Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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  • 20111130-More Spooks

    Here are my notes taken via the “Memo” app of my cellphone:

    Per deleted comment Submitted on 2011/11/30 at 16:15:38 PM PST: Earlier this morning, the change for our purchase at Crate and Barrel was $3.22, which is a symbolic numerical value for the “Skulls and Bones”. At 11:44am, the total purchase amount at Hancock Fabrics came out to be $12.24. The change for $20 dollars was $7.76.

    11/30/2011 14:23pm. A dark gray tumbleweed approached the left side of Paw’s Mazda Protoge as we rounded a DRIVE towards home. The time was 14:22pm and the odometer showed 36,888.

    11/30/2011 14:17pm.At 2:01pm, a white old man with white hair cut in front of our right lane with his white car. We were both turning left on Winchester Blvd after buying a guava cake for $26.49 at Aki’s Bakery.

    11/30/2011 12:40pm. A woman coughed in my direction while shopping in Hancock. Later a Mexicana (with facial bumps on her left face) was talking to Laura about the new manager. Laura liked the new manager. The Mexicana was later seem coming back to Hancock with a brown leather purse, which had a a butterfly applique emblazoned on the side. She wored a pairs white-colored, circular-shaped earrings with yellow flowers painted on them.

    11/30/2011 11:22pm. A tall, thin, Asian man wearing a NYFD baseball cap flicked out his tongue. He was going the opposite direction to our right as we entered the long hallway into the Westgate Mall near Target.

    11/30/2011 10:47am. Paw’s car showed 36,866 (odometer) as we parked the car to shop at Hancock Fabrics (for washable pencil), at Burlington Coat Factory (for three of Maw’s underwear sized TEN) and at Targets to get Christmas lights (sized C9 of red, blue, green, orange and white).

    11/30/2011 10:38am. While en route to buy my birthday cake for tomorrow, I recall how there were/are lots of marijuana activities up and down the West San Carlos Street area, especially those automotive places.

    11/30/2011 10:27am. A white-colored vehicle was driven by the EMS Chief. He had stopped two cars on one of two left turn lanes, bearing right. He then turned on his siren noise and blinking blue lights to mark his territory. What a waste of taxpayers’ money!

    11/30/2011 08:59am. While waiting for one order of “pandisal” bread at Valerio’s Bakery, two tall Mexican thugs wearing all black outfit walked into the bakery. After looking at the food through the glass display, they left the shop within seconds. I saw two “well-dressed” short Asian guys leave the establishment after the two thugs left the scene. Their colors seemed like an odd-colored light brown. They could be Jehovah Witnesses.

    11/30/2011 08:58am. Our ticket number was F77. We shopped at Valerio’s Bakery for one order of “pandisal” bread (one dozen).

    11/30/2011 08:39am. While walking slowly to exit the parish, I noticed the wild-haired Vietnamese woman trying to cut us off from behind our left hand side. We were rounding left at the corner of the very last pew when I stuck out my left arm to block off her hurried exit by holding the pew. Without blinking an eye or turing my head backwards, I said rather aloud: “Don’t cut off people!” I might have heard her repeat my words but I wasnt’ sure with my two hearing aides. These damn Asian foreigners do NOT understand that it is RUDE to cut in front of AMERICANIZED people. She normally sits on the EAST side of the church, by the way. Her hair is cut short slightly above the shoulders but still ratty in style.

    11/30/2011 07:58am. At around 7:44am, I noticed a tall, VERY black guy get into his yellow-colored, BMW sportser. Laster a white Honda vehicle kept paced with traffic instead of staying inside the yellow lane and yielding to traffic. The dark energy Maw, along with the mindless Paw, ranted about how I am not courteous to these stupid ASIAN drivers. I told these dumber and dumbers that is what I read long ago. Maw said people who use computers are stupid. I should have said people like you are too stupid to use computers. But since these old farts are on their last legs in life, I let them have their ways before they spend eternity in hell.

