In recent news and while watching a cable news programming on television, I thought the new White House Budget Director was a “Jack Liu” because the pronounciation was similar to “Jack Lew”. Wolf Blitzer mentioned a “Pete Ross”, whom he knew. Yup.
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John 3:16 | King James Version (KJV)
16For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
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In recent news, John 3:16 message delivered by Tim Tebow‘s arm…
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Actually, God’s messenger is DB. ( Trust me on this one. For those who know what I mean, hush up now and have some fun.)
It just so happened that the first two letters of the AFL Denver Broncos are “D” and “B” and nothing more. (You may re/search MY weblog for further information with regards to this team).
The quarter-back was merely a vehicle for people to keep both eyes open for/on the “Son of God/Man”. Or at least keep your eyes on the football, which surprisingly contains my hidden initials as “F” and “B”. (You will notice the “Hannitizer” throwing a sponge football just prior to the commerical break.)
The number of Tim’s jersey happens to be fifteen (15) or forty-five minutes (45) minutes before the hour. It so happens that the potential POTUS will be the 45th this year in 2012.
Anyway, it is more than a mere co-incidence that the average yard per completion of 31.6 connotated to the numerical value of the Biblical passage found in John 3:16, which actually looks like 3:16 AM in the morning to me. So however you look at it, quit messing with people’s’ minds.
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Um. Gee. I don’t know. I’m alive. So shouldn’t that be enough? I’ve done another good deed yesterday morning but I’m not sure if that action alone is based on self-fulfilling ego or the feeling of guilt for not “being there” or just simply happy to oblige the family of five or so. I continue to pray/bless/boost via my active imagination and sometimes feel earthquakes from my heart via clogged arteries of high-cholesterol and high-triglyceride levels. Overall, I believe the flame in my heart is well. (Or is it good for proper grammer?)
I do know my tongue still lashes out unkind and hostile words, making me a mean and nasty person — the very traits I fail to improve. (That was per Maw en route to this evening’s mass. She had inquired if her boy communicated his interest in “going to church”. Of course, the green-headed, Medusa came out and I wanted to teach her to let go of the past and that he is “Buddhist” now and not quite “Catholic/Christian”. Alas, I’ll truly never know or understand a mother’s love for her FAVORITE child. Blast!)
So I was trolling the YouTube videos of “Ask Miska“, the talking Husky dog and here are some of the things she has to say:
So I’ve been getting clicks recently. I’ve been holding off. For the past thirty minutes or so, I was reading about a “young convert” in Nigeria. He was battling between Satan and Jezuz. I’m towards the middle-bottom of the LONG web-page and came across the following Bibilical passage since 09:36pm this evening:
John 21 | KJV
“15So when they had dined, Jesus saith to Simon Peter, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me more than these? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my lambs. 16He saith to him again the second time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my sheep. 17He saith unto him the third time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? Peter was grieved because he said unto him the third time, Lovest thou me? And he said unto him, Lord, thou knowest all things; thou knowest that I love thee. Jesus saith unto him, Feed my sheep.”
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Hmmm. Should I take this “message” as yet another sign? What do I have to loose? A few ducats for being a gullible fool? I’ve not job! I’ve gone bankrupt! Shall I preach and proclaim that God is real as are the places of heaven and hell?
Hello! Who are you? What are you? What do you want from me?
John 21 | KJV
“15So when they had dined, Jesus saith to Simon Peter, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me more than these? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my lambs. 16He saith to him again the second time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my sheep. 17He saith unto him the third time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? Peter was grieved because he said unto him the third time, Lovest thou me? And he said unto him, Lord, thou knowest all things; thou knowest that I love thee. Jesus saith unto him, Feed my sheep.”
