Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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  • 20061107-Voting Out

    At work. Came from polls. Got me ‘provisional voter affidavit’: first time-WTF! Says ‘does not guarantee ballot will be counted.’08:30AM 11/7. Foggy-whole bay area: WOW!

    Well, it’s been awhile since I last blogged on Halloween. I’ve been reading my favorite forum author and felt ‘his’ or ‘her’ or ‘its’ presence a few minutes ago. I sent my heartfelt energy to this or them by clapping my hands together loudly. The current time will be 09:33PM on 11-08-2006.

    I tried voting on 11-07-2006 yesterday but couldn’t because my name did not appear on the roster of precinct number 1414. The location was in the Scientology building about one mile from our house. I actually woke up early to get a head start on Monday’s monster lockbox work worth around four million US dollars.

    I thought I wanted to vote in the evening and had to repeat myself twice to Paw that I would be voting after work. But I’ve decided to leave the house early before 07:30AM and logically figured that the sunlight was less scary that during the night.

    When I got there were four people to my left, two workers on my right and three to four people in black voting already at the computerized booths. I approached this Asian guy and showed him my driver’s license for his ease in locating my name. He got overly excited and loud as he told me to look over this pink sheet.

    This other Asian lady told him he was being too loud. This one other guy had red looking face and he tried to explain something to me about their extra steps to make sure I get to vote.

    And lo and behold! I ended leaving with a blank pink colored ‘provisional voter affidavit!’ This is the first time I received problems with voting. I stated out loud ‘maybe I am not allowed to vote’ and ‘maybe I do not exist.’ I asked if I could vote since I am [here] already.

    I didn’t want to sign this stupid ‘pink slip’ because the last paragraph explained that my vote may not count. And I had a feeling that mine didn’t matter. I sat on one of the chairs of the sitting area for a minute and decided to leave.

    I drove towards northbound Highway 101 and decided to read the words of this pink piece of paper at each stoplight. I had my car windows rolled down so people could see my pink paper in hopes they take a hint that this ‘red flag’ meant something was happening with the voting system of America.

    So I got this tasty, vent-sized peppermint mocha latte in organic milk from Starbucks. Then I drove while holding the pink slip against my steering wheel. I am not upset but wondered why this happened to me. I suppose voting means taking sides and there is not side to anything from my personal Truth.

    That was a long day for me because I had to stay until 07:20PM to complete Monday’s work. The day was peaceful enough because the boy called in sick due to this painful back problem caused by his over-excising with heavy weights at the gym. Some people need to exercise in moderation and build of strength to avoid injury and regret later on in life.

    I came home and found my bio-units watching the small television set bought by Paw back in 1978 while stationed in Okinawa, Japan. Paw was cheering because the Democrats control the House of Representatives. Maw was looking sickly, sounded gurgled and watched too with some enthusiasm.

    I hungrily ate my two slices of liver and the remaining container full of mixed vegetables (beans, carrots and corn). I loved the taste of liver, which boosted the flavor of the mixed veggies. I felt not quite full and had one more spoonful of white rice to finish my veggies.

    I cleaned up and watched the television with my bio-units until almost midnight. We wanted to find out the results of the Senate and found there were three seats available for the Democrats to control this part of the governing branch of our nation.

    I believe I played more games on the computer upstairs until 02:00AM and forgot to remind Maw to take her second dose of antibiotics. But I think she took hers because she claimed she wakes up almost every hour.

    Voting would have been worth my time and gas. That day was relaxing and new to me because of the nice foggy morning that gave way to clear blue skies with brownish muck sticking in the horizon by the mid-afternoon. I wanted to walk around to enjoy the day despite delays.

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  • 20061021-Frustrated Bored

    I’ve been blogging in private mode because certain people have nothing better to do but make a big deal with my expressed opinions via these blogs. I may decide to make each blog public later. I am hoping Yahoo! could add a selection button for certain blogs to remain private while some public. But right now I don’t feel like revealing too much ‘sensitive’ material to ‘sensitive’ souls – boo hoo!

    There is nothing much to blog since I used my ‘time’ reading long head articles online and thought I lost my writer’s skills. I notice there are three ‘hits’ tonight and assumed one happens to be a certain person who doesn’t know how to behave; to quiet the mind and to keep the status quo – which was once my peace.

    Pumpkin season is almost upon us – two weeks from now. The spot lights from the pumpkin patch about a quarter of a mile up north from my road is and has been for the past few days showing a double line fixed directly over our house with a left line on a few angles away from center point and an array of other moving but dimly lit ones. I think the angle may measure approximately 33 degrees but unfortunately I do not have a protractor on hand to do scientific research.

