Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Month: October 2010

  • No Parties

    I’ve learned to hate parties. Not because I hate people, well, partly so, but because the invited guest usually lie.

    I was in fifth grade at that time and Maw suggested that I invite some of my classmates over for my birthday party. Being the shy and timid person that I was, I waited at the bus stop near Mandel Ct. and handed out some make-shift invitations to some people that might be interested in attending. It was a simple and last minute invitation.

    One person was Leoni R.E. (a Hawaiian with BIG front teeth). She learned to lie and covered for her younger sister.

    “I have a piano lesson.”

    I asked again if she could come afterwards:

    “I’m sorry. I can’t make it.”

    And right there with others, too – Denise and her little brother David, they declined nicely and got out with excuses. I wonder what kind of parents are teaching their children then and now. This goes to show how I hate socializing.

  • Everyday People

    True friends reciprocate and understand each other.

    True fiends do not reciprocate and fail to understand each other.

  • 20101010-Noticing Numbers

    The receipt of today’s meal at the mall was number 455! That was around 12:53pm. We had three combo orders of 1 meat plus 2 side orders. I only touched the vegetables because I gained weight of mostly water and save the meaty parts for the old farts to eat later on as dinner.

  • Which Party

    They say the “Tea Party” is full of wealthy, Reptilicans who drink Slurpees. I say a “Beer Party” is full of poor, Demoncrats who drink Bruskis.

    So what is the difference between these two parties? Nothing. They are just full of themselves and will end up going to the bathroom.

  • 20101010-Weathery Ways

    Unlike the past few days of futile chemtrails, today the skies are crispy clear and blue! The calmness is from meditation and visualization of making peace with my demons since last night. After reading about “harassment” from boys with toys, I tried to talk to them and let them know they too will be old and pent up later on and it’s time to give it a rest. So I laid them down besides me, offered my hugs and hopefully they would realize that their fears will melt away.

    The three of us walked around the Great Mall and ate some good-tasting Chinese food, followed by McDonald’s Vanilla cone for Maw, one Strawberry Sundae for Paw and one Hot Fudge Sundae for moi. I still feel sleepy after this mid-morning’s nap. And I await Maw’s shower to finish up so she could pull my white hair and I in return could do her pedicure. Yuch.

    The parakeets are now outdoors enjoying the nice weather of warmth – not sweltering hot or icy winds – but again of calmness. They had their nice post lunch shower yesterday and Pimon wasn’t moving at the bottom of his cage but I had to pick him up to replace him on his perch. Such is his strength and will to live through his bony body – thanks to Donna’s prayers.

  • 20101009-Noticing Numbers

    Well, after searching online for websites leading to “Padre Pio”, I came across one website that says:

    Welcome to the
    Padre Pio Foundation of America

    Celebrating 33 years!
    Join US!

    Notice the double digits of 33. And after learning of a “long distant” relative taking on an interest in Masons, he’s hinting onto something. I would expect anyone who knows what’s going on to keep my identity under wraps. That includes the folks in WordPress.com.

    Also, the time stamp to a PetSmart receipt read as 1:22PM.

    Again these examples are many instances of double digits as it appears on atomic clocks at home, on my car’s dashboard (speedometer and odometer) and of course CA driver license plates:- Those cars with double-digit license plate numbers would mysteriously appear in front of me almost EVERY week.

  • Can’t Tell

    “You can tell [your family].”

    ~Famous friend (long ago during a cellphone conversation).

    I can’t tell them anything! They won’t believe what I’ve read online and personally experienced! No one except those “chosen” or at least “invited” and with at least some curiosity would understand why I’m ranting and pissing off after all these slong years!

    “Who invited you? You are Catholic, not a Mason! And no one can change your religion!”

    ~Maw a few minutes ago.

    Oh, yeah? Then why is your precious boy refusing to attend weekly Catholic mass? And why did he marry a Buddhist? Don’t you think I have the right and free-will to explore other bizarre associations?

    Thank goodness for the internet and free speech, no matter how weird or terrifying the information! I wouldn’t want to be so friggin’ stuck with your old-fashioned ways of thinking.

