Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: relationships

  • 20110101-Daily Post

    Topic 2: Name someone who deserves more credit than they get. And for bonus points, how to change things so they get more.

    The boy should be given a certificate of appreciation. For whatever reason, he continues to demand validation for every idea, word, thought or deed that he feels no one seems to acknowledge. This is karma folks: For he refuses to “lift a finger” outside of work for anyone other than for himself and his vices.

    Maw and Paw both truly deserve to be recognized for their humble ways. Had they not FOREGONE the material goods and services for most of their lives, they would not have been able to secure their lives well into their retirement years (without the help of others, such as my ungrateful paternal relatives and without the extra loans or unnecessary credits from banks) and to help others in need, like the boy, the poor relatives, the truly hard-working folks and homeless moi.

    Maw and Paw respectfully requested to receive no more credit and things don’t need to be changed to earn extra credit they feel they don’t deserve. We should learn from these wise elders and their common sense approach in life.

  • Enforcing Might

    The United States military is not where it is today. During late breakfast today at around 10:00am, Paw had share some wise thoughts regarding being a military personnel:

    • Obey first before complaining or face courtmartial.
    • Reprimand in private.
    • Praise in public.

    “Combatants are in a life and death situation. They rely on their leaders.”

    ~Paw.

    With regards to police brutality, sure, there are nutballs on the force that don’t know how to control their trigger fingers. Not all of the American citizens are Mother Theresa and some are ready to kill once arrested. The lives of these enforcers (police and military) are at stake.

    That’s why the United States government is where is it is today. Unlike other countries that chop off heads and whip the backs of its citizens, these “American” enforcers do not abuse or torture the “innocent” parties until proven guilty. And the court system provides attorneys to those who cannot afford one, too.

    The nutballs do abuse authority (much like children with anger management problems towards others, like their parents, guardians or caretakers). The teacher suffers for the students’ misdeeds and misunderstandings. Those “elected” into office are supposed to legislate corrective laws, rules and regulations so that others can have peace.

    To the “provocateurs, shills and disinformation agents”: You will NOT destroy what is supposed to benefit all of mankind, animals, plants, minerals and other kingdoms. Although some trigger-finger happy drones are heartless, needless to say, some changes are still in the working and are necessary. Sheesh.

  • Crewest Cut

    Do you remember Demi Moore’s pixie hair cut for the movie “Ghost”? Well, Maw had cut mine to look almost exactly like the actress. Only the sides are longer to cover the congenital deformity to the tops of my ears.

    I like it! It feels as if I belong in the military, just like Paw, who served as a Navy with the U.S. government and just like my late maternal GrandPaw Juan, whom I’ve never met or remember except as stories told by Maw. The late veteran served in the Army, by the way.

    After taking a shower a few minutes ago and loading up another load of laundry, I can’t believe I feel lighter. All those hair on the floor looked like left over fur from a black bear, who gave up their lives to line the heads of Russian citizens and celebrities alike as hats, all furry and almost alive.

    Blow drying the hair is much easier and faster and there is no real hair style to worry about, except wash and go!

  • 20101230-Noticing Numbers

    So the three of us attending this morning’s mass, ate breakfast with parishioners at Denny’s restaurant, shopped at the DeCA commissary store in Moffett Field, CA, ate lunch at Goldilocks, bought more cooking ingredients at 99 Ranch Market and basically enjoyed the rest of the day.

    The receipt for the 99 Ranch Market came to the total of $7.77 with a change of $12.23! The time stamp on the receipt read 2:55pm!

    —

    Tonight, I lurked online via a weblog, copy and pasted a weblink and found an article number 9677. Here are a couple of quotes from that article:

    “[…] very unpopular with the government […]”

    “[…] “mind my own business” […]”

    —

    Well, I happen to be the opposite — popular and “what to know” but it’s my “family business”. Bahahaha! Whatever! Carry on, fools!

    —

    With that said, I noticed more double- or triple-digit numbers:

    • 144 – FEMA Warehouse and
    • N – 255 Warehouse Supply.

    —

    Other appearances are:

    • PRO-SJ33 on the switch near a sink at the mini-lunch room at my “temp job from hell”.
    • 133 as the last three digit numbers of a five-digit CA license plate. Probably government on HWY 101.

  • 20101230-Weathery Ways

    Today is beautiful! The skies are crispy, clear and blue. The sunshine is bright and the air is mild! Although I’ve not received the usual email confirmation yet; I know that a long-distant “friend”  (and his boys) are happy because of because of the surprisingly blessed weather since 11:00am yesterday.

    After the 8:00am mass this morning, Emmer invited nine parishioners to Denny’s restaurant for breakfast – a birthday celebration for his wife. Poi, Raquel, Fred, and two others attended. I had ordered my first Cranberry, Orange-flavored pancake (2) and three more items: two strips of turkey bacon, one chicken patty and two sunny-side eggs for $5.99.

    We finished eating in less than thirty minutes and then left the building at around 10:40am. Hugs and kisses were exchanged and the three of us went home to change clothes, to poop, to drink our medicines, to clean out the parakeets’ tray and feed them. We plan on buying stacks of rice, oranges and spaghetti noodles as symbolic foods to greet the new years.

    You see: Rice means more food. Noodles (with its long strands) means long life. Spherical (or circular) objects, such as oranges, mean prosperity, much like coins (or money).

  • Christmas Deposit

    After reading another blog entry about unemployment reality and after making another last minute, ditch effort to help “my family” at around 10:49am, I rushed to make my deposit. It was a Christmas gift from my parents to me.

