Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: gardening

  • 20110412-Shopping Stuff

    Well, while I’ve donated stuff, Paw and I ended up buying stuff! It’s insane to get rid of stuff just to accumulate even more stuff. But this stuff is for sleeping. We went to Anna’s Linen and I thought that matching brown comforter set would replace Maw’s pink ones. But I wanted a cotton/polyester blend. After Paw bought his six Dust Devil filter for the heater (12x24x1) and galvanized wire for gardening, we went to Eastridge Mall.

    Our first stop was Macy’s, it had two nice designs for $75 each! But they were 100% cotton, which is known to shrink. The thread count is nominal at 200; while the thicker and better ones have more thread counts. Our second stop was Bed and Bath Beyond, but they had plain-colored styles and didn’t carry a fitted, vinyl protector for Maw’s XL Twin mattress. Her vinyl covering cracked last night. Our third stop was Sears, where I found an XL Twin comforter for over $50. They didn’t carry XL Twin sheets. Our fourth and final stop was JCPenny’s where they had the right blend and colorful sheets — two each for Maw and Paw. The set was $20 for one fitted, one straight and one standard/queen-sized pillow. Maw got colorful circles for one and the other colorful strips. Paw got bright blue and dark cream.

    The shopping time took four hours of walk. Earlier today, I walked around the doctors’ offices for over 30 minutes. Maw’s doctor had arrived late from the hospital at 11:20am. We arrived at 10:20am. I was pissed! To Obama and pals, they should deduct points from doctor’s that make patients wait for more than 15 minutes! The system is a monopoly! I don’t like it! With that said, today’s mid-morning walk helped to warm-up and strengthen my legs after two weeks of less walking and for this afternoon’s shopping walk!

    Of course, en route home bound, one black SUV tailgated me. I just yawned and let off the accelerator to let the skin-head of a Mexicano know NOT to mess with me. I just slowed my speed down some more when traffic was up ahead. I have learned to control my temper but still curse the fools for not realizing that most don’t have health insurance.

  • 20110406-Weathery Ways

    The whole day has been beautiful, except this morning, which was slightly overcast. The sunshine is bright! And the winds have been strong and cold. This morning, I managed piss off while flushing the bird bath with fresh water. Later a dark, high-crest, little black bird took a drink and bath. After eating breakfast and washing the dishes, I then dressed for gardening and used the electric blower to gather more eucalyptus leaves, which filled our red-colored and rusty-looking wheelbarrow twice. That took no more than one hour.

    After a shower, I continued my Lenten Season project on mostly old income tax records. The rest are colorful reading materials. The plastic bin looks more manageable but I still can visualize what else I need to do with items that I could throw away.

    As for Paw, he had spent the whole day from 9:30amuntil 6:00pm doing the yard work – mowing the lawn, pick up weed and scarping plants from the sidewalks. I love my dandelion roars! Only these are taller! The ground flowers of small purple flowers and yellow ones are nice./

  • 20110331-More Spooks

    Though people are friendly towards me, there is a tendancy to attract the “bad” side. While little Theresa and I walked to the parking lot, she talked about how it’s nice that I could drive — that being I’m the guy and she is the girl. So right there, she’s a friggin, faggot! That was more than twice that she alluded to this nutty comment.

    So I grilled her if she felt dizzy on the road while driving, was too slow or if she had gotten into accidents, whatever. She claimed not to drive too far into San Francisco and Santa Cruz because from what she said her driving is not that reliable. She lets her husband drive her.

    Again, people like her expect me to get out of the house and hang out with friends. She’s not the only one who told me to get a life. But people like her don’t realize how expensive it is to maintain a relationship — buy now, reciprocate later. I pissed off at her and told her that I really don’t like friends: They just get in the way.

    She then explained her version but I really didn’t want to hear her. She kept encouraging me to keep in touch with her and call her; so we could go out to lunch together again. Even the temp girl would like me to hang out with her and have some drinks! You know what? Go away! I just don’t have the clothes, shoes, money or character to play off hanging around people that I don’t want to be close!

