Month: September 2011

  • 20110902-Dream Journal

    About one half hour ago, I awoke from a dream or two.

    I was wondering around indoors. At the end of one hallway there was an L-shaped sofa against the back wall to the left. There was a guy sitting on the “bottom” of this letter. As I faced him, I saw dirt and pieces of hair in the nook behind his left. I got angry because it needed to be cleaned. I picked up something, turned around to leave this end of the hallway and back out the front door ahead. But no sooner than I left the area and immediately to left, there was an old leather chair of brown color. I wanted to place whatever I had picked up and place the item(s) next to its left side.

    In this next dream, I saw the title “Uwantson” on the left hand column to my reader. There were rows of “unread” contents but the “expanded” content was the bottom-most line. It had something to do with his bad auto transmission and driving the boys all over the valley. I then saw how the miles per hour was between seven and nine. I read and hear him say: “It ain’t gonna cut it!” And then I woke up.

    While I went to the toilet, I viewed my email and saw something dated today at 16:49pm. I looked at the cellphone to see the timestamp read as 17:11pm. For the past two days, I had a series of bodily (or system) shocks. And so I assume that meant something beyond my request for something in writing. Well, I didn’t wait until I had to act and I reviewed some figures and saw how the balance was brought down by the two others within same system, which has been holding me hostage.

    Anyway, about three or four days ago, I awoke to a dream in which the parakeets were fighting over the lower portion of a pale, colored chicken leg and foot! I could see it on the bottom of the white-colored tray with its “gooseflesh” bumps and its claws closed together, like a good luck. rabbit’s foot.  One parakeet wanted it all and fought back the other four parakeets. the fifth parakeet was was a mysterious bird that flew around in the back yard. It swooped into the opened cage door, where Bully was sitting and chattering to himself. The color of the mysterious parakeet was dark olive in color. Maw said it could have been Winnie. I was thinking a different parakeet.

  • Global hugs…

    End wars…

    Work out differences…

    Solve problems…

    All for love…

    Raise your energy…

    Evolve yourselves…

    One nation…

    Each selves…

    Right now…

    Has smiles…

    Need hugs…

  • Vacuumed spider webs and dusted electrical fans…

    From around 2:30pm to 5:00pm and during a HOT afternoon, I vacuumed spider webs from three bedrooms, one hallway, a vanity room area and the bathroom!

    Without my fan blowing some cool air brought indoors by the wind through the opened windows, I would have been more irritated. Because I don’t like being told what to do and “cleaning house” is one of those chores I’d rather avoid.

    Maw had dusted three bedrooms: hers, mine and the computer area. She used a Q-Tips cotton swab to dig out some fur balls from her electrical fan. As a result, I had to use the air compressor to blow the VERY fine dust from within the crevices of four electrical fans. Maw’s fan was the dustiest followed by mine, Paw’s and the one used downstairs.

    After a nice shower, a dinner, a rosary and a B-12 injection for Maw, I’m back blogging again until something else comes up.

  • Foot in mouth…

    Hello, boys and girls! Here is today’s word: “Foot in mouth”.

    adjective
    (of a statement) inappropriate, insensitive, or imprudent.

    After one day sooner than expected, the current POTUS wanted to make changes he could have done BEFORE he went on his 10-day vacation with his family. Yesterday, he (via the White House) decided NOT to speech on the same day (September 7, 2011) as the GOP Debate in Reagan Library in Simi Valley, CA . Instead, the job speech as been moved on Thursday, September 8, 2011, which is one week from now.

    Last Saturday, Father was celebrating the five o’clock evening mass. Per my “Memo” on 17:11pm that same night, he managed to open his sermon with a joke about: “Should I make it long or short for the football fans?” Laughter could be heard inside the parish. I couldn’t understand some of the words through the noise and my hearing aides. With that said, I could only hope that Obama won’t put his “foot in mouth” and us to sleep.

    It’s good that he moved his damn speech one day because I wanted to watch his speech AND the GOP debate. But I’d have had a difficult time and lack of patience to record both and switch between two channels, respectively. As for watching football, I find the sport too violent and a modern-day recap of an era when gladiators fought innocents as a form of entertainment to the stupid spectators. Both the ancient gladiators and modern football players do get hurt and sometimes die.

  • Assemble your dream dinner guest list…

    I don’t have guest to invite to a dream dinner. Really. My mind is made up. There is no one famous, or infamous, living or dead that I’d like to share a fine meal with. I’ll dine alone. Thank you.

    Wait! I’d like to dine with the Matt meister! He has some nice photos of fancy food that I’m sure is quite delicious. Okay so he counts as one. Then I’d invite two more famous friends. One is a writer and one is a scout master. Okay so they count as two and three. I’d invite my parents so they could keep an eye on my person. Okay so they count as four and five. If I could add four more boys, they would count as nine people to dine with me.