    I tried taking pictures of these spotlights with first my cellphone and then my digital camera. This was attempted from the stairways through the upstairs windows and I had no success but total darkness from the viewable screens. I need to find a good camera that will take night time scenes for those weird moments in life.

    I have composed two more blogs because I need to be heard by my invisible public. My blogs have to be ‘nice’ and ‘pretty’ now because this person and others from higher levels of the world have been reading. Those that choose to read further have also tagged and listed like me. For those who know better, I’m still alive too.

    P.S. I really would like Yahoo! to add a feature whereby the bloggers could select which individual blogs are private from public.

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

  • 20061018-Sarcastic Scums

    So around 01:17PM and after handing me two of the lockbox reports from Canada, ‘Jerk Turdannatto’ sarcastically called me ‘cherry.’ I do not under what he meant. I told my temporary lead that I felt like reporting him to the Human Resource Department. She told me to do it. But I have not done anything yet.

    I heard ‘Pool Shorts’ (the internal auditor) interview ‘Jerk Turdannatto’ for about ten minutes right after the incident. Now both ‘Thumb NasalRosa’ and ‘Jerk Turdannatto’ are laughing as if nothing had happened. I’ve already reported two other incidents from earlier this year about ‘Jerk Turdannatto’ to his boss, ‘Log Nelson’ and my former boss, ‘CarolTwin DaZit’. But I don’t think they did anything.

    P.S.  I’ve emailed my new boss the incident around 01:33PM and do not know what will happen next. What’s going on around this place???

    P.S.1. When I left around 06:00PM tonight, it seems the immediate and/or reporting ‘managers’ do not want to deal with their subordinates directly. Instead, they would pass the stick to each other and find out ‘what they want’ first before making decisions on their own. God!

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

  • 20061015-Weird Rabbits

    Why don’t I understand the complexity of human behavior? This is because I neglected to go out and interact with enough weirdos. Furthermore, these weirdos include my co-workers. There were two meetings that point to many ‘white rabbits,’ who show me further that reality is not the same for each person.

    One meeting was driven by a manager by the name of ‘Tin McNaughty’ regarding cash applications in China. He kept mentioning the word ‘Monarch’ and he glanced at me each time. I knew what he meant through his intellectual babblings. I was visibly pissed (via my face and crossed arms over my chest, of course) for being volunteered unexpectedly to attend this stupid meeting.

    Another meeting was driven by a manger by the name of ‘Miracle Back’ regarding the new credit card system to be effective next February 2007. He mentioned ‘sacrificing the first born’ and he glanced at me. I knew what he meant through his air of confidence. This was yet another stupid meeting that allowed me to ‘show face’ (of piss, as usual).

    When I liberally utilize the word ‘aliens’ in my blogs, this includes weirdos too. My watcher by association at work should realize this company is crawling with critters and he should not read too much into my blogs. This explains why he could argue well and fearlessly at our current lead because he too senses something is amiss.

    But this is the current system at this company and perhaps our lead is told to be annoying. And as any hardworking slave like myself, he should realize that being well behaved and conforming to business standards (but not necessarily agreeing or nice at all times with people at this company or any company for that matter), is part of the survival or ‘self-preserving.’

    As mentioned in my prior blogs, money allows for basic needs (food, clothing and shelter). Anything else beyond these ‘self-preserving’ needs require hard work towards debt. Anything else below these basic needs require much help without repayment of debt.

    Furthermore, some critters away from work are considered ‘aliens’ to me, at least. I would sometimes get similar statements from strangers that ‘[You] are different from everyone else.’ I do not understand what this means and assume that my reality differs from everyone else.

    Sometimes, I feel as if I’m talking to a brick wall for those who have not experienced my weird events. This is because not many ‘aliens’ would reveal themselves to fearful and stupid people. Those that understand with much love for any difference would be tagged for life.

    I do not claim to have lots o’ love and have been battling with my darker side (as expressed via my blogs by complaining about other people and my shortcomings). Noone is perfect, of course, and this is part of any learning process.

    I have seen different forms, which I would take as evidence and sometimes without the necessary photos to provide to the people their ‘proof.’ We are each aliens in the way we present ourselves to each other, by the way.

    For example, people at my current work think I’m a fluffy ‘beach’. I hate them all after discovering how stupid they are for not realizing that I was my own department and for not having all the answers to their stupid questions about basic A/R processes and procedures. Who wouldn’t get pissed?

