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Friday, April 29, 2016

 

“To try to be smarter than everybody is the greatest foolishness.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Emolument (profit from office, salary)

 

His emolument reached five figures.

 

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Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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            Yes, I’m aware straw hats are outdoor hats.

 

            Please, don’t tell Eric he looks “old” in his caps.

 

            I purchase Eric’s hats thus when one makes personal comments or attacks or negative digs about Eric or Eric’s attire then such improper party guests make personal digs at their host and about my taste in clothes and style.

 

            Why do people go out of their way to be mean to Eric or I?

 

            Please, hold back any personal comments about our personal selves such as our looks or attire or anything else for such matter. Thank you.

 

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Death of the American Elder

 

Part V

 

Continuation…

 

“Chatterbox”

 

“Feigned Concern”

 

            On Thursday, April 7, 2016 early evening at 5:00pm I asked my hostess if it were alright for each of us to get our own separate suppers.

 

            Truthfully I utilized the excuse about how I was fully covered in dust from head-to-toe which was the truth and desired to go and clean myself up and since it took me about 1.5 to 2.0 hours to bathe and dress and self-care I desired to be left to my own devices without holding up her dinner.

 

            My hostess agreed we would get our own separate dinners.

 

            My hostess quickly ate something then went into the living room to watch news.

 

            Throughout the afternoon my hostess spoke none stop about the contents of her kitchen drawers.

 

            Incessantly (relentlessly) she spoke for 3 straight hours on the afternoon of Thursday, April 7, 2016. I became exhausted from the sounds coming out of her voice or to be near her smell or her needy disposition to be entertained by being listened to much less assist in any further company.

 

            Throughout the entire earlier 5:00pm news and into the 6:00pm news hour my hostess kept interrupting my hygienic routine by asking loud questions from one room over about the news and feigning concern for my well being by continually asking me if I were hungry and what could she possibly feed me as though it were one  big huge mystery to her.

 

            Not once in the entire week of my spring break had my hostess ever showed neither concern nor much less asked about my wellbeing much less if I were hungry or if I ate anything at all or if I were comfortable or if I were healthy or okay.

 

            Eventually her guilt did catch up with her and did get the better of her narcissistic tendencies and demeanor. I’ve seen it before in other narcissists.

 

            Instinctively she understood her demeaning and demanding personality was indeed tiresome. I’d absolutely tired of the sounds of her voice and her tediously boring company and re-told stories and heavy set of demands to get her anything she needed or wanted at a moment’s notice especially to entertain her when she did eventually become tired and bored of her own self as I, too, did get worn down by her ridiculous company.

 

            Finally, at 6:15pm I entered the living room and confidently yet sternly peacefully announced myself and said, “Please, leave me to my self-care routine. Today you talked at me for 3 straight hours. I’ve given you my time and energy. Now, please, if you don’t mind I’d like to be left alone to be quiet and pluck my eyebrows without having to entertain you. I’d like quiet. In about a year I’ll turn 40 and truly I think I can find some bread and butter in your cupboards or make myself something to eat without your assistance.”

 

            She understood I couldn’t be her volunteer workhorse by day and her entertainment by night. It didn’t work both ways. She could have her cake yet she could not eat it also.

 

            Finally, she went quiet. I reveled in it.

 

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“Ugly Personality”

 

            At 6:30pm I went back into the kitchen only because my hostess began to loudly bang pots and pans in her passive-aggressive manner thus I rushed-in and put away the last of the dishes I’d washed and dried later in the same afternoon.

 

            Her demanding demeanor of banging the pots and pans told me to get into the kitchen now and put away the last of the dishes or else she’d take all of the credit for cleaning the entire kitchen when in complete earnest I had done all of the hard work while my hostess sat in a chair and made harsh toned demands of me.

 

            Immediately I went into the kitchen and put away the last of her washed and dried dishes.

 

            Once I put the dishes away I told her I was going back to my hygienic routine since I’m usually the last one to take care of myself.

 

            “You don’t learn fast, do you?” She made a statement.

 

            (Correction on the quote. I rechecked my notes.)

 

            Yes, I learn exceptionally fast, however, unfortunately others’ place their tremendous personal needs upon me before my needs ever do get met thus I end up cleaning and taking care of other needy people before I ever get the chance to meet my own needs and self-care before 12am-1:30am most week days. Please.

 

            She didn’t even skip a beat while she fed her dirty birds through the side kitchen window as though nothing were the matter as though she hadn’t just then called me an “idiot” or “stupid” without having the courage to come out and say it to my face.

 

            She underhandedly called me an “idiot.” I let her get away with it since she was ever as happy with herself as she could be while she stood there like the “bird woman” she is with her mice infested home and bats in the attic. Who doesn’t learn fast?

 

            My hostess was indeed a complete self-interested moron.

 

            At any turn whenever she had an opening to call me a name or put me down then she took opportunity to do so and to cowardly belittle me.

 

            Before I went back into the bathroom my hostess demanded me not to pluck off all of my eyebrows since my hostess at one point had bowled with a professional beautician who had indeed plucked off all of the beautician’s eyebrows.

 

            Supposedly eyebrows don’t grow back thus the professional beautician had an element of a surprised look on her face each time anybody looked at her.

 

            Silently I went back into the bathroom since my hostess had implied I was “stupid.”

 

            Then mistakenly I proceeded to pluck off half of my left eyebrow and to even out my eyebrows then I had to pluck off half of my right eyebrow. I’d been jinxed by my hostess.

 

            For my hostess to have implied I was a complete “idiot” was wrong of her since I’d spent the entire spring break week taking care of her each and every demanding need and even went as far as without taking any bathroom breaks.

 

            She once again broke my heart.

 

            She looked for ways to break me in half and couldn’t.

 

            She reveled in the destructive last word.

 

            She’s a truly hateful sad lonely woman.

 

            Nothing’s ever good enough for the truly hateful.

 

            The truly hateful are forever unhappy and must make others around them as unhappy as they are.

 

            Continuously throughout the week she kept knocking me down to prop herself up.

 

            My hostess made it quite clear with each fiber of her being she held no self-respect for herself or others.

           

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She Spun a Web of Lies

 

            On Friday, April 8, 2016 in the middle of a snow blizzard I personally chauffeured my hostess into town for her to attend her physical therapy appointment.

 

            At 10:30am we made the 8 mile drive into town which took me 20 minutes to drive to arrive early for her 1 hour long physical therapy session to begin at 11:15am.

 

            Freeway and I quietly sat in the small physical therapy waiting room while a young girl of about 10 years of life showed all of the typical signs of anxiety and wouldn’t stop talking while her mother also incessantly spoke at her daughter.

