Here are my boring notes:
1530. At 1528, Juan, the one-eyed, Honduran Mestizo, emerged from the divorced nutter’s white HONDA CR-V. He was missing in action for a while. At night, I noticed that the lights to the extended part of the house and the patio area have been turned on. At 2012-09-09 10.08.10 AM, I took a photo of a plastic slipper of mostly black and blue heel/toe trimming near our white downspout next to our shared fence. Maw sensed that the divorced nutter was fighting with the jerk for disappearing. I will post my “proof” to TPTB and pals anon in a separate blog entry. Alas, the damn SJPD cannot do anything about them until we either get harmed or killed. See what happens when you set free the looney bins and let tillegal aliens alike mingle among normal/hard-working Americanized citizens? You still them with us and we will be vigilant going forward, of course.
1513. At 1511, the change for a “fine steel wool #0000 was $2.11 at THD.
1457. After walking around TGM, we headed towards THD. To my left a crazy guy was waling towards his dark gray, small pick-up truck. He yelled to me: “Slow down, lady!”. I yelled: “Whatever!” He went to retrieve his classical guitar. (When we finished shopping at THD, the truck was still parked). Damn psychos.
1341. The stupid Mexicanos left the scene as soon as I came home, opened my passenger side door and retrieved the two small containers of food from Goldilocks. I head them slam their doors after slamming their hood and trunk closed. They were signaling to others of their territory, which is mine and NOT yours. They were spies trolling for data. I’m not Mexican or Hispanic, you dumb-ass idiots! This neighborhood is mixed up with mostly responsible Asian. I will continue to make noise for District Four. You guys just keep messing up around here, I’ll keep creeping up on you.
1305. My car’s dashboard read as 73,455 (odometer) and 166.4 (speedomter).
1300. At 1300, I had opened our garage door and I saw a long boat of a car gray car parked on my LONG stretch of road, next to the Chinese in front of us. There were a bunch of ugly, fat-ass Mexicano guys wearing the football jersey for the one-eyed, masonic Raiders. One ugly, fat-ass Mexican kept looking at me while I put on my shoes. As Maw and Paw emerged from the garage, he asked us for gasoline. I shook my head in the negative. That punk had a BIG fat bottle of brewsky, the color of cloudy amber. He turned away, stood in the middle of MY drive and then yelled loudly to the construction workers if they had gasoline. We left our driveway and I turned right past the lowered, flat-colored boat of a car in error. I made a U-turn towards Goldilocks. The driver was smiling at me as I passed them. So to the SJPD, I need cameras all over MY neighborhood.
1043. Maw and I were talking to her endocrinologist. He mentioned that she may have poly-cystic kidney disease but may be multiple cyst. He helped me to get a test to find out if I inherited bacterial infection, which might have been passed on from her mother from the ages of zero to eight years of age. He said that the recent findings of stomach ulcers may be due to this condition.
0917. While en route to our local USPS, we were stopped at a streetlight intersection and listened to a radio advertisement on Proposition 30, Vote “no” and the reference to “snake oil”. I immediately thought of the whole life policies that the old timers were about to mail and complained to Paw if he wanted to buy into this form of “snake oil”. Maw had a “Nostradamus effect” and wanted a full refund by cancelling this policy. We had thirty days from the receipt of the documents. We made a U-turn back home and decided to think about the issue and discuss the matter further. Maw rationalized that she didn’t want other people investing her money when she had two children who would make sure that she and Paw would get a proper burial.
0856. I had weird thought about the Biblical “Four Horsemen” in Revelations and how each is in reference to insurance policies, such as the Death benefit rider (for funeral and burial), the Plague benefit rider (for health), the Famine benefit rider (for food, gas and such) and the War benefit rider (for military and defense). So you see folks, the Bible has much validity as my creative mind.
0757. Last night during a dose of political new on our televised cable programming, Maw was ranting about Paw’s “infatuation” with Obama. We would complain that he “loves” Obama. But he denies “loving” or being attracted the guy. Paw is “not” really gay, okay? (A rhyme). With my handy smart/cellphone, I looked up the definition word to “infatuation”. Lo and behold, that’s it! Paw was “infatuated” with Obama! I read off the Wikipedia.com article SLOWLY and other articles to define someone who was “infatuated” — the object of “desire” has NOT flaws/faults and is perfect! OMG! No wonder Paw defends Obama VERY severely. This behavior is coupled with his OCD, too. Great.
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