Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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  • Know son…

    “You keep missing church and attending with unshaven face, messy hair and holes in your clothes! Your wife sucks for not thinking of or visiting us. You don’t surprise us with a token of “food for thought”. I don’t have a son! You are no son of mine!” ~Maw exclaimed to the boy, who unexpectedly paid a visit on Monday evening after his work.

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    He has emotional problems. I don’t know what he is trying to prove by behaving unkindly to those who love him. How can you accept him for the way he is when he doesn’t know how to “go with the flow”? I guess guys in general are stubborn to the bone. And women expect lots from the men in their lives.

  • Death talkings…

    While using the toilet and blogging about the divorced nutter’s presense twice yesterday, I had imagined hearing the girl talking to Maw through the closed bathroom door downstairs. But when I “finished” blogging, I saw that Maw was ironing and actually talking to Paw. The television was loud enough to sound like a girl was in the dining room.

    A few minutes later the boy and the girl showed up! And sure enough she was talking about yesterday’s sudden death of her third sibling, Bill; how he wasn’t feeling well and told his friends to drop him off at his mother’s house up in Milpitas, CA where he died on a sofa. And above the sofa was a photo of his late father. Now he is home with his dad.

    Yesterday, he complained of chest pains and refused the sister’s suggestion to call for ambulance or drive him to seek medical assistance. But it was too late. After passing on (or DOA by the emergency), the family is still in shock and are figuring out the paperworks.

    I’ve shed a few tears or so while the conversation between Maw and the girl took place. Later we ate the soft Subway sandwiches from the twosome.

  • 20110720-Dream Journal

    This morning I dreamt that I met a new friend. After booting up my cellphone, I saw an opaque envelop icon on the upper left hand corner of the screen. I tapped on the screen, opened and read the email. I’ve made “contact” with someone from “Ant-arctica”! His baby pic looks “Hispanic” and I don’t know anyone that cute, expect maybe one of Mew’s friend. But I could be wrong.

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  • Plinky Prompt 863

    God Hates Divorce

    If I could banish any one person from my life, it would be the divorced nutter living next door to us. Recently, she has been a bain in our life. I'd call the cops on her numerous times. But mysteriously enough, those people are capable of owning a single residential house. She has taught me that insane people are hopeless and need to be either locked up for life and removed from society forever. They are wasting taxpayer money from disbility, unemployment and other benefits afforded to those normal people who need it the most.

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  • Plinky Prompt 862

    DSC00025-Cannery Row

    The book is not always better than the movie. I need visual and audio aide via the movie to supplement the original reading material of a book. Any book writing by Hemmingway is the exception because his literary prowess to describe EXACTLY what the reader needs to experience during his thought processes in writing the book is surperb. "Cannery Row" happens to be that one book I could not forget, if I could only remember where I put that book.

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  • Plinky Prompt 861

    Honda Valet Key

    The longest road trip I've ever taken was long ago. My parents and I wanted to visit our piece of property up in Willits, California. En route back was along Highway 1 — that took five hours! We will never take that road ever again! In my mind, I thought that the road would be straight like Highway 101 but the switchbacks on this road was too much for the transmission of the then white-colored Honda Accord. It had to be serviced the following day.

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  • Millionaires gone…

    “Try to do your best and work hard. You can have child/ren only once. If your child/ren turn out good, you are okay, but if not you are on your own later on in your life.” Said Mrs. Christensen (the supervisor) to Maw before she left Virginia.

    Four of Maw’s patients were once millionaires but died penniless because the government wouldn’t help them since they were wealthy. One didn’t transfer her wealth to her daughter before she got sick. But it was to late.

    Mrs. Helen Smith (?), Mr. Simpson (?), Mr. Leedman (?), and Mr. Paramoor (?) all had the same story. You can’t take money to heaven. Learn to live within your means and never spend beyond your budget. Without money, you cannot retire.

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  • Nogging off…

    Maw nods off with her head held slightly forward and with her mouth opened. I imagined how my maternal auntie Nita might have passed on in same manner while sleeping upright in her chair, alone at home, as found by a family member. Sometimes I have to hold Maw’s head upright to allow DEEPER breaths.

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  • Crop circle chaff…

    Had a thought: each symbol represents a “gateway” – either to come or go as a “passport” for certain set of families or group of entities. Of course, each symbol can be man-infested by mere thought and/or “man-made” *by artists.

    *Was in reference to an EndTimes blog regarding the Biblical “chaff”.

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  • Itchy left palm…

    While eating dinner and at around 7:40pm, my left palm started to itch. The itchiness was located at the base of the wrist above the carpal tunnel and then along the wide expanse of fleshy area.

    It started suddenly and I told Maw who seemed to smile but said nothing. I pointed out the possibilites of a varicose vein popping up nearby, the shrimp and yellow butter squash eaten, or even the dishwashing liquid used.

    “When you have itchy palm(s), money is on its way.” ~old Filipino saying by Maw. Yeah, right, if only that were true, I would be a firm believer.

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  • Plinky Prompt 860

    40th me

    The perfect age for retiring is 40 years. That's when everything starts slowing down and falling apart. I know when I am ready to retire because working hard will never be same and there will be enough to wind down for an early death from lack of purpose except existing.

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  • OSH shopping…

    We came back from shopping at Orchard Supply (Ware)House. After getting a replacement pedal for Maw’s sewing machine off Aborn Rd., my mind remembered a replacement rubber tips (1.25″ & 7/8″) for the iron board and folding chair, respectively.

    “We pay the sales tax.” The weekend event is going on right now on July 16 and July 17.

    Paw is cheap. Instead of shopping for new rubber tips, he wrapped the old tips back on the furniture with masking tape and clear packing tape for the iron board and folding chair, respectively.

    This is the kind of programming I have to live with for the rest of my life, whereby a weak link in the chain CAN ruin a relationship. Now the old timers are short circuiting faster, guess who has to be the anchor in the family to keep the bots from floating off into sea? Moi!

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