    Now for those who do not believe in ‘aliens,’ they are free to believe in eternal love and unity of oneness. For this side of the game, aliens, weirdos and normal folks are one and the same. And love, once again as expressed in my now deleted blogs, take different forms or vibrations – both good and bad.

    However, there are those who believe that one body is all they have and that is the end of their existence. Some bodies have nubs as tails or real tails, by the way. There are those who do not have dreams but endless nightmares that continue to spiral out of control.

    Whichever ‘white rabbit’ one happens to follow, one needs only question the reality of their chosen paths – or parallel lives with doppelgangers of all sorts. I happen to look like someone with head covering. This photo shows ‘me’ holding a boy (perhaps ‘my’ child) in ‘my’ right arm. This appears as a small, blurred photo on a government website.

    Others will follow as copy cats; while others play the role of skeptics and laugh at the crazed people reporting their weird experiences. There are many layers upon layers and boxes within boxes that our limited minds could possibly comprehend.

    P.S. My watchers continue to pull out from their parked locations upon my arrival. They have the choice to do their jobs well or not. Either way is fine.

    P.S.1 OMG! The link to this particular blog has been assigned the number 666! I told you this is one of those weird events. Wake up people!

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

  • 20061015-Beast Mark

    I just had another stinky yet smooth flowing bowel movement at the toilet while sitting on my simulated, walnut seat cover. This was after I’ve finished reading several long head articles related to the Mark (or Number) of the Beast.

    I’ve came across variations to this number, such as 661, 666, 669, 696, etc. Various areas from mathematics to our favorite ‘Babel’ thumpers have tried to provide their interpretations to the perceived ‘Devil’s Number,’ which is suppose to signify something superstitious.

    Once again, I do not believe their versions and find much entertainment by and from people who continue to debate based on assumptions, such as implants of chips on the human body, barcodes on labels of our foodstuff or purchases or social security number or credit card for each Americanized citizen.

    After thinking very briefly on what this numbered mark may mean to me, my interpretation is simple. The mark on either the forehead or right hand (or wherever conveniently located by one’s imagination) is nothing more than a tag by our curious watchers or guardians.

    Those who open themselves up to the truth or knowledge or whatever possibility happens to match the frequency for certain aliens – friendly or not – generated by brainwaves (via the third-eye chakra) or by invitation (via the soul matrix).

    I do not offer any interpretation to my subjective point of view except that advanced beings are also curious and have a purpose to share what they have to offer. We in turn have something they themselves cannot fully experience. This could be good and mutually beneficial if one side is not condoned as parasitic over the host.

    Bottom-line: Those that think evil have only known this superstitious mark or number as evil, which may be one of the many programming errors implanted in the malleable brains of certain people. For example, it takes a crazy person to know and use the word ‘crazy’ around those that know far better than to feed them lies.

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

  • 20061012-Daily Diary

    I arose at around 07:30AM and heard my bio-units leave the house for their daily morning mass with the slamming of the garage door from downstairs. Then I went to use the toilet and later felt like I had to go back to bed and take a quick snooze before heading out the door to work.

    I drifted in and out of consciousness; toss and turned from one side to the other and heard the water sprinkler turn on around 08:00AM. I got out of bed afterward and did my usual morning routine of opening up the wooden blinds to let the blessed sunlight filter into the acrylic windows.

    The blue skies were nice and expected another nice day at work, which I did by walking around for fifteen minutes around 01:00PM after eating my cold roast beef sandwich for 4.50US notes and after hearing that stupid voicemail message left earlier this morning on my cellphone.

    At 01:55PM, I received Maw’s phone call about BooBoo, the light cobalt blue and white parakeet, which had blue and swollen feet. Paw and I took her to the bird hospital where she is currently located tonight. I paid half the deposit with my credit card and we went home with the empty cage.

    I proceeded to bring out Persimmon’s old black cage for the two females and placed that one next to the larger one, where the three boys are currently sleeping. The goal is to separate the males from the females so there will be no more love making activities that might wear down their little bodies, especially the females.

    Dinner was eaten; dishes were done and we packed four spare ribs for Brat to eat. We stayed until 07:15PM at his house while Twit was socializing at night with people other than Brat and we took home a slice of his sausage pizza, which I ate at night as a snack.

    Maw had both legs massaged to help reduce the sensation of ants crawling on the skin and I did her pedicure with the blade that scrapes off dried skin. This is a cleaner way of smoothing out the thickest skin on the human body. It’s like a miniature guillotine of all sorts.