 

            Neither of them would shut up. I thought their med dosage needed to be stronger.

 

            To be continued…                                                                

 

 

            Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

Word Count Goal: 1,199

 

 Word Count: 1,384

 

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

 

This Week’s Total Word Count: 427 + 3,374 = 3,801 + 1,384 = 5,185

           

 

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

 

*)         Day #91 of no talking during any shared programming while watching enjoyable DVR commercial-free entertainment.

 

*)         Day #17 without disciplining neighborhood children.

 

*)         Day #1 without verbal swear words. I like it.

 

*)         Day #371 without organic sugar cane ice cream in our home.

 

*)         Day #795 without white or brown sugar except for Holidays.

 

*)         Day #226 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

 

*)         Day #4 without debate about domestic “distribution of labor.”

 

*)         Week #1 without marital stress about equal domestic labor.

 

*)         Blood Pressure: 111/67 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (04/01/16)

 

*)         Week #80 work on 245 cholesterol (new #) as of June 2, 2015. I love inexpensive vegan food.

 

            HDL Cholesterol 50

 

            Triglycerides 241 H

 

            LDL-Cholesterol 147 H

           

*)         Month #22 BMI is “overweight.” (A 25” natural high waist.)

 

*)         Week #41 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

 

*)         Week #27 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

 

*)         Week #32 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

 

Thursday, April 28, 2016

 

“A stone is heavy, and sand is weighty; but a fool’s vexation is heavier than both.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Umbrage (offense, resentment)

 

Do not take umbrage at her senile criticisms.

 

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Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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Death of the American Elder

 

Part IV

 

Continuation…

 

“Mutant XL Dormant Recessive Gene”

 

From Grandfather

To his granddaughter

To her eldest son

To his eldest daughter

To her eldest son

 

Or

 

From Grandfather

To his granddaughter

To her eldest son

To his youngest daughter

To her eldest son

 

(The Recessive Mutated XL Gene skips

the youngest son and any daughters birthed directly

by the Grandfather’s granddaughter’s line

and straight into the mutated genes

of the granddaughter’s eldest son

and any of his offspring females

and the male offspring of the eldest son’s daughters.)

 

Or

 

From Grandfather

To his granddaughter

To her eldest granddaughter

(By the grandmother’s daughter)

 

(The Recessive Mutated XL Gene skips

the youngest son and any daughters birthed directly

by the Grandfather’s granddaughter’s line

and straight into the mutated genes

of the granddaughter’s daughter’s female offspring

as well as the daughter’s male offspring.)

 

Or

 

From Grandfather

To his granddaughter

To her younger grandson

(By the grandmother’s daughter)

 

(The Recessive Mutated XL Gene skips

the youngest son and any daughters birthed directly

by the Grandfather’s granddaughter’s line

and straight into the mutated genes

of the granddaughter’s daughter’s female offspring

as well as the daughter’s male offspring.)

 

Psycho Retold

 

            At 8:00am on Thursday April 7, 2016 my hostess and I both sat down in her living room to discuss the day’s volunteer work schedule to be physically executed by me.

 

            My hostess sat in her usually large and bulky brown recliner while I sat on the green carpeted floor directly across from my hostess simply as not to intimidate her since I’m neither any coward nor chicken nor any type of manipulator nor any liar in discussions or conversations, however, I’m a ‘straight shooter’ and straight shooters tend to scare the Midwesterners to climb right out of their passive-aggressive skins.

 

            Mostly I’m true to my word, however, my hostess proved not to be true to her word throughout the entire week of spring break.

 

            Psychologically proven most children lie every 10 minutes.

 

            Psychologically proven most adults lie every 20 minutes.

 

            Side Bar: {Yes, I’ve told (spoken) about a grand total of 19 lies in my entire lifetime, however, daily or hourly lies aren’t my specialty since I’m multi-lingual and to lie in any foreign language is extremely difficult since I don’t have the subtle nuances down therefore the best policy for me is not to tell any lies at all to anybody since I don’t have fibs down very well plus I don’t like to have to remember any lie then I don’t get confused since for the most part I’m a well read simpleminded Indigenous peasant and I don’t do well under pressure thus I stay away from telling any type of lies, ‘white ones’ or otherwise and if I tell any lie then I get to publically write down the truth.}

Do tell the truth by publically writing the spoken lie only to rectify any ‘white lie’ then nothing and I mean nothing will humble thee as much as such other than tripping over one’s own feet and falling spread eagle on the side walk in front of neighbors or plunging clogged up feces from the toilet while the feces water sprays back at one’s hair and face and forearms.

 

            Immediately upon sitting down on the carpeted floor while my hostess held court on ‘home court advantage’ as well as held advantage in our Caucasian style of sitting arrangement then my hostess proceeded to declare she would facilitate for her eldest great-grandson to show up on Saturday of spring break week to move her sun porch couch then Eric wouldn’t have to move her heavy sun porch couch which Eric and I helped carry and move in her quite heavy couch about 5 years earlier when we weren’t even asked to help rather at the last minute we were demanded to move the couch off of the back of a truck and to lend assistance to my hostess’s eldest incompetent son to haul the couch into the sun porch previously owned by the eldest son who dumped off his old faded furniture into my hostess’s sun porch thus we did help move the couch since my hostess is manipulative and mean-spirited with much self-interest even though she puts on a good act still yet deep down inside she’s greedy and selfish and self-centered and needy and a bully.

 

            Further I inquired about Eric possibly having to move any heavy furniture or couches he hadn’t even offered to move on the Saturday morning of spring break when he was scheduled to return and take both Freeway and I back to Minneapolis/St. Paul.

 

            In 1 decade of being together with Eric I’ve become extremely protective of Eric since many of the people in Eric’s life wear-and-tear Eric down.

 

            Eric admits my hostess’s family does indeed wear-and-tear Eric down since they’re mostly incompetent thus I look out for Eric’s total and complete well being.

 

            To most people Eric’s simply a ‘deep pocket’ or an ‘errand boy’ or a ‘messenger’ or a ‘go-between’ or a ‘workhorse’ or a ‘servant’ or a host to be used for a ‘free meal ticket’ or a free bed while on travels or somebody to dump people’s complaints or emotional problems upon Eric.

 

            Eric does get used as somebody to ‘nag at’ or somebody to make mean emotional psychological ‘digs at’ If Eric doesn’t agree or doesn’t want to lend time or energy or money or effort or assistance or turn into a ‘personal chauffer’ or ‘escort’ or ‘date’ or, or, or… while I sit back on the sidelines and wait for Eric to pay any attention to me since many other people suck-up Eric’s time and energy and money and don’t think twice about how they wear Eric down.

