Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: relationships

  • 20111007-More Spooks

    Today, we made a last visit to Paw’s eldest sister, who received two large paper bags filled with the bumpy pears from our backyard and one plastic bag of BIG chayote squash. We bought her one chicken from Costco, too. Of course, the main story was about her losing the house to a nephew.

    We already know about the lost to the equity of her old house in the one hundred thousand dollars to Joh via the brokers and Wells Fargo Bank. The lawyers from a social worker were/are getting justice for the old lady. However the lawyers want to serve themselves first.

    We heard some of her voicemail messages left today at 09:13am and it appeared that the father of the nephew is trying to convince the old lady to let the 33 percent “profit” or whatever is left from the scam to simply go away on a premise of a “service” to his oldest sister. Sounds familiar, dude?

    I told her to let the father and his son, the Glorge and the Giant put up the equity of their paid-off house to pay the lawyers and the hundreds of thousands of dollars scammed. After all, the Glorge owes the paternal side and most especially Chingster for all the trouble in the past.

    These scammers still expect something in a return and are allegedly holding mailed records (of notices from the bank) on hand. It’s a shame that her own blood relatives will have taken advantaged of the old lady had it not been for the social worker.

    To TBTP and pals, I expect this kind of fraud to be investigated and why this loophole motivates Filipino people to do this to each other. Of course, I won’t be anything left to pay from these thieves. Look for any nursing homes to the effect of said purchases from the scams by Filipinos and pals in and around the Bay Area. I’m still waiting for the fat bastard to call me back and/or Death/God, whichever comes first.

  • Still connected…

    Although the turd and twit no longer visits ( PHYSICALLY) us old timers in our last leg of the journey, the turd and his OLD family are still connected in “thought”.  That twit is NO good. But because the boy chose that path, he still had the balls to leave the faulted relationship like his first cousins, Joh and Jerel.

    After shopping for donuts at Kingberry Donuts and eggrolls, shrimp balls and baguettes at Kingberry Eggrolls, we went home.

    Usually upon arrival, I would vacuum the parakeet feathers and seeds from their mat.  While vacuuming, I called out: “Mom!” I said aloud to myself and hopefully within ear shot that Jr. is coming to visit.

    Sure enough I received a text message ay 9:22am from the vou that he is going to San Diego, CA for a wedding over the weekend on October 4.

    Maw said she didn’t care: I see a reversal effect or mirror magic at work here. I said at least the twit has a job to support the turd and at least the turd has a house, which they MUST sell because it is too expensive for ever!

    The point is to choose family over vices of fortune (which the twit wants) and fame (which the turd wants), just like what Sarah have done yesterday for her family. That’s a price any twosome must reconsider.

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  • She slipped…

    Well at 8:38pm, Paw and I have successfully brought Maw to her feet. The logistic was to wash down the extra soapy Tide from the bottom of the tub. She was washing her underwear with Tide and stood up. Then I heard a loud but soft sliding thud! Whoomp! So that was from a standing position to a sitting position is just one second.

    After washing down the slippery soap, I got behind her and placed both my forearms underneath her armpits. While Paw pulled/supported her left arm, she used whatever strength she had and pulled the “default” soap dish handle with her left up.

    She went up nicely. But my arms, shoulder and back were compromised. I’ll be taking my pain killer and putting on my black girdle to keep the back muscles from spasming. So whatever demonic plague/karmic debt is riding on my back, you still owe me — big time.

    That is one lesson anyone should learn when living alone. Be prepared to have your WIRELESS telephone nearby in case you have to call for emergency. And if you have iron bars on your windows and doors, that’s too bad.

  • Absorbing sickness…

    After scolding the boy on August 13 on his Facebook activities and disowning the girl on September 15, I have been sick for over a month. I’ve been coughing, having hypertension and high-blood pressure and all because of that two-face and that twit.

    And this is because I have been absorbing the karma of their bad behavior and failed relationship from the beginning she applied for a job in his department at a credit union. She is now a manager of two people in that same department for over ten years.

    For you see, I have been the “primary” signator to their marriage license on December 28, with her “brother” as the secondary witness to what I believe is a “common law” marriage or some kind. I don’t know. They tricked the both of us to come in to talk with the priest and “lie” about them being compatible.

    Those two are capable of making people sick and die. I feel like I’m dying for not being honest, too.

  • Die fools…

    “Let the spiritually dead bury their own dead.” ~Luke 9:60 (Bible).

    — –

    On July 19, 2011, an old fart died of a massive heart attack because he would rather earn lots of money from rental property and travel rather than seek medical attention.

