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Tag: Holidays

  • Interesting podcasting today

    20221225-1520. On/about 1458pm this afternoon or thirty minutes ago, my favorite podcaster signed off wishing everyone a Merry Christmas.

    Of course, on/about 1039am this morning, I took the liberty of “being too smart for my own good” and had sent the guy a text message of “Seasons Greetings” via Skype and about possible topic for discussion (my English was bad and sounded like I demanded this time instead of requested rather “politely” as per my previous text messages).

    And so he discussed briefly the difference between Christmas and Xmas and I already forgot whatever he said due to my OLD age/short-term memory/early dementias and the like.

    Of course, on/about 074411am this morning, I took the liberty of “being too smart for my own good” here and had replied to a generic message that his staff sent on/about 0320am, which was a symbolic numerical value to increase my pledge thereof.

    Yeah, so basically we are to ignore other nonsense online and stick to scriptures and spread the Gospel of Jesus the Christ and Savior of Our Souls.

    He’s Catholic like me, by the way. So that appeals unto moi – for real!

    Oh, and he made sense that we should NOT ruin Christmas for others. And until we can all agree to change the date of celebrating Xmas, then we’re stuck with December 25 and NOT something orthodox such as January 7, but he might have misspoken the date as December 7.

    That’s all. FlynnsPaws.

  • Write a post honoring veterans

    Author’s note: I’m writing a poem instead of a post.

    —

    To all veterans, old and young, dead and alive,

    Our thanks and gratitude go out to your brave spirit

    Let not the protests in your hearts defile your souls,

    As you fight in wars to win or lose, as traitors or not,

    Waging battles against each other and with nature and

    Upon this hellish yet beautiful planet — to fend for itself.

    Only know that a light of reasoning, a dawn of a new age,

    And the end of the tunnel awaits all of us when we

    Finally realize that we suffered death together. Amen.

    —

    http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2011/11/12/write-a-post-honoring-veterans/

    Write a post honoring veterans, to celebrate veterans day (yes it’s a day late, but I bet you forgot so make good today).

    Most nations have a day set aside to honor their veterans. If you don’t celebrate it on Nov 10th, write a post explaining the history of your veterans day.

  • Confessional visit…

    A nice Filipino couple came by our house and conversed with us from 11:00am until noontime. It appears that the nice guy was emotionally affected by the insane people at our local parish.

    • A Viet singer has been out of tune. She was scolded for this and took offense. In another incident, she again took offense and was ballistic — being verbally noisy, if not assaulting and loud enough for others in the main parish to hear her. Later, one of the old priest had told the nice guy that the Viet had a husband who lost the house to gambling. So you see folks, these refugees are nasty, too by projecting their problems from the mainland and at home to the public servants. Huh.
    • Addendum-Last edited by FLYNN on 20111011 at 12:48:39 PM PDT: Father Paul complained that his prayer books were not set up in time so that he could have a few minutes to prepare before mass. Oh, yeah! Then why was didn’t show up for mass last Tuesday and instead let another priest get a headache from covering him last minute? Why are you Viets good in partying, gambling, drinking and being nasty? There has been and never were priest without mortal sins and still people follow their lead as if they know everything.
    • Two Mexicanas — one with thick eyelashes and the other with a prune face — were scolded for grabbing more “daily companions” for people outside our parish. Sheesh.
    • A Filipino guy was being his nasty self again. While the nice guy was trying to get one of the books to bookmark for the celebrating priest, the nasty guy told the nice guy to bug off instead of thanking him for the support. The nice guy left everything and decided from that day NOT to speak to the insane person, who is nasty to everyone.
    • A priest and a sister are both elderly folks who might be  human but sin like everyone else. Both didn’t like using the BIG offering bowl like all the other parish and have pissed off in front of the nice guy. “Who’s idea was it? This is stupid!” ~Said the big guy.
    • The nice guy killed his nemesis — a squirrel. “You killed one of God‘s creatures! He might have had a family to feed!” ~I scolded him. He had placed a trap, thinking it was a BIG rat. He crossed himself in front of me and looked heaven ward in forgiveness.

    So, appears that the nice guy might be a bad boy after all. In his mind, he is doing the right thing BUT he stops short of “real” confrontation. It is really between him and the Lord, now.

    The moral of this story is: Don’t expect thanks and gratitude from those people who believe they are doing the right things (in life). By imposing your will upon others, your kindness might NOT be accepted with a genuine and sincere heart.

  • Who should you be remembering today?

    Usually, the thre of us remember our dead relatives and that’s what we did today – by visiting their graves, placing flowers, and offering prayers.

