Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: relationships

  • Death Shirt

    So the boy comes over and showed off his new `gag` shirt. On the back and the top read: `I do…` in cursive handwriting. On the front, there were two skeletons of what appears to be dead birds.

    The `left bird` over his right chest area is the bride wearing a veal. The opposite is the groom. Both skeletons of the birds are sitting down, facing each other with their feet barely touching each other.

    This is s stupid shirt. The girl’s state of mind reflects her attitude towards marriage – dead like two birds but still together and not apart. I asked her right after the wedding, how she felt. She replied:

    `The same.`

    Right there is the answer of no value system. When Loida and Paul came over to our home long ago from Chicago, the newly wed looked all aglow and happy. Paul had told me about how he felt to be married:

    `It feels different.`

    His response felt one of honor and blessing. I could see the smile on his face was sincere. And Loida also responded that it’s worth to be married. I saw their photos in Facebook.com. They seemed truly happy.

    But that’s only a photo-op like all the other relatives posting their privacy online for everyone to see. Everyone knows each family has skeletons in the closet behind the scene. If you knew about my relatives and what I have been through as STAR WITNESS, they are all egoist nutballs.

    The former response felt normal, somewhat dead, like La Santa Muerte – all holy on the outside (as in their wedding) yet symbolizes a closet full of skeletons, like their incompatibility from culture, arts, current events and other Americanized influences.

    Mortality and marriage in the shirt means their marriage was doomed from the beginning. That is my interpretation of their relationships. Maw didn’t like it. The girl has got to go. The boy has got to take a hint. It wasn’t a funny shirt, really.

  • Beautiful Day

    Today and yesterday was cool! The skies are soft blue with some haziness in the horizon. Paw (mostly) removed young plums of green color. Both of us went on top of the patio where I used the leaf blower to remove the dried eucalyptus leaves. Maw hollered commands as usual. We could have harvested more `kumquat` but I ran out of interest and finished my shower before noontime.

  • Sharing Info

    I’ve been blogging for almost four years. I’ve been trolling on OPEN forum discussion boards for almost three years. Most of my replies are true experiences and LOTS of biased opinions. I find both activities help to kill time but the boredom of being a shut-in does not alleviate the true symptoms of my inability to get along with stubborn people, like myself.

    I learned something tonight. And as expressed during conversations with the old timers in recent days, both young and old are always right and find the other generation always wrong. Why?

    Old people are outmoded. They can’t learn new technology and only stick to their experiences. Young people are fool hardy. They can’t learn old wisdom and only stick to their passions. Both generation create their own exceptions of the other and when things don’t go their way, they retaliate.

    Take for instance the Gaza strip. I don’t know the entire story but have learned of people suffering, including starvation. I told the loud about my public opinions as an `anonymous board member`. She didn’t like that Israel was surrounded by Arabs and disapproved of my `taking a side` in the matter.

    She’s an old fool because I only told part of the story and already formed her opinions of my activities. She cannot know what I wrote exactly or what went on inside my mind when I entered those responses.

    That is what mainstream media is capable of doing. Tell only one side, pit the other side against the other and gauge how either side responds. It’s like magic especially when one opinion is more favorable than the other.

    So I kept flicking her off mentally, including her husband. It’s impossible to just say `Okay` because for her that is not being honest. But for certain people, keeping quiet is `okay` and non-combative or at least normal. For me, it’s keeping the peace, even if it’s a bunch of white lies – not that I’m double-faced. But you get the idea.

    She ranted on that the relatives were notorious for not resolving VERY old issues. And by not talking to one another, the problem still exists. She doesn’t get it: Either put up or shut up. She is the type who won’t SHUT-THE-F^CK-UP! Get it?

    She claims that dealing with family is different with relatives and strangers. I find that hard to believe when she keeps hugging the boy’s woman. Each time I see the hugging, I want to bite their heads off. Both sides know it would never be the same after what has been said before, during and after the wedding.

    So there you have it. No matter how much I rant on this WordPress.com weblog, I get nowhere. The problems are still within earshot! No matter how much I participate in an OPEN forum discussion board on conspiracy, my opinions do NOT matter.

    To TPTB: Please do not take my word for it. Those replies are mere expressions of Utopian beliefs and are only opinions of a frustrated `spectator` and nothing more. Only you know how to best deal with the problems, which, according to the loud mouth, is NONE of my damn business!

    I’ve said my peace via this weblog and other discussion board. But I’m not at peace because the loud mouth won’t stop. The noise won’t stop. The horrible stories, photos and videos won’t stop. The fools won’t stop their propaganda.

    When I stop ranting, there is peace.

  • Much Better

    Maw is feeling much better since last week or so. And this was after her hospitalization twice this April 2010 due to exacerbated asthma, diabetes and uncontrolled hypertension. Today, we managed to attend the usual morning mass at 8:00am, now that the weather is much warmer and more tolerable for Maw to endure than during colder months.

    There were two elderly couples talking to my bio-units. Two more conversed without their husband – one was divorced while the other one was busy as an usher. I helped Uncle Ben (you know, like the rice in a box meal) throw away some cardboard box in the GRAY-colored recycle trash of the side of the parish, not the WHITE one, which is for real `basura`.

  • Early Stages

    It appears the Paw has early signs of Alzheimer around his 71st birthday on May 3, 2009.

    Here is a list of his peculiarities, which are fast becoming more noticeable:

    • Repeats questions asked a moment ago.
    • Washes dishes repeatedly, turning away his head as if distracted.
    • Sudden verbal outbursts. A sure sign of neurological deterioration of his stubborn brain.
    • Intentional slowness and repeated [re-]checking of prior activities.
    • Lack of focus and concentration.
    • Failure to accept mistakes. Denies wrong-doings.

