Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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  • 20060924-Dream Journal

    I had a nice long nap about five (5) hours worth from 01:00PM to 06:45PM after stuffing myself with spaghetti and meatballs for lunch earlier.

    Scene One:
    My dream was during daylight and outdoors.
    The place was full of people, mostly South Asian Indians.

    There was a eating section to my left.
    I saw people eating and a tall guy talking to his guests.
    I saw another tall guy sitting looking straight ahead.

    There was another section to my right.
    There was a shaded tree.
    There was a chain linked fence to the right.

    There were guys dancing and one looked at me.
    He was dark skinned.

    I saw man and female crawl on their bellies.
    The female crawled easily under this chain linked fence.

    Scene Two:
    I was in the Philippines with some friends.
    This dimension occurred in the future.
    This event occurred at night.

    There was traffic that lasted the whole day.
    We were in a hurry and decided to travel through and inside the mountain.

    There were people on very brightly lit circular disks.
    The direction fed people in a clockwise direction into the mountain.

    Scene Three:
    The mountain was maze-like and slightly lit.
    The walls were somewhat grayish blue.
    There was some fallen timber.

    We had a map and the walking took too long.
    We went into various rooms.

    Someone said there was ghost was coming [from the right].
    We tucked and hide ourselves close together along the walls on either side.

    I hid close behind someone as I buried my face in the backpack.
    The ghost had to attach to my left side.

    So I tried to shake him off by thinking good thoughts.
    He fell on the ground and I kicked his limp form – the legs.

    We got up to leave the intersection ahead where the ghost came.
    He got up behind us and looked like a Filipino male.
    He told me I saved his soul and left the corridor behind us from right to left.

    A man at the end of the dream told us he would not cut through the mountain.

    posted by Flynn B. @ 8:33 PM

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  • 20060909-Saturday Clouds

    I bid you all greetings to another wonderful clear blue sky day. The current time is 1444 (Pacific Time). And I’ve done much today. The air is much warmer now that the sunrays could come through better.

    General Blog:
    At 08:00AM, I awoke and prepared breakfast for the three of us. ‘Shiva-Paw’ didn’t wake up until about a half hour later. We enjoyed eggs, toast and fried rice, which tasted surprisingly good considering I am not the cook of the household.

    At 10:30AM, ‘Shiva-Paw’ and I went out. I left a voicemail message to ‘Squirrel-Ling’ at 10:25AM to at least call ‘Kali-Maw’, who is recovering slowly from her sickness. I have yet to find out his answer(s) as to why he has not responded to my message in a timely manner or done a good deed to fulfill my request as elder sister.

    My brain is currently drawing a blank and probably because of digesting the lunch meal of leftover bar-be-que chicken from 13:45 to 14:30. I’ve eaten a few melon (orange color) and two pears as dessert while actually sitting through a half hour of ‘Kali-Maw’s conversation about her family during her childhood.

    Earlier, ‘Shiva-Paw’ and I went to the local drug store to pick up the remaining items owed to us since they ‘ran’ out of the supply last week. I remembered to stock pile on the cheapest purple-colored shampoo and conditioner – both of lavender scent and to buy ‘Kali-Maw’s birthday car.

    ‘Shiva-Paw’ had to come back to find me since I wasn’t at the car. After my purchases, we headed home and through a road construction of new asphalt because I remembered I need to get my oil change. So I unloaded my shopping at home and proceeded to the oil station.

    I got the cheapest oil service at 36.99USD notes and had ‘Ryan’ add another 10.00USD note as an oil cleaning solution. So both ‘Shiva-Paw’ and daughter joked normally without the interruption of ‘Kali-Maw’s voice. I told ‘Shiva-Paw’ that ‘L’ means ‘lock’ and ‘U’ means ‘unlock’. He thought that these letters meant ‘lower’ and ‘up.’

    So while waiting with ‘Shiva-Paw’ for 25 minutes, we watched the food station. I wasn’t hungry but wanted to go home after listening to the lady talking about how she helped cooked meals with her granny and mom back home in the Philippines. I figured this was nice of her to share her stories.

    I expect to be more conversational with strangers if and when I ever get to retire early. So off we went to get ‘Kali-Maw’s replacement plastic spit container. She liked the stronger cover. We ordered two coconut juices for 4.00USD notes and noticed this was not what ‘Kali-Maw’ wanted.

    So I had to think fast and ordered a strawberry, flavored pearl drink with the proper container for 4.00USD notes. At least ‘Shiva-Paw’ and I got a drink with the third one for ‘Kali-Maw’. I consumed the liquid drink and left the starch balls for ‘Kali-Maw’ to eat after lunch.

