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The other day, our neighborhood cat spooked our parakeets, who were/are on the floor and up close to the back sliding door.

The black-colored, green-eyed cat ran off along our shared wooden fence and sat on the dirt, underneath our still growing chayote squash vines of two.

I exited the back door and “stood my ground”. We both stared and waited for the next move. Being the more impatient of this exercise, I slowly approached it, crouching slightly with bent knees. It didn’t move as our gaze locked. Suddenly, it cocked its head as I inched closer and then it took off, climbing up and over the fence and into that divorced psycho nutter’s backyard.

My bad! We’re not cat people because we have parakeets, although the Squirrel wanted us to get one.

Overnight long ago, I tried adopting a gray kitty with a white/star-like patch on its forehead. I kept it in JoJo’s old parakeet cage before the Mexicana and her son picked it up. We didn’t have cat food or milk.

OMG! Dude! Is there any one time when y’all can stop “trespassing” against moi and my “thoughts”?

Some time during this morning, while probably dressing, and prior/during to attending daily mass, or whenever, I thought repeatedly of “tink” and visualized the statue off your “angel watching (over) you”.

Of course, this blog entry was inspired after I finished watching a YouTube video showing a “(cat) at play”. Pause! Is that yer kitty kat? That creature is sure feisty/playful!

At 1337, sitting down exhausted after running to fetch four white towels to dry Maw’s water spillage from her drinking glass, lifting/dragging the HEAVY wooden, dining table away from the wooden flooring, and wiping up the accident to avoid ruining the dirty floor. I sure could use “Tink’s” cat power!

Had a thought:

Those who think they are “top” of three the/any pyramid will be on the bottom-most heap.

Those who are the least of my fellow sisters and brothers/God’s critters will be on “top of the world”.

Then I saw this morning’s headline:

DEADLINE REACHED FOR LAWMAKERS TO DECIDE ON OBAMACARE FOR STAFFERS (AMERICA’S NEWSROOM)

If that’s the law, everybody must to have it, including Congress, the Senate, and the usurper president Obama.

Haven’t been updating daily events. A few minutes ago, I released yet another house critter – a pale-colored spider. I was in the middle of brushing my teeth when I saw the critter crawling up along the vanity wall upstairs.

I was going to let our crawl away and let it eat bugs indoors but decided to capture it and release outdoors and into the cool, not cold night out front, past the door.

I used my usual capturing “device” – the glass lid to the gingerbread-scented candle from, ahem, him and a construction-like paper. I will post images of my “tools” later on.

So once the critter paused on the wall, I quickly “closed the lid”, on it and gently “fed the paper” underneath. Voila! A humane way to capture your indoor critters! It was a feisty one because I felt/heard its attempt to escape with a resonating “thud”.

Anyway, I’ve released some, not countless critters in this fashion because my conscience/karma bothered me so bad from past “killings”. I still could see them on my mind’s eye/memory of them struggling to stay alive and avoid being killed, flushed down the drain, whatever.

So, even baby ear wigs, tiny weevils from the VERY sweet green apples given by Bill the Chinese behind our share fence, a big beetle, which was waiting patiently trapped inside the tracks of our back sliding door, and other spiders were humanely captured and released into the wild to live and be eaten.

I still have a baby side too tiny to release outdoors. Hopefully, the old farts don’t see and hurt it. I already captured and released one baby spider, which grew up and tried to run away, not so far or fast though, after I discovered/tried to vacuum near its home.

Yeah, so I consider having spiders indoors as a sign of good luck because they eat stuff.

With regards to Obamacare, we were busy preparing and dehydrating persimmons, which Paw harvested yesterday. So we were listening to the hearing on C-SPAN.

Now waiting inside could parish of OLP for noontime mass and then will eat lunch at McD nearby, just over the bridge of HWY 101.

Recording televised shows through one pm in the afternoon in case we mud Obama’s speech/remarks.

My thoughts were that we don’t really need to worry about high premiums or high deductibles because if you are healthy, no one spends that much out-of-pocket expense in one year cycle.

We don’t need to worry about coverage because it’s up to the patient to be consumers and tell/discuss their needs/any tests that could be taken as PREVENTATIVE treatment, so that we sickos could avoid EMERGENCY treatment at hospitals.

People could part cash through their “concierge doctors” while having some sort of healthcare insurance, which could be users during medical emergencies.

So yeah, it’s gonna work as long as the monthly payment is BELOW $10 per month, like cellphones, and those who can’t afford will get government subsistence to help pay some of the monthly costs.

