They bankrupt us! I say bankrupt ALL of them!Don’t buy anything ‘Made in China’.Stick to food, clothing & mortgage.Save for paying down debt or file bankruptcy.
Tag: food
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20090120-Two Collapses
Senators Robert C. Byrd (D-West Virginia) and Edward M. Kennedy (D-Massachusetts) have been taken from an inauguration luncheon for President Barack Obama.
I hope these two old timers will recover fast enough to realize that love conquers all! I really don’t like the looks on their faces. It looks, well, too almost inhuman and not natural. They don’t have pretty faces.
It appears these two Senators couldn’t handle the good vibrations and all the excitement from some good ole, home cooking or ‘soul food’. The good stuff probably went straight to their hearts and into whatever is left of their hardened souls, if any.
I wonder if they turned red in the face. That should have indicated something was happening. I haven’t seen any photographs online and wonder if any ‘proof’ will be available via the mainstream media for the general public to believe.
Copyright © 2009 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
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20090119-Lowered Expectation
Twit:fights w/ boyfriend in front of his parents,won’t sit down,eat their food,learn their culture or religion,gossips about her affairs,plays dumb&stubborn,etc
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20090119-Take What
‘Take what u want but eat what u take.'(Paw after Maw noticed how he mixes up his food.)Be grateful for abundance.But avert ur gaze at petty annoyances in life.
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20090118-Slow Drive
Drove slow under 40MPH via back roads.Shopped at 99 Ranch,then Asian Seafood for grocery with Maw.McD for 2large fries.Sunny day,fresh air, rolled windows down.
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20090109-Elitist Eating
I’m hungry and wonder why Asians eat Italian food and yet they don’t eat their stuff ‘Made in China’! It feels wrong being served by Mexicans: I can’t dine well.
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20090102-Rainy Day
It’s a rainy day. We went to morning mass, at breakfast at McDonald, drank milk chocolate to get rid of food and shopped at the commissary store for milk et al.
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20090101-Rainy Day
Happy Rainy Day! It’s rainy, cloudy, gray and cold. We woke up early to attend the 930am mass. Midnight was jumps, hugs, porridge, noodles and ‘puto’. It’s old.
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20081224-Presenting Gifts
On a fine Thursday morning, Maw instructed me to wrap up two clothes on sale. This was meant for the two children living across the street from us. The clothes were a pink, fuzzy wool-like sweater and a brown smaller one for the tyke.
I did just that — measuring the small boxes (from the One Dollar Store) lengthwise across the gift wraps, folding a precise, triangular width using the straightedges of the wrapper while holding the ‘middle’ part in place for a perfect cut, cutting the paper with the dull serrated edges of a butter knife as opposed to using a scissor, folding, taping, bowing and labeling well.
This went on for about an hour in a relaxed pace. The rain went on and on. The parakeets chirped on and on. Paw helped cook the meal as instructed and washed and cleaned the dishes; while Maw sewed the finishing touches to her clothes, which she will wear while dancing at the wedding.
I got dressed and hurriedly put on some ‘thong’ slippers. Out the front door I went, knowing that the bio-units were indoors. Their three vehicles were parked outside. Of course they were renting the place. But for how long is still unknown.
I rang the doorbell once and the guy answered. The older girl babbled intelligently while the little baby said ‘Hi’ in her mother’s arms. I cannot remember but they said a lot of proper greetings. The older couple was seated on their recliner sofa.
I asked how the older woman with crutches was doing. She said fine. Her husband was ninety degree to her right and directly in front of me. I know they are friendly because they would wave at us. And we would wave back.
As a matter of fact, they brought their two children over for Halloween. I barely remembered the older girls name and thought the younger was a boy. The former had brown eyes while the latter had piercing blue eyes.
Later that evening the couple and their two children came over and present to the three of us a basket of goodies. The basket was bright red in color and covered in thick cream-colored fabric with red, six-sided snowflakes as designs.
The contents were two jars of delicious pickled cheese and green olives. I don’t know what the green leaves were and thought they looked like spinach. There were tomatoes or pimentos, too.
Cookies of all sorts were wrapped in plastic cellophane — gingerbread, oatmeal and chocolate chips and my favorite lemon with green crystals sprinkled on top. I like the party colored sprinkles but anything sugary tastes good.
Then there was a very cute but small loaf of banana nut bread and chocolate fudge brownies. I was very delighted and felt blessed that such fine neighbors made these foods. I told them I would be the primary consumer of these goodies.
It’s true. I almost finished half the cookies on Christmas Day, about one of two jars worth of this pickled stuff and I still have to work my way to the bread and brownies.
Of course there is still the extra food brought over on Christmas Day by the husband to one of Maws’ friends. He left almost immediately. Truly, this season represented abundance, not of material goods but a cornucopia of food o’ plenty!
Now I truly know why I am meant to be big-boned: It is to hold my extra pounds that I put on during the holiday season. At this rate, I’ll never achieve the idealized skinny look of the rich. Meh!
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20080710-Purple Pill
What would happen when offered the opportunity to ingest both the red pill and blue pill (like the movie ‘The Matrix’? Would we get the purple people – a combination of both freedom fighters for the truth while working under the guise of hard working, enslaved protectors, respectively?
I do not know what the ‘awakened’ folks are talking about and do not fully understand or care if people are slaves or not. I see lots of people having fun in their illusion of reality despite the truth that they are slaves who work long hours with insurmountable debt that cannot be paid off until death.