    11/29/92011 10:58am. I recall how cousin Giant’s tattoo (from the Philippines) spells the last name of our fathers. All I see are Satanic symbolisms from the unside-down pentagrams.

    Janet's Tattoo
    Janet's Tattoo

    11/29/2011 07:56am. At 07:40am. A long-haired brunetted cow opened the trunk of her green-colored Honda Accord. She later placed lots of junk on top of the car.

  • 20111128-Random Thoughts

    Here are my notes taken via the “Memo” app of my cellphone:

    11/28/2011 08:46am. En route home from this morning’s mass, we noticed that the gasoline price of the local Arco station read as “6-6-6” from the inverted numbers of “9-9-9” — 3.59, 3.69, and 3.79!

    11/28/2011 08:11am. I’m sure the descendants of the ancient bloggers to religious texts, such as the Koran and Bible, would surely profit from copyrights.

    11/28/2011 07:55am. Last Wednesday and prior to Thanksgiving Day on Thursday, Ben told of the oil-powered light dimming near tabernacle. In his wild imagination, he claimed to have prayed to the Lord to please let the flicking light become brighter. Maw and I played dumb. I recollect Evelyn, a friend of my auntie-in-law Glogria. Evelyn is wanted by the police in Pleasanton, California for fraudently duping people into believing these unlikely religious events, such as telling us long ago that a small statue was sweating oil from its pores. The couple had to come up with something so unbelievable because they took a long time/whispering from the small bedrooms what to showw us.

    11/28/2011 07:50am. Upon our arrival, a dark-haired pale-faced guy entered his white car, which was parked on MY long stretch of road.

    11/27/2011 21:12pm. At 9:11pm, I had another de ja vu in which I had uploaded into my Customized Header, an image showing “Brother John’s Glacier”.

    11/26/2011 22:41pm. Father Mike was the celebrant of that evening’s mass. He wouldn’t let us go and continued to make eye contact with Maw and/or moi. He spewed off by memory and in lightening fast pace, the Latinized version of the mass to “show off” to Maw, who complained about the changes of the new missal text.

    11/26/2011 22:10pm. After coming out of the Hancock Fabric during Black Friday, we were crossing the small road from the building to the parking lot. To our right and through the passenger side window, a fat old WHITE man mumbled under his breath: “Oh, come on!” I mumbled loudly, “We got old people here!” Maw was obviously walking in much pain and VERY slowly as the small pick-up truck rounded the corner to the right. As they turned, he said: “I’m old too!” I replied louder, “God Bless You, Sir!” He replied, “God Bless You.” Bahahaha!

    11/26/2011 18:17pm. While shopping unsuccessfully for Lo Mai noodles at 99 Ranch Market, we noticed that a bunch of Mazon brand banana was priced at $6.66!

    11/26/2011 16:55pm. I flipped through my favorite “daily companion” during evening mass and noticed the bottom left hand corner of the “verso” page was dog tagged to reveal page 225.

    11/26/2011 01:22pm. We left Auntie Norma’s small apartment on Friday, 11/25/2011 at around 11:30pm. She wanted to go with us but we feared for her safety and slowing us down for more errands during the rest of the day. She said that it is the though of giving even though the boy didn’t show up to greet his OLD family. But Maw wouldn’t have none of that nonsense. The boy lives just 0.7 miles (or three minutes) by car or walk of 14 minutes! That’s no excuse for the turd and twit to treat people who are on the “righteous path”. (I’ve read people like us would most likely be attacked for being in the “wrong” for not “showing off” and “spending money” on self by giving to others in the most need.)

    11/25/2011 22:54pm. At 8:57am, I noticed a silver car backs up and then forwards to turn into traffic and follow me. then a black SUV with a single oval eye with rays coming out like wings on either side was going to Saratoga Ave. This was during Black Friday off Valley Fair and the traffic was good for two Highway Patrol squad cars to issue driving violations for those who dare cross over the solid, double white lane to the off-ramp.