HOUSE COMMITTEE QUESTIONS HEALTH AND HUMAN SECRETARY KATHLEEN SEBELIUS ON OBAMACARE WEBSITE PROBLEMS AND INSURANCE COVERAGE | HOUSE AND ENERGY COMMERCE COMMITTEE | RAYBURN OFFICE BUILDING (C-SPAN3)

Adding new codes every night, acceptable security risk/mitigation plan?

Off-topic thoughts: Honestly, instead of wasting tax-payer monies on “fixing” the Obamacare website, repeal this healthcare insurance law, especially the individual mandate.

We believe that the plan was to pay the private insurance business to insure ALL sickos. And in order for this to happen, the Obamacare website was “screwed up”, forcing law-abiding consumers to buy from these same cohorts.

Also, these contractors are no better than any other cheaters/thugs over- billing/invoicing the government/tax-payer monies.

I’ve been re-reading the latest “letter from our pastor”. It looks like he needs our money, err, “help”, by evangelizing within the boundaries of the surrounding community to those who are “Catholics”, who may/not attend but are NOT registered to CONTRIBUTE weekly and/or their time.

Nonsense! Y’all can “testify”, like moi, such as blogging! As a matter of fact, I already did my part because a stalker, who is my next door neighbor, followed me TWICE thus far to our local parish! And I did NOT have to “evangelize”!

Honestly, being a discipline in “Christ” to “self-donate” time is like being a student in high school “fund-raising” efforts. I recall going to EACH RESIDENCE and “begging” for “hand-outs” in exchange for a ceramic mug imprinted with our graduating year!

I wasn’t loud enough but the Norwegian/white girl I was accompanying me helped with the “sales pitch”. Fast forward, I’m no louder then as I am now. I don’t think I’m effective with people or convincing these people to “fork over” their hard-earned dough.

I do NOT believe in ministry. It is NOT God’s will to force people to come over and worship. They might NOT be “Catholics”. They might have a “falling-out” with the doctrines/teachings. They might be on FIXED INCOME or un/deremployed without income, like moi.

Some have simply awaken to the fact/truth that God is everywhere and y’all do NOT need to attend mass to make peace with your Maker(s) or whatever non-entity that makes you “exist” in that philosophical constraint.

Bottom-line: These Filipinos are becoming too “involved” in the problems of “white people”. I resent this “propaganda”. People just want to go to church and meditate. I don’t know why y’all need to keep this “busyness” and noise to justify “attendance”. As far as I’m aware, y’all are “showing-off” to other parishes that y’all on “top” and that makes me sick!

Lots of loud debating over breakfast regarding Obamacare. It’s going according to plan. Sorry, but some of the details were my “thoughts”.

If y’all believe in holding hands, lifting up the poor, allowing the rich to redistribute their honorable wealth, being accountable for society, your community, each other, then y’all will pay the price TOGETHER.

Told the old farts how back in 2007 or so, how I participated in an OPEN forum discussion board of issues: using contraceptives over abortion, treating anyone who shows up in emergency room, allowing men to decide against THEIR babies being aborted; whatever.

Although the elderly and young/men don’t need to “foot the bill” on coverages pertaining to prenatal care, maternity care, abortions, contraception, whatever; obviously we are taking care of the ungrateful brats this way…

Bahaha!

Last night, Paw showed us two reimbursement checks. But one was short-changed by $10!

Everything was accounted for as I reviewed how painstakingly Paw wrote the medication next to each line item on the receipts, which were stapled together. He wrote the total amount to be reimbursed on the top.

So during breakfast this morning, I wondered why the puss-heads are making us consumers do more leg work than necessary. We’ll end up going back to that pharmacy and have them reprint the electronic receipt and then we’ll HAND-WRITE that name/address of the doctor and/or his identifying number on this same receipt!

I told the twosome that this may be some sort oversight or perhaps an “audit” to check on the processes because I recall an incident with the laboratory for blood work sometime last month or so.

The mean little Muslim girl in white head covering kept asking which street address the requesting physician originated this lab because she had several offices.

Maw was clearly pissed off at this girl’s impatience. I witnessed how she replaced the sign-up sheet (pen and clipboard) roughly in front of me/my face at the small window.

The location is immediately next door to the endocrinologist for your reference. We missed the nicer Filipino girl who hit the veins better and processed the patients faster.

Anyway, back to the electronic receipt. I noticed that there was a black circle around a number. I’m not sure what this means but we’ll inquire with the pharmacy.