    Even my hair was cut short to disguise myself and to look more professional but for whatever reason, people know that I’m not that serious! Little Theresa wanted me to meet her brother, who is around my age and no doubt a short person, like her! Honestly, I won’t be entirely “satisfied” with Asians, especially if he doesn’t have a job! I don’t care if he may be wealthy.

    Most Vietnamese are “wealthy” before they came to America. I’m just not interested in meeting people, period. I’d rather sleep and daydream; blog and rant; jump up and down in the garden and play with the parakeets and give the twosome a hard time.

    What people don’t realize is that I’ve had enough with those damn dramas. Sure, people are friendly at first but I’d hate to know their “dark side” and after awhile the excitement goes away until another phone call to kill the misery of a miserable person who is bored to death.

    Go away, freaks! Stop bothering me!

  • 20110329-Weathery Ways

    At 7:00pm, the setting sun shines into my eyeballs while I’m trying to scan more old paper works. I am reminded that things must CHANGE. And like the sad but great news at around 5:00pm with the boss and the other temp guy, our contract expires on Thursday, March 31, 2011. This means I’ve no income. Once again, I’m depending on my “teachers” for support during these times of distress. On the flip side, I get to stay home, take care of the elderly and parakeets and do chores to clean up around the house and gardening after the cold spells of winter and after the rain storms this past couple of weeks. I’ll be glad to sleep late and wake up early to drive the three of us to morning mass and have breakfast at McDonald’s. I’ll have to find a way to exercise, though because I don’t feel safe walking alone beyond my front door.

  • 20110329-Eating Home

    Today, I had to eat at home. Why? I forgot my food and my earrings! It’s a good thing because the parakeets had little food left. And so I scraped the dried poop from the tray and filled their resin dish made for the reptiles with seeds, gravel and grits, oat groats, dried greens and some Edible Earth. I wanted to give them a quick shower with the garden hose while the sun was shining but the winds blew cold and the twosome had just arrived from the DeCa Commissary store with some grocery.

    I had to move my car out of the garage and into the driveway, thinking they’d come much later.

    After cooking two blocks of Top Ramen and another circular-shaped block of noodles, we ate lunch and I helped wash the dishes. Then I brushed my teeth and threw away trash from the upstairs bathroom to the outdoor trash. (We only have one trash for garage and one for recycling upstairs).

    And off I went and back to work. While Allen B. and two full-time staff were walking towards the cul-de-sac, he had waved at me and bade me a safe driving en route to home earlier. He’s such a good boy.

  • 20110328-Bored Again

    Maw and Paw wants me to work. I want freedom from working. I actually enjoyed staying at home and doing nothing, except eat, sleep and support the old timers in chores and gardening. I actually miss gardening and playing with my pet parakeets. I really disown this “temp job from hell”: “It smells”.

    I also miss watching the televised talking heads make fools of themselves in front of public by “reporting” as it were agendas in politics and other current events worldwide. Then I could blog about my opinions of what was being “reported” and offer a twisted solution of reality.

    However, working here gives me a different perspective in life. I actually have to socialize and work with people who have different attitudes, too! Plus, I get to exercise in a safe environment outdoors where there are cameras to make sure I don’t get mugged while enjoying nature and getting fresh air.

  • 20110322-Noticing Numbers

    With my 70 Sheets, Gregg Ruled, Green-colored, Steno Notebook by AMPAD CORP., Dallas, TX 75252 and pen on hand, I’ve scribbled more double and triple digit values from my car’s dashboards and the people’s CA license plate number. Of course, I’d have to be FULLY stopped to better control the writing clearly and to avoid accidents on the road, of course!

    3/10/2011:

    5:85am: 70833 (odometer); 5448 (speedometer).

    2/21/2011:

    8:26am: CA # 211.
    5:55pm: CA # 555.
    5:29pm: CA # 113

    Lots of number eight here:

    Black # 108
    White # 428
    Red # 318
    White #368

    3/22/2011:

    8:25am: 70980 (odometer); 6990 (speedometer).
    8:28am: 70988 (odometer); 6999 (speedometer).
    8:33am: 70990 (odometer); 7019 (speedometer).

