To the Boss:

I saw a couple of your “thumbs-up” after the Descant of the Gospel Acclamation and one of four list of songs that Sunday mass. I don’t know what you meant but assume that I, your ear-candy groupie, sang within appropriate volume, in tune by hitting the notes, and through the four “corners” of my mouth by covering my teeth. I’m trying to learn how the powerhouse singer controls the legato of notes and how to find my voice/breath, too.

Prior to mass, I sincerely was relieved to see your parents are okay. I felt comfortable to hug you Mom across her shoulders before and to pat her back after mass and was happy that your Dad waved back to me twice – once from the pew sitting down and again after mass standing up. I wasn’t sure if I should have hugged him. I guess I love hugging people – it’s the “universal” communication of love. Thanks for thanking me but I’m so stupid and old that I had to go back and retrieve my white binder of Keyboard Accompaniment 2013 from the organ seat. Duh.

Anyway, you Mom told me she had a virus for two-weeks but I wasn’t afraid to be near her. I noticed her face was puffy and that’s normal from being inside the “bad air” of the airplane where she might have gotten this virus. She asked me how everything went: Of course, being excitable and deaf, I answered stupid. Please, please, please don’t ask me simple questions because I’ll give anyone stupid answers! I’m really a dumb-blond underneath all that “tough-girl” exterior. Over the years, I’ve forced myself to behave within normal societal parameters and keep up appearance, when in fact I want to scream, dance, curse, punch, kick, and flick-off people.

It’s a good thing the Mom of the altar server that day helped your Mom with her new choir gown/robe. It’s also a good thing that your Mom sits with the mother and daughter because I wasn’t sure if she should sit up front NEAREST you or not. I was hoping that the ORIGINAL choir master would take the front-most pew out of respect and seniority, since she is the eldest of the main choir; so that the cane lady and I could sit together and gossip. I learn normal stuff from the cane lady because I really do NOT know anyone there or any Filipino in my neighborhood.

Seriously, I really, really like the organist because she comes in, does her job, quietly hides in the back-most pews, and doesn’t care about co-mingling with the choir members, who are mostly annoying Filipinos anyway. The wise cracker kept joking that maybe she is your “wife”. For all I care, I love that “match” as far as similar musical background, the connectivity in tempo, the overall height/weight/size/shape, too. So if the wise cracker is off on her “sense”, please take no offense. You know how protective each “race” can be towards each other. Oh, and I wonder why the organist held up her keys to you after she locked the wooden/roll-down cover of the organ.

Oh, it’s nice that you took time to speak with other “concern” choir members after mass. And I’m commanding/ordering you to treat your parents nicely and be there for them. I sense they need your “help” now that they are really getting on with age. It’s so sad/pitiful how they looked up to you from the dais and waited patiently for your next course of action. You won’t regret putting up with their crap. Trust me. Most parents are annoy/mean/nasty/intolerable but they are VERY sentimental when they think of their children who forget/ignore about them.

Huh,

Flynn…

Tried calling CVS/pharmacy a few minute ago to inquire about Paw’s automatic refill for prescription medication, which is down to four pills. Usually, the automated voice caller from CVS informs us if the prescription refill is ready for pick-up.

However, this morning the main phone number kept ringing and ringing. I laughed out loud and figured that perhaps this business has been affected/locked-out/shut-down by Obamacare!

SON OF A “GLITCH!”

We are tuned into C-SPAN2 and waiting for the “White House Briefing With Jay Carney”. (I didn’t know about differentiating among three channels of C-SPAN. So I’ll notate properly.)

Again, I expect quality/affordable healthcare. But because of my unique situation, I’ll have to go with whatever the LICENSED “independent authorized agent” has suggested.

This is good for business, like his. I don’t know if I have pay him for his service rendered in helping me sign-up, which I could have done online/by phone/in person by myself.

As mentioned in my recent blog entries, if y’all don’t know what y’all are doing/too stupid/whatever, just visit/make an appointment your local/neighborhood “independent authorized agent” for assistance.

As mentioned in my recent blog entries, my concern is the ability of these claims/billing services and timeliness, too.

I “predict” that Obamacare will NOT be repealed because Medicare Part D (with its optional removal but at the loss of Part A and Part B) and TriCare both got hit by Obamacare.

After waking up, unplugging/shutting-down the laptop computer, using the toilet, crawling back into bed, and visualizing the annoying grey-aliens 0426, the laptop screen flickered on for a moment to reveal a rainbow of color, which is a new background. Then it turned off.

Yesterday and through the evening, the upgrade of Windows 8.1 wouldn’t process fast enough. I attempted several times until past midnight. This new/updated OS probably used to track/monitor my online activities of boredom.

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Had quickly read old “Henry’s” article dated October 14, 2013 regarding Islamic Banking in which the business model strives toward “fairness and justice”. As repeatedly expressed in my old blog entry, I hate usury and how stupid payment is applied to interest first instead of principle first!

Not a day goes by when I curse the god-damned system laid down by Mammon and his minions of being “served” by the American “Banksters” that one night. Not a night goes by when I curse the fools who used me to foster in the regimes of “transformation” upon America.

As a result, capitalism can go to hell. I want that “freedom” to be taken away, just as they have taken away my freedom to wait patiently and suffer silently because I have NOT yet taken any action upon a “partnership” meant to set as a example of how “true investment” is supposed to operate.

Perhaps, TPTB and pals did NOT understand that pieces of papers are always subject to changes. Y’all already knew what was in my heart and mind. And maybe I ought to be thankful for the opening of many unimaginable doors. Between you and moi, it makes no difference how what you think.

What does matter is how y’all will remember what became of us…