    11/25/2011 12:58pm. A district manager (or VP?) of Hancock Fabrics was in the Saratoga branch! He helped cut our bolts of fabrics with PRECISION and better than the older white lady who helped suggest getting a RoboCut! He sole us three pairs of purple-handled, titanium-coated scissors for $7.99! Wow! That’s a deal! He was our height, had closed-shaved, dark hair and wore a black, stretchable, long-sleeved fabric. His eyes were sparkly and strangely “lined” red/pink or something like that. Oh! I was the girl that said “Ouch” when he made the first of two cuts and was waiting for me to say “Ouch” the second time around! Funny guy!

    11/25/2011 09:11am. Maw’s “spider sense” indicates that my paternal Uncle Smack would start claiming to his eldest sister, my Auntie Malnorm, that he doesn’t have any money and needs some “dough” from her. Further and as pay back for the technicalities offered by his wifey Glogreia, she would convince her sister-in-laws, my paternal aunties Maldeath and Malouse, who are both registered nurses, to take care of the nursing home of at least five rooms. Paw told his eldest sister that “Ooo-tang is ooo-tang.” Payback is NOT free. The point is do NOT do business with relatives who expect NOT to pay for labor!!! So to my two aunties, watch out. Smack and Glorgeia are planning to hold you accountable/going to cook you both! Bahahaha!

    11/25/2011 08:53:46am. For a few days, I noticed that my dashboard read more double-digit numbers: 82122 (odometer) and 833.9 (speedometer).

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    11/25/2011 07:56am. Maw cried that the was buying love with gifts and spend money from a dark and bitter heart. That being, he just lives 0.7 miles from his old mother. Hmmm.

    11/24/2011 20:10pm. At 20:09pm, I had a de ja vu moment in which I was downstairs and anticipated something to be said or done.

    11/24/2011 21:45pm. Inday called and helped to converse with the hurt feelings of Maw, whose heart the boy keeps breaking.

    11/24/2011 22:20pm. I was watching our cable programming and an advertisement showed a FEMA website: Ready.gov | Prepare. Plan. Stay Informed.

    11/24/2011 15:35pm. Maw had described what would happen to Smack, Glorgeia, Giant and Joh and their nursing home near St. Annes in Hayward, CA. It would go under from lack of FUNDS (from Social Security funneled by the helpless residents/patients and/or from my Auntie Malnorm). The stories with other nursing home owners, Lydia, Connie, Franscisco, didn’t go ell. One had her license taken away. All closed their nursing home businesses. Patients were known to be soak and wet, shivering from cold because the owners told the workers do NOT change their diapers. It cost the owners too much to wash patients daily. Snack are thrown away into the sink because patients are TOO slow to eat/swallow. STATE inspectors would looks inside and out the refrigerator and food and would insist that repairs be made. Further information was that Joh was giving medication to these poor and helpless elderly folks. He is NOT licensed! There must be at least ONE licensed on site 24/7 in that facility. At least 3,000 to 5,000 dollars per month could be spent per person, not unless this family of four is taking more than half their share away from the needs of the senior citizens. I wonder if the relatives would complain to the STATE and report if anything happens, just to be sure that justic is served for those who cannot defend themselves against heartless yet well-meaning FRAUDS!

    11/23/2011 20:10pm. Paw spoke of the captain smoking post in the mast. This was rumored/smelled by the local people.

    11/23/2011 20:08pm. Paw spoke of the prison being called the “brig”.

    11/23/2011 20:07pm. Paw spoke of engineering departments, human resources, personnel and supply clerk working together. There is but one chaplain for one religion.

    11/23/2011 20:05pm. Paw spoke of buying our fancy platesw from Crete. On board the ship, there was a ship store with items from Switzerland.

    11/23/2011 11:05pm. Only those who retired from the military service are ALLOWED to shop in the Commissary Stores. Paw is proud to have served the military for twenty years. He is retired and uses his ID card to use/sponsor Maw and me to go grocery shopping at the DeCA in Moffett Field, CA. Unfortunately for Ben, the usher at our local parish, he left the Air Force in eight years and didn’t retire from the military and therefore he cannot tell us stories about the joys of shopping at a military store. Bahahaha!

