After buying batteries from RadioShack, Paw and I were behind a vehicle with a CA license plate number ending in 011. Last week or so, one of the grocery receipts had lots of two’s. Recent receipts had lots of two’s and five’s. Let’s see: My speedometer had one’s and the odometer had five’s.
I give up! What do you want from me? Hello!
For your battery needs, visit RadioShack®.
Paw and I replaced three rechargeable (cordless) telephone batteries:
We had to replace the telephone batteries because:
Be sure to dispose of your used batteries properly. Visit Call2Recycle US – Recharging the planet. Recycling your batteries. The batteries listed two phone numbers to call: 1-800-822-8837. RadioShack also recycles batteries. So give it up!
My mind is working overtime, creatively speaking, of course. I keep calling my head hunters to find temporary work, anything but to no avail; so that I could pay my `hired thugs` to keep other `hired thugs` from ruining my peace of mind.
Maybe, it’s God’s will. Praise Allah or Buddha or whoever. I don’t know, really. It’s hard putting the pieces of the puzzle together, really. And even if I come close to the truth, who cares? I could make more noise through the newspapers. But what is the point of being a lone donkey braying into the night and no one hears its cry?
God! What am I doing wrong? Have you not heard my prayers? Damn! I could make a book if I wanted to! And what is with all these recent appearances of double digits, such as 33? I don’t get it! At almost every corner I turn myself or my gaze, I see this number – thirty-three! What do you want from me?
All I know is that the government helps the best it could, which is to spend. I also know that private sectors (small AND large ) operate to cut spending. These businesses CONTRACT with the government. And in turn it’s in one pocket and into other pockets.
So I ask you this: Am I up against the government? Or is the government on my side? What’s going on? Hello!
While attending this morning’s mass, my mind created more images of cows branded with popular logos for bags, such as Burberry, Chanel, Coach, Dolce & Gabbana, Dooney & Bourke, Fendi, Gucci, Hermès, Kate Spade, Louis Vuitton, Prada and Ralph Lauren. That’s the reason why these handbags are expensive because of dead animal skins. How cool is that?
And then a few minutes ago via Yahoo! News, I see that Lady Gaga made a statement to her fan-based `little monsters` who buy expensive stuff at ridiculous price, which is at the expense of, you guess it, dead animals, from snakes, alligators, cows, whatever.
Lady Gaga touched down in Japan on Tuesday toting a white Hermes Birkin bag (which typically cost from $5K and up) that carried a special message for her fans written in the Japanese alphabet of Katakana that said: “I love small monster, Tokyo love.” Gaga, who sported a similar greeting on her arm — “I love little monster” — calls her followers little monsters.
Besides the usual double digits that I’ve noticed in the past but failed to enter into my weblog, today is no exception. The three of us decided to get some food at Valerio. The time was early evening and the rain had stopped. The clouds of fluffy, puffy whiteness came and went. Some blue skies were seen, too.
Anyway, in order to be served in the order in which the customer comes into the bakery, one must take a number from the TURN-O-MATIC T80. And guess what? Our number came up to be 44. The color of the paper was green, by the way.
I came across the following news article:
`Toyota official: ‘We need to come clean’`
By LARRY MARGASAK and KEN THOMAS, Associated Press Writers – Wed Apr 7, 10:20 pm ET
WASHINGTON – Five days before Toyota announced a massive recall, a U.S. public relations executive at the automaker warned colleagues in an internal e-mail: “We need to come clean” about accelerator problems, according to documents obtained by The Associated Press on Wednesday.
“We are not protecting our customers by keeping this quiet,” wrote Irv Miller, group vice president for environment and public affairs. “The time to hide on this one is over.”
What got attention was a photo of Toyota’s logo.
I then recalled President Barack Obama’s signature:
I see a phallic symbol (vertical line) inserted into the feminine symbol (open circle).
Just like Toyota coming clean and while still listening to CoastToCoastAM.com, maybe disclosure is eminent! Or perhaps I noticed that we will have been given the shaft by both businesses and government. For without one or the other, TPTB cannot control the whole world. Hmmm.