    After attending morning mass with the hopelessly insane but faithful worshipers, we went to Safeway to buy flowers. But the red dozen roses for $9.99 were sold out. We bought 20-$2/10 corns and 2 bunches of flowers of yellow daisies and roses for $9.99. Then we ate breakfast at McDs and headed off to the graves: Uncle Florene and Auntie Hely; Lolo and Lola; Alberto and Kevin Jay. I took pictures as proof. We learned from two old Filipino ladies that Nalen came with her gray/white toy dog to the gravesite, finally. (It must have been an old photo showing Paw in his military cap via my Facebook.)

    As for the three-day holiday and Memorial Day being on Monday, today, it is appropriate to make this time of the year to remember the dead, especially when there are so many to remember. However, people take advantage of this holiday to celebrate life and go on vacations, to move on and to leave the past behinds; deny that death is not going to happen to them until later on in life; and forget where they came from – dirt. So the meaning of the holiday is somewhat diluted because some people don’t care about respect and fail to connect with their late beloved.
    —

    Reference: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2011/05/30/who-should-you-remember/

  • 20091031-Treated Customers

    Tonight we had 43 customers. They were mostly Asians. One Asian father (prolly Japanese) returned my `Namaste`.

    The tiniest (besides one infant) was one little blond haired boy named Nathan! He wore a spider man outfit. I wanted to pat his head but waved both my hands over his head instead. His dad was dressed in black and had a full beard. He told his son how to say, `Thank you` but seemed focused elsewhere. That was around 20:09pm. The boy walked gingerly away with his dad holding his left hand.

    Of course that meant only two ginger bread packets and seven chips remained for the three of us to consume later on during our snack attacks. From 18:35pm to 21:35pm, the customers came and went. This year I entered the time next to each numerical count.

    The boy called earlier and said the twit was asleep. That tells you right there what will happen to her children – no holidays or celebrations of Americanized superstitions! It goes to show that she is lazy, too, or off to her MOTHER’S house again and away from the boy! Sheesh!

  • 20090704-Military Fireworks

    Watched Macy’s Fireworks on KNTV. Military & rock music more appropriate than musicals, soft, etc. After all, it’s fire gods. Liked multi-color, squares, stars.

  • 20090704-Televised Fireworks

    Watching nice fireworks ‘LIVE in New York’ on Channel 3 – KNTV. Looks like over waters of San Francisco Bay. Lots of big puffs & long lines. Sounds of ‘gun shots’ in neighborhood now. Boring yet relaxing.

  • 20090621-Daily Diary

    Sunny, clear blue skies w/ few sylphs. Bfast @ Denny’s. Shopped @ Handcock Fabrics, Burlington Coat Factory. Maw sewing me 2 fleece jackets. 2some came over, eh

  • 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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  • 20080112-New Baby

    After attending evening mass with the surprise of Brat joining us (from his last minute call to Maw), we decided to visit the new addition to his future in-laws at O’Connors Hospital. We had learned last minute from Brat about a new eight pound baby boy, the second child of Branding and Cream.

    We met Branding in the hallways after getting lost in the hospital through the ‘Outpatient Registration’ area in error, thanks to Brat. The newborn was asleep when Maw, Paw, Brat and I walked into her room. Twit was already there and the sad part is that she went without her finance and alone (again), which (to my bio-units and I) is a ‘no-no’ for new couples.

    There has been about thirty minutes of conversation with Paw and the three gals, with me getting along with other two guys. Branding is so youthful looking and from what I’ve heard seems irresponsible as a husband, leaving Cream to do much of ‘thinking’ in their affairs. I glanced upward after making baby faces at the sleeping infant and noticed Twit not being too happy. I pick up on these split second data.

    I suspect this is due her to not being married to Brat and not having children of her own and obviously for good reasons: They are not compatible as expressed by the guy’s bio-units tonight after dinner (of crunchy, stir-fried vegetables, orange chicken, roast pork and chicken adobo) around 08:00PM. All he could do is not only digest the foodstuff but take the truth at face value.

    The girl simply does not care about us, period. As an outsider to other people’s affairs, I pick up on her actions towards us. No matter how hard us ‘Americanized’ Filipinos try to put up with her lack of social grace and to understand her limited ability to learn new things, like how to use the dial padlock or how to unlock the shears for pruning, her fiance is already sick of her $h!t — by him yelling at her for being stupid.

    I had mentioned to the guy that his destiny is due to ‘ancestral karma’, whereby Brat, in this case, would be the thinking person in the relationship (like Maw is to Paw). I got his concept from one of the Dungeon and Dragons books. He will need to be honest with the Twit for once because this will be a permanent once they get married, which doesn’t mean she will turn around 180 degrees and be nice to us!

    The point is a new baby is not simply toy. And Twit should get busy instead of standing there in clean room, waiting to ‘adopt’ this new one as her own. The couple needed space for that first day and Twit, for whatever reason, should be with her fiance and at home.