    11/22/2011 08:09am. Maw complained that people work so hard and then there is no treatment and the government is no help, especially to the senior citizens who paid their taxes and military personnel who served this country.

    11/22/2011 08:09am. Yesterday during that morning’s mass, Father Mike mentioned something about the Virgin Mary’s relative being a priest, who was Uncle Zachariah. So we can see from this small hint that the blood line is wealthy and very much alive and well, so to speak. Bahahaha!

    11/22/2011 07:50am: We were following a BIG white utility truck. It was a local parishioner who dropped off her daughter at the school. The ad on the truck read plumbingalert.net (408) 272-1423.

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  • 20111121-Random Thoughts

    Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone:

    11/21/2011 23:13pm: At 23:11pm, I saw an ant crawling on the wireless phone on my computer desk and I told out it to go home because it can follow its trail just like extraterrestrials follow chemtrails.

    11/21/2011 21:36pm. Earlier that day, we were lined up for food at Goldilocks. A 72-year old Filipino woman told us that Maw and I look like each other. That’s nice and scary, too. Not only do I sound like Maw (as per the misguided cousin, Shillster), I am turning into Maw!

    11/21/2011 21:33pm: En route home bound from a free concert “Grateful” at our local parish, the Arco gas station showed prices of 361, 371 and 381 (in the evening) from 363, 373, and 383 (after morning mass). Paw and I joked that the number three added to 6, 6 and 6.

    11/21/2011 19:07pm: At 1906pm, the odometer of Paw’s Mazda Protege showed 36,787.

    11/21/2011 17:31pm. En route to his morning’s mass, a green, mini van was parked northbound on MY long stretch of road. She kept flashing the brakes. Upon our arrival, she opened the driver’s door. I signaled right to show her I saw what she was doing. Later on that day and en route eastbound from 237 and just before the 101 interchange, a tow truck signaled left from his parked place upon our arrival.

    11/21/2011 11:25am: At 11:22am, the odometer of Paw’s Mazda Protegé showed 36,766.

    11/21/2011 07:55am. We learned last Saturday evening that Father Mike or Ben or both told Margaret about the pronunciation of the word “six”, which sounded like “sex”.

    11/21/2011 07:54am. Last Saturday evening, we sat through mass with someone coughing behind us. She looked like Genie T. but much taller. The day before, I found a second green-eyed flyer taped to our front door and a plastic bag of white rocks on our driveway.

  • 20111122-Random Thoughts

    Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone:

    11/22/2011 20:58am: During that morning’s breakfast at McDonalds and while talking to Ray, I saw a skinny white boy at the “condiment” section. He had shoulder length hair of blond and soft, light brown eyes. As he turned to exit the fast food joint, he flicked out his tongue.

    11/22/2011 20:51pm. By reading/skimming through the pages of “The Philosophers‘ Stone/s”, I had a thought about how some true healers really do NOT need tools outside themselves. These faithful one ARE tools/vehicles of healing unto themselves and others.

    11/22/2011 13:36pm: After eating a late lunch at Goldilocks, a white Pontiac G6 had a license plate number ending at 211. There was 616.

    11/22/2011 10:50am. At 10:15am, Rayomnd R. fell backwards upon the floor of McDonalds and landed mostly on his right butt. It was a good thing he didn’t hit his head or fall unconscious. What I saw was a sudden movement of his face looking up and his head going backward immediately. He dropped his am/pm coffee all over the floor and Maw’s blue acrylic jacket. Apparently, he has diabetes and we talked for about one hour before he got a chance to fuel up. So we bought him a big breafast with pancakes. The manager gave him a tall orange juice. We gave him our last bottled water.

    He just wouldn’t stop talking about his unionized gig; his wife $47,000 a month dialysis; hiring a house cleaner so she won’t stress out; being affected by Agent Orange from wars in Vietnam and Korea; having his great-granchild and his boomerang family live at his big house and other political matters. He continued talking on loudly from shock and called Henry his friend, too. (Of course, I was wearing Shrimpsei’s second, nano-pendant near my throat the whole time and for the past few days).

