Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: relationships

  • Parishioners Greetings

    This morning we attended the 7:00am mass. I was so anxious to get to mass that I hurried Paw, who knew as well as Maw, that most of the parishioners attended midnight mass and that this morning’s early morning service wouldn’t have lots of people. They were correct as usual.

    So we took our pews near the front, right side aisle.

    And there were surprise greetings from our parishioners. Prior to mass we had two: Seniora Josey came from behind to greet us. She shook our hands. You see her “medications” doesn’t always work and she sometimes has her episodes etched in her face from displeasure and her speech of criticisms. Carlos seemed hesitant as he wiped down the front of his mouth with his right hand (a usual Asian gesture of uncertainty) and walked from the choir section to our front right, down the aisle and towards us. He shook our hands and said little.

    After mass, Bert and “Fay” came over to greet us. “Fey” was especially thankful to my bio-units for being quite generous with their present to the two elderly couple. You see the couple “served the Lord” during the nine days of “Simbang Gabi” this year and Maw noticed their efforts and, well, hugs, kisses and profuse gratitude was given. After the boy tried to introduce her to the elderly lady, the girl seemed unresponsive and didn’t bother saying “Please to meet you” or anything. WTF is up with her?

  • Holiday Health

    Well at around 2:37am, Maw was able to get back to sleep after another painful right thigh muscle spasm. It usually happens after she uses the muscles too much (from overworking and excitement) and when she bends her right knee during the night. For whatever reason, I awoke to hear some moaning sounds coming from Maw’s bedroom and had to ask aloud what does she want. Only after I barely heard something about spasm did I jump out of bed and rushed to her aide. I had to stretch the right leg by bending the foot backward while she was lying down in obvious pain and distress. But she had to urinate while standing up and we had a nice plastic container and napkin for her convenience.  Then she took a pill to help her relax while she drank more water and sat down. She started crying about not being able to handle stress and parties. She really worried about me when I get old and who will HELP ME later on in life. Through her tears she thanked me for being there during one her emotional episode.

    Yesterday, I felt like my left chest hurt, somewhere over the meaty party and towards the upper left area. But that could be from not wearing a bra to support what little breast I been blessed to NOT have to proudly display. Or that perhaps, I’m so clogged I do not realize how my arteries have being affected from DNA and/or eating too much good food, like tamales! Taking niacin tablets just loosens my ligaments and thereby I can’t sleep: My back was painful during one early morning because I slept wrong on one side and that threw off my upper spine. All I could do the whole day during work was stretch as much as possible and get some fresh air by walking around the block. I believe that occurred last Wednesday.

  • Hand Cut Name Tags

    Here are some Flickr.com photos of the boy’s hand-created, name tags:

    Red Heart for LINDSEY
    Sundisk Red Heart

    Red Heart - LINDSEY
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    Three Animal Friends for SIS
    Sundisk Three Friends

    Three Friends - SIS
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    Santa Claus for MOM
    Sundisk Santa Claus

    Santa Claus - MOM
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    Red Dot for DAD
    Sundisk Red Dot

    Red Dot - DAD

  • Presents Present

    Today, we had breakfast of scrambled eggs, chicken rice porridge, Hawaiian toast with tuna inside, mini-pandisal and the boy’s fresh-ground coffee of Guatemala Antigua from Starbucks. Then we opened presents and took pictures.

    From girl:

    • Paw got a blue sweater with diamond-shapes.
    • Maw got a yarn wrap or throw blanket while she sleeps on the chair.
    • Flynn got a white pajama with maroon-colored reindeer on it.
    • The boy got two vest sweaters with diamond-shapes in front.

    From boy:

    • Paw got a blue sweater with snowflakes.
    • Maw got a Life Planet CD to watch.
    • Flynn got a Josh Groban Illuminations CD, a Webkinz, Mazin’ Hamsters, and a card.
    • The girl got a pink sweater, which she didn’t like.

    From moi:

    • Paw, Maw and the girl each got a blue pajamas.
    • The boy got a large-sized, gray sweater with diamond shapes of green and yellow in front.

    From Paw and Maw:

    • The three of us got HSUS card with money inside.

    Then the girl’s family came over for lunch from 12:00am to 3:00pm. Lots of pictures were taken and Maw passed out Paw’s red envelopes to each of them.

  • 20101225-Weathery Ways

    Today was raining hard! It didn’t stop until mid-afternoon after the boy’s “in-laws” left at around 3:00pm/ Last time it rained hard like this was when “relatives” visited. The winds knocked the down the potted plants and Uncle Dead had to help put those on ground level. The “possessed” Lola Luz was present at that time.

    This time the “relatives” of the girl came over – her mother, three of her sisters and one brother, his wife and two boys. Maw thought the younger looked more like a girl because of the smooth hair cut. The older boy had a “flame hair” or tuft of hair forming a ridge from front to back.

  • Early Morning Mass – Day Nine

    Other than the unusual aerial activities of chemtrails this morning, the three of us attended the last of nine days of Simbang Gabi. Three “Fil-Am Vets” accompanied our choir with their rondallas.  The initial tuning of their rondallas was made possible with the keyboard, an AI of precise audio technology. This morning’s priest appeared gay too but VERY haughty in his mass from singing louder than the choir through the mic to speaking English in a thick but fake Western accent. He was an annoying spook.

    The reception went well as we ate the food of adobo rice, chocolate rice pudding, oranges, and scrambled eggs with sliced hot dogs and drank either hot coffee and/or tea. We helped place the folding chairs in rows for another event later on. I, unfortunately, was wearing high heels but managed to control the pain more recently during this summer.

    We met one of the choir member, Carl, who is from “Cebu”. He has a son who performs well on guitar and accompanies the choir. The son looks like an “alien” with his wrap-around eyes. He is darker than his father who is quite handsome and lighter-skinned. I don’t get it with Pinoys – they either look like moi, a Chinoy, of all sorts, or monkeys.