Well, from 08:00pm to 10:00pm, the four of us (which included the boy) attended Easter Vigil Mass. The lights inside the church were turned off. Then the three priest and two servers went outdoors to mark and light the Easter candle, which will be burning for forty days.
Then the procession started along the right of of moi (or rather from the side door) with the five in front, followed by 33 candle bearers. A mysterious 34th candle bearer came forth down the aisle and towards the alter.
The open prayers and readings were said. The choir master sang as if summoning the Imam. The tonality of his voice reminded me of an Islamic prayer. Since my hearing is not all that good and the speakers via the microphone systems were horrible, I imagined being in prayer at a local Mosque.
Then baptism for four people was done, followed by the confirmation of the lucky 13, who got their red scarves, too. Photos were taken by a very red-faced, old white guy. Then the Eucharist mass and more prayers were said and done.
All the while my back was hurting from taking a late shower after working the WHOLE friggin’ day just removing my years compulsive hoarding. But thanks to the low-dosage aspiring (81 mg), I managed to minimize the fidgeting on the hard wooden pew.
This is truly a day of baptism – getting rid of the old and making more room for more junk later on. There were some periodicals, newsletters and magazines hiding in shoe boxes, plastic bags and a large box, similarly designed like a take-out of Chinese box. I’m still not finished with old clothes and old books, though. Dammit.
`Oh, I love a rainy night!` It was raining after that night’s Seder dinner. Maw and I used our long, wooden, artfully designed umbrella. Paw used his SHORT, black-colored, retractable Tote umbrella.
Prior to the mid-afternoon, there were lots of fluffy, puffy clouds of white against clear blue skies! Then the overcast of gray-colored, rain clouds were forming. The air was fast getting freezing cold by the time we went inside the car at around 06:30pm.
The Seder dinner went well that night. However, there were many red-faced demons. Upon entering, I heard a loud noise. The VERY BEET red-faced white man with white hair had turned to his right and sneezed a cough faced-down towards the floor at exactly the same time I was DIRECTLY behind him! He was seated at the end of that table and fourth table from the stage.
Of course, I turned my head to the left where the offending sound was heard and where I saw the back of his head after that moment, returned a loud cough DIRECTLY over his head very quickly and walked off to find my name tag facing the crowd or with my back turned towards the head table, which contained the priest and the only blue-colored goblets on that table.
To Obama and pals: Please STOP the demonic entity: Child Protective Services. Let me know how your wars with each other over nuclear and oil energy fair against the taking of innocent lives from their families and by the removal of their identities, roots and ancestries.
This time I would like you to shift your focus from wars abroad and to your citizens here at home. After all and with most black folks, I’m a home girl and we need to be taken cared of, right?
Here are my chicken notes per a YouTube video `Nancy Schaefer exposes the EVIL CPS` – Georgia State Senator:
conclusions:
what to do?
That night, Maw and I watched the two-hour show on the History Channel about: `The Real Face of Jesus`. After `2000 years`, expert photographers and pals were able to extrapolate the VERY faint image of an alleged`Jesus` from the Shroud of Turin.
They were able to create a death mask of the man who suffered terrible wounds (that the lead scientist was obviously moved and somewhat teary-eyed while describing the time-consuming process of pulling raw data from an ancient source).
The only way a positive image was able to be seen from its negative would have been modern-day technology of scanning. By lining up the scanned image of the death mask against the VERY faint image of a dead man on the Shroud of Turin, the shocking match gave me gooseflesh upon both my forearms and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
The image of `Jesus` appears to be slightly`roundish` and probably from the beard and not narrow to me. The dark brown hair and brownish (and maybe droopy version for) eyes appeared to be a close representative of men of that time.
From 07:30pm to 09:15pm tonight, we attended our second Passover Festival Dinner (or Seder) while listening to the Haggadah (the story containing the Passover ritual).
Of course, I was ratting up a storm with a teenager from the sixth wine glass of rose colored wine. It appears that I’m really a talkative person as long as alcohol hits my system. Hehehe!
This is what we had for dinner:
For your reference, I’ve created a `new page` called Seder based on tonight program. Certain words are highlighted in bold and some words were changed to suit my personality.