20141213-1759. Dad came back through our front door after fetching the evening mail from our mail box facing the street. He mentioned that a white guy was sitting on a bicycle and using a cellphone.
I peeped out the front door, turned on the flood light on the the white guy who looked up in the general direction. He had brunette hair and wore fleece-like, gray outfit.
I alerted Mom, who got up from her sitting chair, looked out the front door, and shut out the television and lights.
He wore a beard and had that pointed jaw, triangle head shape. The bicycle had a bluish strobe light that was flashing in the rear of the bicycle, which was facing southbound on MY long stretch of road. There was a big, dark, metallic square, cage-like basket in front of the bicycle.
The duration of his presence lasted from 1755-1758 before he left. I told Mom that grown men on bicycles are spooks, agents, etc. She said she saw a second bicycle roll opposite and past this first guy and traveled eastbound on MY drive in front of our home.
20141213-0757. Yesterday was the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe and Sister Sara wore her colorful poncho and sang music in Spanish, which most of the Asians didn’t understand. During the offertory song, Pescador de Hombre, I sang along rather loudly with Sister Sara that I noticed the invited guitarists/musicians from the Society of Guadalupe looked in my general direction. Bahaha! Yes, I can pronounce and sing the Spanish words. Evil Kitty smarts! Yes!
20141212-2000. Loodee called and claimed that her younger sister Bella cannot place a call to our landline. On 12/03/14 or so I saw several phone calls from area code 510. I saw one number that was placed by Bella’s NEW cellphone number, which really belonged to Marianne, her daughter.
I noticed that Loodee and Ed, Bella’s husband, and Bella fails to fully disclose Marianne’s new cellphone number, which I’ve updated on my smartphone and AT&T account. Loodee was the one that disclosed the last four digits. Huh!
I noticed these people are sneaky and we told these assholes that we didn’t recognized the damn NEW cellphone number and therefore didn’t answer the calls. I thought it was spam calls and BLOCKED the numbers via our AT&T feature. I unblocked the stupid number.
And whenever there is trouble in the relatives, Bella is number one in TROLLING for gossip, in which she plays dumb and asks, Oh did you talk with Ampy? Were you invited to attend the party? The relatives know she’s the trouble maker. She’s coo-coo, too.
To my cousins/relatives who may/might know my identity, keep it cool because you have nothing to do with us, remember? Y’all got hurt feelings over the truth that y’all are messed up in the heads. If y’all want something, get it yourselves and don’t trouble my elderly parents or I’ll keel y’all over.
20141212-1722. So my paternal auntie Maldeath called our landline after receiving a cellphone call from her two days ago. She read off Bitter Melon’s Facebook message, starting November 24, 2014. See below quick notes.
“[My husband is sick. Sick away from your family. Stop high blood pressure pill. Replace electrolyte. Thank you Lord Jesus.]” (That woman is full of crap in my opinion for bragging online.)
December 2, 2014. “[Missing my children. We went shopping. Dessert. Casino.]”
So my auntie replied: “[Drink a lot of eater, not alcohol. Better for kidney.]”
Then the woman, the second wife of my auntie’s older brother, answered the comment.
Then Auntie commented last Wednesday commented: “[Ate Ampy. Santa Mesa. Three years in market. Are we your siblings? Nothing. Just concerned.”]
Ampy: “[Honestly, I am getting a big head ache. I will never use money that is not mine. We are looking for a buyer. Cautious with title. Regarding rental and expenses.]”
Auntie then ranted on the phone while my elderly parents listened. My parents told her to let it go and don’t go after it. But Auntie and her two sisters wanted their share because they had expenses. We know they don’t have a pension, and rely on their Social Security funds.
My parents speculated that her elder brother won’t admit that the property is already sold. And the people back home are known to sell property that is not their own and not tell the rightful owners.
My parents also told her to take a trip back home since her husband has free airline tickets for life from his retirement. But Auntie laughed and became silent when Mom told her that she had property worth millions of pesos but left that behind for the relatives to kill each other over.
So folks, leave everything behind and follow Jesus, instead of going insane over something that doesn’t belong to you.
20141210-2254. I was being Evil Kitty scratching those purple-colored people through their veil and then I saw a small spark of light turn off from the lower left corner field of vision. I was trying to fall asleep for the night.
Twice, yesterday, I saw rolls of light come from the right corner field of view and rolling along the lower right eyelid and then towards left inner corner of my right eye. I was watching a televised show during this spectacular second incident.
20141210-0800. We sang “Come, thou long expected Jesus” yesterday. Sister Sara sang loud but I had to sing louder to keep her in tube as she started to dip lower on the second verse. No one else sang because it was an unfamiliar music. But because I could read the notes and have been getting better with programming my small mind to see the notes AND hit the tone with my voice, both of us did well together.
On Monday, we attended the noontime mass at the OLP, where I also sang “Come, thou long expected Jesus” loudly. I’m sure a hog.
20141209-1449. We arrived home around 1230. As we drove westbound along our drive, we saw two gardeners. One Mexican gardener was still near the small, beaten-down, white pick-up truck while his “white” boss approached the crazy woman living next door to us. Loca Lolinda came out with a big smile and both her hands out as if doing a big “gayish” welcome. I saw through the upstairs window the Mexican gardener working the electric blower. He was wearing a lime-green vest. At the same time, I wondered what was going on with the white guy, whom I sense was a tough agent. Then we noticed the gardener harvesting some persimmon from the dying persimmon tree. It’s dying because the crazy woman took out most of its main branches. This is what liberalism, progressive Democrats have done to the country. Instead of locking up felons and stupid/crazy people, they allowed them loose on the streets – killing the American hopes and dreams, and trees and animals, too. Freaking hippies!
20141207-1324. Watching a health show on Fox News about “adenomas” of the nails and hairs falling hair out. The vertical lines of fingernails mean arthritis. http://www.bardcancercenter.com
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