 

            As a modern and relatively still young wife I do neither of the above mentioned items, however, my hostess’s family feels entitled to be Eric’s ‘nagging wife.’

 

            Eric’s not beholden to an entire familial ‘nagging wife.’

 

            The married spouse comes first before an entire family of ‘naggers’ and ‘complainers’ and ‘pressure-cookers’ and ‘hateful impossible expectations’ to spend out entire holidays and weekends with people who aren’t even nice or kind to us.

 

            Eric’s familial ‘nagging wife’ doesn’t seem to be able to figure out how to communicate to each other when there’s much disagreement or miscommunication or debate or complaints about how mean others are to each other on their end of their familial problems yet Eric’s expected to make life emotionally better and peaceful between all parties while the rest of the uneducated illiterate ingrates emotionally dump complaints on Eric while they wear-and-tear Eric down and elevate his blood pressure even further through the roof even though Eric doesn’t hold “power of attorney” yet others dump all of the pressure and stress and subtle cruelty upon Eric to chew on and swallow while I make sure Eric spits out the vile poison.

 

            My hostess ignored any of my straight forward questions thus I simply asked her like the ‘straight shooter’ I am, “What are you saying? If your great-grandson does come over on Saturday morning then Eric doesn’t have to move the couch, however, if your great-grandson doesn’t come over then Eric does have to move the couch?”

 

            “We’ll see.” Condescendingly she answered me.

 

            “No, you tell me now. Which is it?” Further I implored and pushed the meaner side of her personality to be straight forward with me.

 

            She shrugged her shoulders like some teenager lost in time.

 

            Furthermore, I went into a quick soliloquy about how Eric has extraordinarily high blood pleasure and about how Eric isn’t to be used as a mover or anything of the type.

 

            My hostess answered with the following, “Well, most men in our family die in their late 60’s.”

 

            There I stopped and looked at my hostess like the complete ass she was.

 

            My hostess pretty much implied Eric is scheduled to die in 16 years from now thus as far as she or anybody else are concerned then they get to use Eric to his full mule male potential and make Eric their servant slave since Eric’s life isn’t worth much to them.

 

            My hostess conveyed it’s okay to leave me a young widow while my hostess gets the most out of Eric such as having Eric escort her to dinners and meals and other functions while I sit on the sidelines and watch Eric quasi-date a 90 year old.

 

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“Misery”

 

            “Don’t worry I won’t kill you.” She said.

 

            Suddenly I did become strangely worried and frightened by my hostess since I did think she would kill me if she continued not to get her way or if I didn’t agree with her then she’d take out her shotgun from the back hall closet and shoot me and make it look like an accident and blame it on me or bury me out on her back 35 and I wouldn’t ever be found alive again.

 

            Out of complete contempt and spite for my hateful hostess’s creepy comments I informed her once again Eric and Freeway and I were scheduled for departure at noon on Saturday of spring break and Eric wasn’t to ever again carry or move any couch or any furniture for the rest of his lifetime.

 

            “Because of you there’s a ‘rift’ in my family.” She directly accused me of wrecking her mean-spirited and psychologically demeaning family who aren’t even intelligent and continually make negative and cruel personal digs at most people only to take away power from people who are much better behaved than any of my hostess’s immediate family members who haven’t ever been able to behave themselves well enough to be brought out in public even though the only intelligent aspect to my hostess’s main family’s ability is to regurgitate vomited ideas back-up and serve them as their own ideas while they look down upon other people.

 

            “Don’t worry I won’t kill you.” Again she repeated herself in hostile anger.

 

            Yeah, real reassuring to have any hostess tell their guest not to worry since the hostess reassures their guest not to kill the guest, however, all I could think about was how my hostess really and truly wanted to literally kill me since her eyes gave her murderous self away.

 

            Her insane violent warning meant to take heed of the hateful and angry crazy hostess struggling for power and control of my time and energy and money and efforts and help which I refuse to relinquish any such control ever again since Eric and I hardly ever see my family since our hostess demands she must be visited at least 17 times per year when the psychologist reassured me one doesn’t ever have to visit anybody one doesn’t wish to see especially when others are abusive in any way.

 

            In her misbehavior she’s exhaustive and ugly and stupid indeed.

 

            In such a moment she deeply scared me. I politely excused myself and took Freeway and went upstairs and quietly shut the door to my upstairs guest bedroom.

 

            There wasn’t any lock to my door therefore I couldn’t lock myself in for security.

 

            Silently I lay in bed and texted Eric in case I was to be found missing or dead or worse taxidermy like a stuffed raccoon.

 

~~~

 

Mutants

 

            Personally I believe the XL (retarded) recessive gene runs from the main grandfather to his granddaughter’s side of their family (my former hostess) therefore straight from my hostess to her eldest son to the eldest son’s eldest daughter to the eldest’s son’s either of his daughters or in mutations either of any of the granddaughter’s granddaughters potentially carry the XL gene passed unto any of the granddaughter’s granddaughters’ eldest sons.

 

            Of course, the XL (retarded) recessive mutated gene skips the grandfather’s granddaughter’s direct daughter and directly into the eldest granddaughters or grandsons or great-grandsons of the daughter thus is the pattern of the XL recessive mutational gene.

 

            My hostess’s family doesn’t understand I know their deepest and darkest secret about being mutants of the retarded XL garden variety recessive gene.

 

            When one deeply looks at my hostess’s direct family members and some of her eldest offspring and grandchildren and great-grandchildren then it’s easy to see the tripped wire behind the membrane of their eyeballs.

 

            My hostess’s family seems to believe they can hide the XL recessive gene.

 

            However, it’s impossible for one to hide the retarded dormant recessive gene in one’s DNA strand especially the eyes don’t seem to hide anything. Not blue eyes anyway.

 

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A Liar’s Crocodile Tears

 

            On Thursday, April 7, 2016 I woke up at 6am, by 6:30am ate a simple breakfast of toast with butter.

 

            By 7:00am all by myself I pulled out all of the items from the north wall kitchen drawers contraire to the north wall kitchen cabinets I had cleaned out on Tuesday and Wednesday of spring break week.

 

            Drawers and cabinets are quite different.

 

            At 8:00am my hostess and I sat down to discuss the day’s volunteer work schedule as she proceeded to accuse me of being a “rift” in her family which turned out to be another complete lie.

 

            At 8:45am my hostess stepped out of the shower and did get properly dressed to greet the mailman at her front door due to arrive at 9:15am on such a morning.

 

            At 8:51am by text I confirmed the following information from one of my hostess’s leading family members:

 

The issues have always been there. We just chalked it all up to experience and showed up to family events and just added any unpleasantness to our life story. Gail ran from all of us. No one in particular. We never actively avoided each other until you reacted so strongly to things. I totally understand it and support our decision - don’t get me wrong. It is much better for us to have peace alone than stress with others.”

 

            At 9:00am I went back downstairs and out loud I read the text to my hostess to clear up the air between us thus no more lies.

 

            At 9:02am my hostess burst into crocodile tears and agreed her eldest son had been a bully to her middle daughter thus her daughter ran away then died before her daughter’s time.

 

            My hostess blatantly lied about how I’d caused a “rift” in her family when there were already a “rift” in a mean spirited family who jockey for position each time they gather and make cruel digs at each other for power they lack in their own personal lives.

 

            As soon as I could I corrected my hostess of her wrongdoings and lies thus my hostess was indeed and in fact caught in a tremendous lie therefore all she could do in her defense were to burst into crocodile tears and cry like a baby while she further lied and said Eric had been in the room when my hostess’s daughter cried right before the daughter passed away and died.

 

            Supposedly the daughter sobbed a death march about the daughter’s unhappiness with her eldest brother who’d treated the daughter ever as badly as any sibling is ever allowed to be treated by another sibling which was terribly badly either because of an incoherent or ignorant or belligerent or illiterate or ingrate or selfish or self-centered or distant or coldhearted or unloving or careless or emotionally disturbed or hormonally imbalanced or mentally ill narcissistic parent.

 

            My hostess’s daughter who passed away and died from cancer had already created a “rift” in the family about 2 decades long before I ever came along yet my hostess put it all on me since her hatred runs deep.

 

            My hostess lied about me being the cause of a “rift.” Yippee!

 

            It wasn’t me who caused the “rift.” I almost believed a liar and took on and carried her guilt and bared her cross for her.

 

            No, I’m not the cause of my hostess’s family’s “rift.”

 

            My hostess tremendously lied to me and put the entire weight of the world upon my shoulders.

 

