Hey, Mr. MIB! I was VERY much interested in “New-Age” and bought/spent into this bullshit, most especially the “self-help” authors.
Anyway, here is my “random fictional Deepak Chopra quote”:
“Perception explains immortal reality…”
I don’t understand what this quote means but heck it’s just a fun “generator”!
Da Squirrel is trying to be supportive to his OWN family by suggesting to plant privacy plants/shrubs/wall to keep us from seeing the nosy neighbor. But Mom defended Dad because it’s harder for him to maintain that garden/yard in his old age.
The boy has his own special way of helping others, which is seldom. He has good ideas/sound judgement but doesn’t lift a finger, like helping to warm up dinner/setting the table/whatever. When it comes to family drama, he’s sensitive. He doesn’t like stress in himself/others. He’s in denial that he’s trouble at his home-front.
As for me, I’m trouble incarnate. For whatever reason, these “numb-skulls full of mush” are playing/participating in my troubles. I really don’t mean to get my family involved. But I see how, once again, “chaos” (or as he texted me earlier this evening the words “family drama”) reared its fugly head and attempted to “renew” our family connectivity, which was never lost but merely quieter/more distant due to “business” and “tiredness” or whatever.
Through Mom’s sobbing, she’s hoping the boy would respond appropriately. Well, she pushed his button again by saying that he is no help. I can’t remember exactly but I responded loudly, “Whoa”!
Anyway, my family is correct. I should deal with my doppelganger, not hide from her, confront her, and keep the old timers from stressing out. Perhaps, I should exercise my 2nd Amendment right and let’s see what happens, eh?
I thank Mama Mary/Lawd Gawd for guiding Mom, who has decided that enough is enough and that Loca Lolita can do whatever she wants – scream, mumble, curse, cuss, whatever. Surely, the sheriff can do anything with this sort of nuances because being annoying is not criminal.
Tonight, I came home from choir practice around 2115. At around 2025, Da Squirrel wanted to leave early. But upon the presence/sight of my parents, who normally bids the boy farewell, Loca Lolita started saying aloud: “Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit!”
So Mom started hollering after her and the boy had to pull the two elderly ones back inside the home. From ADT video footage that we reviewed, the nutter continued to fumble with the garden hose and water her plants nearest our adjacent property line.
She then departed via the maroon dodge Caravan at around 2042 and then arrived at around 2105. She fumbled with the garden hose again. But luckily, her garage door was closed. I could tell there was some sort of “disturbance” because of the garage light turning off and on, which I could see through the arch-shaped windows atop the garage door.
So, Da Squirrel is correct. Mom should NOT be stressed. I guess it’s up to me to take care of everyone. Perhaps, I should “bite the bullet” with white-knuckling clenched fists of frustration and let’s see what happens. Usually, I’ll let fate/destiny/Lawd Gawd take care of the details.
To y’all: I feel like I’m the one at fault for causing so much trouble. I’m sorry. I’ll go away now. Goodbye cruel world!
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Problem with science – its duality. To save humanz and prolong their stupids/crazies, animals are “tested” in the name of science. If y’all want to test medicines, y’all have to use humanz! Different species won’t match because of DNA and outcomes/results will be fudged by scientists/money people. Do the right thing and die, people!
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Walking around cul-de-sac for mid-morn break with dark sunglasses & new unisex, bonney hat, which I forgot yesterday. Morn air cool enough to wear light business jacket. Bird chirping in background.
I love working temporary jobs because sometimes the workplace/condition/people not jiving with my liking/personality/whatever.
So yesterday, I finished entering the hours of non-salaried/non-office personnels. Too bad thesoftware doesn’t allow export of data into spreadsheet.
This morning, I get to stuff the “sexual harassment” (04/04) pamphlet into double-window envelopes, with will include the live paychecks later on. This is the task that I like doing. It’s non-thinking, stress-free.
