Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: relationships

  • 20111121-Random Thoughts

    Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone:

    11/21/2011 23:13pm: At 23:11pm, I saw an ant crawling on the wireless phone on my computer desk and I told out it to go home because it can follow its trail just like extraterrestrials follow chemtrails.

    11/21/2011 21:36pm. Earlier that day, we were lined up for food at Goldilocks. A 72-year old Filipino woman told us that Maw and I look like each other. That’s nice and scary, too. Not only do I sound like Maw (as per the misguided cousin, Shillster), I am turning into Maw!

    11/21/2011 21:33pm: En route home bound from a free concert “Grateful” at our local parish, the Arco gas station showed prices of 361, 371 and 381 (in the evening) from 363, 373, and 383 (after morning mass). Paw and I joked that the number three added to 6, 6 and 6.

    11/21/2011 19:07pm: At 1906pm, the odometer of Paw’s Mazda Protege showed 36,787.

    11/21/2011 17:31pm. En route to his morning’s mass, a green, mini van was parked northbound on MY long stretch of road. She kept flashing the brakes. Upon our arrival, she opened the driver’s door. I signaled right to show her I saw what she was doing. Later on that day and en route eastbound from 237 and just before the 101 interchange, a tow truck signaled left from his parked place upon our arrival.

    11/21/2011 11:25am: At 11:22am, the odometer of Paw’s Mazda Protegé showed 36,766.

    11/21/2011 07:55am. We learned last Saturday evening that Father Mike or Ben or both told Margaret about the pronunciation of the word “six”, which sounded like “sex”.

    11/21/2011 07:54am. Last Saturday evening, we sat through mass with someone coughing behind us. She looked like Genie T. but much taller. The day before, I found a second green-eyed flyer taped to our front door and a plastic bag of white rocks on our driveway.

  • 20111123-Divorced Nutter

    At 07:44am this morning, I saw the divorced nutter out of the corner of my left eye as we were backing out of the driveway. She stood on the sidewalk and looked at the renter, who was inside his gray-colored station wagon-like car. Usually the renter would leave between 07:00am to 07:35am. But this morning was unusual because the divorced nutter was there and he was still warming up his car to leave later.

    As I straightened out the car to head off northbound on MY long stretch of road, I saw her look in our direction. I could see her transitional shades through the left/side mirror of the car and her adjusting her “shades” with one hand. Anyway, she is so thin-looking and still short.

    Also, notice the double-digit number of the time at 07:44am when this situation occurred.

  • 20111114-Humor Time

    During breakfast this morning, Paw recanted his life’s stories while working in the Navy as a steward and in Hotel Pilipinas as a janitor.

    11/14/2011 07:44am: Paw was asked by the American guests: “Why isn’t this elevator working?” Of course, there was no “Out Of Order” sign. Paw replied: “The elevator was destroyed.” He didn’t think of saying that it was not working.

    11/14/2011 07:42am: Paw was asked by the admirals wife: “What is the jelly for the admiral?” He, like most Filipinos who grew up with no knowledge of American food, replied: “Smuckers!” He doesn’t recall the flavor.

    This was one of those few times Paw actually laughed out loud and so did Maw. His eyes became animated but I couldn’t look directly at him but saw Maw had to control her laughter to avoid popping her brain veins.

  • Flowery cover…

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    Maw is making a hand embroidered cover for the boy’s new baby pillows, which will be slightly larger and poofier. It has red, orange, yellow, blue and purple flowers with green leaves/vines. I penciled his initials “JR” in the middle.

    She plans on mailing her gifts of love next month for X-mas.

    “Call the boy! Find out how is doing! It is your responsibility as an elder sister. It is just the two of you and I expect you two to get along!” Maw requested of me.

    Addendum: I wonder when he will make “contact” with us.

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  • Cleaning ahh…

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    As per my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone on 11/06/2011 at 15:08pm, I’ve had another encounter! This time it was something so lightening fast and horrible. It was a black mouse! No wonder the cat has been leaving mouse heads on our property!

    I was cleaning up the backyard after lunchtime today. And during the later portion of the clean-up, I decided to see if I could throw away some old carpet runenrs, which Maw wanted to keep/hoard because they were still good and did’t have the glue backing flaking off like the thinner, extra pieces of carpeting left over from upstairs.

    Anyway, after lifting up an old Image Writer II printer, Apple box, I moved the VERY sturdy, yellow plastic bin (courtesy of the old San Jose recycling program long ago). Due to the heavy weight of this container, it was stuck momentarily to the table. With a couple of hard yanks from my right hand/arm, I loosened the container from the paint.

    Lo and behold, a black mouse came out of hiding from within the center most, rolled up rug! It bounded upon my right shoulder with two leaps and headed downward to the cement to my right peripheral vision. It actually trigger some slight pain afterwards. Damn mouse!

    I couldn’t scream loudly because the divorced nutter was working on her back yard too at that time and I didn’t want to trigger her emotions.