~~~

 

“Misery Loves Company”

 

            At 9:03am my hostess turned away from the kitchen sink and tore into me and told another blatant lie.

            She said it was my fault I had “introduced” her slutty brain damaged granddaughter to male pimps while she stayed and visited with us over August of 2014.

 

            In simple words I told her I had done no such thing.

 

            After my hostess’s tearful performance she was like a dog with a bone she wouldn’t let go.

 

            She became embarrassed by all of her lies and cruelty thus she desired for me to feel as badly as she did.

 

            If only she’d had a whip then she’d whipped me like her slave.

 

            Newsflash to her: I told her I’d been sexually assaulted on the night her brain damaged granddaughter and I frequented the “Gay 90’s” club while her granddaughter made out with almost every black man she came across.

 

            My hostess didn’t show any concern for my well being and begged to forgive her granddaughter who’s only in her late twenties.

 

            Specifically I informed my hostess I had indeed forgiven her brain damaged granddaughter and the matter was between her granddaughter and me and not anybody else.

 

            My hostess did get informed about the misbehavior and misconduct of her favorite brain damaged granddaughter who did in fact have a major brain accident about 3 winters ago and was hit hard upon the head by a dancer pupil of hers.

 

            Ever since the accident the brain damaged granddaughter hasn’t been herself.

 

            At this point in the heated debate about my hostess’s lies she headed back into the living room and sat down.

 

            In a quiet and nonthreatening manner I followed her and stood in the entryway between the kitchen and living room and told my hostess about how her brain damaged favorite granddaughter brought her crotch up to men to feel her vagina.

 

            “I don’t believe it.” My hostess replied.

 

            At 9:05 I went back upstairs then turned around and went back downstairs and said to my hostess, “Then you’re calling me a liar.”

 

            She sneered and crossed her arms and defiantly called me a quasi-liar while she very well knew I told the truth.

 

            She stood up and crossed the room to look out of her large picture window with her arms crossed in front of her.

 

            “Your granddaughter went around bars and French kissed men.” I said to her in a language she would most likely understand.

 

            “French kissed?” She asked.

 

            “Believe what you want. I don’t have any reason to lie to you.” I said and turned and left her to stew in her own lies and delusions and concocted deceptions about nothing.

 

            She had to have the last word thus I gave it to her.

 

~~~

 

“More Misery”

 

            At 9:15am the mailman arrived. I was already back upstairs.

 

            At 9:30am my hostess yelled upstairs and asked me if I wanted to take a coffee break with her. I declined her invitation and informed my hostess I was on the telephone which was in fact the truth.

 

            At 10:25am my hostess demanded for me to come downstairs. I did.

 

            She apologized to me and I apologize to her. We hugged.

 

            At 10:35am I was her friend again.

 

            For the rest of Thursday, April 7, 2016 we worked on her cabinets infested with mice droppings.

 

            For the remainder of the day at the center of my chest and sternum felt as though they were on fire. I didn’t bother to complain to my hostess since she was extremely self-interested and narcissistic about her kitchen drawers. I realized how small her life was.

 

            From 1:30pm through 4:30pm my hostess spoke nonstop about all of the items I had pulled out of her literal kitchen drawers on the north wall side of her kitchen.

 

            At 2:00pm I began to hemorrhage. I didn’t inform my hostess since all she cared about were her kitchen drawers and the contents inside.

 

            By 4:00pm I had an unknown rash on my left arm which burned like fire.

 

 

            Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

Word Count Goal: 2,286.5

 

 Word Count: 3,374

 

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

 

This Week’s Total Word Count: 427 + 3,374 = 3,801

           

 

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

 

*)         Day #90 of no talking during any shared programming while watching enjoyable DVR commercial-free entertainment.

 

*)         Day #16 without disciplining neighborhood children.

 

*)         Day #4 without verbal swear words. I like it.

 

*)         Day #370 without organic sugar cane ice cream in our home.

 

*)         Day #794 without white or brown sugar except for Holidays.

 

*)         Day #225 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

 

*)         Day #3 without debate about domestic “distribution of labor.”

 

*)         Week #1 without marital stress about equal domestic labor.

 

*)         Blood Pressure: 111/67 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (04/01/16)

 

*)         Week #80 work on 245 cholesterol (new #) as of June 2, 2015. I love inexpensive vegan food.

 

            HDL Cholesterol 50

 

            Triglycerides 241 H

 

            LDL-Cholesterol 147 H

           

*)         Month #22 BMI is “overweight.” (A 25” natural high waist.)

 

*)         Week #41 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

 

*)         Week #27 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

 

*)         Week #32 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

 

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

 

“Difficulties make you a jewel.” --- Japanese (on adversity)

 

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Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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            We’ll commence the blog on Thursday, April 28-29, 2016.

 

 

            Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal journals

 

 Word Count: 397

 

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

 

This Week’s Total Word Count: 397 + 30 = 427

           

 

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

 

*)         Day #89 of no talking during any shared programming while watching enjoyable DVR commercial-free entertainment.

 

*)         Day #15 without disciplining neighborhood children.

 

*)         Day #3 without verbal swear words. I like it.

 

*)         Day #369 without organic sugar cane ice cream in our home.

 

*)         Day #793 without white or brown sugar except for Holidays.

 

*)         Day #224 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

 

*)         Day #2 without debate about marital “distribution of labor.”

 

*)         Week #1 without marital stress about equal domestic labor.

 

*)         Blood Pressure: 111/67 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (04/01/16)

 

*)         Week #80 work on 245 cholesterol (new #) as of June 2, 2015. I love inexpensive vegan food.

 

            HDL Cholesterol 50

 

            Triglycerides 241 H

 

            LDL-Cholesterol 147 H

           

*)         Month #22 BMI is “overweight.” (A 25” natural high waist.)

 

*)         Week #41 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

 

*)         Week #27 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

 

*)         Week #32 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

 

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

 

“Don't buy other people's problems.” --- Chinese (on buying and selling)

 

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated,, King, Richardson & CO,. Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

 

Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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Walmart

 

“That Place”

 

            “Hugs for Joe.”

 

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Apologies vs. Arrogance

 

            In the rule book of apologies it’s alright to apologize for one’s own miscalculations or incorrect mistakes, however, it’s highly arrogant to apologize for one’s own entire generation or peer group.

 

            It’s actually quite insulting and conceited to apologize for one’s own entire race or culture or nation or generation or age group or peers or strangers or for anybody else’s improper misbehavior.

 

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Good Eats

 

            Thank you to “Chickadee Coffee House and Deli.”

 

            Tonight for dinner we ate Swedish meatballs and corn and mashed potatoes from “Chickadee Coffee House and Deli.” Our food sure was tasty.

 