    For whatever reason, ‘Kali-Maw’ misunderstood the prescription and wondered why she got less. So she called up the pharmacy and inquired, thus, sending both of us back out there to clarify the alleged mess up. The pharmacy claimed that the order is not the number of vials but the units measured of solution.  Whatever!

    Picture Blog:
    At 1300 (Pacific Time), I took more pictures of clouds streaking our blue skies. I saw one white plane in the distance laying their double white lines going towards a NWW direction. I concentrated on the object and the white line ‘hiccupped’ to form a long break in their streak.

    The attached picture to this blog is shown directly over my house. I would assume they know where I live, which is great. This shows that there is something going on with them and me. I could only forgive these hard working people for doing their jobs by laying the clouds over my house and the surrounding neighborhood.

    When ‘Shiva-Paw’ and I left for the local drug store around 1300, I noticed this white BMW making a U-turn and headed due east down my road. She was a brunette, white lady with very big, sunglasses. She followed me through the road construction.

    For whatever reason, she cut me off abruptly after I was braking too many time to shake her off. I honked my horn for a good two seconds and swerved fast towards the left lane and flicked her off with my right hand as she headed towards the 680 southbound exit.  Sorry, ‘Shiva-Paw’ for offending you!

    Then we arrived home safely at 1330PM and I immediately went out back to water the vegetable plants, ‘gopher’ grass, fruit trees, my CB and the birdbath. My SP is buzzing away the other remnants of unnaturally formed clouds at the same time. The blue sky remains. Yippiee!

    The gentle breeze is currently blowing and the time is 1519 (Pacific Time). Earlier, there was no wind, which made the air warmer. Now I could inhale the freshness of the remaining day knowing I’ve done my part on this planet.

    Have a great day Bay Area! And thanks for noticing!

    P.S. My brakes are still safe to run for another 15,000 miles.

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

  • 20060828-Told You

    See? I told you my personal feeling was that the surprising presentation of the alleged suspect for the `JBR` issue was not the right one. People should use forensic evidence to make sure that even the alleged guilty ones are not to be mistakenly accused. The blood of your brother (or sister) calls out from the ground. Duh!

    It is not nice to `bearing false witness against your neighbors either.` We should not be too hasty or too creative with making up stories as did the media recently and allow the science folks to their jobs thoroughly. Please continue to do everyone justice and find out why `JBR`, like so many others, had to suffer such a terrible fate.

    P.S. My feeling is that my online `husband` called `J@ck B!ll*` of Florida, whom I still `love no matter what happens` is not dead by the hands of some captors in that OIL-RICH, yet poverty-stricken country, which is located due south of the UK. I am reminded of Australia`s O.N. John`s missing boyfriend. If guys wish to disappear by death, this shows these types of persons are not meant for us women. Gosh darn it!

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    Monday August 28, 2006 – 02:33pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060610-Open Up

    ‘I’ll huff and I’ll puff!’ said a large character to smaller ones from a tale. That’s how I felt tonight when I tried to deliver Brats’ remaining property from our house to his house. I kept insisting that I must fulfill my end of the hard work no matter how tired Brat was from hiking four hours with Twit today.

    The story goes faithfully that I too was tired to admit I’ve done the best I could to assist Brat move out of the house. I worked four hours until 06:00PM when my bio-units arrived home from their usual 05:00PM evening mass. Until I fully recover from my flare ups, I could not sit comfortably on the pews made out of hard wood.

    I brought down and boxed up a box of ‘PlayBull’ magazines and another box of CD’s and tapes; stuffed five big handled bags full of bottled glasses for model making; of DVD’s; of guitar music books; of comic books; of three car models; and stuffed the Mazda with these items along with an acrylic case; a broken model plane and a model tank in a box.

    I did these packing activities in the mid-afternoon after I’ve felt strong enough to bear the pain of my three day flare ups, which have been manageable, thanks in part, to my late decision of taking a couple of pain killers yesterday. I do owe much to rest and relaxation earlier today from 10:30AM to 12:00PM and with the assistance of some light pink lighting I received.

    My conscience was free and I opened up myself to doing only good deeds; since there was little else to do on a slow day. My understanding was that Brat is too busy from work to come by our house to pack up whatever is left from our house. His work does require lots lifting and dealing with vendors and users of computers all day.

    I kept calling his cell phone but no one answered. I also left two voice mail messages to inquire how his day was and if he could call me back. But he never left his message that he received mine. I had expected a short invitation to his house so I could deliver his ‘mail’.