    Through the screen door, I told Maw that a “dahgah” came out of its hiding place. I tried to explain to her but she is getting hard of hearing. So I went indoors and told Paw to remove/throw away the carpet because it might have mouse poop and/or babies inside the old runners.

    After Paw placed the container of washed rice into the cooker, he was so kind to go out back, unroll each carpet to see that there was nothing, re-rolled each one and stuff the recycling bin.

    I was thankful that he is still around to use the box cutter to reduce this morning’s boxes of Motorola (for the AT&T DVR receiver) and other styrofoam boxes. I finished re-arranging items inside the cabinets of the garage after lunch prior to working out back.

    He also helped to replace two of Ma’ws fallen geranium plants into their new containers and hand them up again because the fruit tree got mad and broke off its limb, thus sending the flowering plant crashing to the ground below during the night of strong winds.

    Paw said that after we purchased and installed a white cabinet to store our gardening products (such as fertilizers, killer and paint), the mouse didn’t go inside the house. I don’t know about that. The mouse trap and other chemicals did its job because the smell of death lingered for a while until Paw found a petrified mouse in between the old cabinet long ago.

  • Emotional people…

    As per my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone at 9:48am, Paw recanted a story about how he would faint at the sight of blood, his eyesight would dim and he would feel dizzy. This was during Maw’s scolding of his emotional state. Anyway, his Lolo Nonying would cut his hair up in the balcony. But he would imagine blood coming out of his ear/s as if his Lolo would accidentally cut his ear.

    In another related story at 9:50am, his side would claim hurt feelings. For example the Shillster projected her hurt feeling on the Chingster, who is really the one who can/is capable of hurting people, esecially her own daughter (and her Daddy) with harsh and unkind words. The same goes for Uncle Dead (who held a grudge against a sailor man, Orge) and the boy (who also holds a grudge against his OLD family after he ate the girl’s “stuff”).

    Besides the emotional stress, I suspect brain injury (no matter how slight) to be the culprit to their irrational behavior. For example, the boy sustained falls to the HEAD twice while cycling DOWNHILL at fast speed. He has since gotten VERY angry at the slightest trigger. Paw, too, reported falling off the horse and hitting his HEAD against the railroad track. As for the rest, their addiction to drugs, alcohol and gambling tested their will to live.

    Amazingly enough, these people are still alive.

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  • Stupid sentiments…

    Maw gave me a synopsis of the American sitcom, “Everyone Loves Raymond”.

    Robbie was seen eating only bologna and sandwich. Raymond, his younger brother, gave him some money, thinking his brother was starving.

    Instead, Robbie packed up and traveled to Las Vegas to gamble.

    “I didn’t ask for that money. You gave to me as a gift.” That is what Robbie told his family.

    That is what we see in the boy. The exact same stupid sentiments from ungrateful people who don’t get it!

    Perhaps the boy should repay his parents for THEIR hard-earned money. Let’s see if the girl would agree, not unless she is after the fortune of the taxpayers.

  • 20111101-Humor Time

    As per my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone on 11/01/2011 at 13:47pm:

    Pre-meditated marriage is like pre-meditated murder. The end. End of game. Game over. Until death to you part, your separate ways. The pre-meditated part happens when either party married for nothing, to kill the relationship, to crush one’s heart, to loose one’s soul.

    For example, we were watching a popular news cable and its segment was about Kim Kardashians’s “sham wedding,” which lasted on 72-days. She didn’t get a penny from the story. But she made the correct decision to return the wedding gifts.

    It’s okay. At least she was being honest and had to leave. I sensed the guy wasn’t sincere. He seemed to goof off too much. Goof is the word that seemed right to describe the guy.

  • 20111030-Weathery Ways

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    After spending time deleting Categories and Tags from my other WordPress.com weblog site for Plinky Prompts and Daily Posts and after eating breakfast, I decided to give the parakeets a bath. Maw was eating her cereal and later joined all of us in the backyard. Paw was eating his breakfast indoors. The two boy parakeets took a liking to the birdbath. The two girl parakeets kept fighting with each other. After washing the bird and drying the bird cage, I noticed the dead mouse head and grub and took a picture to share on my blog.

    THEN, after Maw’s suggestion, Paw decided unwillingly to join us in dismantling one of the two open “shed” for Maw’s containers of orchid plants, which have not been giving us flowers. Maw and I worked on the removing the nails and staples from the make-shift, black mesh coverings. Since Maw is totally disabled and out of breath, I ended up removing most of the rusted nails from the HARD oak wood and the green, wavy plastic “roof” pieces. This went on until a late lunch at around 2:30pm. At 3:00pm, Maw helped to chisel th HARD oak wood so as to free the stuck nails. Earlier she was helping to re-wrap the old wires from the old orchid shed.

    THEN, Maw had to rest and cook us dinner, including a late suggestion/request for hot soup, which Paw likes after a hard day’s work under a VERY mild weather with crispy clear blue skies of little to gentle winds. It was HOT under the mid-afternoon sun while I tried to remove the rest of the nail and I had to drink my energy drink of potassium and salt to keep from spasming, which did happen on the inside, right section of the rib cage where the sternum ends below.