  • 20100613-Weathery Ways

    Today is beautiful! The skies are crispy, clear and blue!

    I took several photos of a lone dove, which wouldn’t leave because Maw said it belonged to a neighbor. This bird, a BIG blue jay and a small red-crested brown bird took their baths in our birdbath out back.

    The three of us just finished pruning out the VERY old pear tree. Paw removed dried leaves attached to dead branches. Each time he would double-dip the pruning sheers into a small plastic container of CLOROX. This method helps to prevent WOOD ROT, infection and such.

    Paw further removed some plums to help thin the tree of its burden. Yummy!

  • 20100610-Weathery Ways

    Today was nice, clear blue skies and lots of sunshine. One stupid chemtrails was overhead and then some more. But those didn’t stick for too long. I really don’t care. From 9:30am to 11:00am, I hauled our yardwork three times to the street for pick-up tomorrow. Then I helped the city by SWEEPING up the mess created by the old eucalyptus tree nearby.

    I saw a white pick-up truck stopped underneath another tree, next to the house in front of us. I glared at it with my arms folded across my chest. Then I flicked it off some more and scratched the area between my buttock as another farewell.

    Then the twosome came home from their dental appointment.

  • Open House

    On Memorial Day (Monday, May 31, 2010), the boy had another argument with the twit. Why? She wanted to buy an extra bed for the extra room they had upstairs. Why? So that her relatives can stay over and probably when Andy and Betty are getting married next month. That is what I picked up when he told us that time.

    Anyway, since December 2008, the boy’s family have not visited that house but only two to three times. The girls family have made it their house too. Can you see the fairness there? Apparently, the soft tyranny of most Chinese is to maintain their dynasty and let their `in-laws` fall away as mere memories.

    That’s what the boy chose. He can be one of them for all we care.

  • Nurse’s Aide

    Maw was an R.N. for 33 years. Now, I’m her aid. Tonight, I threw out her pee-pee because the gout on her right foot prevents her from traveling far from her bed to the bathroom. Instead of using the toilet, we used one of many plastic water pitchers (from the hospital).

    Anyway, all she had to do was stand up and pee inside the container. And I had the toilet paper ready for her. Cleaning up was easy because all I had to do was discard the liquid into the toilet bowl and rinse out the water pitcher!

    So although there are health REMEDIES to increase longevity, there is no beating old age! Once the DNA and/or environ triggers whatever makes a person feel all the aches and pains, not all the REMEDIES could prevent what awaits us all! Brouhaha!

  • Dust Be Gone Away

    Maw loves to dust, clean and organize. Paw is the same but not dust free. I’m dirty. The boy is sloven. But when it comes to other agendas, for example, in the recent news about the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico,

    `The deal itself is still under scrutiny [and] facing an ongoing investigation into “possible breaches of fiduciary duty and other violations of state law“`.

    For some, the filth is dealt with swiftly and upon recognition. For others, it is just another issue to be swept under under the carpet and to be forgotten.

    The blame on the lack of clean-up effort or stoppage of said oil leakage is not the government, BP or Halliburton and pals; but something else strange, something far more sinister and all for what – money? Who knows! I don’t!

    I didn’t intentionally post that response on an OPEN forum discussion board. By no means, they have nothing to do with what I know. All I know is what I know and nothing more. Read more articles, folks and educate yourself.

  • Need a Good Job

    Well, I sure could use a good job. But whatever will play out in the upcoming days, I’d like to keep my promises, too. I’ve sent my thoughts of anger and hate over the past ten slong years. But realized that it was hurting the same people who are teaching great lessons in life. I keep retracting my BAD thoughts and keep asking forgiveness and bless themselves with GOOD thoughts nonetheless.

    I guess my job is at home – taking care of some of the loved ones who are fast getting old and have no one to interact with them except each other and the television or radio.

    I’m hoping to be `surprised – LOL` from my prosperity piece. And indeed I did get a surprise! My temp job for only two friggin’ days is over. That means I’m home bound and free once again to sleep in late into the morning!

  • Got Let Go

    Hehe! Well, well, well: I arrived at 5:31pm and Paw told me to call back the head hunter, who left a message with him at 5:28pm. He was awaken by her call! So I just called her back and she told me that she left a message on my cellphone and that the client felt I wasn’t the best fit for the assignment. Brouhaha!

    So tomorrow at 7:30am, I’ll drop my badge up in Fremont, CA and hopefully get paid for two days. Wow! That’s the shortest temporary job assignment ever! At least I will save on gasoline, wear and tear of my car, and lots of headache from traffic.

    Plus, I get to spend more time with my family, whom I miss dearly. Maw has been suffering from gout over the weekend and now I could assist her in her daily needs. Paw is there to help too but is fast getting old and slow, I’m afraid. The parakeets need more flight time, too. So now I have eleven brains to take care of – minus one because Pimon is dying now.

    Earlier I saw the manager and the cross-trainer talking with two other big guys from 3:00pm to 3:15pm in one of the conference room. My hunch was right. It was about moi! Brouhaha! I guess it had something to do with sheer boredom of being UNDEREMPLOYED, my BAD credit report, or my help-desk ticket to the facilities department this morning about the slamming (fire) door. Mike said the pressure from the door (via the fire marshal) is already set to minimize the loud noise. Whatever!

    At least I’ve got two slices of pizza that Krista B. brought in. Michelle said that Krista is so nice that she got fat from eating too much because of her. I’ll miss the sylphs near the area, the nice East Bay breeze from the sea, the white cranes circling overhead and geese honking above, too.