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Finished watching “American Ninja Warrior – USA vs Japan” with the score of 6 to 1. No one finished the score. Mutha was able to watch/tolerate this show because there were Americans. She hated watching this show years ago because most of the competitors were, you guess it, Japanese. Must I remind y’all of World War II and the atrocities done to other Asian countries?

Anyway, to make this competition FAIR and BALANCED, the evil engineers must better design the course for SHORTER competitors, whose reach is limited! The hosting country must hold the event according to the “waking hours” the invited guests. The location must install lighting that mimics natural “sunlight” and the altitude must be the same for both sides.

Overall, Mutha and I enjoyed ourselves while Dad slept early! He wanted to eat breakfast early at 0630 am so he used the remainder of his time in the bathroom. His habit has been getting too weird and too long. It must be the age factor, something we noticed with the USA team being older that the Japan team of mostly brats.

Mutha joked that perhaps the USA team had CIA agents and/or Navy Seals! I kept repeating “Go, GI JOE! American Hero” or “Come On, Rambo!” Yeah, these damn reptilians can’t seem to get a good grip the to evil designs of this course. They kept falling down!

I further joked that the Wind Spirits would blow the competitors off their course so that the Water Spirits could “swallow” them up nicely. It was windy that time. And the course was slippery too. We further joked that the Americans were eating lots of hot dogs, meaning protein. Whereas the Japanese ate only tofu, which is also protein but not flesh of the animal, which contains better sources of protein – the stuff that Mutha keeps repeating that she needed to eat.

Yeah, this is another “reality” show worth watching as long as Americans participate. Hey! Why not have other countries participate? And then y’all can make this an Olympic sport! OMG! This is golden business opportunity worth considering. My idea! Mine! Ooo!

Tried to nap this mid-afternoon but got the return phone call from the “principal” owner of the online company and he said he cannot advice, meaning he can’t help me find the parts, which if I can’t find the parts from our local medical supply store, then I’m returning it. Thing is I’d have to wait 45-days for the credit, minus restocking fee.

So folks when trying to purchase medical equipment/supplies, make sure you find a local drug store/whatever. It’s less of a hassle. And if you can’t get your medical equipment/parts/supply/whatever from your local medical supply store, then there is a reason why – State law.

Y’all are better off relying on your physician and/or health/care insurance. At least you will be given “general” instructions on how to operate the equipment and get replacement parts, without doing most of the leg work. This is another area where Obamacare could improve.

For whatever reason, Mutha’s “lung doctor” was hesitant to write a prescription for a suction machine. Mutha knows how to use the suction machine on her patients. She complained that she was having a difficult time coughing out her asthmatic phlegm/mucous.

And because of the State law, we have to go through the physician to get further instructions/whatever. I didn’t know this and was able to get a machine by paying cash online. WTF? Why are companies allowed to do this to consumers? That’s the reason why I’d like “national” ID and “national” healthcare insurance.

To avoid leg-work and duplication! Idiots! Fix-it! This competitive, free-market, economic systems is messing up our needs. What is supposed to be effective, still has some problems. I bawling again! What can y’all do to make Evil Kitty’s life easier when caring for the elderly! Fuck!

I reblogged a “Truth” about how we are NOT to create a distinction among each other, especially the prophets. This inspiration juggled the dusty cobwebs of my old thought about an televised H2 show about the incarnation of “Christ” as human, animal, plant, whatever. This show was about “ancient aliens” and how Buddhism was cited as a philosophy on reincarnation. I was thinking of time-travel, though.

Thus, the moral code stands: “THOU SHALT NOT KILL”.

A few hours or minutes ago, I had another thought while milling about/around the parakeet cage. And now I forgot. It had something to do with sentient life forms and inanimate objects. Okay, I remember:

Whatever is thrown into your path, accept the burden.

So for example, I saw a piece of onion skin and threw it into the trash can but missed. I was going to walk away and let Dad pick it up. I’ve done such actions while growing up and never heard Dad complained. Now that we have gotten older. I pick-up after my own mess while he did the dishes.

Also, another incident occurred earlier today. I was finish using the toilet and saw a little baby spider near the drain of the tub. But when I went to scoop it up, I saw that it was dead or maybe it was just the left-over shedded skin. But the “incarnation” presented itself in another little one.

It was crawling on the wall upstairs. And I quickly grabbed by humane capturing tool – the top glass lid of a gingerbread scented candle and an unsigned Hallmark/red-colored Valentine card. I scooped up baby spider and set it free on the grass to fed for itself or let it become fodder for other critters.

I don’t know if I did a good thing or bad thing. But I couldn’t let it stay indoors and let it loose outside in the still HOT temperature of the day because the armada of sylphs are still cleaning up the skies and have been over the weekend but I cannot recall.

Okay. So that’s today’s lesson. Watch your step. Each incident is a lesson – pass or fail. Yup.

Sylphs ahoy! Lots of mini-cream puffs swirling since this morning and the big guys later on this afternoon! Of course, their presence over the BAY AREA makes the temperature HOT! So we have the air conditioner turned on indoors after eating lunch and doing dishes. Now it’s time for a nap. Mutha is napping and I’m falling asleep.