~~~

 

“Coors” Beer in a Can

 

            Recently as of this weekend for the first time ever in my life at one private after-party I tasted “Coors” beer in a can and from now on I’m sold on “Coors” beer. Our beer sure was tasty and cold. Thank you.

 

            Tomorrow we’re going to purchase a 24-pack of “Coors” for our home.

 

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“Modern Heritage”

 

            As of yesterday I now own 28 pairs (2 pairs are now lost) of awesome women’s fashion “Modern Heritage” socks sold at

T-A-R-G-E-T without any accent since “Target” stores aren’t physical mortar and brick boutiques rather warehouses. Thank you both to

T-A-R-G-E-T and “Modern Heritage.”

 

            Style MHN 50161, Multi Combo, size 9-11, 7 51038 73647 7, 1/10 Pair Packs.

 

            Style MHN50089, Multi Combo, size 9-11, 7 51038 72001 8, 1/10 Pair Packs.

 

            The best pair of socks ever for $7.99!!!

 

            RN 127696, DCPO#025/01/0234, 99% polyester, 4% spandex, exclusive of elastic, Made in China. Thank you to all Chinese workers!                                                                         

           

            RN 127696, DCPO#025/01/0249, 99% polyester, 4% spandex, exclusive of elastic, Made in China. Thank you to all Chinese workers!

 

 

            Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal journals

 

 Word Count: 313

 

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

 

This Week’s Total Word Count: 84 + 313 = 397

           

 

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

 

*)         Day #88 of no talking during any shared programming while watching enjoyable DVR commercial-free entertainment.

 

*)         Day #14 without disciplining neighborhood children. One-year vow of silence. I owe it to myself. I love it.

 

*)         Day #2 without verbal swear words. I like it.

 

*)         Day #368 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

 

*)         Day #792 without white or brown sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

 

*)         Day #223 without a cigarette: I like it.

 

*)         Day #1 without debate or arguments about fair domestic labor of distribution.

 

*)         Week #1 without stress: We owe it to ourselves. I love it. Yes, now Eric fights me. I don’t fight Eric anymore. Why bother? I’ve said mostly all for which’s required to be said.

 

*)         Blood Pressure: 111/67 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (04/01/16)

 

*)         Week #80 work on 245 cholesterol (new #) as of June 2, 2015. I love inexpensive vegan food.

 

            HDL Cholesterol 50

 

            Triglycerides 241 H

 

            LDL-Cholesterol 147 H

           

*)         Month #22 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty-four and a half (24 ½”) natural inch high waist without a corset. Yes!

 

*)         Week #41 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

 

*)         Week #27 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

 

*)         Week #32 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.) To my personal chemistry and brains and mind this one single daily pill is exactly like three continuous cocktails “pumped” directly into my bloodstream 24/7. However, I’m not supposed to write about it thus I shan’t. No, I don’t skip one single dosage. I’m addicted exactly as when any baby is addicted to sugar candy.

 

Monday, April 25, 2016

 

“Every adversity carries with it the seed of equal or greater benefit.”

--- Napolean Hill

 

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated,, King, Richardson & CO,. Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

 

Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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Please…

 

            Help our Spring Field, Missouri family find our 18 year old Bichon Frise female dog with 1 eye and deaf by the legal name of “Millie Johnson.”

 

            We think all clues lead to somebody who stole or kidnapped our canine baby from her yard in the “Oak Grove” neighborhood on Friday, April 22, 2016.

 

            We’re worried to death about her whereabouts.

 

            Peace.

           

 

            Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal journals

 

 Word Count: 84

 

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

 

This Week’s Total Word Count: 84

           

 

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

 

*)         Day #87 of no talking during any shared programming while watching enjoyable DVR commercial-free entertainment.

 

*)         Day #13 without disciplining neighborhood children. One-year vow of silence. I owe it to myself. I love it.

 

*)         Day #5 without verbal swear words. I like it.

 

*)         Day #367 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

 

*)         Day #791 without white or brown sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

 

*)         Day #222 without a cigarette: I like it.

 

*)         Day #1 without debate or arguments about domestic labor of distribution.

 

*)         Week #1 without stress: We owe it to ourselves. I love it. Yes, now Eric fights me. I don’t fight Eric anymore. Why bother? I’ve said mostly all for which’s required to be said.

 

*)         Blood Pressure: 111/67 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (04/01/16)

 

*)         Week #80 work on 245 cholesterol (new #) as of June 2, 2015. I love inexpensive vegan food.

 

            HDL Cholesterol 50

 

            Triglycerides 241 H

 

            LDL-Cholesterol 147 H

           

*)         Month #22 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty-three and a half (23 ½”) natural inch high waist without a corset. Yes!