    THEN, I caught Paw struggling with the arrangement of another open shed. I quickly removed/dumped on the cement/slabs below the plastic containers (still in good condition) for Maw’s plants and some left-over wood. He spaced out, walked away and then returned to help me drag the slightly heave make-shift, wooden shed to its new location away from the side fence and to the original location of the old orchid shed. Now he has a nice pathway for walking. The shed is well organized with the LONG pieces of two by four woods on the bottom “shelf” and the plastic plant containers on the top “shelf”.

    At 5:30pm, I’ve finished, dumped my clothes to be washed downstairs and hurried upstairs to take my shower. And now I’m done with this blog entry just a little bit after 6:00pm. My back hurted during the ordeal but no real pain could be felt just yet but I suspect later on the endorphine/pain killer will have worn off. So I’ll take something to keep from aching tonight.

    Our tools were: one crowbar to yank the old wooden pieces apart, one steel-head hammer to pound back the nails, Paw’s idea of using one small piece of wood to help provide the torque and needed force to remove nail, one dull pruning sheers to cut the old wavy roof, two chisels to split the OAK wood and release the stuck nails, one “fish” knife to free old staples from the bamboo of the mesh covers and one long nose pilers to yank stubborn staples and cut twisted wir twines. The end.

  • Stylized mobius…

    Bingo! Now you know what I’m talking about! That’s the fat bastards kines who live and work in around that school and who have refused to help me, rendering my being beyond frustrated a little bit but really FED up at the stolen value of my darn hard work over eleven slong years. They are the same group who are putting up the android despite the lack-luster track record of his state.

    These kines should learn how business is like marriage. And how could reptenance and forgiveness in marriage be possibile when one partner screws/mess around with the other partner (or partners, if in the case of polygamists, who indeed may intermarry/breed with their own kines)? There is no going back, after a divorce of faith, of being excommunicated, and/or without love.

    So can you look into the future, when we will actually meet in person, huh? Hehehe! Not unless you are one of them who wants/is assigned to “dick with me”. In which case, I too refuse to keep my promises of helping you and your kines with nothing to my name. Perhaps it is karma and is meant to be — not ever getting the chance to start over, again.

    Addendum: Notice, if you will, the numerical value for the “Mark of the Beast” in the header image of a WordPress.com theme: Dusk to Dawn. Dawn/Don could be Lucy/Lucifer, the “Biblical” lightbringer.

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  • Grim Gospel…

    What I like about attending mass are the Biblical passages. Most don’t make sense and are down right bloody and violent.

    In today’s Gospel, I would interpret the atmosphere being fried by the removal of the ozone layer (as per last night’s show on the History Channel about the end of the earth).

    But I see the usual numerical values of 1/3 and 2/3, in which households/families are divided among themselves: I am not surprised because the boy prefers hanging around the Chinese than his Filipino heritage. Wow.

    Anyway, here is the Biblical passage for reference.

    Luke 12:49-53

    49 I am come to send fire on the earth; and what will I, if it be already kindled? 50 But I have a baptism to be baptized with; and how am I straitened till it be accomplished! 51 Suppose ye that I am come to give peace on earth? I tell you, Nay; but rather division: 52 For from henceforth there shall be five in one house divided, three against two, and two against three. 53 The father shall be divided against the son, and the son against the father; the mother against the daughter, and the daughter against the mother; the mother in law against her daughter in law, and the daughter in law against her mother in law

  • Entitled theory…

    To TPTB and pals: Please investigate any ongoing yet alleged elderly abuse nationwide. I see these old farts may be con-inving to take government hand-outs for FREE!

    Okay here is the scenario:

    • Joh approaches Smack’s eldest sister, Norm
    • Norm signed papers, not understanding two years ago.
    • Joh tells Norm to NOT to pay NEW but lower monthly payments to house.
    • Norm looses house one year ago, moves to one-bedroom apartment this year.
    • Norm tells Dead she got $100,000 government money from social worker.
    • Dead tells Smack that Norm has $100,000 FREE hand-out from hard-working tax payers.
    • Smack call Norm on Monday, 09/03/2011 at 9:13am to pay 33% she signed under THREAT of lawsuit.
    • Norm and lawyers will talk to lawyers of deadbeats Joh and Smack.

    Giant is a lawyer, Joh’s sister. Joh is not license. Maldeath and Malouse are also cooking Norm for the money on grounds of being “there in times of need for their sister”, who cannot drive or walk well. Norm is an ingrate and gave credit to Malouse for setting up the Life Alert. It was my idea!!! Dammit. As a result, I want TPTB and pals to screw all of these paternal ingrates to hell.

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    Here is a theory: Norm was one step ahead of the alleged elderly abuse complaint, which Joh knew ahead of time in cohort with the real estate broker and Wells Fargo Bank. Joh expected to get the $100,000 instead of Norm.