  • Goodies Galore

    I’ve receive more goodies yesterday at work:

    • JenJen – a stick of Raspberry-flavored, effervescent Vitamin C supplement.
    • Theresa – an Orange-flavored chocolate bar.
    • Patrick – a circular, tin container of butter cookies from CVS (2/$3.00).

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    As a result, I’ve only my boosts of blessings for them. If only “God” hears their prayers.

  • 20121223-More Spooks

    Hoan is a troll via his emails. I have refused to answer his stupid questions via email. He even asked if I’m on unemployment. WTF is wrong with these G^^ks? They are known opportunists. To the “white folks”: Take a hint. They won’t shut up! To the legal and IT dept, archive our emails to prove his creepiness! Freaks!

    To the damn South Asian Indian, John, you’re stupid cubicle neighbor is annoying. You are a troll and annoying too but good looking. And quit laughing so loudly like Satan Claws, who is evil. However, your presence to “alleviate” any work-related tension is quite good, especially with that new guy who wouldn’t shut “TF” up around Tess.

    To the company of these trolls, keep an eye on them – all of them, even the f^gg@ts:- They are VERY annoying and demonically possessed. These fruit-wads won’t go away quietly either. They think no one respects them. They don’t respect us, period.

    Oh, and Theresa had veins popping out of her left eye-lid when she closed them briefly and probably out of tiredness. The same skin condition of Hoan is creepy too – veins coming out everywhere. And this Asian guy located “northbound” of my desk wouldn’t stop his tick movements and hurried pace, as if he is on a caffeine high from too much tea!

    I won’t stop noticing these “differences” until I’m out of here! Sheesh!

  • 20101222-Visitors Visiting

    So after the first elderly Filipino couple – “Don” and Edna – left, another elderly Filipino couple – Ben and “Minh” came by to wish Maw and Paw a MERRY CHRISTMAS. It so happens the usher will retire at the end of the year. That would explain why we saw him serve a few days ago on Sunday.

    Then the boy came for dinner and offered to take Paw to see the U.S.S. Constitution in Massachusetts. You see Paw is a homeboy and I could see the displeasure of a down turned, pout face on the old man. It’s our anxiety (or slight acrophobia) to be outdoors and/or to be around too many people. The sensation is a feeling of enclosure or being suffocated that we would get dizzy.

    Maw got really sleepy and the boy had to leave without saying goodbye to her.

  • Boxes of Chocolate

    Wow! For three days in a row, I am a recipient of chocolates!

    • Today, Hoan of Ghirardelli Dark & Mint in plastic.
    • Yesterday, Sadaf of Godiva in gold box.
    • Two days ago, John and Cheryl of mystery gold box (of chocolate, no doubt).

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    All three make chocolate sounds when I shake the contents. Now, how do I reciprocate but boost them with my blessings of goodwill? I hope “God” hears their prayers.

    You know what? In spite of my rants, I may the one with the problem and the chocolates are reminders to “cheer up”. Okay, I’ll behave for now.

  • Early Morning Mass – Day Eight

    Maw had flipped on my bedroom lights, which without it would not have given me enough motivation to get out of bed. I felt slightly groggy from having to wake up early after retiring to bed late last night. The mass went well and the reception was pancit noodles, fruits of orange melon and red seedless grapes and hot rice porridge of vegetables and chicken with hot drinks of either coffee or tea.

    The “Fil-Am Vets” played on their rondalla and one of the vets came around to show non-sellable CD: “A Tribute”. If they had other versions, we would have bought more but they only had one.

    Fred and his grandson sat with us yesterday and today. Since this old fart is from a province (Pangasinan), which is where Carlos came from, both can compete with each other. They both have attitudes, by the way.

  • 20101222-More Spooks

    The whole day I had rubbed my face with my middle finger, mostly the left to be discreet. I even said: “Shut up!” to a stupid Asian guy, who coughed in my airspace as he walked by from the back door. He looked out of the corner of his right eye, grinning as usual. Do you think I appreciate NOISE POLLUTION from your stupid customs? Dammit! I’m not Asian! I’m American! Stupid!

    I even broke more “rules” by doing someone’s stupid job even after I told her I wouldn’t touch it yesterday. It’s because she is too damn slow for my expectations and will most definitely end up like me – unemployed because management is just waiting for any slip-up to let us go. I’m fed up with being stuck with MORONS, like myself of course! It’s hard lesson but I’ll take a letter grade of “F” as in “F^CK Y’ALL” anytime, alight?!

    The point here folks is that this company is crawling with spooks! How do I know? For example, this tall white guy with very straight and tidy hair of dark color was walking around my area near the printer. I know my area like a hawk and this spook was just asking for trouble. He walked around twice, nay, thrice – once to pretend looking over my cubicle and behind me to where the new guy was sitting, “northbound” near the decorated areas, then “eastbound” where upon I saw his quick gaze looking INTO MY DAMN DIRECTION, and then giving me a cue with a FEIGN flick of his right middle finger as if trying to scratch his right ear and all the while FAKING a look “eastbound” when I’m damn well “southbound” from his direction! He disappeared when I removed my gaze.

    Listen folks: Do me a favor and extract me from this pigeon hole of a “temp job from hell” and find me a higher paying job that doesn’t rot my brain into a mindless mush of rules, regulations, laws and stupid standards meant from “robots from hell”! Do I make myself clear? Or must I make my list and check it twice and find out who is naughty or nice. My bad! Perhaps, he was just lost, like a lost soul wandering around aimlessly in HELL, which is this place, only without the fire and brimstone and sulfur burning in the air! Do you get it! Stupid, puppies!