So I’ve been getting clicks recently. I’ve been holding off. For the past thirty minutes or so, I was reading about a “young convert” in Nigeria. He was battling between Satan and Jezuz. I’m towards the middle-bottom of the LONG web-page and came across the following Bibilical passage since 09:36pm this evening:
Hmmm. Should I take this “message” as yet another sign? What do I have to loose? A few ducats for being a gullible fool? I’ve not job! I’ve gone bankrupt! Shall I preach and proclaim that God is real as are the places of heaven and hell?
Hello! Who are you? What are you? What do you want from me?
Here are my notes taken via the “Memo” app of my cellphone:
01/05/2012 18:55. Maw said that when and if she and Paw passed on, I’ll be left to defend myself. The boy suggested buying a shotgun instead of a regular pistol. The shotgun will spray wider but not penetrate the walls to the house. The gapping hold of the buckshots would cover an entire abdomen. Whereas a regular pistol would be MUCH harder to aim. *Off-topic: It’s true. Even assault weapons are too dangerous and VERY difficult to aim with pin-point accuracy, even with a scope.
01/05/2012 18:54. The boy told us of how Fred, the hunter suggested firing a warning shot before killing an intruder. For example, a sofa was propped up against the door in the hopes of preventing an intruder from breaking and entering their property. That didn’t work. So the lady, in defense of her two sons, she fired last minute and killed the guy. *Off-topic: It would be wise to warn the intruder of your gun, your intention to use the gun and a three strike countdown before firing your warning shot.
01/05/2012 18:53. The boy told us of how the Russians could have defeated the Japanese. But since the Japanese found that they could defeat the Russians and decided to conquer other countries, there was a World War Two.
01/05/2012 18:47. The boy told of the twit’s friend, Keiko, a Japanese who married a white boy named Bill. Well, Keiko read some history books from the family, who owns a general business for hunting. She found interest in what she read and in so doing discovered how their accountant embezzled $22 million in slush funds. The family merely fired the accountant.
01/05/2012 18:33. The boy told us there was a handiman who was fifty years old. He used to be sniper in the Soviet Army and killed some Talibans. One day he needed help from Michael, a Vietnamese, who was known to piss off people. Well, he did answered back and told off the Russian, who was raising hell: “Why don’t you understand me?” The boy didn’t tell Michael afterwards and was worried about getting the soldier angry. *Off-topic: That’s why it’s important to be polite to ALL race and groups because each person has a STORY!
01/05/2012 18:32. John was enlisted (as part of being a Korean) in the army. He won a Korean medal of honor for fighting in Vietnam (for a war with Korea).
01/05/2012 18:31. The boy told us that he emailed John to calm down. But because John is Korean and had a bad attitude of being on top of everyone else, he didn’t take the time to DOUBLE CHECK his equipment. The premonition had already manifested. *Off-topic: Again, it would be wise to listen to the wise before rushing into things.
01/05/2012 18:30. The boy told us further how John couldn’t find parking. So the group went ahead of him. He parked his car and little did they know, he sprinted in the hopes of catching up with the group. He didn’t see his friends and went double the speed necessary, even though they were already going full speed. Later, the group saw some guy crashed in front of them. He was going fast recklessly. It so happened that he forgot his shoe clip and wore regular shoe. I saw in my mind’s eye how his right foot slipped off the pedal and he lost control of the bike and became paralyzed. He was working late in the night the day before the biking event.
01/05/2012 18:29. The boy told us how he e-mailed his Korean friend, John, NOT to go down hill so fast. John’s friend told the boy that John’s left side is numb and there is mild paralysis on the left side of his body.
01/05/2012 18:25. On March 14, 1967, Maw became a registered nurse. She told us of how she passed the board while feeling sick with the boy, who was/is good luck to her. She was guessing on the answers.
01/05/2012 18:24. Maw told us of how she had to chart the patients’ medical records in the dark long ago.
01/05/2012 18:23. Maw told us of how a “major” in a private hospital in the Philippines gave Maw the opportunity to work for two years, free from the university. It was one incentive to recruit foreigners.
01/05/2012 18:22. Maw told us that the people of Holland have to get the government’s permission to marry. The newlywed has to wait until there is an apartment available.