Left a voicemail message with Karim about returning a suction machine. Will await his “specialist” to find us the catheter adapter and appropriate catheter to suck out Mutha’s mucous from the back of her throat via her nasal passages. We wanted an alternative to returning the merchandise back to the manufacturer.

So folks, get a doctor’s prescription. Have a clerk help you purchase the merchandise and hope everything works out. Otherwise, if y’all try to buy your own medical equipment/supplies and they turn out to be incorrect, then it’s a hassle to return and await for the refund. I know it’s much preferable to shop in person.

See y’all in two hours or so!

Had a thought after reading one’s blog about perception between adults and children one day or so ago:

GOOD = Comfortable

BAD = Uncomfortable

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I did some research on our next door neighbor. It seems that her representative is part of that feline club up in Milpitas, CA. So to any lawyer/attorney out there – be warned, you’re next! I’m keeping my eyeballs on y’all for NOT defending the Americanas, like me.

In many of HER Facebook photos, I saw a politically persistent Filipino couple among the guest at this June 22, 2014 event. She is seen posing in a long black gown for photos as a newly installed officer. I expect TPTB and pals to keep their one-eyeball on that woman. She is demonically-possessed and trouble-incarnate.

But y’all don’t believe me. Just check my recent CC activity a few minutes ago and y’all will see the purchase that I made that allowed me to see what I saw with regards to that divorced nutter living immediately adjacent to us. She is infiltrating both our local parish and any Filipino community in my neighborHOOD.

A few hours ago, Mutha mentioned something striking that I didn’t think about – Loca Lolita failed to qualify for a “disability”. NO physician would simply hand her a slip of craziness. And as a result, the Loca is trying to get a job. And in order to get a job, she is going through the “community” to establish herself as a “normal” person, who will never be of sound mind or body!

No wonder she screamed aloud yesterday morning that she is NOT crazy and that she is NOT seeing the doctor and that she is NOT taking any medication to control her psychotic episodes! She’s trying to prove to our pastor, our Filipino community, and fool everyone else that she is NOT a bad person.

She is NOT a good neighbor. Y’all don’t have to trust me but the Lawd Gawd and our ADT video surveillance system. I’m warning y’all there are lots of stupid/crazy people out there. Perhaps, Obamacare and pals would care to wager what will happen to her next? Your guess is good as mine.

At around 0900 am this morning, the “sprinkler repair specialists” came by one hour early. We saw them just as we showed up after attending morning mass and doing water run.

Jack was at the front door and had to repark the truck in front of our lawn. Nacho was looking at us parking in the garage. Mutha was kind enough to warn them of possible citation for parking in front of our driveway.

While Jack dug up the crooked sprinkler heads and repositioned then to point better into DAD’S front lawn, Nacho worked on installing a new electronic sprinkler controller panel inside the garage and a new rewired electronic regulator pump outside the front garden hose.

We motioned/told the two workers to watch out for the next door neighbor. They finished the work in one hour.

LESSON: You must inform your visitors/parishioners NOT to engage with certain neighbors/people known to cause “trouble”. Supervise your visitors at all times. Be candid with your parishioners.

Remember to RELAX. It’s okay! Treat everyone like a mental patient and agree with them by nodding silently and saying very little!

Folks, not unless y’all love daily drama of family life, get a job! I’m on my first day away from my temp job from hell. And I hate it!

I still wake up early and did so because the smoke alarm went off from Mutha’s warm shower. I can’t sleep longer because of daily morning mass.

After mass, I took a photo of the pastor’s two sisters with my parents. The elder sister is dumpy compared to the skinnier sister, who is jealous of her wealth and generous to house the maid and her family.

I expect Mutha to keep me busy at home with these god-damned chores. Dad does his own things. I’m now the designated driver, which is a stressful chore.

We made it safe and sound traveling through moderate traffic on northbound HWY 101 en route to a ten o’clock doctor appointment.

We visited the “Medical Records” located in the Ground Level of the Old Hospital and got Mutha’s Test Results from 03-25-2014. The first ten pages are no charge.

We got four printed pages after filling out three white pages and its associated yellow carbon copies. CD at $5/whatever. Flash Drive at $10/whatever.

Now we’re waiting in the office of the endocrinologist, which handles Mutha’s diabetes. Mutha is on a steroid treatment. It makes her behavior aggressive.

I’ll answer her back out of frustration and she’ll fight back. This is on a daily bread. Dad gets his too. And the Das Squirrel will get his too if he ever shows up.

So be warned folks. Get a job and stay away from home. At least there are employment/health and safety laws to protect y’all from the stupid/crazy co-workers.

But at home, y’all get to grin and bear the frustrations of family life/members, who are to be treated like mental patients.

EVERYONE has a disability. Remember to smile, nod, agree (to avoid confrontation), say “that’s nice”, and run/walk away fast/silently.

Hurry! I’m not kidding! Keep to yourselves! And find your own peace. Be happy! (This had been a spiritual survival message/public service announcement).

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