    Prior to the arrival of my bio-units at 06:15PM from attending mass, I decided to check if he was home. I rang his door bell three times and no one answered. I went around the right of the fence and peeped over to see if I could dump his stuff that way.

    I decided against trespassing in this manner. But I did hear the washer and dryer making noise upstairs as I continued to peep over the fence. Then I made my way in front of the garage and did hear some moving noises inside. My hunch was they were home.

    At 08:00PM, what I got was another mouthful of the ‘Eli-Ball’ temper instead. He claimed he was too tired from having fun today with Twit and he insisted that tomorrow Sunday would be a better day to pick up his property. For whatever reason, he kept on insisting to have his way only by refusing my delivery tonight.

    I knew this was my only chance to drive the already stuffed Mazda with his property because his inconsistent schedule has always conflicted with ours. I knew he was they type that didn’t like others dictating his time, especially when he has to lift a finger to do more cleaning at his house.

    So, I rang the door bell three times and there was no response after I had told him of my arrival. I phoned him again at 08:08PM to make sure I got his ‘permission’ to dump his property at his door where he requested. He once again got angry at me for not informing him earlier of my plans when he already knew I was coming over to his house.

    I hurriedly dumped all his property with much frustration and anger since he did not share my enthusiasm of helping to pack in the first place. I screamed through the closed front door that his stuff is waiting for him. But still there was no sign of either people.

    I left in disgust and wondered why he would be determined not to let his own bio-units come into the house uninvited. My speculation is that he would use tonight’s situation to strengthen his leverage so Twit’s bio-units won’t visit unexpectedly as I have done tonight.

    This tactic is assumed to be very wrong because Brat, who is rude to his own bio-units, could promote the idea that she could disrespect us after gifting them a fine down payment in the five digits for the house. So technically, we could blow the house down with our breath.

    Today, I’ve asserted no ill will by doing this last help for these two Asian twits, who continue to practice bad manners towards their own bio-units AND in America. They truly represent the pigs in another tale.

    The moral of the story: Open up your front doors to greet strangers as you would open up your hearts to meet your loved ones.

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  • 20060526-Sleepy Sleep

    For the past few days, I’ve felt weak and sleepy.
    Yesterday, I’ve blogged about birds and felt weepy.
    Prior to sleeping, I’d relaxed but feel tizzy.
    Recently, I’m not quite alert and feel dizzy.

    I don’t know why my system would shake and quiver.
    My love and light would be sent back like a river.
    No pain was in my left temple side of my head.
    One night I dreamt a tug pulled out the pain instead.

    Revised on 07-09-2006 at 10:33PM…

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

  • 20060427-Blue Days

    ‘The weather is great. I love this weather!’ ‘Squirrel-Ling’ exclaimed as he came into the house to unload his bicycle from his black Mustang. He usually bikes to work, which is about fifteen minutes away. But since he will move (whenever) into his new house, he could opt walking to work at the same amount of time.

    I was playing ‘bite the balsam’ wood with two parakeets, Yeyo and Fat Budgie. At the same time, I heard a positive response from him in a long time. The mostly gray clouds and unseasonal rain for the beginning of 2006 has been replaced with another fine day of clear blue skies, very little signs of clouds and brown smog sticking over the horizon.

    I would rather hear grumpy people making happy noises than happy people making grumpy noises. ‘Squirrel-Ling’ is a happy person and his baby pictures shows him smiling and his aura is of no ill will. People like him as I mentioned in my previous blogs and seem very attracted to this handsome ‘Squirrel-Ling.’ 

    Blue days are always relaxing and calming. The Sun overhead was not that hot but felt lots of heat penetrating my big shiny forehead. My sneakers are at home and I should remember to bring them for walking outside on blue days like this.

    Today, I managed to take a walk with a couple of co-workers for lunch. At least I did not overheat underneath my black vest with a high collar or sweat too much to stink up the cubicles at work like some people do after they work out at the company gym downstairs AND without taking a shower.

    We bought the $7.00 special, which included a baked, teriyaki salmon on top of cabbage salad with medium hard breadstick. I think we wasted half our money on the pretty plastic, hexagonal shaped container with a hinge and on the fact that the salmon was only six by three inches. Moreover, I do not like cabbage this raw or uncooked and prefer this boiled as part of soup.

    I wanted to drive home with both my windows rolled down but had to rolled them back up because of my more sensitive hearing. For the brief moments of enjoying the beautiful scene of nicely manicured business parks of flowering blossoms on tall green trees lining my path towards home, I took long breaths of the crispy cool air and daydreamed of more days of blue skies.