    I’d expect to be quiet most of the time, like Paw and let these smarter people do the talking! Maybe, if a fine bottle of “Chateau” is included in the meal, I’d be “relaxed” enough to LAUGH OUT LOUD! Really! I’d get obnoxious and unfocused and maybe sleep. The kids can have punch as drinks.

    Reference: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2011/09/01/assemble-your-dream-dinner-guest-list/

    Assemble your dream dinner guest list. Think of all the famous, or infamous, people living or dead, and pick 6 to share a fine meal with. Who do you pick? Why? What do you expect to happen?

  • Post a Day/Week Challenge: 8 Months Down, 4 To Go!

    I’m doing well, thank you. My blog is doing well, although the themes I’ve tried are still not to my satisfaction. Blogging would have been much better had the timezones and/or timestamps were synchronized between my cellphones and Dashboard. Unfortunately, the “dev team” will continue their “intense debate” on how to best handle my needs to have these differences in timestamps reflected properly in the “meta” element across all theme and by whatever default happens to be available.

    I started doing the Post a Day/Week on the first day! And so far I’ve enjoyed everything, except nowadays I’m feeling a tad bit lazy and have been behind several days of blogging. So that means I’ve failed posting everyday based on these topics.

    Reference: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2011/08/31/post-a-dayweek-challenge-8-months-down-4-to-go/

    So, Post a Day and Post a Week participants, how are you and your blog doing?

    Regardless of whether or not you started the challenge at the beginning of the year, we’re stoked to see that you guys are blogging regularly, creating awesome content, and making new friends in the blogosphere.

    Tell us, when did you start doing Post a Day/Week, and what have you enjoyed most about it so far?

  • Pick a word you don’t know, and use it in a story…

    Pernickety:

    adjective
    persnickety.

    adjective Informal.
    1. overparticular; fussy.
    2. snobbish or having the aloof attitude of a snob.
    3. requiring painstaking care.

    “I’m not picky! You’re pick!”

    At times the parakeets would get fussy over their diet of mostly seed. They could care less if their supplements of dried pellets ranging from vegetables and fruits to dried eggs and other greens are left over in their container made out resin and really designed as a feeder for the reptiles, such as turtles and lizards.

    The persistent sounds of “tweet, eat, feed” could be heard in the distance and only I, the Flynn, could oblige, drop everything and see to it that their pernickety ways by way of little piercing voices to be feed their rounded and smoother foodstuff of millet seeds are fulfilled to the brim.

    It’s not a good way to stop liver disease so prevalent in indoor birds kept as our beloved pets and members of the family. But what can I do?

    Reference: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2011/08/31/pick-a-word-you-dont-know-and-use-it-in-a-story/

    Find a word you don’t know, but like, and use it in a short, paragraph length, story, or a clever sentence. This satispassion should indemnify your vocabulary’s indigence.

  • Three bar-be-que dishes…

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    Here are three lunch photos of this morning’s bar-be-que dishes: banana pepper and eggplant with tomato and purple onion; strips of two (extra-large and small/medium) steak calamari; and two halves of baby (aww!) milkfish (or Filipino “bangus”).

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  • Head hoodlum…

    Bank of America used to be called Bank of Italy. BofA messed up their mortgage business and got bailed out by the American government/taxpayers and pals.

    The Vatican is powerful and is located in Roma, Italy. The Vatican bank is still collecting donations at settlements to victims of pedophiles from faith believing Catholics.

    The Asians like Italian food (e.g. the Chinese) and clothing/accessories (e.g. the Filipinos). These Asians inter-marry into these Italians.

    Is America still the powerful nation in the world? Or is it the British crown, the oligarchs or other nations with the wealth of oil resources?

    It’s the Pope.

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  • 20110901-Dream Journal

    At 11:00am, Maw talked about her dream from this morning. Lola Luz was in her dream. The old hag was dressed up very sexy and wore lots of make up. She got angry and Maw saying: “You are not taking care of your husband!”

    Paw was in a wheelchair and for whatever reason he kept falling off “his rocker”. But Maw would always be there for Paw and helped him back into the wheelchair. Maw’s friends got mad at Lola because Maw is so tired of lifting up the old man from his “falls”.

    Maw got mad at the old hag in her dreams.

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  • 20110831-Noticing Numbers

    At 9:21am, we were finished eating breakfast at McD off Old Oakland Rd. I saw the dashboard of Paw’s Mazda Protoge read as: 36,111 (odometer).

    We saw three and then two homeless people talking off the seating areas outdoors. One looked like a tall, black woman with Asian eyes. She was smoking cigarettes and laughing with a shorter man, who was wearing a dark-colored, hooded sweater, which read on the back as “LOCAL 333 – SAN JOSE”.

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  • Bar-be-que eggplant…

    Here are two photos showing the bar-be-quing of eggplants. One purple eggplant is in the shape of a dolphin.

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