Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Month: January 2015

  • 20150118-2119-Aside

    So we are recalling how certain members of our former place of worship have encouraged us to sit up front

    Myrna told us the back of the place is not for us because look and act NOT like undeserving people or something like that.

    Carl told my parents that we should be sitting up with the choir box because I was singing with the group. But I emailed the “leader” that I wasn’t an active member of their organization and didn’t feel comfortable. Plus, I wasn’t married, like a Couple.

    We are still wondering and probably will forever remain clueless or at least the last people to know as to why we are the primary targets for crazy/stupid humanz. All we could do is avoid these troubled reptilians the best ways possible.

    After mass today, Poi was yelling out my full first name. I barely heard her twice before she stopped calling. I was doing a slow jog happily before I heard her and then with my blessed orthopedic shoes sprinted FAST to the car where my parents awaited patiently after receiving Communion. She stopped in between the parked cars but we waved and smiled at her and continued. I wondered if the organist saw. Hehe.

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  • 20150118-1818-Aside

    20150118-0006. We attended the Saturday morning mass at OLP. I was rather loudly singing alto to “I Heard the Voice of Jesus” (Offertory) and “Soul of My Savior” (Communion) of which the veil covered head of the whitish organist sang melody and then sped up a bit after first of three verses. The doctor (who usually wears that ribbed sweater) with large nose and later his son were sitting in front of us.

    20150117-2347. Today we went to McD food breakfast and aw three large vertical advertisement on the windows. Jalapeno burgers for two bucks! I like my favorite beef burger but there’s the “new” McChicken. The $1.39 is for another.

    20150117-2333. After attending a wedding party, the twosome came over from 2200-2230. Mom cried about the death of her remaining sibling. I cried with my folded arms. They sat and listened, and later told of someone ringing their front door bell and then their neighbor and his wife yelled to stop thieves from rattling their back door to break in. Mom wondered why they left anyway because they could have returned. The white car took off around corner and Das Squirrel didn’t get the license plates. Haha. They are targeting other people in my life. Y’all know what? I might as well reveal my sources to shut y’all up! And don’t be sending me that letter on being a Victim. It’s useless like your yellow spinal column.

    20150117-2332. During Saturday morning mass, I noticed that the word “Resurrection” contains the word that sounds like “erection”. I was laughing inside and smiling outside. The priest read onward about the rising. It was during the Eucharist Prayer One. He handed out host, unlike our local SVP church which had six prideful assholes serving as Communion ministers, and manage to clear the service peacefully, unlike SVP, which is full of arrogant wanna-be politicians.

    Pulled dreams here.

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  • Get Ready: President Obama’s State of the Union Address is Two Days Away | The White House

    http://m.whitehouse.gov/blog/2015/01/18/get-ready-president-obama-s-state-union-address-two-days-away

    Okay, let’s see. I leave home around 0650, travel 80 miles per hour to cover 36.4 miles and arrive at work around 0730, and leave work around 1600 and make it home by 1650.

    Yeah, so what can y’all do to help me earn a little bit more to cover gasoline expenses, repair, and maintenance on an old 1998 Ford Mustang?

    That’s 360.4 miles per week and $50 for gasoline. I may need new sets of rubber wheels and frequent car washes, so I could slice through the air faster/better

    What can y’all do about improving bumpy roads and slow infrastructure to make sure I don’t sustain a broken axle or flat tires or get stuck in traffic?

    Huh. Fin.

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  • 20150116-Weekly Photo Challenge

    In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Serenity.”

    Clock Time 1000
    Clock Time 1000

    While Mom was exercising on the ZAAZ full body massage, she turned toward the clock atop and she called out to me for the correct time.

    I looked and saw that the second-hand was on the number four. I said aloud: “That’s the time Auntie Aida died!”

    But when I returned to take the above-referenced image, the second-hand moved up to number ten and got stuck ticking there.

    I replaced the battery and moved the time correctly to read as 2047 p.m. my local time. Mom asked if the mantel clock was incorrect but I saw it was one minute ahead.

    We were talking to the daughter off and on from around 1800 our time or fifteen hours ahead their time.

    At around 1825_1827 our time, Yesa broke the news that her mother had died.

    I heard two call waiting tones earlier at around 1820 and that might have been a long distance call from a relative.

    Folks, this blog is a sample of the Spirit World retroactively communicating with the Earth-plane with messages via signs, symbols, numbers, etc.

    After eating dinner tonight, we prayed The Litany For The Dead and The Novena for the Souls in Purgatory.

    Then Mom cried and told about this mid-afternoon dreams of her deceased parents/siblings visitations.

    May perpetual light shine upon y’all. May your souls rest in peace. Amen!

  • 1-16-2015 | Dreams | A Semi-Lucid Dream? | Defending Property

    You seem to have the freewill and could control your dreams. I recall one dream in which I seem to control the outcomes. It’s too bad we don’t realize our freewill during the waking state.

  • Free Will Hunting

    Thus, I must strongly reiterate my point: free will is a myth. It simply does not exist.

    I agree. For example, I can’t control my sleepiness/dreams or boredom over the freewill to remain awake and alive.

  • 20150117-Prompt Me

    In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Pens and Pencils.”

    I can’t recall the last time that I wrote anything substantive by hand. The most recent “writings”have been done electronically via my smartphone, my preferred method of communication.

    At 0616 a.m. this morning, I received an email from my maternal first cousin. I replied to her email at 0937 a.m. via my smartphone.