01/05/2012 18:21. The boy told us of how the people in Spain live in such small dwellings that they’d have to go out. That’s why there are lots of coffee shops and bars.
01/05/2012 18:21. Maw said that the people of Holland have rooms the size of our dining room. The bed is the size of a bunker. They wash dishes with two basins of water — one soapy and one clean. Sometimes the dishes still have suds.
01/05/2012 18:20. The sister of a co-worker lived in Germany, where the people are paid enough by the govt and don’t worry about paying for their houses.
01/05/2012 18:18. The boycame over to eat a light dinner, which we waved from the freezer. He told us of how the people of Spain eat “dinner” at 10:00pm and how businesses are “forced” to give their workers at least three months paid vacation.
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01/05/2012 16:32. At 16:07, I finished ten minutes of percussions with both of my hands upon the entire back of Maw while she coughed out thick mucus and two light-colored phlegm. Thanks to the 9-day Prednisone and 5-day antibiotics regime, she won’t have pneumonia.
01/05/2012 14:27. Maw mentioned how she doesn’t like retaliation. She said that Paw and her are fine; yet they are being blamed for not getting along with ungrateful relatives. She wondered how it all started. Gee! Let me recap on an old story:
Look what happened to the Chingster, she is/has been holding a grudge for over 23 years since the divorce with her husband. I don’t blame her for all the hurt the in-laws have caused her. But it was NOT fair for her only daughter to have suffered an unkind fate. Pride does that to people and everyone near gets affected, I’m afraid.
01/05/2012 14:15. Since parents want their own children to be successful, not all children have the best. For example, “Minh” has a daughter-in-law from Cavite, Philippines. Her mother has taken precedence over daughter’s life. “Minh’s” son has no choice but to go along with the wife because he already has children with her. In another example and although the boy and his wifey have jobs and own a home, it doesn’t matter if they don’t have children. Maw said they will find out later in life that earning over $100K income combined doesn’t replace life through the eyes of little ones.
01/05/2012 14:14. Maw mentioned how it didn’t matter if children ever remember their parents for what they are worth. She mentioned how her parents and greats have left their real property. The point is that parents are supposed to be happy/grateful that their children is at least successful with jobs and at least own their own home and make children, too.
01/05/2012 13:12 – 13:13. While watching a cable news programming on television, my thoughts were about protecting the environment by keeping the polluters inside the Union and punishing them for breaking environmental regulations. Neil was talking/interviewing with another man who mentioned how the Japanese (business) model would punish those who do NOT stay in the (labor) union.
01/05/2012 13:10. I mentioned to Maw how Uncle Ver doesn’t really like the Ampy’s side. I sensed he was putting up his pock-marked cheeks with the kisses from her little nieces and nephews the other time we saw them in the world buffet restaurant in Fremont, CA. Essentially, the gigalo is stuck with Ampy because he has nowhere to go. Even if he gambled three-months worth of mortgage money, the second wife has done a grave sin against two families and she won’t be talking with her ever.
Uncle Ver blamed Aunt-in-law Bella for gossiping, which was really an outlet for telling the whole truth. She just happened to unload her truth on the wrong people. She too had nowhere to go since her husband, my Uncle Dead has been insane from the beginning. Uncle Dead told Maw that it was too much to pay $30 a month for his stay with the Chingster. It was too much salt and pepper, paper and napkins in his books. This data/sentiment was revealed to Maw long ago. It goes to show how he was after money (or didn’t care about the “in-laws”). Even Aunt-in-law Babble complained to Maw that it was too expensive to pay monthly to the Chingster for their stay even after Butch, her daughter, was born!
01/05/2012. Somewhere around lunchtime, I gave the four adult parakeets a much-needed bath outdoors. It was HOT! The sun was bearing down on my and I started to sweat. The heat helped to dry the parakeets but after a few minutes the winds started to blow cold, according to Paw. The skies were amazingly crispy clear and blue all around!
