Month: June 2014

Today I spoke with another relative. I reported to this curly-haired auntie what the chatterbox auntie wanted to know last night.

First the chatterbox. She called around 0916 pm. And she immediately wanted to know “GOSSIP”! She asked who was there and what they were talking about and who talked to whom! I told her that I didn’t understand their language very well and in order to avoid misunderstanding I kept myself busy out back with my smartphone.

I tried to remind her that women hold the family unit together must be tough on their husband so that their men behave. I cited two examples – the second wife made an ultimatum with my paternal uncle, who no longer smokes and drinks (as long as she doesn’t know!)

I cited my parents in which Mutha explains the situation clearly and coherently without lecturing or nagging. I told the chatterbox there is a difference between nagging and screaming at the husband. But she failed to hear me. She continued to blame my other paternal uncle for being stubborn and short-tempered.

From there I cited how Das Squirrel, my cousins and moi are also short-tempered. But that it was the way she communicated her opinions that drove my paternal uncle into seclusion and avoids contact with his siblings because of his “hurt feelings” or paranoia/whatever.

I tried to emphasized how I’d missed seeing the siblings (uncles and aunties) getting along together and his disappearance was weird/not normal. I tried to found out why he and she no longer visits the apartment of my other auntie.

Overall, I expressed my sentiment to today’s auntie over what has happened to the other relatives and she just gave up. Mutha shared her life’s story with the curly-headed one, who actually was QUIET and listened attentively! Usually, she wouldn’t stop yakking and I found myself screaming into the phone to stop her.

So if my cousin Shill hears that I have a short-temper or a dark/bad side, that’s coming from auntie Bella. Oh and to cousin Marianne, you’re weird, too. Your mind and gaze are staring off in the distance whenever you seem to greet your relatives, especially me/us – my parents. It must be inherited from Bella who thinks everything is NICE and OKAY, like Asians.

Come to think of it, she may be part Chinese, which would explain her family’s LOUDNESS during conversations and NON-STOP noise and why my Uncle Ed has withdrawn contact with his siblings/avoids joining the parties – all because Bella bubble-headedness, loudness and “chish-mish” or gossip divided his siblings. So there!

Anyway, be real. Get real. Everyone has troubles and downfalls. But that doesn’t empower relatives to belittle or gossip about imperfections. It’s meant to support and improve each other. Those who fail to listen to the Truth and continue their “hurt feelings” are gone. Their hells will have already manifested until they behave and “see” the light.

Finished watching “American Ninja Warrior – USA vs Japan” with the score of 6 to 1. No one finished the score. Mutha was able to watch/tolerate this show because there were Americans. She hated watching this show years ago because most of the competitors were, you guess it, Japanese. Must I remind y’all of World War II and the atrocities done to other Asian countries?

Anyway, to make this competition FAIR and BALANCED, the evil engineers must better design the course for SHORTER competitors, whose reach is limited! The hosting country must hold the event according to the “waking hours” the invited guests. The location must install lighting that mimics natural “sunlight” and the altitude must be the same for both sides.

Overall, Mutha and I enjoyed ourselves while Dad slept early! He wanted to eat breakfast early at 0630 am so he used the remainder of his time in the bathroom. His habit has been getting too weird and too long. It must be the age factor, something we noticed with the USA team being older that the Japan team of mostly brats.

Mutha joked that perhaps the USA team had CIA agents and/or Navy Seals! I kept repeating “Go, GI JOE! American Hero” or “Come On, Rambo!” Yeah, these damn reptilians can’t seem to get a good grip the to evil designs of this course. They kept falling down!

I further joked that the Wind Spirits would blow the competitors off their course so that the Water Spirits could “swallow” them up nicely. It was windy that time. And the course was slippery too. We further joked that the Americans were eating lots of hot dogs, meaning protein. Whereas the Japanese ate only tofu, which is also protein but not flesh of the animal, which contains better sources of protein – the stuff that Mutha keeps repeating that she needed to eat.

Yeah, this is another “reality” show worth watching as long as Americans participate. Hey! Why not have other countries participate? And then y’all can make this an Olympic sport! OMG! This is golden business opportunity worth considering. My idea! Mine! Ooo!