    Blue # 110.
    White # 011.
    White # 477.

    —

    Now, if you’re bored and want to keep busy, try gardening instead.

  • 20110312-More Spooks

    The three of us arrived five minutes late to a five-year old birthday party held at a chicken coop near the SJC airport because I took the route where Mexicans usually converge to shop at our local flea market on the weekends. Maw got pissed because I didn’t take the nicer route.

    There were lots of overweight White and Filipino people eating already by the time we got there at 12:40pm. We had fun talking with the local parishioners at the “reserved” table, near the table with three cakes. The “mother” of the boy wore tight clothing of baby blue that her flab was hanging out and an array of plastic bejeweled pieces – crown, earrings, necklace, bracelet and rings. She’s overweight too.

    Manong Ben joked about how a Mexciano stole a whole tray of burritos for $0.65 each, how another guy was stealing from one of his neighbor, who is an FBI agent, and how a police asked for his identification while he dressed like a dirty gardener working on his son’s front yard up in Manteca, CA.

    Manong Carlos was one fed up old man about the Vietnamese at our local church and Gloria can’t seem to stop him from being VERY humorous at the table tonight. “I don’t care what people have to say or what they about me. They should be worried what I say about them.” He said so boldly to the other three Filipino couples and me.

    Manong Erik is very humorous. He is a member of the Knights of Columbus, an offshoot of Masons (much like Jehovahs are offshoots of Christians). But Paw wouldn’t want to participate in their affairs and declined being an usher, too. This was the second time he was offered a chance to “serve the Lord”. Yeah, right.

    He seemed so excited to speak with us and practically took over the conversation at the table. He knows about the Filipino culture and talked about the tendancy for people of the Malay language to repeat the words or phrases twice in a row as an emphasis, such as “araw-araw” for “daily”.

    I mentioned to him we have relatives in Batangas, Antipolo, Rizal, Lumbang and Bicol, which I pronouced with my thick Western accent as BYE-KOHL. It really should be pronounced BEE-COAL. “You’re okay!” he told me as he stepped back to laugh out loud.

    Manang “Minh” handed me a yellow container of chocolate with a red ballon tied to it. And like a kid, I took it! Later on that night, I should have given it to the little White boy who had asked for it. Boy! Talk about greedy! But I took a picture of it and it’s now sitting atop my computer workstation upstairs at home!

  • Masonic Preparer

    Well, Paw couldn’t accompany me to get my income tax filed for close to $200. He sounded slow over the phone en route home bound and looked slow too in person when I intercepted him walking around the backyard in the FREEZING outdoor air! I don’t know how he could tolerate such cold climates. As for Maw, she hurried to get dressed and then took along her crochet project — a hat and scarf for the boy. The color of the yarn is dark blue. So from 6:30pm to 7:30pm, the old woman was VERY patient to wait on the hard chair while the robot-looking guy manned the front desk. His hairs was trimmed very nicely on front and cut very closely to the scalp. The hairstyle could be similar to JR, a cute one.

    Anyway, my tax preparer was a darker, pock-faced, older guy, who wore slightly dark glasses and a dark leather jacket. He seemed a bit bulky and almost as tall as me. Maw thought he was Samoan. And he did remind me of Pete in the way he worked — soft spoken and VERY knowledgeable. Plus, he knows what’s he doing for ten years or so. We shook hands and he went to work on my VERY simple paper work. But his breath was reeking with contamination! I inhaled a couple of his coughs but quickly covered my mouth and nose in proper respect for us women. I assume he is Muslim because the guy I dated had the same type of BAD BREATH the day after the crying over the death of his beloved mother. Yeah, right!

    I wasn’t sure if he or the receptionist was Hispanic because of their dark clothing. Nonetheless, I really wanted someone else to help me prepare my taxes for the year of 2010. I’m familiar with the most common forms but there was one that caught me off guard and I wanted to be sure that it was filed properly. I usually prepare my PERSONAL taxes through other software/online and as long as I pay in full, the IRS really doesn’t bother me all that much. I just want to “spread the wealth” by pulling my weight around according to the current laws, regulations, rules and other control mechanisms to keep us monkeys from eating too much bananas for our own good.