01/05/2012 11:50. We were stopped at the left turn into the main street leading to Seafood City in Milpitas, CA and saw an old black guy sitting down on the corner of Morrill. He held up a white colored sign with black letters (all in capital letters), which read:
DISABLED. I HAD A JOB ONCE. NOW I AM OLD, ANYTHING YOU DO WILL HELP.
He wore a black vest and light olive greenish hat. He had gray hair and a prosthetic right leg bent at the knee. Of course, no one gave him anything. Maw said it is a shame that he would beg. But I noticed that he turned his head right as we came back from the main street to exit right and onto the opposite of the way we came.
01/05/2012 11:44. The dashboard of the MB E430 showed 41,656 (odometer) and 656.8 (speedometer). We were stopped at Morrill. Earlier, we left this morning’s mass right after communion, used the restroom in McD, dropped off Maw’s urine test of two orange-colored bottles, ate brunch at Erik’s Delicafe (of which Maw didn’t like the holiday special of turkey, cranberry and stuffing sandwich), talked about working to contribute to Social Security and saving money and shopping at the DeCA for ingredients for dessert (“bibingka“), which Maw will make for this Saturday’s prayer group. Yuch!
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Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone:
01/04/2012 19:29. Maw mentioned that Obama is made to be unbeatable. I figured it is a second term for him.
01/04/2012 18:29. Duh! Now I know the origin of that sliding sounds of a closet “opening and closing” — downstairs where the backdoor to the patio! Hahaha!
01/04/2012 17:53. I noticed more double-digit numbers. Akismet Protected | 101,172 spam comments and Blog Stats | 75,144 total views. Notice the numerical value of “144”.
01/04/2012 17:50. I figured that there is a time-shift happening. I noticed that my mini-aluminum workstation, the width of two lengths of an average human forearm, might have a similar sounds of a closet “opening and closing”. The “keyboard tray” pull out and if done slowly sounds like the closet sounds:
At 17:33, there was an opening sound, followed by two metallic-like objects dropping, and then a closing sound. It could have been the glass sliding door downstairs; although it is is NOT in use, I suspect Paw or Maw might be using it for hanging their washables to dry on the “shower curtain” rod.
At 17:31, 17:23, 16:43 and 16:37, I heard the soft sound in the background of something like a closet door “opening and closing”. The sound from 16:37 could NOT have been done by Maw because she was sleeping soundly on her bed. She was wearing her long-sleeved, double-knit, purple-colored sweat shirt at that time.
01/04/2012 17:25. I went to close the blinds to the computer windows upstairs and saw lots of vertical sylphs in one section below some long ones — all light gray in color. The sun had set, of course.
01/04/2012 16:38. I tried to take a nap. But prior to laying down on the bed, I saw several chemtrails over the weswtward hills of the Bay Area through the computer window upstairs. The lines were the same (or relatively parallel to my point of view from home) direction with the formation starting somewhere north.
01/04/2012 16:33. I saw a flock of high altitude birds flying in V-formation and going towards a north west direction between 300 to 320 degrees.
01/04/2012 11:45. We were coming eastward from 100 degrees towards home. Suddenly, the divorced nutter (with her small head and beady little eyes) was seen driving rounding the corner coming southward from MY long stretch of road into our drive at 280 degrees. I immediately pulled onto the driveway and into the garage and closed the electric garage shut. We then unloaded the over $100 worth of grocery from DeCA (Moffett Field, CA). She was driving the maroon-colored Dodge caravan. Sometimes, her illegal ALIEN would be seen driving her white Honda CR-V.
01/04/2012 10:58. At 10:57, a spiky-haired Asian kid about my height coughed upon intersection of my standing location inside the DeCA. We went from my right to my left (towards the produce section) and was being followed by a black kid, who was seen holding leash to a brown-colored, toy dog outdoors.