    Earlier Chuck, the old chinese guy talked about being imprisoned in the emergency room while being treated for a high glucose reading of over 400. He couldn’t move and was starving for most of the day. Each time they gave him food, his sugar level when up. His wife’s coverage from working 30 years at Kaiser is good for life.

    At 07:44am this morning, I saw the divorced nutter out of the corner of my left eye as we were backing out of the driveway. She stood on the sidewalk and looked at the renter, who was inside his gray-colored station wagon-like car. Usually the renter would leave between 07:00am to 07:35am. But this morning was unusual because the divorced nutter was there and he was still warming up his car to leave later.

    As I straightened out the car to head off northbound on MY long stretch of road, I saw her look in our direction. I could see her transitional shades through the left/side mirror of the car and her adjusting her “shades” with one hand. Anyway, she is so thin-looking and still short.

    Also, notice the double-digit number of the time at 07:44am when this situation occurred.

  • 20111122-Noticing Numbers

    Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone:

    11/22/2011 13:36pm: After eating a late lunch at Goldilocks, a white Pontiac G6 had a license plate number ending at 211. There was 616.

    11/21/2011 23:13pm: At 23:11pm, I saw an ant crawling on the wireless phone on my computer desk and I told out it to go home because it can follow its trail just like extraterrestrials follow chemtrails.

    11/21/2011 21:33pm: En route home bound from a free concert “Grateful” at our local parish, the Arco gas station showed prices of 361, 371 and 381 (in the evening) from 363, 373, and 383 (after morning mass). Paw and I joked that the number three added to 6, 6 and 6.

    11/21/2011 19:07pm: At 1906pm, the odometer of Paw’s Mazda Protege showed 36,787.

    11/21/2011 11:25am: At 11:22am, the odometer of Paw’s Mazda Protege showed 36,766.

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  • 20111114-Noticing Numbers

    While waiting in traffic from Tasman into eastbound Montague, I saw my car’s dashboard read as 72,111 (odometer) and 822.0 (speedometer). The time on my car showed 3:33pm. But the time on the cellphone showed 3:30pm.

    While Maw was talking to Bella (who continues to “play dumb” about “relative” events, I gagged on Maw’s delicious chicken noodle soup made with fresh, yellow-colored Lo Mei noodles. Maw was asking Bella about how many kids Jerel had but she wouldn’t say and at 12:22pm, that’s when I gagged so severely that I continued eating anyway and couged for ten minutes. For all we know all the youngest of three children will boomerang back into her parents’ house! She is already pregnant with a Mexican boyfriend’s baby.

     

  • Notes on old book…

    I was reading an old book last night while in bed because wasn’t sleepy and blogging was fruitless. Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone:

    11/13/2011 23:46pm: p.148, “visible and invisible”. That’s in line with the new Roman Missal changes for November 27, 2011.

    11/13/2011 23:59pm: p. 153, The reason why a teacher tends to repeat things over and over is because he is senile! Or perhaps the student is too slow and dumb.

    11/14/2011 00:05am: p. 154, “slaves to their egos and vanities”. Well, from Obama‘s speech last night in Hawaii, I kept sending/thinking imageries of which they fed/he picked up about “improvements”. The speech ended 5:49pm (Hawaiian Time), which was ELEVEN minutes prior to 8:00pm (Pacific Time).

    11/14/2011 00:18am: p. 160, The pronounciation of the word “hiram” (from “Hiram Abiff“) means “to borrow” in Filipino.

  • The numbers…

    So early morning on 11/11/2011 at around 5:00am or so, Maw had heard/listened to a segment “Our Honored Veterans, Numerology & Open Lines” on George Noory (CoastToCoastAm.com). She heard “numerologist Glynis McCants“, I believe.

