto this wicked generation.

    Luke 11 KJV

    24When the unclean spirit is gone out of a man, he walketh through dry places, seeking rest; and finding none, he saith, I will return unto my house whence I came out. 25And when he cometh, he findeth it swept and garnished. 26Then goeth he, and taketh to him seven other spirits more wicked than himself; and they enter in, and dwell there: and the last state of that man is worse than the first.

  • Actors’ Hoards

    During this Monday’s morning sermon by Father Michael, he mentioned the following word definition:

    Hypocrites

    Origin:
    1175–1225;  ME ipocrite  < OF < LL hypocrita  < Gk hypokritḗs  a stage actor, hence one who pretends to be what he is not, equiv. to hypokrī́ ( nesthai ) ( see hypocrisy) + -tēs  agent suffix

    Hypocrite is Greek word meaning ACTOR, which means they usually play a role and assume the personality set of that character. It’s almost close to having multiple personality. And that is a psychiatric illness.

    For the most part, actors are creative artists, initially starving and coming from humble roots. Later, as the actors, who are supposed to keep true to their art and inspire others to learn the trade of being “actors”, who entertain but hopefully so not to fool their audience, they are sometimes prone to addictive habits in substance abuse, such as drugs and alcohol and other an abuse to self and others, loved ones and strangers alike.

    These asset are no longer “true actors” but mindless puppets, who are groomed like dogs by their handlers. The actor’s hard earned wealth are reaped by their handlers; while the puppets enjoy their temporary limelight of fame and fortune. Upon the deaths of these assets by nefarious “whack jobs”, they are “taken cared of” by their managers, accountants, estate planners, lawyers and other ungrateful administrative tools, such as family and friends.

    Again in my previous blog entries, instead of getting the family involved, these assets are taken advantaged of by those who seek to profit from the hard work of these artists. In a world full of hypocrites, its no wonder people are better off dead so that others can take from the rich. Get it?

  • Hallows Day

    At around 9:30am today, I talked to two little Viet kids. One was not a pink fairy but Tinkerbell. The tip of her right wing is a little torn. The boy was an Autobot – yellow color – Nightstalker or Prowler.

    At around 12:00am to 1:15pm, Hoan, Theresa and I enjoyed the Halloween party. The catered food was tomato wrap, hot potato salad, smallbread with three or more types of cheese spreads and lots of desser wedges all stacked up on nice silver-like displays. But I sat with Theresa and the finance department. The VP of finance was there and so was the accounting manager. Allan B. took the day off. My main fantasy guy took his lunch away from the crowd.

    The costume winner was a “She-Devil” for $100 prize. “Tupac Shakur” and “Renaissance Man” followed as 2nd and 3rd, respectively. It’s obvious the company sold out – Satan, who is FEMALE! And Tupac lives! Amazingly he looks like the artist! The other big white guy is normal.

    I took some pictures but the “Dark Angel” dressed in black with black wings got in the way. The “Poisonous Spider” looked all black and blue. There’s a couple of TALL and groovy guys with wigs from the 70’s – an Afro and the sideswept bangs.

  • Couldn’t Sleep

    I couldn’t get to sleep well last night because I was:

    • Worried about “my family” going homeless (again);
    • Worried about “my family” starving (again);
    • Worried about my finances and temp job from hell;
    • Feeling too cold that I had to wear the girl’s lime-green colored bath robe of VERY SOFT acrylic – (Thank you!);
    • Feeling too hot from the heater and/or strange prinkly heat that I got some red rashes and red bites probably from little mites;
    • Feeling sick with some soreness inside and towards the back flap of my left nostril area; and
    • Feeling angry and resentful against TPTB and pals.

    Like yesterday, Maw and I felt sleepy this morning. She and I closed out eyes during yesterday morning’s mass and napped! I believe she napped again this morning. I definitely snoozed a little bit.

    She has been having her asthma attack the whole of this week and during the nights, just prior to our daily, evening rosary prayers. I especially have no been feeling “right” and laid-off the organic milk from home to put into my mug full of Flavia coffee at work. And John and Tess are sneezing like they got cooties here at work. Even the Viet wouldn’t stop coughing after he brought his whole family to Disneyland in Los Angeles, CA – the place of mostly reptilians (or reptoids). They are a bunch of creepy, people – loud, obnoxious and dry-humored clowns.

    I believe the recent spraying of chemtrails during these foggy mornings have lead to the sick, flu-like feeling all around us. And that means I should stay indoors and avoid inhaling the spews during my walks around the buildings. But the sylphs yesterday and today are worknig overtime.

  • One-Eyed

    Like the divorced nutter, L0L!nda, who married her one-eyed, second husband, Juan, an illegal ALIEN, my VERY first “boyfriend”, who was a butt ugly, dark-skinned guy but had a good heart and a street wise attitude, had one eye – a “lazy left eye”! It was more prominent than his good, right eye, by the way.

    His one eye could be compared to “The Eye of Providence, or the all-seeing eye of God” – one of many symbols of the Freemason.

    We met over twenty years ago. So right there, I’ve been tagged by the Illuminati. I’ve read somewhere online that certain people are “chosen” and then “bred” with other reptilians (or reptoids) or something like that.

    It’s no co-incidence folks! I once fell in love with my own one-eyed “Horus“!

    The Eye of Horus is an ancient Egyptian symbol of protection and royal power from deities, in this case from Horus or Ra. The symbol is seen on images of Horus’ mother, Isis, and on other deities associated with her.