    That was also the day the boy chose to have his VERY last professional portrait done with his OLD family. He then stormed off into the evening to stay by the side of the twit and his NEW, replacement family.

    During the funeral of that old fart the following wee,, he and his wifey CHOSE to ignore us upon our arrival. They continued to ignore us during the funeral and reception the following day. They are really stupid.

    After we scolded him about their rude behavior during lunch with us at home a few days after the wake, he stormed off.

    On August 13, 2011, I scolded him about posting manipulative information on Facebook because his relatives are wondering what he is trying to prove with his vices.

    On September 12, 2011, the couple goofed again, thinking that everything is okay after over three years of putting up (or cow-towing) with their crap.

    These type of people will fall down hard for climbing up the ladder of success too fast and at the expense of those who they have ignored.

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  • Ticking off…

    It’s been two days since he
    Cried out for “any help at this time.”
    She wonders who is filling
    His empty begging bowl now.

    But a new promise has been made
    And a beginning starts anew with
    No strings attached or worry in the world.

    Meanwhile,

    Though the angels and saints
    Press on and march onward,
    The martyrs wonder when they
    Will have their turn in line to
    Sacrifice themselves to feed
    The needs of others…

  • Parentally controlling…

    Hehehe! Last Thursday, I used the parental control on one cable channel for MSNBC (215). He likes watching Chris Matthews and Rachel Maddoff spewing off their foul-mouthed nonsense, which resonates with his zombie-like mentality full of mush.

    In the course of setting up a new 4-digit PIN number for one of four receivers, I assumed with great merriment that Paw would never get to watch his nightly programming.

    I was wrong! For almost a week, something didn’t seem right. He didn’t complain that he couldn’t watch his favorite cable/news programming until tonight.

    “Give me the P-I-N. I want to watch!” ~Paw demanded in his soft voice.

    After a few minutes of reporting to Maw what the old man wanted, she want downstairs with me to tell him: “I will tell your doctor something is wrong with you if you decide to continue watching that station!”

    There are other television shows to watch: military, history, sports, cartoons, science, nature, entertainment, fashion, etc. But this old man would NOT want to change his mind-controlled frequency to defend that Obama.

    So while trying on Maw’s newly repaired white shirt of eyelet lace, I remembered to reprogram two more receivers downstairs and thus ran quickly to his room. Thank goodness, he was taking a shower at that time.

  • 20110928-Random Thoughts

    Almost daily, the usual spooks along the road would time their presence upon our arrival. They would either get into or our of their cars or other activities, such as unloading and loading their trunks.

    Yesterday Maw was pulling my gray/white hair in the backyard. The weather was bright and warm. And the time was late-afternoon. Suddenly, there was this motor cycle that intentionally powered up its engine so loudly in OUR side street and then took off at high speed. I wonder where the puss heads of SJPD are located. Anyway, later on that evening and as I heard him make a left turn at the rail road intersection on MY long stretch of road, I made his engine sputter and die slowly.

    Yesterday, Ben and Min arrived. That was prior to noon-time when Maw and I were returning to my car to leave for the bank and Our Lady of Peace. They gave us six shiny chayote squash and lots of small, brightly-colored calamansi oranges. Paw made one tea pot-sized juice from these tangy fruits that same day. Ben was wearing a funky purple-colored “tunic-like” shirt from Guyana.

    Yesterday, there appeared to be a new renter/guest living/visiting next door to us. It was a white, pick-up truck with a long bed trunk that is covered in a white hard shell. We didn’t see it parked in front of the divorced nutter’s home.

  • Winds blowing…

    Prior to 8:00pm, Maw reported to me something interesting. While massaging her painful/numb feet, she told me that she enjoyed staying outdoors in the backyard.

    She was cooking her “bagoong alamang” (or anchovies shrimp) with finely chopped garlic and onion. The brand name of this bottle is Masagana (or abundance) and can be bought at the 99 Ranch Market. It is neither too sour (or vinegary) nor salty as with an Anahaw (or palm/tree) brand of this red/pink colored delicacy.

    During her cooking outdoors, the winds would blow VERY strong. She said: “Thank you for keep me cool.” The temperature outdoors was HOT. When she went indoors, the winds died down. That was strange because the winds started blowing VERY strong when she went outdoors.

    She told me that she would ask/mediate/pray/dream for the answer/s as to why the winds were blowing strong this day.

    While still massaging her lower extremities, I kept mentioning to her if she/Paw could lift the promise I made to them and continue to “help” as usual. There was no answer. I guess the answers are blowing in the wind and away.