The ‘blue pill’ people believe they are free – free from the old ways of living on the farm with an outhouse for pooping and well water for drinking. And yes some are willing to pay the price that no amount of convincing from the ‘red pill’ people, who would stop these ‘blue people’ from pursuing a lifestyle of self destruction – a belief system they hold fast and dear to ‘protect’ themselves from having fun.
Detainment camps are like people living in expensive castles or housing paid by interest only.
We seem to be following another form of Hilter and his Gestapo to protect individual property from me terrorized. Look at Southern California and their burnt down homes. The police state acts like a litmus test. Some oppose this idea but when overpopulation booms there needs to be some sort of control mechanisms in place to keep the most if not all the ‘blue people’ happy and content. This is where communism has been installed.
The freedom to travel is only in one’s mind. There is always the televised programming showing travel destinations. This version of couch potato-ism is by far much safer. There is no need for travel bag inspection or malaria from teste flies. Plus one gets free use of one’s own toilet for relief, refrigerator for food when hungry, bottled water when thirsty and a comfortable bed anytime of the day or night when tired.
Once again, roadblocks are to keep people from trespassing for whatever reasons. The recent ‘thought crimes’ mean that people are abusing their privilege to trespass on other unsuspecting ‘innocents’ who have no idea how much influence the world could be shaped with just a thought. Roadblocks means a fight if one does not comply. This means to ostracized, ridiculed and jailed without representation to the white man’s laws written on paper.
The blue pill people are idiots and yes when in groups would believe and support each other to keep their matrix box from falling apart. For example, people would believe that taking vaccination shots will help them overcome our most basic single cell organism – bacteria, which when alter beyond the precepts of mother natures intension of DNA structure become virus.
Ah the fiat system will never seem to go away as per my ‘fifth kind’. The illusion is to keep people from taking advantage of each other through the tediousness of gold standards and barter systems. Those that do take advantage of each other are being carefully monitored and yes they are to be burned in hell too for lack of ethics and moral values.
My bank account is beyond zero dollars and made possible by TPTB. Like the blue people, I’ve ingested too much crap that further resolution is to go through the British form of justice. The deeper we continue to participate in the British corporation of slavery the further deep into the rabbit hole we become. Standing idly by, staring and marveling at the beauty of the matrix is not only pure genius but pure evil in this illusion of any reality.
Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
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20081209-Serving Both
Luke 16:13 (International Standard Version ©2008)
“No servant can serve two masters, because either he will hate one and love the other, or be loyal to one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and wealth!”Well, I disagree with not being able to serve both sides of the same coin. Since we live in a world where money is essential for basic necessities in life (like food, clothing and shelter), there is no way to serve ‘God’ and not hearing the cries of the poor without some ‘wealth’.
Tonight, I have learned that the Asian attitude is the responsibility of the person, who can afford, to provide the support for the poorer relatives. This explains why most Filipinos appear ungrateful, not properly thanking the party offering their hard earned pennies.
I’ve heard this type of thinking was very wrong for those who worked so hard to earn a living. This is because when the rainy days come, the generous ones who have fallen on hard times cannot seem to find help from the very persons, who ‘took’ the money and ran.
I’ve also learned that some Filipinos like to dress well and impress each other about their accomplishments, like owning many real properties or holding positions as an officer in politics or the military.
Most Filipinos who came to America worked as fruit pickers. Some served in the military and stayed away from their family for several months at a time.
Those who didn’t go through these hardships do not understand tears cannot be shed or appreciations offered in recognition for those who seek to impress. Their bragging is empty. For they have forgotten the value of humility.
I have learned too that the ones who appear dressy and have very bad attitudes are ugly to my eyes. I know a couple of parishioners, who recently celebrated their 50th Wedding Anniversary over the weekends. They hardly greet people. They, unfortunately, do not donate well despite their image of being snotty.
For those who dress way down during mass, they are especially generous. I do not understand why those without much discernment do not read my blogs well enough to learn how to use their observations as a tool to find out who is naughty or nice.
The stories are real for I, too, am a star witness to life’s drama. My own family and relatives have taught me to take care of myself because noone else will. Noone else has enough energy or time to take care of both self and others. This is what I fail to understand.
Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
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20081104-What’s That?
What are people’s thoughts on Karma? (per Old_Gobbo via WM)
If I were a wee child once again, I would ask: WHAT’S THAT? This means as adult we shouldn’t even have to label any karma as good or bad or have any concern in the world if karma exists as a word or even a concept of philosophy or whatever.
In other ‘words’, karma means nothing to me. Nothing means anything to me. Anything that is important to anyone else means nothing to me. Your wedding, your love, your death, your food, your money, your lacking or even you mean nothing to me.
‘Re-incarnation’, too, means nothing to me. I don’t remember my past lives or know if I have any lives other than the current fleshy and bloody form that I’m forced to experience on this earth plane. I certainly don’t believe my lack of memory from histories etched into my alleged Akashic ‘records’ would influence my present life, future ones or any outcomes either.
So whatever this ‘group karma’ that I’ve been reading about, whether true or false, foretells; it leaves nothing important to me. Or what did I have for my three courses of meal yesterday or the days prior to that one? It’s that simple: What that means is really nothing at all.
It’s not worth trying to define. It takes too much thinking to figure out too about what’s that karma all about. All I could suggest is that what is yours is mine, sort of along the saying:
Mi casa es tu casa…
The saying above is translated as ‘my house is your house’. So if y’all want to clean house, y’all have to clean up your act first and when and if you have enough moral ounce of strength, y’all can take care of each other (as yourself). And act upon your prayers (that little voice in your small mind) as if your last breath depended on your decisions to do right. Timing is crucial, too. So remember: It’s all about this ‘group karma’. Get it?
Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.