    This was after eating breakfast at McDonald’s. My parents and I ordered three Big Breakfasts with three senior coffees. Mom took home her extra coffee and leftover pancakes.

    Anyway, Mom’s youngest and only sibling is dying from chronic kidney failure and diabetes. My auntie complained of stomach aches, would not eat or drink, and couldn’t stand up or sit at the terrace overlooking people.

    I sensed that the old woman forgot to eat and drink because of senility and the effects of the stroke, which left one side of her body paralyze.

    Rico, her son, probably the main caretaker of the old woman, complained that her excrement is broken like rat, dark and disgusting. I think she’s bleeding from lack of sustenance and neglect.

    I believe that’s how the old town takes case of their sick and dying. She’s in the cheap hospital for rooms at 750 pesos per day. We will suggest to let her go and forgo treatment because the Philippine system is so corrupt.

    We are waiting for the email reply. I complained to Dad that this family of thieves are milking Mom because she’s the older sister. We don’t know if the monies are being used to care for the old woman.

    You know how it goes. Give monies to the intended parties and the recipients of the funds end up enjoying the benefits stolen. Sounds familiar, dudes?

  • Article: Pope meets Haiyan victims amid new storm

    Pope meets Haiyan victims amid new storm

    http://www.aljazeera.com/news/asia-pacific/2015/01/pope-meets-haiyan-victims-amid-new-storm-201511711311728961.html

    Yup. If the Philippines government is not corrupt, they wouldn’t have so many children in jail for stealing food.

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  • 20150114-Prompt Me

    In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Connect the Dots.”

    The nearest book is really a songbook, “The Piano Solos of Richard Clayderman Anthology” (1985).

    On page 82, there are no lyrics to the song called “Feelings (¿Dime?). But the words I can barely recall is Feelings, Nothing More Than Feelings.

    My feelings were once hurt. Now, I feel alive. Why? Because there’s nothing left but living until we see each other in the end.

  • 20150116-1827-Aside

    20150115-1451. Mom’s doctor left a message on my cellphone. This was the third follow-up on my hotline. It was because Mom told Cindra that he sucks. She really used that word. But Mom asked their office administrator first if she’s was related to him.

    There was a technically on January third, the day after the surgery and the follow-up appointment. And probably because it was my sleepy misunderstanding and for the fact because he didn’t want to come in on a New Year holiday, he was pissed.

    But on Tuesday, the second follow-up appointment, Mom made the doctor cry. He was told too relax. He said he will listen to Mom and share her wisdom with his wife.

    20150116-1000. I received an email from my attorney about the neighbor dispute and I’ve yet to update him on the ongoing status and possibly filing and R.O. against Loca Lolita. Do NOT doubt me.

    20150116-1824. This morning Loca Lolita comes out to wipe down the dewy windows of the renter’s light, blue colored car. After I hosed my car from a hiding position and took off in front of her driveway, Loca Lolita looks into my direction. I barely revved up my stupid slow engine and flashed my brake lights to the driver behind me.

    Yesterday at 0650, I saw the daughter throw water on her white car. The garage lights were out. I called home.

    The day before and upon entering my car, the garage door opens and Loca Lolita comes out in pajamas, checks the passenger door of maroon van parked inside the left garage, and looks in my direction, pretending to stretch.

    I called home to report the incident and Dad answered. Later my parents observed the crazy fucker pretending to check Virgil’s dark-blue Honda Accord. They said it was as if she was wondering why my parents aren’t leaving before eight in the morning.

    20150115-1443. I received a text message from Carl, who sent to two recipients, who are Bert and Fe. He was asking if we are able to help sponsor a bunch of youths from other parishes for bus tickets. The sender claimed that their usual sponsors didn’t renew their commitment. Gee, I wonder why?

    I shared that text message with my family, who fumed! Das Squirrel rationalized knowingly that’s like asking strangers for gas money! He further added that their damn parents are supposed to pay for their bus tickets.

    The same rational applies to the parish asking the congregation to pay for student tuition. That’s stupid. If the parents cannot afford this school, they can send their free-loading kids to the public schools.

    My parents knew it was totally wrong for these faithful worshipers to ask for handouts. They and I know our religion, these people, and their scams are corrupt.

    I didn’t reply to that stupid/crazy text message.

    20150115-1225. Towards the end of my lunch walk, I spotted a long, gray-colored truck take off from its parked position at the cul-de-sac. I sensed it was a government spy because of its one black radar atop and another weird thingy on the roof.

    20150110-0937. Took the south gate and then saw/heard emergency vehicles, one fire engine and smaller medic car cross our path from left to right at intersection. We were headed to the Commissary.

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  • 20150116-Prompt Me

    In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Agree to Disagree.”

    I don’t have any good friend or close relatives with whom to disagree on politics. The closest people in my life is my family.

    We are three against one. And he is Dad, the hard-core, groupie fan of Obama. We think he is infatuated with the guy, who can’t be wrong.

    The three of us know the guy is up to no good. I’m in the middle because I could sense that the guy is messing with people.

    And of course people like Dad believes in the guy. The other two don’t like the guy. I know he deceives, a form of cross-training to people who worship one person too much.

    Fin.

  • Front and Center: Bringing Marginalized Girls into Focus in STEM and CTE Education | The White House

    http://m.whitehouse.gov/blog/2015/01/16/front-and-center-bringing-marginalized-girls-focus-stem-and-cte-education

    I enjoyed electronics, chemistry, physics, biology, gentry, trigonometry, home economics, and art classes.

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