Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: relationships

  • 20101124-Feeling Woozy

    For the past few days, I’ve been feeling woozy while standing, sitting and walking. My blood pressure seems normal, depending on the BP monitor. But I know my triglyceride and cholesterol levels are high due to DNA, of course. I’m eating and not binging recently.

    Monday, my left knee joint was not sliding correctly. There was no pain and kicking the offending booger back into place did no good. I think I had pulled everything in my body after lifting heavy buckets of rain water for the suffering trees over last weekend.

    From the passenger side window of my car, I saw the same, two little trees en route to this morning’s mass. They were watered well by the rain. In the back of my mind I wondered if “good-hearted” neighbors would have thought of watering the younglings. The smaller one seemed to need a little more during this summer’s heatwave. But now it’s okay.

    Anyway, last night, I saw a disturbing YouTube.com video via my favorite author’s weblog site. It showed three prison guards beating cooperative inmates with batons. One could see the pain inflicted upon the hapless men, who may have been unjustly imprisoned by a corrupt Russian government. To Putin, Medvedev and pals, please fix your abusive system. I didn’t like what I saw.

    A few minutes ago, I viewed a purple-colored site of sisters and the big results of opening up portals of manifestion. At friggin’ 2:00am, I retired to bed because I was very upset from that offending events yesterday, tripled from Maw crying earlier that night via the boy’s lunchtime criticism about my homelessness.

    I placed DC’s zapper on my chest and felt energy waves thereon. I was so pissed at the results from Tuesday that I had to boost the whole energy grid – up and down and all around: The planet needed cleansing big time after watching that Illumined video, too.

    As a result, the weather today is crispy, clear blue skies. Seriously, folks. Those in the Bay Area look up and tell me what you see! One chemtrail tried to be laid but there was nothing, only the brightly shining sun overhead! I didn’t stop until I drifted off to sleep.

  • Poltergeist Visiting

    “Get out! Move out of the house!”

    ~Possessed boy’s criticism about moi still living with the twosome during lunch today…

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    Well, the boy is insane. He came over to the house UNINVITED for lunch and then storms out, leaving the elders. He made Maw cry again tonight. Like my first paternal cousin Shill’s alcoholic Paw, their stupid bloodline are verbal assaults mixed in jealousy.

    To the girl married to the insane boy, get a divorce. You are insane to put up with him. You fought in front of us before you got married and you two are still fighting. Get a divorce and save your souls! Stop denying the truth and stop blaming us for your stupidity. God have mercy on your heartlessness!

    Anyway, the boy is not proud of his old family. Bottom-line: He expects us to act rich so he could brag about our wealth on Facebook. He is trying to compete with the other insane losers who have no life but to show off on the computer. These people do NOT realize some people prefer PRIVACY and SECURITY than public humiliation.

    Take for example, Ampy. She is a home wrecker. She went through a terrible divorce, which makes any family member go insane. Get it now, folks? Good. Further, she brags online. Also, she uses the name of the Lord in vain – thanking and glorifying him for blessings via Facebook. She needs to be locked up in a nice padded room with the rest of these nutballs who think that the social networking site will save face – VERY ugly faces that don’t tell the truth or continue to share nonsense, like sickness and events. I don’t like her attitude.

    Maybe I should request the Feds to lock up everyone who puts out uneventful, useless data online via Facebook. Frankly, the boy cannot compete with these people. He expects his Maw to call a known pathological liar – Babble – because her son became a certified professional. If only the boy graduated with some credentials himself and stop minding my business about being homeless, then maybe he could brag to his outgoing, fun, adventurous, intelligent, friends about his professional accomplishments instead of his personal vices, such as bicycling, kayaking, drinking, etc.

    “Did you hear a gunshot?”

    ~Maw looking up at me from her wooden rocking chair after a light dream at around 11:35pm tonight…

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    I had to pat Maw on the head with my left hand while Paw and I finished the last of three chaplets on the Rosary. After we finished, I thought to myself (after hearing clearly what she had said earlier), that maybe the boy shot himself and his wife. Maybe then these two ungrateful people will give thanks in heaven and find their piece of mind up there instead of down here where us simple, humble folks live in contentment without fear or regret or owing anyone, expect our gratitude to the Lord.

    Amen.

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    After thought: Perhaps the spirits are telling me to get busy, find a mate, make more babies and start a new life. Hmmm.