    The red firetruck of the SJFD blared it siren towards the railway intersection from my road at 06:33PM. Earlier on my way home, a white SN truck blared its siren opposite from the soccor field and I almost stopped in the middle of the intersection to avoid it and the car to my right in order to pull off the side.

    Anyway, I shall continue with my stories. There is no need to feel fearful or intimidate by the actions of recent activites from police people intercepting the speeding motorists or the fire folks stopping the congested traffic.

    My awareness of beauty from within myself as I program my brain for positive thinking and raise my spirit for perfect harmony has been reflected both yesterday and today in the form of blue skies, fresh air and happy people.

    I have decided to concentrate on bringing warmth from the Sun back to us after the long wet weather. We could use some heat to dry off, especially of soaked feathers from the outdoor birds. Both days did not leave me drained of precious energy as I continued to work indoors.

    Other aware people are encouraged to be more in tune with nature and together we could raise the vibration of the planet to its rightful place among the stars where goodness prevails. Everyone could take on personal efforts to make anything possible at given anytime.

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

  • 20060412-Red Bouquet

    The sleepiness of red wine is in my big brain.
    The alcohol does not stop my heart aches and joint pain.
    Somewhere beneath my baggy eyes there is a dream.
    My past memories are but a vast empty stream.

    Chocolate chip cookies helped to wash the nasty taste down.
    This is not close to painting of red around town.
    My response time is more unfocused and slower.
    This blog is difficult as my eyelids lower.

    Being drunk is not good and not a bit longer.
    My spirit is soaring and feeling much stronger.
    The wine in Styrofoam cup gave me this feeling.
    We bade farewell to ‘Crys’, while my head was reeling.

    This fine blog is a joke and a moral for all.
    The fun with others is during a party call.
    My empty stomach and hunger late in the day
    made me forget the effects of this red bouquet.

    Revised on 07-10-2006 at 09:33PM…

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

  • 20060314-Burgers Singing

    At eight thirty five, my right ear hole rang tonight.
    I read an article about their cobalt blue.
    This means that better days coming is quite true;
    although my fellows no longer blog of their plights;

    There is no need to reveal by what one already scorns.
    Whatever action has been done or badly said.
    There is one faith that they cannot and will not tread.
    That true love is always there to remove old thorns.

    On March twenty-two of thousand three, my fate
    was a strange encounter while at a starry place.
    It was near railways and a dried up river space.
    At fourteen hundred and twenty minutes, I ate.

    Suddenly, my right ear hole rang loudly that day.
    I rubbed that ear hole to make the sound go away.

    There was a camera near the money giver.
    It was mounted near the top left of the bathrooms.
    I ate my big burger amidst greasy fumes.
    My last visit there was near the greasy river.

    He walked towards the bathroom slinking up from behind.
    He wore a long black overcoat below the knee.
    He hurriedly left without a goodbye to me.
    He wore no smile and had dark shades on like a blind.

    My right hole ringing reminded me of both
    stories but there is no jury to listen to my oath.

    Revised on 07-08-2006at 01:33AM  in an attempt at two sonnets…

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

  • 20060303-Snowy Snowballs

    There is snow upon the hilltops of Mt. Hamilton, CA. Views from my work high up here will be uploaded into this profile at home later on tonight. The weather has been quite cold a few days now and rain has been sporadic the whole week. The snow provides my eye candy relief from working too hard.

    At least my gray colored Mustang has a nice bath to rinse off the dirt and grime. This saves me money instead of spending some 20.00USD at the local car wash and reduces the damages of my tires from being dragged along the conveyor belt and my paint from being chipped by high powered spraying and drying.

    Snow up on the eastern hills of the Bay Area was a rare event today. Last month was the first snow for this time of the year. So today everyone at work had a second chance of looking out the window and watching the snow falling around our building for about three minutes starting around 4:50PM.

    Image source: IMG_0425 taken on 3/3/2006 5:02:31 PM via Canon PowerShot A610 camera.
    An upclose photo of snowballs within the tanbarks at the base of tree.

    At 05:00PM I took some outdoor snapshots of flowers, plants and the general surrounding area near our building. As I drove home on my usual route, I noticed that there was no other snow in sight except for where I work! To me this means something out of the ordinary because it’s almost like we are reminded there is beauty in the simple snowballs that fell on the ground today. The sizes are quite round and as large as, say, one’s pinkie toe nail.