    After dinner and while dancing/listening to that night’s Music Choice | Country Classic, I looked up the her web page on “Life Path Number.” I added Maw’s numbers, according to the instructions of the site, and came up with the:

    “EIGHTS do not feel safe unless they have found a way to establish financial security. It is difficult for the 8s to take advice.When they make a choice, they must feel it is their decision, NOT SOMEONE ELSES. As a result, they do tend to learn the hard way. 8s are very honest and by being so blunt, they unintentionally hurt feelings. Although they can sometimes appear insensitive, what is going on inside them is the exact opposite. They do feel deeply about everything that goes on in their lives.”

    Now, that’s Maw! Mine is ONE. If only the boy, the twit and the rest of the ungrateful relatives read that “quote”, I’m sure they would realize the errors of their ways.

    The section of the “Attitude Number” doesn’t make sense and doesn’t reflect the both of us.

    Anyway, over dinner that night, she shared what she had heard, even though I didn’t want listen at that early morning. She said the lady sensed something was going to happen in 2012. Maw sensed the same “unnerving” thing, too. However, the boy and I refuse to believe in the “doom and gloom” scenario that “New Agers” and pals ram down our throats.

    In the course of the discussion and as mentioned by the twit and the boy long ago, there was a women who sensed that she was going to die in a plane crash. She refused to board the same plane that actually crash. But she later on died in a car crash.

    It so happened the number lady mentioned that our existence is written in the stars/numerology/whatever. And based on that “junk science”, it would seem that karma is/has its own laws to follow. And follow through it did for that woman, who almost cheated death.

  • 20111111-Noticing Numbers

     

    For those who understand eternity as one long, drawn-out fart, today (depending on your timezone location) is supposed to be 11/11/11 (or November, eleven, twenty-eleven). Those are six numbers of “one” in a row.

    At 1:03pm, I was trolling an article via my online reader. And on the bottom of this article there was an image of the American dollar bill. The back side of this dollar bill showed 11:11. The number “one” appears on all four corners on this side of the paper money.

    I never noticed before until now. That must mean I am slow to understand how insignificant one day means to infinity. And I don’t understand why some Jewish masons believe that the capping the Giza pyramid with their symbol is supposed to save the world.

    Again, for those who time travel, that’s non-sense.

  • 20111104-More Spooks

     

     

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    At 12:37am, the project manager called our land line and a few minutes later he was here to do pre-installation inspection for our leaky roof problem. He had Paw sign the papers and then at 2:11pm he was gone.

    As per my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone on 11/04/2011 at 09:08am, the sales consultant arrived at our home on 12:11pm yesterday. Maw exchanged stories with her wise words to make the old guy feel good.

    When I took some photos of our shingles at around 14:27pm and stood between Maw to my left and Dean to my right, he started loosing his voice! He coughed slightly a few times. I responded in “his language” by letting out a few frequencies of coughs and the clearing of my throat, assuming that he understood. I couldn’t tell if he was turning green but his buck teeth remained intact.

    By 3:00pm, he finished his sales pitch and sounded normal again.  As per my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone on 11/03/2011 15:11pm,  He left our home at 3:11pm. He was cordial enough to send me two emails regarding his thanks and the next step with Sarah and Eric and how his wife bought two persimmons ($0.59 each) from Trader Joe’s but were over ripe compared to our delicious one dozen persimmons from our backyard.

  • 20111029-Noticing Numbers

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    Today we bought eight yards of full cut fabric: Abbey Black (#956) from Calico Corner/Home. Here are some double digit numbers: customer number x11x55x, authorization number 11xxx, reference number xx00x777. Jeni helped us process our order.

    En route home ward, the dashboard of Paw’s Mazda Protoge read 36,666 (odometer). We were stopped at a straight line a few blocks from our home.

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  • 20111023-Noticing Numbers

    There were many instances of double to triple digit numbers that I failed to record because of the DAILY frequency of each event. Here are more examples:

    • Paw’s MB E430 show 711.1 for the speedometer upon arrival at the DecA. Yesterday there were many more from my car.
    • One of the Foster’s chicken package had a price of $3.33 today.
    • The second to the last time we went to the DeCA, two packages of oxtails were incorrectly priced at $2.33 each.