Tried to nap this mid-afternoon but got the return phone call from the “principal” owner of the online company and he said he cannot advice, meaning he can’t help me find the parts, which if I can’t find the parts from our local medical supply store, then I’m returning it. Thing is I’d have to wait 45-days for the credit, minus restocking fee.

So folks when trying to purchase medical equipment/supplies, make sure you find a local drug store/whatever. It’s less of a hassle. And if you can’t get your medical equipment/parts/supply/whatever from your local medical supply store, then there is a reason why – State law.

Y’all are better off relying on your physician and/or health/care insurance. At least you will be given “general” instructions on how to operate the equipment and get replacement parts, without doing most of the leg work. This is another area where Obamacare could improve.

For whatever reason, Mutha’s “lung doctor” was hesitant to write a prescription for a suction machine. Mutha knows how to use the suction machine on her patients. She complained that she was having a difficult time coughing out her asthmatic phlegm/mucous.

And because of the State law, we have to go through the physician to get further instructions/whatever. I didn’t know this and was able to get a machine by paying cash online. WTF? Why are companies allowed to do this to consumers? That’s the reason why I’d like “national” ID and “national” healthcare insurance.

To avoid leg-work and duplication! Idiots! Fix-it! This competitive, free-market, economic systems is messing up our needs. What is supposed to be effective, still has some problems. I bawling again! What can y’all do to make Evil Kitty’s life easier when caring for the elderly! Fuck!

I reblogged a “Truth” about how we are NOT to create a distinction among each other, especially the prophets. This inspiration juggled the dusty cobwebs of my old thought about an televised H2 show about the incarnation of “Christ” as human, animal, plant, whatever. This show was about “ancient aliens” and how Buddhism was cited as a philosophy on reincarnation. I was thinking of time-travel, though.

Thus, the moral code stands: “THOU SHALT NOT KILL”.

A few hours or minutes ago, I had another thought while milling about/around the parakeet cage. And now I forgot. It had something to do with sentient life forms and inanimate objects. Okay, I remember:

Whatever is thrown into your path, accept the burden.

So for example, I saw a piece of onion skin and threw it into the trash can but missed. I was going to walk away and let Dad pick it up. I’ve done such actions while growing up and never heard Dad complained. Now that we have gotten older. I pick-up after my own mess while he did the dishes.

Also, another incident occurred earlier today. I was finish using the toilet and saw a little baby spider near the drain of the tub. But when I went to scoop it up, I saw that it was dead or maybe it was just the left-over shedded skin. But the “incarnation” presented itself in another little one.

It was crawling on the wall upstairs. And I quickly grabbed by humane capturing tool – the top glass lid of a gingerbread scented candle and an unsigned Hallmark/red-colored Valentine card. I scooped up baby spider and set it free on the grass to fed for itself or let it become fodder for other critters.

I don’t know if I did a good thing or bad thing. But I couldn’t let it stay indoors and let it loose outside in the still HOT temperature of the day because the armada of sylphs are still cleaning up the skies and have been over the weekend but I cannot recall.

Okay. So that’s today’s lesson. Watch your step. Each incident is a lesson – pass or fail. Yup.

Sylphs ahoy! Lots of mini-cream puffs swirling since this morning and the big guys later on this afternoon! Of course, their presence over the BAY AREA makes the temperature HOT! So we have the air conditioner turned on indoors after eating lunch and doing dishes. Now it’s time for a nap. Mutha is napping and I’m falling asleep.

Left a voicemail message with Karim about returning a suction machine. Will await his “specialist” to find us the catheter adapter and appropriate catheter to suck out Mutha’s mucous from the back of her throat via her nasal passages. We wanted an alternative to returning the merchandise back to the manufacturer.

So folks, get a doctor’s prescription. Have a clerk help you purchase the merchandise and hope everything works out. Otherwise, if y’all try to buy your own medical equipment/supplies and they turn out to be incorrect, then it’s a hassle to return and await for the refund. I know it’s much preferable to shop in person.

See y’all in two hours or so!