I don’t think all this modern technology is worth the troubles. It just makes more work for everyone. Instead of having REAL faith in REAL healers, we turn to to medicine and their minions.

Y’all will never know true spirituality until you’ve been touched. My healing overnight/last month or so after two decades of suffering started out with acknowledging my symbiot, which is making peace with myself and connecting to its Source daily through normal/prayerful conversations of trying to be the best soul girl…

With regards to the paranormal, those who have been touched by the “Holy Spirit”, be blessed.

Y’all who have encountered miracles, pray humbly in thanks and gratitude.

For those whose oversight are unbelievably dense, observe the little surprises as your connection to the Source – finding missing persons/objects; getting/giving stuff; whatever.

I noticed during the Eucharistic Mass, our parochial pastor vicar would say “Our Lawd Jezuz” without the word “Christ”. He is correct. The fictitious dude was a rep/toid.

As for Obamacare, y’all don’t need it! Oh, faithless ones! These fools will never offer cures to the mere humans but more punishment to the poor as higher premiums and high deductibles and back to the rich/wealthy cohorts as Obama’s “payback” for insuring ALL sickos!

Earlier this year, we mentioned/shared “faith healing” to an endocrinologist whose wall certificate read Mason University. He might have dared scribbled such data-set on Maw’s medical record for Medicare, for all I care. He is one honest but tough “brother”.

As a result, I’m NOT signing up! I’ll slowly die penniless by choice, too. My human form and its parts will be donated to the medical and scientific community for recycling and research. As per the dark-humored poet’s recent blog entry yesterday, funeral/burial and its expenses are profit-seeking “scams”.

To the Boss:

Bahaha! I messed up! But (as per the wise cracker while undressing upstairs after mass): “[I’m] the backbone [of the group]!” I think no one really cares. I’m just there to do/sing “my part”. It’s good practice, too. Not bad for under a year of my very first public performances, starting with the main choir. Bleh!

During rehearsal, I had to point out to your substitute that he needs to hit the half-note, not on the second beat of the third measure to the “Respond”, which Paw said I sang too fast again. WHATEVER!

As for the verse of the Acclaim, I wished your substitute would have downbeat the F# note but didn’t and that messed me up because I’m still guessing the notes. As a result of rushing and NOT practicing, I made up the melody/tempo. He had to “pause” the whole time! Bravo for flexibility!

For the “Communion” song, I BARELY did the Descant for the last four verses. I was afraid I wouldn’t hit the D5! But I did it! The “brutal audience” heard it good enough. But I didn’t want to scream inside the church.

HOWEVER, Paw said I was humming something. I don’t which song. Maybe because that’s how deaf people, like moi, sound. Oh, dear Lawd! This man wants perfection from an amateur, like moi.

During rehearsal, Uncle Ben threw me off when he said that we should speak into two skinny/PR/announcement microphones NO CLOSER than twelve inches because it’s sensitive. At least Janine told Manong Bert that fact so he doesn’t breathe into the device.

The Lawd’s “server” installed the fat/round singing microphone, which Janine said was too soft to hear if we don’t sing up close to the microphone.

So after waving to your substitute past my opened passenger window and hearing him say that we’ll see each other tomorrow at mass (since he’ll cover for the organist), I turned up my radio to Van Halen’s “Jump”.

I had to leave early because the Squirrel wouldn’t wake and leave our home after a ultra half-marathon run this morning. I was feeling good and refreshed after my shower and confidentally relaxed that I’d be happy this evening.

I arrived at choir rehearsal around quarter past the scheduled hour. I was glad to see the substitute early, too! Two side doors were locked! And we made our way to the front. I walked in front of him Pampanga-style, even though I’m part Visayan.

I’m such a diseased dog! I try my darnest to please everyone. If only I had a nice “master” to serve my slobbering licks, I’d be a good companion as man’s best friend to the end! Bahaha!

Huh,

Flynn…

To the TBTP and pals,

For a long while and again about an hour ago or so, I was wondering if a “rich old man” would adopt the Good Flynn.

She has lost her good-paying job at a big-ass company many years ago and has since stayed at home taking care of her two elderly parents and remaining pet parakeet birds.

She has realized the joy of staying at home and being useful around the house. Everyday she is kept busy doing house chores and driving “Miss Daisy” and get hubby around to do errands of groceries and to keep appointments from doctors.

Perhaps, y’all wish her to be a nun. The other day she thought about being a caretaker of religious folks.

Bah,

Flynn…