 

*)         Week #41 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

 

*)         Week #27 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

 

*)         Week #32 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.) To my personal chemistry and brains and mind this one single daily pill is exactly like three continuous cocktails “pumped” directly into my bloodstream 24/7. However, I’m not supposed to write about it thus I shan’t. No, I don’t skip one single dosage. I’m addicted exactly as when any baby is addicted to sugar candy.

 

Friday, April 22, 2016

 

“Answer not a fool against his folly, lest you become like him.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated,, King, Richardson & CO,. Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

 

Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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            Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal journals

 

 Word Count:

 

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

 

This Week’s Total Word Count: 9,671

           

 

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

 

*)         Day #84 of no talking during any shared programming while watching enjoyable DVR commercial-free entertainment.

 

*)         Day #10 without disciplining neighborhood children. One-year vow of silence. I owe it to myself. I love it.

 

*)         Day #2 without verbal swear words. I like it.

 

*)         Day #367 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

 

*)         Day #788 without white or brown sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

 

*)         Day #219 without a cigarette: I like it.

 

*)         Day #128 without yells or screams or shrieks at Eric. I love it. No, we don’t have “marital problems.” We have miscommunication challenges about “distribution of labor” and equal domestic partnership challenges about who’s going to sweep or cook or do laundry or once per week give our doggie a bath or vacuum or shake out rugs or clean windows or dust shelves or change out the bedding or grocery shop, or, or, or… etc., etc., etc… How Annoying!

 

*)         Week #8 without stress: We owe it to ourselves. I love it. Yes, now Eric fights me. I don’t fight Eric anymore. Why bother? I’ve said mostly all for which’s required to be said.

 

*)         Blood Pressure: 111/67 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (04/01/16)

 

*)         Week #79 work on 245 cholesterol (new #) as of June 2, 2015. I love inexpensive vegan food.

 

            HDL Cholesterol 50

 

            Triglycerides 241 H

 

            LDL-Cholesterol 147 H

           

*)         Month #22 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty-three and a half (23 ½”) natural inch high waist without a corset. Yes!

 

*)         Week #40 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

 

*)         Week #26 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

 

*)         Week #31 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.) To my personal chemistry and brains and mind this one single daily pill is exactly like three continuous cocktails “pumped” directly into my bloodstream 24/7. However, I’m not supposed to write about it thus I shan’t. No, I don’t skip one single dosage. I’m addicted exactly as when any baby is addicted to sugar candy.

 

Thursday, April 21, 2016

 

“Better be met by a bear robbed of her cubs than by a fool in his folly.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated,, King, Richardson & CO,. Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

 

Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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Death of the American Elder

 

Part III

 

Continuation…

 

Cantankerous Hostess

 

          On the night of Tuesday, April 5, 2016 at about 9:00pm local news time right before I retired to my 1.5 hour nightly hygienic routine I paused in the living room and asked my hostess about how her professionally paid cleaning woman was able to get ‘a’ 2.5 hour job done in only 2 hours.

 

          My hostess went tightlipped on me and for a short while she refused to answer my direct question by not giving me a straight answer.

 

          Regretfully she wasted my time.

 

          Yes, I continued to press my hostess about how my hostess’s professionally paid cleaning woman had actually washed the curtains on the north side wall of the house in only 2 hours rather than in 2.5 hours.

 

          In a roundabout way my hostess gave an answer about how her cleaning woman had indeed washed the curtains since my hostess had actually seen her take down and re-hanged the curtains.

 

          My hostess insisted I go smell the curtains thus I did.

 

          The curtains smelled quite freshly clean.

 

          My question wasn’t if the cleaning woman had or had not washed the curtains.

 

          My question was precisely about how the cleaning woman did possibly get 2.5 hours of work done in 2 hours.

 

          My question was more precisely about how half an hour could be accounted for.

 

          Still yet I continued to press my hostess about the issue at hand about a missing half an hour of time until my hostess gave in under my pressure and directly lied to me about how the cleaning woman had placed the curtains into the wash before we sat down to one hour of coffee and socialization with the cleaning woman.

 

          It was not physically possible thus I gave a rebuttal in return and corrected my hostess about how mathematically impossible it would’ve been for the cleaning woman to have put in a load of laundry into the washing machine before we all sat down to coffee at the kitchen table since neither did I hear the washing machine run while we drank our coffee nor had the cleaning woman ever left my line-of-sight from the moment the cleaning woman arrived through the front door until the cleaning woman departed the table to go and attend to her professional cleaning duties.

 

          After I corrected my hostess about how I would eventually figure out the mathematics she finally ‘coughed up’ the real answer and told me the cleaning woman had put the curtains to half cycle wash instead of at full cycle.

 

          Okay. We got someplace with a direct and truthful answer.

 

          Throughout the week my hostess would continually get tightlipped on me whenever she thought she possessed more power to knowledge than me thus her concealment of information made her a bad example to mature adulthood and brought out her greed and self-interest (lies) to fulfill some nagging mad and angry hatred inside of her cantankerous self.

 

          She was as dull as a rusty blade with all of her mean-spirited and hateful disposition to entertain a kind and quiet guest who worked for free only to continuously be abused by the hostess.