    With all that said, I was amazed at how efficiently he worked and navigated around the screens by using the keyboard very well. During the last few minutes of my one-hour allotted time indoors with the professional, I noticed something else with his eyes. The right eye as some sort of cloudiness of yellow to green over the front of the pupil. I thought to myself if anyone helped the guy take out that possible cataracts. Then again I imagined that he might have been injured during a war. Whatever the case, his functioning left eye worked well enough to get the job done.

    Tonight’s encounter with the tax preparer was yet another symbolic “Horus”, the one-eyed, ancient Egyptian god of the sky. To this day, I don’t know how I could continue to notice these occurrences because they are nothing out of the ordinary. And I certainly don’t understand why I should bother reporting what I feel is a wake-up call to something beyond me.

  • 20110201-Weathery Ways

    After lurking on the WM feed and seeing a photo of the nation blanketed in what appears to be white clouds everywhere, the recent news indicates:

    Bay Area gets sunny skies as much of the country endures winter storm
    By Bay City News Service
    Posted: 02/02/2011 06:18:55 AM PST
    Updated: 02/02/2011 06:18:55 AM PST

    The Bay Area is expected to be sunny today, with highs around 60 degrees and north winds around 5 to 15 mph.

    —
    Thanks, boys! Anyway, I came back from my VERY slow walk twice around the block during lunchtime and the weather is beautiful! The skies are crispy, clear and blue with VERY light-weight and VERY few sylphs. The air was cool enough to wear a light jacket but not hot enough to sweat because I wasn’t wearing my acrylic, high-collared sweater vest!

    The CEL gardener was fixing and water the pancy flowers at the main driveway on the first and second circuits, respectively. On the second circuit, I counted over 130 to 150 dandelion roars! A handful of gray puffs and VERY small, white flowers with yellow centers covered the ground. The bushes along the “southside” of the block were trimmed almost squarely and there were VERY small, white-colored, teardrop-shaped clusters of flowers.

  • Senseless Odors

    My olfactory senses seems to be “improved” recently. Although I can inhale the odors of gasoline, diesel smoke, cigars, and “burnt grass”, I hate the bad smell from Reptilians. That’s right! I’m calling them out to take a shower and perfume well to mask their stink! I hate you!

    During lunch Friday, Hoan stunk up the inside of my car and I had to keep rolling down the window! He wouldn’t stop twitching his arms and legs and kept squirming in his seat. My first orgone pyramid from CTBuster behind my car seat may have “bothered” him. Bahaha!

    He wouldn’t stop shaking his legs while in the restaurant, too. Thank goodness the waiter took away an extra seat from my right. I scooted my chair to the right in a rough and abrupt way to get away from the skunk. I hate Shrimpsei’s broken nano-pendant piece in my right jean pocket at that time. Bahaha!

    There is something wrong with the guy and his sanpaku eyes. In one photograph, he seemed to have looked into my direction as if he was thinking: “This woman is a fat pig and eating too much!” I didn’t care if the photo made me look fat.

    Anyway, he invited me to take along the other Vietnamese co-worker to eat out. I’m thinking to myself: “F^ck off, you stinker!” He wouldn’t stop asking personal questions like if I graduated with a certain degree and how long ago. I’m like: “F^ck off, you damn nosy-@ss, Gook!”

    I’m like: WTF are all those dark spots on his skin? Is that cancer from his bio-lab or something? I hate that temp agency and how they stuck me with these spooks! I’m f^cking calling out TPTB on these goons for setting me up with these nosy-@ass Gooks!

    I’m not prejudice folks. I hate smelly ugly people, that’s all. And he is the worse so far. Richard S. too was another stinker at my previous “employer from hell”. But he was a “white boy”.

