Tag: gardening

  • 20061025-Stupid Discussion

    Well, here we go again with the people at ‘Ex-Ball’ targeting me. There are various incidences here that seem to go unreported or unnoticed by people who are in turn with their environment.

    Some cough by passing by my desk everyday, like ‘Toad Soup,’ (an Italiano who works in facilities department); sneeze, like ‘Upchuck Red’ (a white guy who works in facilities department); annoy with stray comments, like sales people near the elevator and disrupt, like ‘Jerk Turdannatto’ (another Italiano who works in the finance collections department).

    From 02:00PM to 02:30PM today, I met with ‘Matter Mole.’ She is nice a ‘Crys-Tian’ and understands the concept of being assertive and sited examples of her life where she stepped up to strangers to correct their alleged wrongful behavior in public. She listened well and took notes as I babbled to the best of my Americanized language.

    The ‘Smith’ conference room was near the sales department and they people were listening. I didn’t make myself very loud so they wouldn’t hear. The ‘idioms’ at this company know I hate them for being so stupid too. My quiet and shy behavior makes me more easily misunderstood to these loud mouths. And they do no realize the nature of accounting and how certain dead zones are not supposed to be noisy. Every pennies count, by the way.

    So after thirty minutes of airing out my issues, she would speak with ‘Log Nelson’, the boss of the turd I keep mentioning in my now deleted blogs. I wonder if the people from HR would speak to the actual stalkers elsewhere that I have yet to mention. Those who could access my blogs in private mode already have their targets named by me. I am a whistleblower to certain but a discrete one. I am security minded yet freedom of speech is further limited recently, I’m afraid.

    My other stalker has been ‘Fancy Soul’ who works in my department. After he revealed his non-blood relation me, the nature of our working relationship has never been the same. My visible abhorrence to him has been felt and noticed by him. I have snapped at him and he has snapped his fingers in my face. He has chewed an apple in my ears after reading my blogs about him.

    As a result, he has already reported me to ‘CarolTwin DaZit’, who was our former boss but now has quit the company since 09-15-2006. She tends agree too much with the boy to further confuse is state of mind. His being a ‘Crys-Tian’ does not make him a better person either if he continues to disrespect his seniors at work, like ‘LeNaval RedEyes’ and me.

    His uncle is married to my blood auntie. The couple has disrespected my parents this year on Mother’s Day weekend. By the way, his uncle also clobbered his daughter, my first cousin, for doing substances. That tells you how they handle difficult problems.

    His uncle has this high ego just like ‘Fancy Soul’ does. All they talk about is money. ‘Fancy Soul’ assumed I had money and quoted out of the air that I may have $100,000.00. He justified this because he thinks I live rent free with my parents in an already paid off house. He further wanted help from me and this further strained my working relationship with him worse. He does not know when to shut up.

    He suggested I buy a house in Las Vegas for investment and has a cousin who could help me get a property over there. His uncle wants to sell the first house where his only daughter lives. This means the girl would not afford to raise her family of two kids and a husband that looks similar to ‘Fancy Soul.’ I should tell ‘Fancy Soul’ I changed my mind.

    I do not understand why certain people have targeted my path. ‘Matter Mole’ explained that some who are open to criticism and willingness to learn from their mistakes are free from fear and don’t have any need for ill feelings. This shows that the company could have a big file on anyone and still get nowhere. Like ‘Dung Heap’, the manger of my supervisor named ‘LeNaval RedEyes’, ‘Matter Mole’ wanted to find out what I wanted.

    Of course, I was prepared for this inquiry and responded to her, ‘whatever is right.’ I wanted justice. But this place, like so many big companies, play safe and find out what happened to be between both sides. I told her I intended not to do anything with the turd and that was my strongest statement. I wanted to make her realize that the turd had better not be projecting his problems with his now divorced wife on me. I did mention I was concerned for my safety.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060920-Big Wispy

    fluffy wuffy wispy clouds
    sniffle whipples for the crowds
    embrace us majestic shrouds

    I am humbled once again to share the beauty that is the form of wispy clouds. This picture was taken around 05:30PM after I arrived home from work. The direction was due west and from our backyard.

    I love taking pictures of clouds like these and on this grand scale I feel quite small. My mind creates pictures out of clouds. I saw one that looked heart shape and this picture may contain a face but I am not too sure.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060903-Lazy Sunday

    I awoke to a cloudy day. ‘Kali-Maw’ and I ate breakfast and ‘Shiva-Paw’ is finishing his meal. The current time is 09:39AM (Pacific Time) and I’ve briefly read articles online and decided to enter this small blog. There is hardly anything to do since everything has been organized after ‘Squirrel-Ling’ moved out of the house. Maybe I should use the vacuum cleaner upstairs. Nah!