01/04/2012 10:49. I ran inside CVS because Paw’s wallet was seen coming out of his left jean pocket. He walked so fast that I had to sprint gently so as not to alert security. That old man is getting on my last nerve. Eventually, I’ll be taking over his damn wallet. If it were not for Maw’s vigilent eyes and her screams and my quick action, that piece of leather would have fallen out! But as I got close, I noticed that his jacket barely covered the top of his jean pocket. So we both picked up yesterday’s prescription and went inside the car and I said aloud to Maw, who was sitting in the backseat: “DO YOU STILL WANT ME TO WORK, NOW???”
01/04/2012 10:46. There was a creepy old white man whose bald head had blotchy brown spots on it. He grabbed a bunch of bananas swiftly and placed those into his grocery cart. Maw was also trying to get bananas.
01/04/2012 10:29. En route to the DeCA, I noticed a parked tow-truck with a vehicle already loaded. The driver immediately went to the passenger side door, which was opened, and out of the rear-view mirror to the MB E430, I could see how he paused and then used both hands to slam the door shut with much frustration in his action. Bahahaha!
01/04/2012 09:38. While eating breakfast, we were watching a news cable programming on television about the results of the Iowa caucuses. I saw how the old fart, Mitt Romney and his blond-haired wifey, were seen walking down the flight of stairs VERY carefully from the airplane. Now, I don’t know about you folks. But old people are a liability in my books. We don’t want anything to happen to these much slower demographics. Plus, Mitt keeps stammering. Is he under mind control? Perhaps, he is forcing himself (or being forced) to say things that aren’t true (in his empty heart). His beady eyes are VERY piercing. I don’t like it. He’s scary!
If you want my most humble opinion from a girl, I would very much prefer the “man-boob” that belongs to Obama, who can jog/sprint down those stairs in a jiffy! I really don’t want any more old farts running/ruining our country. Personally, I feel Obama is doing a fine job (as planned). So even if the main-stream, social media keeps putting down my man, wouldn’t it be interesting for a second term of this young lad, who seems to be making fun of himself and the dummies who keep listening to him?
01/04/2012 07:19. I recall meeting Obery Smith. His first name rhymes with “ovary”, part of the female reproductive organ. Anyway, during my stupid college years, Maw had fashioned my hair into corn-rows. After one class, a bunch of black students seemed to be following me. One girl was bold enough to ask who did my braids. I replied that Maw did. Then later I met Obery, a harmless chap, who I sensed was keeping an eye on me. The class session was usually SLOW and creepy for those two separate occassion I talked with him outdoors and indoors of the Student Union. For whatever reason, I didn’t want to go home and we both just relaxed by placing our heads down on the table. When I got bored, I raised my head and he asked me: “Was it good for you?” That was almost twenty-four years ago. So you see folks, I’m weird. I met weird people. I’ve been followed by different groups for many years. Go figure out why I continue to blog in such manner!
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Between the both of us: What do you want this time? Food?
For the past three days, I’ve been getting clicks on two weblog links, which I’ve been opening up for the past three days, even though my online “reader” doesn’t show any “new updates”. Maybe the “blog stats” here at WordPress.com is including the history to my web browser!
Anyway, it’s going to be a new year and already I’ve been getting more than a “little bit” frustrated. I didn’t get a phone call on either Tuesday and Wednesday and maybe it’s because I did NOT return the call (and usually don’t call back in timely or professional manner but have to “play by ear”) as a courtesy.
Nonetheless, I have to budget whatever I have saved to cover the taxation. If I get a job, even a low paying temporary work, with the usual Satanic network buzzing around me or at least making their presence known without my truly understanding or knowing why they try to get my attention, I’d be happy to “help”.
But between the both of us, I saw the entity looking “peachy” in color and directly into the camera. I just got lazy to share the bit of information when I saw the latest photo online around the 29th.
Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone:
12/27/2011 20:19. While trying to dry the dishes, Maw wouldn’t stop her criticism. I had an imagery of Jesus and his mother: “Why do you trouble me woman?” The Biblical scene was at a wedding in which his mother wanted Jesus to turn water into wine, which was fast running/ran out. In a humorous book on this subject, the author suggested that the wine-keeper was drunk and verified that the “water” tasted like wine. I snickered to myself as I imagined that Jesus pissed into a barrel of water and turned that liquid into wine, with his left hand raised over the container in blessing, of course.
12/27/2011 19:28. After dinner, I had a thought. To further reduce the population, you’d have to make the economy so bad that people won’t want babies. Regardless of the laws enacted to promote “pro-life” agendas, the “black market” will take care of the “needy” who have no access to birth controls and other methods of abortions and such. The thought was prompted due to the fact that couples are engaged/living together/married for convenience to “live the American dream” of owning their own “house” and without children! So what’s the point of making children in this economy?
12/27/2011 19:23. While watching a news programming on the television during dinner, the segment was about “eugenics”. For around seventy years until 1970, certain people were sterilized for unfavorable traits, such as the fuglies and other medical/mental/physical deficiencies. These people are still waiting for their “repriation money”. Maw and I agreed that eugenics is ideal to cull the population of those who do nothing by make society weaker.
12/27/2011 14:48. The boy came over at around noon time during his job. He showed off his new shoes, which feels like slippers because it bends in the middle. Of course, after he helped us packed the “regular-sized” balikbayan box and a “junior-sized” box, Maws scolded him with gusto. This time, he had appeared to calm down and listen well because Maw told him she felt/sensed something was wrong. It had to do with the twit hurting the feelings of her in-laws. He was empowered to discuss the ongoing situation in are relaxed and easy-going way with the twit and in the hopes of reconciling her dam cultural mind-set with ours.
During the discussion of why they left the poor flowers and card at the “front door” on Maw’s birthday, he mentioned hearing a loud sound from inside the garage and thought that maybe the “spirits” didn’t want this couple to be together. This was after they noticed that the blinds were closed and no one answered the door bell. I mentioned that I would sense a presence behind me to the right (or perhaps that it was a precursor to a mini-stroke, I don’t know) after he sensed/not liking this/our house because it could have been built on burial grounds.
12/27/2011 13:34. The boy shared some YouTube video of a “shiro-neko” in which vegetables and fruits were placed in front of the cats’ paws. They had their eyes closed most of the time and they didn’t move much either.
12/27/2011 08:42. The MB E430’s dashboard read 41473 (odometer) and 444.4 (speedometer). We had come home from this morning’s mass. While trying to exit the lobby, I could hear the VERY ugly, dark-skinned usher, Carlos, coughing loudly. I mentioned aloud that if the loser wanted attention, he could jump off the cliff and we’d be looking down with smiles on our faces while he plunged to his death.
Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone:
12/16/2011 19:18pm. Maw told a story about how her younger brother, Mauricio, was taken by the Japanese. He was finished in the fields when they left to hide up in the mountains. Maw didn’t know him. Her mom lost a child. The family had to focus on the remaining children and struggled to stay alive during World War II.
12/16/2011 17:15pm. Recently and after scaring myself by watching YouTube videos of jinns, I would get goose flesh near the altar upstairs. There are two statues — Virgin Mary looking upward and the Santo Nino looking at me! (Earlier today — 12/18/2011 — Maw told me that Belinda, the next door neighbor, admitted to being scared of dolls. She may have inherited the insanity of her mother, the divorced nutter. But I am suspecting the doll collections may be possessed, just like the statue upstairs. Eeek!)
12/16/2011 12:45. A car’s dashboard showed 363.3 (speedometer) at 12:44pm.
Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone:
12/22/2011 20:48. I hurriedly wrote down all of Paw’s monthly payments in the hopes of setting up the account information online for paperless billing. This was after convincing Paw last night to try automatic monthly payment online instead of paying with checks!!! He wanted to “test run” just the phone company first before setting up the rest.