  • Dry Patches

    Well, I’ve sustained a dry patch located on my back and over the right kidney area. Maw has applied a cream on that area And on top of my left foot near the base of the ankle is also a dry patch, I call these my “stigmatas”. Hahaha!

    Remember my past blogs about waking up around the hours of 3:00am to 4:00am and seeing the bright light shining on the right pane of my bedroom window? I figured the pain in my front and back areas of my right has been taken away by those “aliens”.

  • Nice Balmy Day

    Mike: “Magandang!”
    Moi: “Gabi!”
    Mike: “Pa-all-ahm.”
    Moi: “Pa-all-ahm.”

    ~Late last night en route to back door…

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    Fine: He’s still smiling and friendly after all! With today’s $6.95 for a Tue. lunch of Lasagna and garlic bread and some salad today at Deli of San Jose (I think), I owe the guy (AGAIN). I was about to go for a brisk walk under the threatening rain clouds but the guy intercepted moi just when I was about to get my shoes.

    Like a spoiled brat, I was giggling inside but full of apprehenson because he’s driving and I’m not: I’m a control freak and so used to being behind the wheel. The talk was cordial and still borderline bartalk. Hey! We resonant! I’m the bad influence, remember? Bahahah!

    Anyway, the sunshine is coming out – barely through some clouds. I could see some blue skies but not much.

  • 20101122-Weathery Ways

    At around 12:44pm, the rains fell. This occurred just as soons as I finished chewing the left over pea spourt and shrimp in mayonnaise from Saturday evening, a dinner at Kim Tar with the twosome, one of whom still felt sick from the powerful pain killer prescribed by her primary care physician last Thursday afternoon.

    I could hear the soft hissing of the droplets against the roof overhead here at work. As I stepped to the TALL windows and looked out, I see some clouds of white – fluffy and puffy in the distance; while the ones overhead are light white and not gray or omnious.

    Well, there goes my daily walk. I think I’ll walk around the inside of this building and see if anyone recognizes me, which is rare but true. It’s the only way I could keep sane as the workload SLOWS down to nothing. I think I’ll visit Hoan in the lunchroom later – maybe not because it’s already 30 minutes.

  • Check Training

    As part of my ongoing training at the home front, Paw told Maw that he was going to show me how to write checks to pay his bills! Paw is very detailed when it comes to doing the household’s finances. But because the twosome are getting older, I will end up being responsible for taking over, if and when they pass on – leaving me all alone!

    Anyway, Paw hand-printed a sample on how to fill out his check, which he would sign. I mimicked his cursive hand writing as closely as possible. His handwriting is very pretty and clear, just like Pete. One would think both men have the spirits of women with beautiful handwriting.

    So I wrote out check number 6450, which has a buff-yellow color of Napa Valley as a background design. At 3:22pm, Paw signed that large check as a birthday gift to moi. I thanked Paw with the Filipino respect of “Pah-ah-lahm” to the forehead. The next one was check number 6451, which was for the city’s garage service.

    I really would prefer transacting online. Technology has come a long way to provide citizens the ease, convenience and auditing necessary to avoid FRAUD.

    So there you have it: utility bills. Next will be the health care aspect of ordering medications and following-up and being my own nurse to the twosome should they fall prey to the signs of old age.

    I’ve nowhere to go, Pete and you know it. They are my life’s blood. If you and your thugs hurt them further, I’ll hurt you in return.

    Oops! I meant to add: Thank you, Paw! Bless you again!

  • 20101121-Dream Journal

    I awoke to remember a dream. I saw that my desktop succor punch by Steevo had broken off completely at its base! The quartz crystal itself appeared to have been “burnt” from the inside or smoky brown in coloration. I recall trying to point the broken piece at Robert, whom I kept telling to take care of Donna in the past few days. Robert was sitting in the back seat while I was driving. He kept talking about stuff, which I do not recall.

    The next dream involved lots of people. We were inside a house. I felt they were mostly Filipinos. One room had carpeting over what appeared to be rocks. And the rocks were split in the “left side” of this slope, which I could see rises up to the roof. I had in my mind’s eye that they were over a fault line, which was created by an earthquake earlier. That room appeared to be a “make-shift” auditorium or something.

  • 20101121-Weathery Ways

    For the past hour since 11:35am, I’ve been upstairs redoing my blog (AGAIN). The sunshine is now shining brightly after playing hide and seek among the big, fluffy, puffy clouds of white rolling slowly southbound.