    Sunday should be for attending mass and visiting people, such as the nicer relatives and friends, afterwards. This day should be the ‘day of rest.’ I believe resting is for those who have done too much hard work. For those who cannot afford to take the seventh day of the week, they have my prayers.

    In my opinion, working hard means to utilize one’s potential prior to becoming bedridden and useless to society. People who are wealthy and do nothing to serve humanity are at best considered lazy and useless to me. This includes producing any form of entertainment for profit and encouraging ‘beauty enhancing’ products (like blue eye shadows) and services (like plastic surgery) for the body for profit.

    Visiting the homeless shelters, nursing homes, children’s hospitals, or orphanages; funding efforts to find cures for cancers, establish stronger education (so ALL people can read and write and know what is really going on and inside the planet) or cleaner and more fuel efficient technologies; or donating knowledgeable resources to help find missing persons, bring justice to innocent folks harmed by bad people or protecting whistleblowers ( ) from bad people would be better ways spent by these wealthy folks.

    Okay, enough of my ramblings. As expressed in my previous blogs, life’s experience is the greatest lesson. I wouldn’t be throwing hints at you people via my blogs if my personal experiences lead me to believe that the nefariously, wrong odor would cross my path several times. If you want my honest opinion, I am observing how everyone treats each other. It’s that simple (me thinks). Carry-on and enjoy your ‘Sun’-day.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060423-Cleaning Chaos

    I was awakened twice by Paw knocking on my bedroom door. I couldn’t wake up because of going to bed early last night; waking up early this morning; composing a three hour blog; and sleeping another four hours to make up for lost hours of beauty rest.

    Brat called us from his new home around 10:00AM. He needed help in cleaning the house. I loaded up the trunk of the Mazda with Maws wooden basket of orange drinks, bottled waters and bear claw pastries; one vacuum cleaner; two sweeping brooms; two dust holders; one mop and one floor sweeper, which was the same one they bought today but never used.

    We arrived with the usual lack of manners from her, which is typical of her kind because I’ve encountered many before her. I had expected her to come out and greet my bio-units and me and to help us unload our cleaning tools. I do not understand why two people need to change the front door handles and locks and why continued to smile from the front door.

    I ‘manned’ the vacuum cleaner downstairs while the mostly wooden floor of maple was swept by Maw and mopped by Paw for about one hour. Another hour or so was spent by me vacuuming the upstairs carpet of light beige and newly installed marble flooring. We did not bother doing the bathrooms.

    The cleaning of the two-car garage was done for another hour or so. Paw swept the walls and garage door free of spider webs while I swept up the saw dust and debris below. Maw held the plastic bag open so I could throw away the two piles of dirt.

    Twit and I attempted to pull out the garden lanterns from the front lawn because Brat didn’t like these in his lawn. We stopped pulling the black wires at the backyard because of potential electrical hazards. She had the wrong pliers to try to cut the wires free from the soil and Brat got mad at her again for not knowing better.

    They will hire an electrician to remove those wires and another cream colored wire sticking out from the backyard. There seemed to be a fountain that used to be in the backyard due to the dark gray outline of moisture left behind on the cement.

    Twit actually got her hands dirty because Maw told her that her hands used to be nice and pretty when she was young but had use her hands later on in life to get any work done around the house and garden. The front ice plants of yellow flowers were being removed with one of her shovels by the four as I drove twice to retrieve gardening tools from our garage and our backyard.

    After I handed Paw his favorite leather gardening gloves, I handed her a pair of our light green colored gardening gloves but she didn’t seem to want to put those on. Once again she didn’t seem the kind to get her nice and pretty hands and fingers dirty for now. My hands are rough and not as well manicured because of working too hard to care.

    I immediately swept the sidewalk with the walis, a Filipino broom made of several long bamboo sticks wrapped together to form a handle on one end. I had to bend over and squat down low to get the full sweeping effects of this broom, which could get into the crevices of the sidewalk.

    She got the long handled broom and she too began to sweep whatever dirt remained on the sidewalk. Maw got herself another walis because this is her preferred sweeping tool. Paw and Brat got to use shovels of straight and spade; hoes and pick axes.

    I saw one millipede and many pill bugs both young and old running from the sidewalk to the lawn since their home of yellow flowering ice plants was being pulled, shoveled and raked. I kept sweeping them back; saying sorry and trying to avoid stepping on any one of them.

    We piled our hard work in front of their house for pick up tomorrow Monday by the city. I then loaded up Paw tools (0r property as he mumbled under his breath) into the trunk. Maw got mad again thinking that the same plants needed to be removed from around the mailbox areas. The gardening activity took another hour or so.