    The embarrassing part to this scene is her not taking a hint that Cream was already getting tired of her stay and refused to leave when Maw asked if she had taken dinner, which she (out of her habit) claims she has done so earlier. This was around 07:15PM when I noticed Cream slouching from sitting upright on her bed for quite awhile in an effort to entertain us.

    Furthermore, although my twosome split their money halfway through the relationship, I feel Twit should save as much of her money in preparation for her wedding (as if) and any future babies instead of spending her hard earned work on the lives of her siblings, who are already working professionals. I do not understand this closeness in spite of our observations about how the couple seems to spend less ‘quality’ time together.

    So, I wish Happy Birthday to the little Pig, which happens to be the Chinese astrological sign of Brat, too. This makes the newborn a Capricorn — a sea goat (sound: maa-aaa-aaa-aaa). I’m sure both are helpful, like Brat who provided tech support on my ailing computer upstairs of which a big hug was given by his elder sister — moi.

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  • 20071208-Saturday Shopping

    Well, I woke up late, ate breakfast and went shopping at Mervyn`s for some clothes and presents. First stop was trying to buy Paw his new sweat suit outfits to replace his grungy ones from the local flea market years ago. He protested as usual this time by weakly grabbing at the articles of clothing weighed down upon my arms.

    But I pulled back and stretched up to get at the ones beyond my reach. He claimed to want only one outfit. He got three. I paid for those along with a pajama set for Brat as his holiday present.

    Next was me and I eyes one pair of Sketchers with plaid black designs. The support a little bit below the middle of my foot (and slightly above my heel) felt weird yet bouncy. I took that for my purchase, tried five more tops and purchased the red ones with flowers along the next line including a brown 3/4 sleeve for me and a red one for Twits holiday present.

    We ate lunch and tipped both the cashier and a bunch of youths one dollar each. The singers (three with one playing a classical guitar) were from Fremont, CA and for some reason belong to this Pentecostal organization. I don`t know what that is but it means another version of God as a tasty cheeseburger.

    I read in a topic from another forum in which God is expressed as being the best cheeseburger — unique to different types of burger joint, much like religion and all its domination. Now I realize that these boxes, dojos or forums are trying to present themselves as being the best burger in town — God or not.

    I wasn`t ready to go home since it wasn`t 14:00PM when I decided to go shopping at Long`s Drug Store for more outdoor lights because I saw how lack luster our outdoor decorations looked compared to the beautiful lightings done by our neighbors when Maw and I drove around last night. This was from 07:00PM to 08:00PM right after dinner and leaving Paw taking too long with the garbage outback more recently.

    While driving, I listened to her freaking complaining, whining and crying as an awakened victim of late to a failed relationship with an no compassion, dull-witted and selfish husband — Paw. I should know because I see these particular traits in Paw, Brat and me as well as my paternal relatives up in the East Bay. They come from Tuy, Batangas, Philippines and people from this province are notorious for being spitefully mean, very territorial and knife wielders. (I bet you didn`t know that, eh `Shrimpsei`?)

    Anyway, I purchased around $39.00 worth of new decoration with 2-100 mini-lights for $4.00, one 22-green colored extension cord (with three `female` outlets at the end for my three reindeer bio-units) and four boxes of plastic gutter clips, which I used for hooking up the lights on the chain link fence (made by Montgomery Ward).

    Oh yeah before I forget, yesterday I saw a guy walking his red rover dog yesterday after work as Paw described his accomplishment of throwing the three bad lines of mini-lights and decorating the front porch with two extra lines of multi-colored mini-lights. I hollered out like: `Good job, Paw`! And sure enough I got a reaction from boy and dog as boy looked in my direction. I`m a brat.

    As soon as we arrived home, I grabbed my jacket and head out front to get working on those lights. Later, I heard the loser coughing out loud intentionally from his AT&T van. I flicked him off since my back was towards this main strip of road. And as he parked across the road, I got closer to the end of my chain link fence and hollered: `Die you loser! Choke on your SARS!` Heck, I`m only human and I know TPTB will make him work harder.

    So I removed the old blue lights from fence and the white lights from the rose bushes. After I used up the two new white mini-lights for the scallop design from one main post to the other, I used the remainder of the old blue lights from the rose bushes and the old white lights for the tall rose shrub. We moved the angel closer to the fence and the three reindeer bio-units towards the center of the lawn.

    Paw did not do anything useful except decorate the vertical rose shrub, hold the clips open for hooking the fence lights, cleaning up the extra boxes and twist ties and grabbing a stepping stool to hang the last line on top of the gazebo located near the main strip of road. I ended up doing the rest of the `engineering`.

    I realize what Maw has been through all these years with Paw. The other `auntie-in-laws` reported the same of my paternal uncles — they are slick, robotic Twits and won`t lift a finger for others but only for themselves! The paternal aunties are foul-mouthed, banshees whose endearing quality is to win the friendships of party fools.

