Awoke one morning (but cannot remember which day of this week). Dreamt of Maw in front of me. Saw her dressed in white. Cannot remember but might have been her profile (either right or mostly left).
She asked me if I had money. I kept silent and didn’t tell her how Pete didn’t repay my principal loans in the amount of $144,300.00, which is the number I saw in my dream.
Then the scene faded away. She looked away. I looked down and woke up.
At around 15:00pm, Josh from the Mazda dealership off Capital Expressway in San Jose, CA called Paw to pick-up his repaired Mazda Protegé.
At around 15:15pm, I saw a smiling Melinda get out of a red sedan. Billy, her dad, was dropping Melinda off to her mother’s house next door to us. Billy was smiling too and had his left arm hanging out of the window like a typical punk, all relaxed and such and probably enjoying the pay-out from the divorce settlement.
At around 17:00pm and as I was trying to park my Ford Mustang on the leftside of the driveway and behind Paw’s car, which was already inside the garage, I saw the garage door open. And the divorced nutter came out to check her mail.
Today’s is beautiful (unlike fat people who get in my way). It’s sunny and VERY bright as usual with clear blue skies. The air was cool and then it got cold. I had to wear two layers of vests and one jacket in order to keep warm while helping Paw complete one LONG string of X-mas lights from 14:00pm to 15:30pm. It’s much faster when there is NO micro-manager like Maw.
So Fred invited us for his 50th wedding anniversary with Rose, the old fart who is 10 years his senior. I kept cracking up with an old photo of his posing with his wife at the day of his wedding years ago. He looked like a young kid wearing a smiling, almost a smirk as if he hit the jackpot. We ate at our local Denny’s.
Anyway, Carlos, Magat and Anthony were there along with the droopy-eyed Poi who continues to brag about her crap. Raquel is gross with her crooked glasses and Josie is so deaf her conversation doesn’t make sense. Of course, Emmer and Mirna were ever present, all decked up as usual. Fred is gross as he took out his lower tooth. The couple to his right weren’t impressed and didn’t look as the old fart kissed that old bag.
At around 22:53pm, the boy called his mother and told her:
Mom, I wanted to say goodnight to you. I love you.
Maw just finished saying her prayers and went to sleep. Of course her voice was deeply harsh from being awakened by the phone softly ringing in front of her. It almost sounded like she was dying.
I usually know when bad something is going to happen.
That is what the boy said (sometime last week during his popover for lunch one day) about Milan, whom he spent more time with prior to their break-up within their last week together. This week he said the following too:
Mom, I will spend more time with you and Dad.
And he did visit twice this week and made this surprise phone call tonight.
I told Maw that she may have said her evening prayers TOO HARD! And the boy may have responded to her telepathically somehow. But I felt this phone call is related to her medical condition.
As per the doctor inquiry this week, she told the doctor that she has been feeling worse since the last year and experienced chest pains two nights ago and shortness of breath this month.
So I figured that I would type up a poem in preparation for some sort of eulogy [knock on wood]. She is a strong woman but her parts are wearing down. It’s about her being the strength of our family.
Addendum-Last edited by flynnsblogs on Fri, 13 Nov 2009 at 23:31:07 pm: In just around ten minutes or so since entering this blog, I’ve typed up 431 words! I may wish to add more to my eulogy! I’m that good, eh!
Pimon getting better.
Been hand-feeding Pimon millet seed spray while batting off the other parakeets (i.e. Binky-Yu, the youngest and most food aggressive one in the cage). Drank lots of plain water. Actually sang while others napped off their dinner of mostly yucky seeds from Hertz and a treat of veggies and fruits from Katie.
Ate @ McD w/ “Minh” & Ben (DOD), who said buy a husband, which is possible. We 5 were invited 2 pick his persimmons LOTS-2 bags! Jumped on branches like monkey.
‘Why can’t you find a husband?’ Maw! It’s bcuz I’m not short, dark hairless skin, long straight hi-lited hair, or hi-bridge nose. I’m too ugly for pedophiles…
In light of my recent blog entries about people who are nutters, divorced or plain psychos, I’ve been humming a very funny theme song to `Psycho Dad` (or Mom) from one of my favorite sit-coms: `Married With Children`. I didn’t know the exact lyrics and decided to search online and pull two versions, one for dad and one for mom.
In my search also, here is a YouTube video by`disneymoviemusical:
Psycho dad song with lyrics – Completed very funny
Who’s that riding in the sun?
Who’s the man with the itchy gun?
Who’s the man who kills for fun?
Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad!He sleeps with a gun
but he loves his son
Killed his wife ‘cos she weighed a ton.
Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad!A little touched or so we’re told
Killed his wife ‘cos she had a cold
Might as well she was gettin’ old
Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad!He’s quick with a gun
And his job ain’t done.
Killed his wife by twenty-one,
Psycho Dad!Who’s that riding in the sleigh?
Who’s that firing along the way?
Who’s roughing up bums on Christmas day?
Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad!Who’s the tall, dark stranger there.
The one with the gun and the icy stare.
The one with the scalp of his ex-wife’s hair!
Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad!Who’s that riding across the plain?
Who’s lost count of the wives he’s slain?
Who’s the man who’s plumb insane?
Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad!He’s a durn good pa, but he hates the law.
Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad!
Who`s that gal that needs no man
Killed him dead with a frying pan
Did it ´cos he missed the can
Psycho Mom, Psycho Mom, Psycho Mom!
[My wife] is one of those women who is not high-maintenance.
If only the boy realizes how those two rings are not meant for that Twit. She continues to flash her damaged wedding rings in my face as if she hit the jackpot.
And that is true. Who wouldn’t want a handsome Filipino guy marry a Chinese foreigner, who can’t assimilate into the American culture?
You ruined your ring, honey!
What she did was a no-no! Because the ring size was too large for her finger, she had the jeweler re-size it by soldering a couple of metallic dots inside the base of the platinum band.
Whenever I see her and her rings, I kept getting the imagery of Frodo the Hobbit and his nine fingers, one of which he lost because he allowed the power of the One Ring to tempt him away from his good nature.
That is how I see the Twit, a Frodo, who allowed her temptation to take hold of her and latch onto the desperate boy, who is NOT compatible by cultural, religion and overall attitude with her background.
She is Westernized because of me.
She will become like other Asians who let the influence of Western culture take over her, making her proud. This is true: For we already see this happening. She will assimilate and become a bitch. Resistance is futile.
Sayang ang guapo.
Earlier this morning, Maw thought her sewing machine was broken. A rubber piece kept coming up from the bottom. So we drove all the way to the place off of Silver Creek Rd. in San Jose, CA.
Jon helped in his normal `impatient` movements, which I feel is probably his normal ITALIAN behavior.
Maw and Paw met his Filipino wife from Mindanao, which is predominately MUSLIM! She had long hair and highlighted streaks in it. She’s also short like her husband. I wonder if Jon knew about that before making a few kids with her.
Maw said the woman has a mean-looking face, which is true because those types of people are known to be HEAD-HUNTERS. He is such as good-looking guy! What a waste!
By looking at the twosome, we feel it’s going to be short marriage.
After the finish of lunch, the boy hugged the Veteran, his Paw. The old soul had tears in his eye. We know why: The Twit was off from work and is NOT with the boy’s OLD family during an important day.
I felt something was still wrong with this scene. I noticed that he walked right passed his mother unit after Paw’s hug. I had to point to his mother unit so that he should hug her too. But my spider sense indicated that he didn’t want to hug her. It was not sincere. It was a weird moment.