We made EIGHT phone calls to AT&T with two phone calls to the BOA constrictor*. Each time the customer service representative would hang up on us: 7:15pm, 7:11pm, 6:47pm, 6:25pm*, 6:23pm*, 6:07pm, 4:47pm, 4:40pm, 4:32pm and 3:56pm. We wanted to know why both AT&T and the BOA were in cahoots with each other by covering their ASSES.
A letter from AT&T was dated 12/17/2011 and it said that the check was returned, not insufficient but coded as “miscellaneous”. The bank said that it didn’t receive any “electronic presentation” by the phone company. So right there, these two BIG companies should down for messing with our account.
I wanted to call the phone company and point out why the letter dated 12/15/2011 showed “AMOUNT DUE: 0.00” when the first sentence mentioned a returned item. Right there, it was a sign to take over Paw’s financial affairs without him losing authorization to pay whatever and when he wants. All I do is help him online.
12/22/2011 14:51. We drove to Mountain View, CA to visit Maw’s friend, Julie S, who peeked through the window and answered the door after two attempts of trying to ring the doorbell to her apartment. Both Maw and Julie talked about health issues about diabetes and kidney problems. Maw sensed that Julie is hiding something because her co-workers would try to call her but she wouldn’t answer her phone or return the calls.
12/22/2011 13:52. We waiting for fifteen minutes in the dental office. There was no secretary to greet us at the front lobby at around 13:50. At 14:00, the silver-haired witch fetched Maw and wondered who she will take. I said there’s your victim, you sacrifice. The old hag flicked her tongue. And I talked rather loudly to Paw about how “X-mas” sounded like “hexed mass”. Later, I believe the Japanese dentist was giving her a difficult time. But she was being a professional and looked rather dismal with her head held down after we left her to attend to her window and her papers.
12/22/2011 13:01. I saw an old yellow egg yolk inside the corner of the nest box. The shells to two unhatched eggs have not been eaten by Yeyo the elderly parakeet. The one and only parakeet chick has some yellow feather quills just like her and Buddy, her son.
12/22/2011 09:06. I want to “combine” my posts on spooks, numerology into one post called “random thoughts”. That would be a daunting task to carry out. And besides the “tags/categories” help me to research my blogs faster. I wonder if Matt meister and pals could find a work around for this pending project.
12/22/2011 08:53. While attending this morning’s “Simbang Gabi” mass, I picked up a thought about prayers to heal the jails, prisons or any place of confinement as a method of punishment.
12/22/2011 08:32. After the communion, I was making my way into our pew from the side aisle and all the way toward the center aisle. Upon round the corner of our pew, an Asian guy (maybe Filipino) coughed to my right, or his far-right seat.
12/22/2011 07:11. After the pre-dawn mass, we sat down to eat the food offered in the parish hall. I had some bread (from Costco, no doubt) that was too dry. And so I proceeded to dip the small dinner-roll sized bread into my BLACK coffee, because they ran out of powered creamery! Paw made a joke that I was “washing the bread” (in my coffee).
12/22/2011 07:02. Maw joked to old Fred who sat in front of me. Maw was to my left and Paw was to my right. She told of how “pandisal” was sold in the small town where we stayed during our stay in the Philippines over ten years ago. The seller would holler: “Tina-pie! Tina-pie!” But I heard/made a word association of another Filipino work of: “Pin-a-tie! Pin-a-tie!” That meant to kill (a verb) and not bread (a noun).
12/22/2011 6:15. I thought about two Filipino kids. Lori, his family and the for of us were headed for their parked car after dinner at a restaurant where earlier a bunch if people sang loudly and displayed their flags.
To my left I heard trip small voices from two little children: “Ate! Ate! Would you like to but theses necklaces? They smell good. They are made out of “sampaguita” flowers.” All seven of us hurried quietly to the white mini-safari van. But the children’s voices continued outside th windows. I wondered why we couldn’t buy such lovely items as souvenirs. After all, these people are supposed to be rich. But it was dark and we had to get back to our lodging for the night. It was not safe to interact with poor people.