    She said her thanks and we retired for the night at 10:30PM. Once again, I read my articles online and learned that the peacekeepers are having a difficult time. Talking to stubborn people is like talking to rocks that would never budge or become more than hard-headed rocks.

    That means there has to be a large enough hammer to make peace work by breaking their stubbornness. Flapping their lips as diplomacy won’t work on these stubborn folks and maybe hugging them tightly to squeeze some love into their being might be a better job at this point.

    So far the night has dragged on smoothly as I wonder if I should call in sick tomorrow. There is no point in languishing at a place that has too much weirdness for me. Three collectors will be moving closer to their collection manager, my former boss. This means ‘Jerk Turdannatto’ will be closer to me, too but separated by my cubicle wall and an aisle.

    This place is a joke, really. But the real weird joke is the numbers I received upon arising this morning. The numbers are five digits: 32454. I did query online and found it is located in Florida.

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  • 20061012-BooBoo Better

    Please provide a prayerful boost for the sickly parakeet named BooBoo. She is a little over three (3) years old and has been admitted to the bird hospital near the 85 and for the night. The attached photo is dated 24-March-2005.

    Maw had called me around 01:55PM at my work phone. She told me that BooBoo’s feet looked blue and swollen. So I logged off from the computer and told the boss that I had an emergency with one of the parakeet, who may have a broken leg.

    I left the building around 02:00PM and arrived at home thirty minutes later. The skies had wispy clouds again. I did see her legs were discolored and found her leaning most of her weight to her left side upon the water container.

    I quickly got the carrier cage from the garage; put at least on perch for her and a seed cup, which I knew she wouldn’t touch though Maw insisted to have the container inside the cage. I hollered at Paw to get ready to accompany the both of us to the hospital.

    After a couple of phone calls, I found one that had a physician available. The first one was nearby but the doctor wouldn’t be in until the 16th of this month. As I spoke to an Erin, I searched for the address online and printed my map.

    The map didn’t help because part of the street was cut off from printing. I knew I had to exit ‘right’ but didn’t realize we were headed north and in the wrong direction as pointed out by Paw. So with one U-turn from one end and another near the 85, we arrived at 03:15PM.

    I heard the bird went on the floor during the ride because the horrible suspension and braking system of this car was very rough over northbound 280. And sure enough when I removed the birdcage from behind the seat of driver’s side, she was flat on the floor of the carrier cage.

    I got out hurriedly and both of us went into the Suite C instead of the Suite D in error. I used my big brain and logically followed an arrow-like sign of a bird pointing to the right side of the building. The side door did not have any markings to show this was the place.

    But as I peered inside and past the windows, I saw this had to be the place. There was a large bird cage containing three male budgies and they were big boys! I happen to love boys because they are much friendlier and don’t bite and hard as the females when grabbing for treatment is needed.

    We filled out the front and back sides of this paper and the bird with its cage was brought in the back for assessment by the physician. The place was clean enough as we waited for no more than five minutes and during which time I went back to talk to the three male budgies. Good boys!

    The doctor came out and explained what could be wrong and the assistant lead us back to further discuss the treatment for the brat, I meant, the bird. We found out that she had a big tummy that wasn’t supposed to be there.

    There could be the possibility of liver disease due to the diet of mostly seed; low infection or hormonal. The doctor saw her cere, which is the waxy part of the nostril, was too big and there were bruising both on her beak and toenails.

    During the interview, the doctor wanted to understand our philosophy about treating the bird. I explained that based on our technology we should intervene and provide whatever comfort for the distressed bird.

    BooBoo was in distress from her obvious panting. The first estimate was affordable and we got an X-ray done on her to find that the bones lack sufficient calcium. The second one involved more testing – one was the draining of excess fluid from her tummy based on the X-ray.

    As the assistant held the bird in the wrapped towel, I observed the head of the bird jolted as the sign of the needle making its way to allow the swelling of said tummy to relieve the diaphragm, which seemed to have prevented BooBoo from inhaling enough oxygen.

    Her oxygen level was at approximately 35%, which was below the normal 50%. And the doctor provided a before and after sample, which showed both dark and the normal pink color, by snipping a piece of the toenail. Then a yellow powder was applied to stop the flow of blood.

    The incubator and oxygen tank helped to comfort BooBoo for one night’s stay at the hospital. And I received a phone call from the doctor at 07:00PM but had my cellphone turned off while both Maw and I visited ‘Squirrel-Ling,’ who is alone at his home again; while Twit is out buying presents for another wedding and at night (as usual – sheesh).