God thing it’s only a one-month temporary assignment because I’m already bored! Hopefully, I’ll get hired full-time because it’s location is only five minutes away wih traffic/stop, signal lights.
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One day I’d like to try a piece of chapati bread. Never had one but imagined that if made with enough love, it would make my journey on this hellish planet worthwhile.
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Well, lots of sylphs ahoy today! Forgot my new hat to cover face while walking the cul-de-sac of sparse trees. Was still cool enough not to sweat.
Like previous client, this one’s also a Mason, who flashed a pyramid-shaped hand gesture with tips of fingers touching in front of her chest. This was done during cross-training my brain on their “payroll” process. I was wearing a black/white printed top/black pants/orthopedic shoes.
Blah! Lots if reptilians here, too. My guess is that reptilians and Masons are one and the same. Blah!
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Yesterday was freaking hot! Good thing my car was working. Feels like my repaired tire needs to be replaced because it’s not holding air for safe ride. Hopefully, my one-month/temp job from hell will help pay for it.
We visited the old Filipino lady, whom Mom met from Seafood City. That’s how Mom made a new friend, who talked about crispy “pata”, which is deep fried pig feet. Mom made the adobo version for her. She attends our parish, too.
So around noontime, they talked while I played piano, spoke with the tabby cat and took its photo and some sheetmusic to add to my collection. It would run away when I attempted to pet its tummy.
Later I learned from my parents that one of her five sons (who is still single/in my age bracket) dated the daughter of a church server, who abused/beat her and her brother into submission. Totally reptilian!
I learned that the husband of Mother C is very strict. Totally reptilian! No wonder she/the two kids got problems/avoid their parents! No wonder the cane lady glared at him. She knows stuff. From now on, I’ll be nice to Mother C. She’s nice to me.
I leanted that another church server would play “mahjong” at her house. But she noticed that the old fart would NOT reciprocate her kindness, which is usually Filipino hospitality of sharing food. Total male-bitch!
So my local parish, once again, is full of reptilians, known for their abusive/violent/controlling behavior.
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It’s okay for IRS/Lois Lerner to “target” any/all groups seeking taxpayers monies. Again, dual-edged sword. Balance. Keeps “business-as-usual” entities honest and from undue influence, regardless political, religion, whatever. We all know “education” is used as a platform for most of these tax-exempt entities. Thoughts foggy here because I’m digesting dinner!
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http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jill-robinson-mbe-drmedvet-hc/vietnamese-bear-bile-farm_b_5080647.html
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Off-topic rant:
Had an imagery of crying bears sounding like baby humans suffering and a Lenten reference to JC being lanced on the side during crucifixion.
Must demonstrate to TPTB/pals why Vietnamese and other countries cannot be wiped out (again) for their cruelty on this hellish planet…
Good luck with the tooth, John Jr! I’ll “pray” for you/your recovery.
“I wanted enough money that I would not have to work again for the rest of my life and that I wanted lifetime protection in a secure neighborhood/facility because I was afraid that someone might try to murder me”
Yeah, I’d like both request fulfilled somehow/someway for that kind of effort. But I don’t think Little Kimmy is into “that” sort of immoral activity and do believe he might be a “better” Supreme Leader if he ended the Korean War in a positive non-violent. I happen to like those tear-jerking Korean movies (with English sub-titles, of course).
Listening to Obama spew about equal pay. Can’t do that! If one is an honor student/uber genius and if a dummy is paid the same rate, that’s wrong! Y’all might as well have no education!
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Loca Lolita attended morning mass. She sat nearest the side aisle of St. Joseph section on the back-most pew! And She was the last one to receive Communion with the pastor up front! I noticed her presence up front where I served the Wine.
She’s stalking me. But the stupid American laws/her own daughter cannot stop/restrain her. Maybe the Lawd Gawd/holy water will drive away her evil spirit. The medicines don’t work nor does the lawyers or police.
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