    Anyway, I digress as Maw and I went out to see the newly upgraded design of mine. We left Paw again to do his own things in the house after Maw trimmed his hairdo. Then she whined, complained and cried again the whole time about other nonsense. I AM NOT MEANT TO BE HERE! These twosomes are killing me! And I`ve not started a life or bio-units away from these fools — my bio-units of loving kindness, of course.

    Oops, I digress again. I meant to go shopping for my new pair of flat ugly black shoes to replace the ones I bought from Payless ShoeSource years ago. I didn`t find a good pair from the messy boxes at Mervyn`s and will end up going to Payless ShoeSource for my new pair tomorrow instead since I purchased those outdoor lightings. It`s the price of hardship courtesy of TPTB:– a penny pincher with hard to find shoes for my big feet.

    I forgot to buy my purple nail polish, which I will hopefully remember for tomorrow`s shopping. I`ve been wearing electric blue nail polish to work for the whole of last week. Like I said, I will not conform or stay there to work until I die. Sitting at that desk is already death to me — it doesn`t allow me for creativity: singing, dancing or painting.

    I`ll be screaming out loud mentally to annoy TPTB until justice is served. They will not go unpunished or unscathed for betraying me all these years. There is no escaping my wrath. It`s a great brouhaha.

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  • 20070626-Turn Away

    I cry for Maw and others whose own relatives (by blood and by marriage) have decided to turn away from unity. The Almighty(s) are not sleeping. This is true for I am saddened to witness once again how self serving people are towards those innocent folks, who expect nothing in return except kindness and compassion with unconditional love.

    Around 11:30AM, Maw has received a phone call from a niece-in-law, ‘Zenith Sie-Ella’. ‘Zenith’ has called to inform us that they are leaving for the Philippines. Maw said very little and spoke the following: ‘Did you leave a message? Thank you very much but I’d rather send my packages by mail. I am cooking. Bon Voyage.’ And Maw hung up the phone.

    This last minute phone call is another technique employed by relatives to avoid coming over to our home. The point is that people like ‘Zenith’ use excuses, such as being too busy due to driving her kids to school, too tired due to working overtime as a medical technician at Stanford University and too forgetful to remember calling us (her own relatives) at anytime by leaving at least a message on our answering machine.

    Since Paw and Maw are both retired and stay home most of the time, they return the phone calls whenever there is a message to be answered properly. Noone should be too busy, too tired or too forgetful in their younger ages to remember older folks who would like to be remembered once in awhile.

    Our understanding was that ‘Zenith’ has ‘promised’ that there would be space in one of her two per person allowable ‘balik-bayan’ (literally, send-town folks) boxes. Her plan was to bring her four children over to visit us sometime last week. But they neither had the courtesy to call to confirm nor show up at all. Amazingly, she did have free one box available for her friends instead of us.

    By not having at least some ‘pasa-loo-bong’ (which mean souvenirs to bring home to the Philippines), this makes ‘Zenith’ look bad towards our poor relatives (who may expect something from us). Tonight, Maw will call long distance to inform her relative to not go looking for anything from the liar when she and her family arrive with the boxes meant for the relatives of ‘Zenith’ only.

    Uncle ‘Forlorn’ and his wife ‘Hell-Lie’, bless their souls, are correct about how bad their daughter-in-law has behaved towards them. One time, ‘Zenith’, had instructed her own kids to not answer the door after her mother-in-law ‘Hell-Lie’ walked more than thirty minutes from her home to the place of ‘Zenith’. This is no surprise because Maw has now realized how the old folks must have felt.

    The other incident was the request by ‘Zenith’ for Maw to buy a box of corned beef to take to her mother around Christmas time last year. ‘Zenith’ never showed up with the kids either. I recalled looking around for decent Christmas cards to hold their cash money as gifts. We will now discard those gift items and send the money meant for the kids to those poorer relatives instead.

    I believe that broad has a bad attitude towards poor folks. Her family owns some sort of lumber business for the small town in Philippines and probably has played the part by acting snotty to her sponsors living in America. When older folks observe anything amiss with their in-laws, there is always some truth that does not always become apparent until later in life.

    What will happen to her and people like her is bad karma. The effects, for example, will have already shown itself via the fact that the oldest daughter, ‘Crys-Nutball’, hears voices since childhood. This medical condition is inherited from the family side of ‘Zenith’; not mine. The downfall may escalate to other unforeseen circumstances that will have to be left in the hands of ‘providence’.

    The lessons learned from these sorts of people are that unity is false and being together does not always mean love. There are groups who are capable of understanding the willingness by anyone caring enough by action alone. Under these circumstances, I’m afraid that words do not substantiate well enough for us to believe by faith alone up to this point.

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