    Earlier this mid-morning, the rain came. With last week’s four-day effort from Monday through Thursday of the twosome in trimming dead branches and sustaining scratches on forearms by Paw, the rain water can easily water the dried trees. I helped to water the backyard trees with the buckets of rain water from the gutter. I got wet but not freezing cold.

    Paw even made me take a few photos of him watering the trees with the gathered buckets of water. I took Maw’s photo of her chopping up chicken gizzards and hearts for her turkey stuffing of no-flavor, bread crumbs. The less salt in her diet, the better control of her high blood pressure and hypertension.

    At the same time – the whole of this morning – I helped Maw prepare lunch of rice porridge with protein ingredients, steaming green beans, broccoli and carrots, and mostly washing and drying the dishes. I had to keep busy as this is a form of exercise and standing, too, helps keep the  blood circulated in the lower extremities.

    I love rain. I love staying indoors. I love being private and alone.

  • 20101120-Weathery Ways

    Well at around 2:11pm, I awoke from my nap and to my right, lo and behold, I see sunshine coming out to say: “I LOVE YOU, TOO”. Why? It has been cold, clammy and rainy since yesterday. The clouds were gray. But now its fluffy, puffy clouds of white! I say: “I WANT YOU, SUN”. Alas, that’s as close we could get to each other. Maybe one day we could each wiggle our toes in the ocean. Wouldn’t that be cool? You bet!

    Addendum: At 2:20PM, the  fluffy, puffy mess of gray covered Mr. Sunshine. So the skies are truly crispy , clear and blue. It’s just “nature” decided that a quick “hello” was all it took to give me a ray of hope.

  • 20101119-More Spooks

    So around 12:30pm or so, I told a “pal” how I disclosed my current situation to the twosome last weekend. They are in their seventies and I didn’t want to upset them but Maw especially cried: She wanted my younger brother and me to have been more “sharing”.

    I then described how they worked hard, didn’t go on vacations and are retired comfortably from their fixed income. It wasn’t fair to them to pay someone else’s debt. My sentiments was that they were looked down for appearing “poor” when in fact they could look “rich” but behave humbly, which is more honorable than a form of addiction of gambling (or, rather, in a guise as investing like moi.)

    I went further to describe my thoughts, how we are not greedy people or if “it” ever happened and how I would prefer to pay my karmic debt out of my blood, sweat and tears with this temp job from hell. Honestly, I fail to see how something so far away is supposed to effect my happiness here and right now I’m still fuming pissed because of this credit card debt  assumed despite his honest sharing of information.

  • Temple Dedication

    Last week, I’ve learned of a renovation being done by many “interested parties” for the:

    Laie Hawaii Temple

    Laie Hawaii Temple is a temple of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (LDS Church) located on the northeast shore of the Hawaiian island of Oʻahu.

    Laie Hawaii Temple
    Laie Hawaii Temple

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    Service is tomorrow, Saturday, November 20, 2010 at 2:00PM and 6:00PM. The dedication ceremonies will be held on Sunday, November 21, 2010 at 9:00AM, 12:00PM (noontime) and 2:00PM. After the dedication ceremonies, the temple will be closed to the public until after the next 30 or 40 years.

    The parking lot has been full of people. I would have loved to have visited this once in a lifetime opportunity and at the same time visit someone I’ve missed for so many years. But I figured only “specially treated” people are ever allowed inside this architectural wonder.

  • No Cell Tower

    In recent news:

    AT&T withdraws controversial cell tower proposal at Palo Alto swim club
    By Jesse Dungan
    Daily News Staff Writer
    Posted: 11/19/2010 03:00:00 AM PST
    Updated: 11/19/2010 09:08:42 AM PST

    A protest against a proposal to build a cell phone tower at a Palo Alto swim and tennis club morphed into a celebration Thursday night as word spread through the crowd that the controversial application had been withdrawn.

    The proposal called for a 75-foot tower disguised as a redwood tree, but Palo Alto has a 65-foot height limit.

    Jaret said he was pleased by the news and believed the community’s opposition played a big part in the proposal’s withdrawal.

    Opponents argued it would be an eyesore, could potentially adversely affect the health of students and would lower property values.

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    See? It’s up to the people to make these nefarious activities go away!