 

~~~

 

Cleaning Mice Droppings

Isn’t My Idea of a Good Time

In Anybody’s Book

 

            On the evening of Tuesday, April 5, 2016 at the supper table while we dined on hamburgers my hostess continually kept telling me how “crazy” she thought I was to go to somebody else’s house and clean their kitchen.

 

            It was obvious she liked to call me “crazy.” I kept quiet.

 

            My hostess’s demeaning behavior and outward insults made me subtly and emotionally withdraw from her for the second time in the same day.

 

            In my mind’s eye I escaped to a hill made of soft green grass with bright colorful kites flying overhead while in the background my hostess’s voice drowned out my mental sanctuary since deep down inside she knew very well cleaning out her kitchen cabinets filled with dead spiders and cobwebs and bugs and mice droppings and 78 year old dust wasn’t my idea of a good time in anybody’s book.

 

            She nagged about how “crazy” I was yet she was the crazy one to even so much as suggested to me to clean out her kitchen cabinets after I had said ‘no’ to her for 2 straight years until she wore me down and I said yes out of pity for her. I thought she had gone bat-crap crazy by asking me to clean out her mice droppings.

 

            She showed her true colors as an unfortunate ingrate.

 

            For 2 straight years even though it had been her idea to beg to me the proposition and offer to visit her for one week and clean out her mice poop infested kitchen cabinets I still had refused her offer up until March 2016, however, on such a particular Tuesday of spring break while we dined together alone I had more class and style than she did not to mention how out of bounds she was to get personal with me while she called me “crazy” to my face and attacked my hard work ethic and overall integrity as a non-paid volunteer worker while she abused me and accused me of supposedly stealing her worthless possessions and useless broken down junky property.

 

            She had the gall.

 

            It was apparent she was outwardly cruel since she’s ever as unhappy as she allows herself to be.

 

            My hostess loved to get small and subtle and weirdly psychological mean-spirited personal digs-in at me to make me smaller than she when in actuality I was the bigger person and the one doing all of the work and none of the belittling or name calling or bullying or empty chatter and insignificant incessant (ceaseless) talk or empty demands or useless commands to agree to insane conversations about her innate power struggles as a woman lacking all power in the world.

 

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Directed Personal Insults

Bad Hostess

‘Down Girl Down’

 

            On Wednesday, April 6, 2016 mid-morning my hostess finally offered to dry some dishes for about 30 minutes.

 

            While at the sink I took the opportunity to correct my hostess about how she was the “crazy” one to suggest or propose to me to clean out her entire kitchen cabinets.

 

            She snapped back like a snapping turtle and wanted to know when she had asked me to clean out her mice poop filled cabinets and I earnestly answered her.

 

            In a patient voice I explained to my hostess about how she’d asked me to clean out her entire kitchen for the past 2 years and how it took an entire year to arrive at a decision between Eric and myself and how finally Eric told me not to go to her house and clean out her kitchen, however, I felt obligated and obliged with a huge party coming up and all.

 

            “Well, I can’t be expected to remember everything.” She barked back like the she is.

 

            Absolutely I agreed with her, however, I reminded her I wasn’t the crazy one.

 

            If I were “crazy” then she was even crazier for asking in the first place and inconveniencing me and putting me out.

 

            Not once ever in the entire week did she call me “crazy” again.

 

            Whew!

 

~~~

 

‘She was a Mean Old Goat!’

 

            On Wednesday, April 6, 2016 around 11:30am my hostess demanded I grocery shop for her since we were already going into town at 2:45pm of the same Wednesday spring break afternoon.

 

            My hostess informed me about how she’d made a grocery list and she implored she pay for the groceries, however, she didn’t have any cash on her thus she demanded I take her cash card and purchase her groceries.

 

            Immediately I piped up and informed my hostess I had cash and I would pay for the groceries since I was quite uncomfortable going into any grocery store with the strong possibility I might get arrested paying for groceries with another woman’s cash card since I’m a woman of color and when one’s of darker pigmentation then there’s no room for errors.

 

            She insisted I take her cash card and wouldn’t hear about it since she thought of me as ‘white’ (Caucasian) and I didn’t even look “colored.” (Hyperbole: I almost fell over backwards when she did factually call me “colored.”)

 

            My hostess continued to nonchalantly throw around the word “colored” as she had also thrown around the word “crazy” 15 times the night before during the previous night’s supper.

 

            Inside all of my hostess’s subtle nuance and ambivalent racist belligerence I could piece together she understood and very well knew she ought not to call me “colored” not even as a comparison, however, she seemed to love the subtle dig she made directly and personally at me.

 

            She finally showed me the type of coward she was.

 

            It would have been way better to have my hostess come out and straight to my face called me a “nigger” rather than feign ignorance.

 

            Each time she used the word “colored” she deeply searched my face for any sight of pain. I concealed my winces from her as best I could since I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction to make any type of comparisons between my skin tone and anybody else’s skin tone and get away with glee.

 

            In agreement I told her if I were to be incarcerated for paying for her groceries with her cash card then she’d have to put up the bail money. Fair enough. We agreed to it.

 

            On her cash card I placed and made her pay for my toothpaste for having the gall to call me “colored” 8 times to my face on the morning of the same afternoon’s grocery shopping excursion and the favor to take her to her physical therapist’s appointment.

 

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Self-Interested Liars

 

‘Liar, liar pants on fire!’

 

            By 8:00am on Thursday, April 7, 2016 my hostess lashed out at me and told me I was responsible for the “rift” in her family and I was the cause of all of the family’s problems.

 

            Eric texted me and told me my hostess’s daughter had run away from the entire family decades and long before I’d ever shown up.

 

            Eric told me to hang in there since my hostess was lashing out at me for her real deep unhappiness.

 

            What a mean…

 

            By Thursday night my hostess insinuated I was “stupid.”

 

            At noon on Friday, April 8, 2016 I informed my hostess she wouldn’t ever get another official holiday together with either Eric or me since I trumped her in my marriage.

 

            She did get the memorandum she didn’t get anymore say as to how or where or when Eric and I spent our free time since within the past 2015 year we’d only seen my family 3 times in one year and Eric had only seen his In-Law’s twice.

 

            On Friday early lunch my hostess called me “foolish” for doing anything nice for her and others.

 

            On Friday by the middle of lunch my hostess confessed how much she’d hated her Mother for having my hostess be forced to live with her Mother and my hostess’s now 30 years dead husband.

 

            My hostess unloaded as much hatred upon me as she could muster.

 

            By the end of lunch on Friday my hostess called me a “sucker” for cleaning her kitchen or ever helping anybody out.

 

            On Friday after lunch I officially quit volunteer work for such any cruel and mean-spirited person such as my hostess who wouldn’t stop belittling me even though I respectfully continued to correct her bad social misbehaviors and asked her to please not call me names.

 

            She didn’t deserve for anybody to do anything kind for her much less continue to inhale 78 year old dust along with smelling mouse droppings.

 

            My hostess turned into a complete animal and forgot all of her manners while at one point she screamed at the top of her lungs directly at me and pointed her pointer-finger at me while she screamed the following words, “I wish you hadn’t married Eric since family means so much to us.”

 

            She implied family didn’t mean anything to me.

 

            She assumed too much.

 

            Finally she admitted how she actually felt about me because I wouldn’t give her what her child-like dispositions wanted, our holidays and our free-time off.

 

            Within 1 minute of her abuse I quoted directly back at her face her own words to eat whole.

 

            Immediately she began and continued to deny her very own words towards and about me, “I never said that.” She proclaimed yet deep down inside she knew she had blurred it out the very words to hurt me as deeply as she could since I wouldn’t ever budge ever again about any holidays since holidays belong to the spouse and not to anybody else.

 

            She did and she had indeed and in fact said what she had said about me and Eric about how she wished I hadn’t ever married Eric.

 

            She broke my heart not because of what she had said to me.

 

            She broke my heart because after 8 years of bowing down to her demands and harsh personal dig-in about me personally I still continued to help her out in any way possible with her home only to discover my hostess was as mean as a rabid dog and a liar and sneaky about her abusive methods.

 

            Directly I looked her in the eye and said to her, “You’re a liar.”