    My god! Why am I still living with these people? Why am I attending a parish that’s obviously infiltrated with “Satanic” overtones? Even nice, elderly folks of the Knights of Columbus were inviting members into their fold this evening after mass. I noticed too that one bearded old white guy with a beer belly passed out the Eucharist. He pointed upwards with his right index finger. Great.

  • Paw’s Phone Call

    So for about one friggin’ hour, Paw called long distance. He shared stories with the guy and the guy in turned shared stories with Paw. I’ve recently added the “long-distance relative” to my Facebook account. He’s a noise-maker for all I care.

    Besides his former employment as a teacher, he read a Mason’s bible in which they don’t believe in the “Hail Mary” and as he put it has been more or less “orchestrated”. He is into Tai Chi and found healing by simply visiting the Padre Pio website. The guy is full of it, really.

    As usual Maw pissed off when I tried to insert my conversation and twisted interpretation. Old timers are more irritable. I wonder how parents could have endured with much patience are when we were once kids and now vice versa, meaning moi, with little patience! She needs her chill pill.

    Anyway, now Paw is talking long distance, which is probably forwarded overseas. It was all because a relative passed out at church and he doesn’t have appetite to eat. So Paw, being the “nice” nephew to the old guy, is calling to find out how the old fart is doing. He’s the youngest brother of five siblings of my late paternal grandmother.

  • Dieter’s Gas

    Yesterday afternoon, I’ve gotten severe gas gurgling in my tummy. It was so loud that I thought my cubicle mates heard the sounds. This was from drinking three mugs of Cappuccino/Latte at work! I didn’t realize that the powdered stuff contained real milk products. As a result, I had to go to the bathroom almost five times or so! It was mostly fart and smelly air! And to make it worse, I still had the laxative in my system. So this morning’s spasm in my right foot and ankle meant that I was punishing my system too much for its own good — to look and feel thinner, but not necessarily healthier.

  • Big SUVs

    There are lots of big SUVs parked on the “north” side of MY long road. The three of us noticed it when we came home en route from this evening’s mass at 5:00pm. The vehicles are still there and may number around a dozen or so. My first impression is that there are a bunch of Samoans in my neighborhood. Maybe there is a big party going on or some meeting (religious or business). Whatever. It so happens that the Samoans love their cars BIG for their BIG bodies. I know because I talked to them long ago.

  • Still Dog

    I love freedom. I love being single. The price of security – living free and clear with the elderly – is freedom itself.

    The other day I was walking and talking with Theresa. I admitted to her that I love the thrill of being single, the flirting with both single and married men and the high of being truly free to come and go – like Mike – cheat on the significant other of an on-and-off relationship. It’s a paternal trait – we like to have the sense of security with someone who is willing to be there for us after the multiple affairs don’t work out.

    But she mentioned that people mostly stay together as a couple. I was thinking – whatever! She is already “happily married” and has three teenage girls with Americanized attitudes. The way she and Mike admitted to having children as “challenges” makes me cringe. I don’t know if I could ever have children, let alone take care or adopt ones that are not my own. Yuch! I’m running away! Waaahhh!

  • New Else

    Is it wrong to fantasize about someone else? Sure, he’s hot – like a tall baby. But he’s taken and has a new family. But I really feel bad for letting him walk all alone that one HOT day and took a free ride with one of his co-workers. I especially felt bad to not “escort” him to his car late yesterday evening. I’m so clueless, really. I wasn’t interested. For awhile, I’ve been feeling that I’m supposed to do something but I have no idea. Again, everything is still a mystery to me.

    Honestly, the guys I attract are taken and pretty much “abused” or “broken in” like a good dog. I guess I’m a dog, too, – a hot dog. And I love eating “hot dogs”. And like any dog, I’m being thrown the bone – all dry and old and hopefully with some nutritious bone marrow still left inside. The juicy meaty part of the bony guy has already been enjoyed and munched off by the significant other(s). What in the world am I thinking? I guess my job is the most ancient of jobs – none to proud to assume but nonetheless serves a purpose.