    Also, Paw too still stunk after taking a shower to remove the stink from gardening late into Friday evening. Garlic and onion on his breath are especially disgusting. I don’t know why people continue to eat these aromatic bulbs. I get really pissed off mentally as if I want to punch his face in.

    Stinky Reptilians have that distinct, sweaty, acrid odor. Greys, too, have a particular odor, which is sulfur. I may be incorrect on both accounts. But last night, I smelled sulfur in Maw’s room or somewhere near Shrimpsei’s “Orgone Nano Home Shield” pyramid. I thought maybe it was her fart or my teeth.

    I do NOT know how I picked up that odor. But I do know the home shield may have caused Paw to loose his voice of mostly spit during our nightly rosary of three chaplets last night. It is as if he cannot get enough air to keep from fainting (like on the evening of 10/30/2010). His voice became raspy.

  • Struggling Saws

    Last night Maw was pissed because Paw didn’t want to help her cook a meal — diniguan (or a Filipino meat dish of bloody meat). Instead he does what he wants: gardening; since the pick-up for garbage, recycling and yard trimmings are Friday mornings.

    After eating dinner, washing up and saying the three chaplets for the rosary, she continued to verbally express her frustrations with a stubborn husband, whose relatives are the same — no exception, including the children and so on.

    Now she will do whatever she wants. She will no longer cook for Paw and me because we have “money” to buy our own food. She will attempt to attend noontime mass at Our Lady of Peace today. She has not driven in years! So I wish her good luck and hope that she doesn’t get into a freak accident or something!

    With that said, I had to tell her about Yesha’s FB message sent to me this Monday. I didn’t have the heart to stress Maw out and ruin her sunny days. But since Paw already pissed her off with his UNCOOPERATIVE trait and after Maw told me about the dreams of her deceased parents, I knew it was a good time to let her know about the medications her sister needed.

    But the catch was that Yesha wanted Maw’s permission to sell the rice field (for the medications). Since the “title” is with Maw, there is no way Yesha could get her requested PHOTOCOPY of the title from me! I got pissed off because this was NOT the proper way to conduct business. I told her that we will talk to our lawyer(s).

    My spider sense was tingling (regarding her “monkey business” for a long time after she contacted me via FB). I’m protective of my TANGIBLE ASSETS. Her interest was to secure a VISA to Australia so she could “marry” the wrinkly, OLD white man, who looks like Landy, a tongue-flicking Reptilian with facial bumps and uneven skin texture. In order to get a VISA, she needed proof of PROPERTY, which belongs to Maw and her sister.

    Yesha (with all the money that she claimed to have saved) doesn’t have a house and Maw cannot understand why her seemingly intelligent niece is bothering us about her mother’s medication. But instead, the fat blob lives in a run-down “apartment” in Manila where her employment is located. Maw scolded Yesha really good and made her cry.

    Although the “lost soul” is a “smooth talker”, Yesha chose a path of stupidity. Relatives claim she gambles and does prostitution with her “business clients”. She denies these allegations. She claims her brother Rico is abusive to her and that she worries about the “apo” (or grandchildren) starving.

    Maw told her to “cut the cord” with her abusive brothers and stupid relatives; take care of her health and loose some weight from her fatty, fat ass and comfort the stroke victim, her mother, my auntie Aida. Maw told her that ALL those evil relatives need to know what it’s like to struggle. Yesha is paying the karmic price of her mother’s stupidity.

    Aida was noted for stealing money from her mother, my late Lola Valing. And Maw got punished with spanking for Aida’s misdeed. And Maw’s resentment toward her younger sister won’t be forgotten or forgiven. Even her late, eldest sister, my auntie Anita, complained to Maw back in 2005 that Aida didn’t give back the change after going shopping for Anita’s grocery.

    So my involvement and action would be to buy back my maternal properties “as far as the eyes can see”. I intend to distribute in CASH whatever is due to the surviving children of the siblings listed on the will of my grandmother Valing. The grandchildren (like my brother and me) will have to ask the surviving “parents” for the share.

    I expect TPTB to speed things up, now. Because I plan on moving forward and not backwards.