    We kept our energies up throughout the whole ordeal by eating and drinking whatever we brought over. I drank two bottled water; left over bear claw pastries from Maw and Twit popular coffee drink in a bottle, which she bought. I had to drink lots of liquid because I was still experiencing these headaches from lack of proper hydration.

    The sentiment from both my bio-units and I is that although both airheads are in love; they do not seem to know what they are doing. We do not understand why they seem to take long too dump their properties into their new house and why it would take us three people only four hours to accomplish this cleaning when both had the whole week since Tuesday to clean.

    We completed our first of lifelong ‘help’ to these airheads until 02:30PM. We left disgusted after both did not show proper respect and appreciation for our hard work by closing the garage door from the kitchen on us. They continued to talk about the keys to different doors as Paw tried to explain the various usages of rags left over to his son.

    I had expected Twit to at least offer to take us out to lunch but once again her kinds to do seem to care. I will tell Brat to not get engage to her yet because she does not understand English all that well; basic protocol of being nice to people who could have used some decent nourishment from today’s work; and knowing better not to share keys to the house with her relatives unless going on a trip.

    I am tired and had to pop our dirty clothes into the washing machine. My shower was tiring but refreshing starting at 03:00PM. I managed to get online to edit this blog starting at 03:20PM. I am not happy to know that our service to humanity in this form could be this physically exhausting. My rare headache continues to throb in my brain.

    My logic prior to getting out of bed was that I was overweight and could use some needed exercise and that our cleaning their house right away would expedite their moving from our lives so they could start their own. Although there are differences in handling today’s event, Twit said ‘thank you’ to me softly at the garage door without looking and that was enough for me for now.

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  • 20060406-Brown Flowers

    My nose starts to itch as I sneeze a certain way.
    A brown nose named ‘Shamy’ does annoy us each day.
    She became a new manager up this ladder.
    She watches silently. Her co-workers are madder.

    She should be supervisor and not higher up.
    She bosses and struts like another clueless pup.
    A good background makes this position ideal.
    Her lack of experience should not have a high deal.

    Promotion is good for those unworthy stiff pods.
    They control everyone like foolish and selfish gods.
    Their subordinates know how to play than work hard
    as they watch their backs recently to the nine yards.

    Money speaks as the mouth that schmooze promotions.
    Their cogwheel technique is to provide the lotions.
    They rub their superiors with their greasy palm ways.
    Their superiors smell their flowery bouquets.

    Revised on 07-09-2006 at 11:04PM…

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  • 20060329-Slamming System

    The accounting is down for the meantime.
    At ten AM, I found my new thoughts climb.
    This old system should be quickly removed.
    This typing at work could be much improved.
    I type in front of the computer all day.
    I would go outdoors more if they would pay.

    I wonder why we work so fast and hard.
    I imagine playing on the court yard.
    I’d dribble a lay up and slam the ball.
    I can’t reach the hoop because I’m not that tall.
    My legs are best kept tucked away with clothes.
    My knees look like big knuckles from hoses.

    Healthier was high school PE classes.
    Sedentary is behind these thick glasses.
    I sleep less and dream in vivid unrest.
    The slamming shocks system as a test.
    My electrical body computer knows.
    System is rebooted by unseen blows.

    Revised on 07-09-2006 at 10:20PM…

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  • 20060316-Stinky Smelly

    The trails of clouds loomed over blue skies above.
    The stink lingered in the air without the love.
    It was metallic and had that junkyard smell.
    I did not like awakening to that chemical hell.

    That morning’s event is not as bad as you think.
    There is ‘Richstink Stinkiness’ at work that truly did stink.
    Other co-workers confirmed his great, foul stench.
    One month ago with my teeth tightly clenched.

    My hands covered both my mouth and my sad nose.
    That mini-lunch room needed fresh scented rose.
    The morning of January fifth, oh six
    was no better than his smell we could not fix.

    His eye color is a light and livid blue.
    I saw from my desk what seemed to be so true.
    There was a small slit just below his right eye.
    He changes his contact. I cannot deny.

    He sweats profusely each time he is near me.
    He does not know that there are angels too see.
    After a few days from last’s month lunchroom stink,
    he upgraded to his cleaner shirt of pink.

    He drives in one of those large, black SUVs.
    He could be one of those agents watching me.

    A photo of January sixth, oh six
    showed more blue skies without any magic tricks.
    There stood two blessings without the slightest frown
    upon a hilltop so dry and prickly brown.

    Revised on 07-09-2006 02:58AM…

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