    From the threatening gray clouds, the rain poured suddenly en route to make my deposit! I had my windshield wiper on full swing! And suddenly as it began, the rain ceased en route back home! That was only in ten minutes of parking, transacting and leaving. Currently, I see fluffy, puffy clouds of white and the sun shining against light blue skies while entering this blog entry. It’s 12:30pm now.

    And since I lost one week of work due to a company shut down for seven business days, I will have all but regained my sense of pride, confidence and humor by sharing this “donation” – the last of my patience. I await an email confirmation, by the way, as normal business practice.

    Do you know how expensive gifts are nowadays especially when people are out of work???

    “There is no way to stop giving money. You will end up feeding them forever.”

    ~Maw and Paw about reality with our poor maternal relatives…

  • 20101229-Weathery Ways

    Today is freezing and beautiful! The sunshine is out and the air if frigid! The parakeets are in high spirits. And Paw is becoming more of a jerk ever since I suggested that he stop two of his statin drugs. Maw is still nag. So if heaven wants them both, I’ll laugh. But that’s enough of ranting for now. Some horizontal clouds of not quite puffs are here. There are sylphs too. The skies are light blue and not quite crispy. I knew that a low-flying “crop duster” flew directly overhead LOUDLY during the mid-day when it was raining. So maybe the extra CHEMICAL seeding allowed for extra rain fall for the plant life below.

  • Sugar Low

    At around 10:00pm, Maw helped take my blood glucose level. I hate the painful poke to my finger with that lancet inside the lancing device. I told her repeatedly to set the level to number 3, but the blood to my right index finger was but a mere pin-sized prick. Then the number 4 did a better job of letting out a nice drop of red-colored blood. I placed that drop of blood into the test strip and the blood glucose meter read 89!

    Thank you God for letting me see how eating too much carbohydrate, starch and sugar can raise one’s blood sugar level. Those with readings over 120 could be a potential sign of diabetes, especially two nights ago after loading my system with lots of chocolate and Maw’s macaroni salad. My urine smelled of that sweetened cream, meaning that it was too strong for my system to get rid of prior to taking my blood sugar level two nights ago.

    I told Maw that perhaps that’s how I would die – in my sleep. But she said people die when their blood glucose level reaches a high number, such as 500 points.

    As my New Year’s Resolution and to avoid my pre-disposition to inherit diabetes, I will control the intake of food that contribute to too much unburned energy. And I will do low-impact exercises after each meal whenever possible for at least 10 to 15 minutes.

  • 20101228-More Spooks

    Argh! So while pooping downstairs a few minutes ago at around 10:22pm, I reviewed my one and only voice mail message (12:22pm) from a long distance “friend”.

    In his usual professional mannerism, I’ve heard more spew than necessary. I’ve seen enough. I’ve heard enough. I’ve been through enough. And frankly, I’m tired of being manipulated by TPTB.

    But since, I played it by mostly “ear” all I could do is wish him and his family a Happy New Years, too.

    The feeling of being that far away as a “contactee” is not “over 300 involved” or “500 Miles Away From Home” (by Bobby Bare) or 8.6 light-years to be “Sirius” in this grand scheme of things but nothing.

    Fine. Blah!

  • Sugar Low

    After two hours of eating dinner tonight, I asked Maw to test my blood sugar level again. It read as 88! So for whatever reason, the chocolates didn’t hit my system that hard. After doing a VERY low-impact exercise for the legs for one hour from 7:00pm to 8:00pm, I guess the food I ate burned off fast.

    The bodily sensation is one of solid heaviness and an overall feeling of a low buzz. A few days ago, while putting my shoes on for my mid-afternoon walk last Friday, I felt very well connected to the earth, as if I could feel my feet, nay, my shoes via the blue-colored gel cushions to my heels, planted firmly on the ground. That’s how I felt during this low-blood sugar episode. I was not sleepy.

    My unusual sleepiness during the day could have meant high blood sugar. And in four hours I would wake up from my glucose attack. So there you have it folks. That’s how I’ll pass on – in my sleep. That’s how my long distant relatives passed on – due to lack of medical intervention, to being poor in a poor country and to go naturally the way “God” intended.

  • Sugar High

    Last evening, I asked Maw to take my blood sugar level at around 9:30pm. It read 151! That was only one hour after eating lots of sugar – a good handful of See’s candies and a bowl of macaroni salad with cream.

    So tonight, I’ve still eaten dinner of one cup of chicken noodle soup, followed by dessert of one cube of purple yam, one white puto, one ghirardelli Dark Mint chocolate with cream and one See’s chocolate candy. Hey! Old habits are hard to break!

    Then I exercised for one hour from 7:00pm to 8:00pm.

  • 20101226-Weathery Ways

    Last night I “prayed” for nice weather by visualization through, with and in one of DB’s blue hand-sized orgone gift, which I had placed over my “clogged” heart area on the upper but towards the inside left chest. I sent my boosted love juices to the other objects as well. Now the sunshine is very bright and quite warm!

    A couple of hours ago I gave the parakeets their shower with the garden hose. The air was slightly chilled and the winds have been willed to quiet down a bit so they won’t freeze. Their cages were washed to remove dirt and grime. Binky and Yeyo smelled like poop and oily chicken and I had to give them their individual hose down. They all smell better now and are ready to greet the New Years. Their bird cage covers will be washed too.

    Thank you and God bless you for another beautiful day! One chemtrail failed to stick in my clear blue skies. Don’t you dare ruin my day, fools! Peace.