    Image source: IMG_0424 taken on 3/3/2006 5:01:58 PM via Canon PowerShot A610 camera.
    An upclose photo of snowballs within the brown gravels at the base of a tree.

    During my childhood my family and I lived in Norfolk, Virginia where Paw was stationed. That is snow country and every winter we would play in the snow. I do not remember much from those days but try to imagine I was once there with the old photos that Paw took of the family.

    Paw was the photographer in the family during those days and owed a Canon camera with manual focusing. That camera no longer works and I have inherited Paws passion to take photos recently with my new digital Canon Power Shot A610 that was bought on 11-18-2005 at Moffett Field. This camera has all the features a novice photographer like me could have, including the ability to take movies.

    Snow and cold temperature have been my bane during my childhood. I would get colds every winter and take grape flavored cough medicine administered with love by Maw. Trips to the doctors and antibiotics were all too familiar as I fought bouts of ear, nose and throat infections. I hated going to the doctor. I hated getting sick all the time.

    The worse was having my tonsils and adenoids removed. I remembered crying at home prior to going to the doctor as I hid underneath what is now an antique Singer sewing machine with still moving parts and wooden legs. Maw uses this Singer to this day.

    My hysterical crying continued at the lobby hospital when a nice lady tried to distract me by having me read whatever she held up. I couldn’t read then.

    I starved later on the night prior to surgery because this blond girl who shared my hospital room convinced me not to eat much of my dinner.

    I still remembered being quite afraid as I looked up into the white covered faces of what seemed about a dozen people looking down at me. I waited on the operating table for the gas to put me to sleep and was told to inhale deeply. I complied still fearfully as I fought the sleepiness by trying to keep my heavy eyelids open. I lost the battle to stay conscious.

    The sore throat was annoying as I recovered a few days in the hospital all the while looking for Maw. Ice cream was cold and soothing to the throat and reminded me of snow. I missed the snow and wanted to go home.

    But what I remember most was the fun I had playing in the snow. Both Brat and I would get stuffed into these polyester filled jackets, wear cotton lined gloves, rubber shoes and itchy acrylic, ski-like masks that only allowed the eyes to peer out from beneath to a winter wonderland outside. We couldn’t move much with the bundled tightness of our snow outfits.

    Then both us kids headed out and played in the snow. We didn’t know how to make a snowman. We saw two teenagers next door to us finishing off the head of their snowman. But the only thing Brat and I accomplished was piling up mounds of snow in the same place and never truly got anywhere. We were disappointed that our Frosty the Snowman never came to life.

    Snow brings out the child in us. We play and frolic among the white powdery crunch underneath us and eat the stuff falling from the sky. Coldness is replaced by warm chocolate milk sprinkled with toasted marshmallows floating on the top as we hold our mugs to our noses. Snow is formed from the quick freezing temperatures of raindrops falling from the clouds above towards earth below.

    The times of witnessing these rare events of snow in a climate meant for warm weather and sunny days make me wonder if the earth is really cooling off instead going through this global warming due to depletion of the ozone layer of earth’s atmosphere. I don’t know if the earth is tilting in a different direction that makes for these snowy days either. Whatever allows the hilltops to become covered with snow, I am still humbled knowing that all is well in its own sweet, snowy beauty.

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  • 20060227-Gray There

    I see gray clouds up above yesterday and the whole of today. It’s 07:33PM.

    The cats and dogs are pouring their tears as heavily upon rooftops, treetops and mop tops of old hairstyles and everywhere the sounds of washing cars establishments beating on windshields wiping faster than flags waving for Indy cars towards the finish line.

    There is freedom from the transmission devices digging into skin of scalp and hiding where only daredevils roam freely in circles. Pluck!

    The feeling becomes soothing and sleepy in my hands; the root herewith being less itchy and hairy in my palms as I hold to light shining and shiny yet through to show lifelessness, stillness and laughing at the strand.

    I am free and am no longer slave to wandering nails etching railroad tracks to unknown forestation thick and deep. Dark are the colors above as I sleep while it makes noise of squealing delights to once existence on top.

    Now, no longer buzzing in annoyance but in garbage among balls matted or in water flushed towards birthing into ocean wide and blue, deeper until returning with others for the attack and more and more to roam in circles.

    Mirror, mirror where are they? They they are but not in hay as yellow. But in reflections beyond blurry eyesight did I see. Hurry, more are more coming forward with the urge to raise sheaves and harvest that gray there.

    Over there! It’s lost and cannot be found. I miss again from lack of strength to raise arms higher. I see it! Pluck!

    There is relief at last and more to go. I’m afraid where only gray hairs grow.

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