  • 20110927-Random Thoughts

    Here are most of today’s thoughts as entered through the “Memo” apps of my cellphone:

    On 09/26/2011 and at 18:49pm, the divorced nutter could be heard slamming her wooden door to our shared fence. I was sweeping up the backyard, cutting dried green onions and pulling dried geranium flowers. Also during Saturday 09/24/2011 and prior to a late lunch, Maw said she kept hearing the divorced nutter slamming her side door about a dozen times or so. It is reported that the divorced nutter was looking for her illegal ALIEN in un/known places around town. Again, to the SJPD, this divorced nutter has been timing her “activities” around our gardening out front. Is there nothing to kick these people out? Oh, I see. It’s like “registered offenders” are able to live in any neighborhood, huh.

    At 07:22am: the dashboard to my Ford Mustang read as: 71,899 (odometer) and 611.1 (speedometer). I was near Aborn Rd. when I noticed while stopped in traffic. There were double digit numbers of 477 and 133 from CA license plates. Of course, there were many other instances in the past that are not recorded via my blog.

    At 08:32am: Paw told me to follow “SOP” or “Standard Operating Procedures”. This was during breakfast at Carrow’s restaurant off Tully Rd. We had to make a U-turn because the ramp towards NB 101 was clogged with traffic. Then we took King Rd. home bound. The portion, price, bacon and eggs were REALLY good and service is much faster than at Denny’s restaurants.

    At 08:45am: I had a thought about Michael C. He was a classmate of ours during 5th grade. The girls adored him and we’d were aggressively playing with him one day during recess. We’d yanked his clothes and tug him ever which way. One day he followed me but stopped short at the door of the girl’s restroom.

    At 08:54am: We were ranting about the boy again and we “cow-towed” to the Chinese girl. As per the “trump card” on Greta Live via FoxNews last night, this United States have also “cow-towed” to the Chinese and are being ripped off. No wonder the two ingrates refuse to see us: we will grill them both for putting the family through trouble.

    At 09:35: Paw told me to remove the wooden beam from my eye before removing the thorns from the eyes of others. This was in reference to the Bible and how I was duped into thinking that I was helping the poor and the need. Maw emphasized that it was none of my business to feel sorry for these losers and that they, like the boy mentioned many times in the past, will overcome their obstacles and find their ways and means to survive during any economic and financial hardships. Essentially, the GOVERNMENT in in the correct position to provide assistance to these free-loaders.

    From around 09:35am to 10:10am: paw and I walked three times around the Great Mall. At 09:42am, I learned how Paw carried his blue-colored, carry on and green-colored nap. Both are made of canvas. He used those on USS Belknap. They are allowed only razor blades, like Gillette, not electrical ones. At 09:49am, I learned how Paw would get sea sickness aboard USS Belknap, USS Pocono but no sea sickness aboard USS Randolph and USS JFK because these two are not tin cans and are too heavy for anyone to feel the motion of the waves. Usually three days of heavy seas was the norm with most times are calm. At 09:50am, Paw would get sea sickness aboard the Admiral’s barge, which was once traveled through the Panama Canal Zone.

    At 10:34:21am: the dashboard to my car read as: 71,922 (odometer) and 833.5 (speedometer).

     

     

  • New promise…

    “I cried because you are being taken advantaged by these scammers. You have a good heart. Honest people are the ones that suffer.”

    “They are gloating because you keep giving them your commitment monthly! Even the wealthy won’t to that! They would give a large sum once and take advantage of the tax system.”

    “You are not wealthy! You are poor/jobless and don’t have health care insurance. You shouldn’t give your government/money to the needy. It is up to the government to take care of them/the poor.”

    “For all you know, they are collecting welfare, living on food stamps and in low income housing and possess other sources of income. You don’t know if he has a wife!”

    Addendum: “According to cable/televised program, a poor person doesn’t have a cellphone or a computer and the internet!”

    —

    As a result, I promise to be good to myself. If anything comes up, you need to explain yourselves to the elderly couple why you continue to beg for money. This ALSO goes to everyone else, most especially the fat bastard who was busy with another call today and failed to call me back.

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  • Positively Jr…

    There is a boy Junior. He has always been a cheerful boy and always had a smile on his VERY handsome face. He is quite humorous and can be stern, too.

    There is a Jr. He quite handsome and smart, too. He helped a friend out during her depressions. Both of them are computer saavy and DJs, too.

    There is another Jr. He is also handsome and smart, too. He has helped a “friend” out during her rants. Both of them are unemployed and penniless, too.

    Are all Jr’s cool or what?

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