    [My opinion is for a couple to be together no matter what. I told Brat to ‘spy’ on her and find out really what she is up to. She could be caring for her bum brother during her nights out almost everyday; since they bought a house together.]

    The cost of treatment didn’t matter to us. As long as the breath of life flowed through our little BooBoo, we were willing to make her live as long as she wants. The estimate total is close to the crown I still have to get done.

    So far I’ve bounced two checks and gotten another voicemail message earlier this morning for help by those ‘Morons’. But of course our BooBoo has been the priority of today. None would help me. None would help BooBoo. With proper perspective of being alone, I have decided that none could help us except ourselves.

    P.S. The Bible thumpers should read well: Owe none! And the flow will happen, I swear!!! But according to my ‘watcher’ by association at work, he told me during lunchtime that I should not want too much of anything. I learned that all that we need has already been provided.

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  • 20061011-Another Eleven

    Wednesday was boring and I managed to get most of the work done. I started feeling sleepy in the afternoon and found out online about a plane or copter crash into a building in New York. Now, I do not know about mind programming but, once again, whoever or whatever is doing these weird events better stop.

    I wonder what the signifance of the number eleven is  and why people need to be reminded of what some went through on that September event dated on the 11th. Now today happens to be smaller event but dated on October 11. Would there be another weird event dated on November 11 five years from now? Ooo!

    Anyway, I came home and hungrily devoured ‘Kali-Maw’s cooking of bar-be-que chicken and vegetables of beans, squash and bittermellon. She then wanted me to massage her legs but I refused because I was tired after work. She then wanted me to listen to her stories of mostly noise about older people and into my ear holes and she got mad.

    My energy level started waning significantly after lunch and I didn’t have the patience to be around anyone after work. I hurriedly cleaned up the kitchen as I heard her bewail from her bedroom that her daughter is bad. This is funny because I was already labeled good as of yesterday after massaging her feet with lotion.

    I wondered what happened with ‘Kali-Maw’s opinions of me. This off-antd-on and hot-and-old scenario has been played for most of life and I’m sick and tired of being stuck in this rut as an old maid. This is not funny and I have good reason to blame the ‘hole’ world. My saying ‘No’ is empowerment but at the same time I play the victim.

    I crept upstairs with the slight popping of the wood from underneath the carpet and washed up before going to bed. I tried to ease myself into another restful evening in hopes of not hearing anymore controversy from downstairs. So from 07:00PM to 10:33PM I’ve gotten all the rest I needed.

    The current time is 03:04AM and I have been in front of this computer for a good five hours of sleepless night. I suppose there is something weird with yesterday because this was the second time I’ve had a drop in energy level this bad. My first entry of this experience was from my now deleted blog dated on 10-March-2006.

    My eyes are beginning to close as another wave of sleepiness comes to me. I’ve deleted more blogs prior to Sunday, October 1, 2006; cleaned-up more emails from several Yahoo! accounts and read more articles online. I have not yet decided to check for any emails or chatting message from this Yahoo! profile.

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

  • 20060930-And Action!

    Ah! I hear the defenders of truth hovering in their copter over our neighborhood and my house starting exactly 12:00AM midnight on this Saturday, October 1, 2006. What’s going on this time, eh?

    They have been hovering for about thirty minutes. For the first 17 minutes, this one patrol car was right in the middle of an intersection and he seemed to have stopped a few cars. He flash-lighted one Audi and yelled at the driver for whatever reason.

    There seems to be two more cars nearby and then a few more down the road. Some people from the nearby cars got out and started looking in and around the houses or backyards. I hope noone is hurt because it’s not nice to ruin a nice weekend for us hard workers.

    Besides, I do need some rest without this extra commotion, in case I have to work this morning in a few hours; so we could close the third quarter books for my company. I’ve stayed late last night until 07:00PM, arrived home to find ‘Kali-Maw’ walking around indoors and ate my leftover lunch at home for dinner.

    This leftover was pasta shaped like bows. I packed the chicken for fried rice tomorrow morning. We plan to walk around the mall in the morning; so our circulation, especially ‘Kali-Maw’s legs, would flow more efficiently.

    It’s 12:30AM and the copter is still making noise. The noise hurts my head and I cannot blog in peace. One car from down the road left at 12:33AM. I keep checking what’s going on but cannot see much in the night with very low clouds of white overhead.

    A black SUV exited from one small road AND the sound of copters ceased at 12:36AM. Could we go to sleep now, please?  The squabbling amongst ourselves is nothing in comparison to the peace of whole world, right?

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

  • 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.

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  • 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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