Well, today was weird, too. First off, we backed out the MB E430 and saw that Belinda, the daughter was out front and using the garden hose to water whatever was directly in front of the faucet. And so we went the opposite direction. Upon the intersection back to our drive, we saw her exiting into the other drive. We looped around the block again and lost her. She wore her long flowing slacks and long flowing sleeves and had her long black hair with the usual bangs. I wonder if she can move outta her mother’s house and take her ungrateful brother with her. Sheesh.
Anyway, we arrived at the bloodwork after 0800. I waited in the car. And then we ate breakfast at the Sunnyvale McD, where a higher functioning cashier took our order INCORRECTLY. He gave us extra egg white to Dad’s McMuffin. I was thinking that McD may wish to implement the replacement of cashiers taking orders with those nice self-serve kiosk. Yup.
And then an old Cebuian woman, whose Dad was whitish, talked with us for about five minutes until her old Cebuian friend came in with her fugly whitish husband. Both have high noses due to generations of whitish influences. But they speak the Filipino language.
Then we went to shop for Beefsteak Tomatoes and Long Italian Peppers. We didn’t find what Mom want from THD. Then we went to the local nursery, which is near a rockery and three tall reddish antennae system. We found two of each and something else.
Then we went to the noontime mass. But I dropped them off near the toilet area behind the parish hall. I reparked the car, went into the main church, and joined them waiting in front of the toilet area.
They were talking with Claire the former next door neighbor. I showed her an image of indecent exposure of that 58 year old Filipino woman to our ADT video surveillance on 09/22/2015 and another image of her posing with her second husband.
Claire theorized that the crazy next door neighbor may have been molested as a child due to the projection of her hurt feelings to victim like her daughter, niece, co-workers, complete strangers, and primarily me, of course.
She said that the co-worker of her husband, Jesse, the tenor or bass choir member, got fired for using the database of KP, which has a centralized HQ in Livermore, CA, to look up the confidential data of a mistress.
So that’s a violation of HIPPA and that she should have done her research at home. Of course, I paid for my stuff. But the public information doesn’t disclose marriages.
I don’t know how the e-Verify system for employment caps down on these crazy and stupid humanz. I wonder if TPTB and pals can implement disclosure to ensure health and safety of the EMPLOYERS and staff, of course.
We then went home, ate lunch, cleaned-up, and then said our usual three chaplets of rosary. While Dad ran upstairs, Mom and I cooked two dishes – 1. Corned Beef with garlic, onions, tomatoes, and cabbages and 2. Patola Squash with garlic, onion, tomatoes, and shiny VERY thin rice stick noodles.
Now Mom and I are watching YouTube videos, which are either Donald Trump or Alex Jones.
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