 

            Truly she was a liar and a good one who tends to manipulate people and situations to get free servants to kowtow to her almost every need since she’s a princess. I can’t believe I was sucker enough to wash 14 loads of her laundry in one single weekend since her clothes had 1” dust on them. I ought to have her looked at bad as her home had 1 month ago.

 

            Yes, I’m now the Alpha dog in her family.

 

            For as long as I live I shan’t ever clean anybody else’s house even if they were to anecdotally lay in a pool of their own blood and had a strong urge or desire to have me clean them up.

 

            Any woman who no longer produces pheromones has no say in any matter about anything. It’s the cycle of life.

 

            Since I’m at the prime of my life and my tubes aren’t tied and we’re ready to possibly reproduce within the next year then I’m now Alpha. I don’t ever have to lift another finger to clean up others’ messes or wipe their mouths not for as long as I live anyway unless they’re my own children otherwise anybody else must thoroughly wipe their own rear ends since I’m out.

 

            Her and her family’s emotional reign of terror is now officially over.

 

            Kindness prevails.

 

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Is it Alzheimer’s?

 

            On Wednesday night of spring break week my hostess informed me she hadn’t ever cooked chicken in her 60 bragging years of cooking. Another lie of many.

 

            On Wednesday around dinner time I was upstairs on the phone when my hostess screamed and screamed for me to get downstairs. I thought she’d fallen and broken a hip, however, impatiently her needy disposition wanted me to cook dinner since she manipulatively told me she hadn’t ever cooked chicken in her life. I cooked the chicken.

 

            My hostess hardly ever gave me a spear minute to collect myself after I’d washed her underwear and socks.

 

            Perhaps, she’s gone senile and doesn’t know it yet.

 

            Before I left to depart for the Twin Cities Saturday, April 9, 2016 I directly told my hostess to her face she was the worst hostess I’d ever visited.

 

            My hostess has been informed we shan’t visit anymore ever again other than overnight visits from Saturday afternoons to Sunday’s at noon or sooner departure if any other guests are to visit on Sundays when we’re there then we’ll leave since we don’t want to entertain her other guests.

 

            Furthermore, I also informed our hostess she shan’t put us to work anymore while or during anymore of our visits.

 

            If she can’t keep her house in order on her own then either she has to ask her eldest son who holds “power of attorney” to do her chores or have her pay for cleaning maintenance or professional cleaners to clean after her home since we’re no longer her servants and have now finally begun to be guests for the first time in one entire decade we get to sit back and relax.

 

            Otherwise, we’ll pack up and immediate leave since working on weekends isn’t our idea of a good time in anybody’s book no matter how bossy or underhandedly mean or demanding or panicked the requests might get.

 

 

            Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

Word Count Goal: 1,000

 

 Word Count: 2,835

 

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

 

This Week’s Total Word Count: 6,836 + 2,835 = 9,671

           

 

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

 

*)         Day #83 of no talking during any shared programming while watching enjoyable DVR commercial-free entertainment.

 

*)         Day #9 without disciplining neighborhood children. One-year vow of silence. I owe it to myself. I love it.

 

*)         Day #1 without verbal swear words. I like it.

 

*)         Day #366 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

 

*)         Day #787 without white or brown sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

 

*)         Day #218 without a cigarette: I like it.

 

*)         Day #127 without yells or screams or shrieks at Eric. I love it. No, we don’t have “marital problems.” We have miscommunication challenges about “distribution of labor” and equal domestic partnership challenges about who’s going to sweep or cook or do laundry or once per week give our doggie a bath or vacuum or shake out rugs or clean windows or dust shelves or change out the bedding or grocery shop, or, or, or… etc., etc., etc… How Annoying!

 

*)         Week #8 without stress: We owe it to ourselves. I love it. Yes, now Eric fights me. I don’t fight Eric anymore. Why bother? I’ve said mostly all for which’s required to be said.

 

*)         Blood Pressure: 111/67 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (04/01/16)

 

*)         Week #79 work on 245 cholesterol (new #) as of June 2, 2015. I love inexpensive vegan food.

 

            HDL Cholesterol 50

 

            Triglycerides 241 H

 

            LDL-Cholesterol 147 H

           

*)         Month #22 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty-three and a half (23 ½”) natural inch high waist without a corset. Yes!

 

*)         Week #40 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

 

*)         Week #26 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

 

*)         Week #31 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.) To my personal chemistry and brains and mind this one single daily pill is exactly like three continuous cocktails “pumped” directly into my bloodstream 24/7. However, I’m not supposed to write about it thus I shan’t. No, I don’t skip one single dosage. I’m addicted exactly as when any baby is addicted to sugar candy.

 

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

 

“The wicked can’t conceal his wickedness, nor the fool his folly.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Shibboleth (criterion, test)

 

He was subjected to ridicule because of his ignorance of that social shibboleth.

 

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Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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Death of the American Elder

 

Part II

 

Continuation…

 

            On Tuesday, April 5, 2016 I woke up at 6:00am and by 7:00am I had a quick and simple breakfast of bitter dark black coffee with a piece of whole wheat toast and butter spread across it as well as 3 small mini size donut holes then by 8:15am I was fully dressed without my teeth brushed or my face washed.

 

            At 8:15am I began to pull out the dishes from 4 upper cupboard kitchen cabinets on the north side of the house as well as wiped down each shelf inside each of the cabinets and wiped all of the inside and outside cabinet doors and inner walls of the cabinets as well as the under shelves.

 

            The 78 year old shelves were filled with splinters.

 

            My hands were cut raw.

 

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Tuesday’s 3 Hours

Of Morning Kitchen Work

 

            The Monday night before I went to bed my hostess informed me her professional weekly paid cleaning woman would be in on Tuesday morning around 8:15am.

 

            From 8:15am to 9:15am steadily I spent an entire hour removing dishes from the cupboards as well as washing dusty dishes and drying dishes by hand until the professional cleaning woman arrived at 9:15am.

 

            We greeted the professional cleaning woman at the front door along with the mailman who happened to arrive at the same time as she did.

 

            The mailman greeted us all, set down the mail on top of a television stand next to the front door and soon afterwards left.

 

            The cleaning woman and my hostess and Freeway and I all together adjourned into the kitchen and sat down at the kitchen table to an hour long coffee session and donuts and chocolate chip cookies.

 

            The professional cleaning woman arrived at 9:15am and not once did she leave my line-of-sight directly from the front door into the kitchen directly to the kitchen table through an entire hour’s entertainment of coffee and donuts and cookies while we discussed her 3 daughters home-schooling and such life events.

 

            At 10:15am after coffee for 2 straight hours I proceeded to wash and dry more dishes by hand and set them on top of kitchen counters to wait to place the dishes back into the cupboards exactly where my hostess wanted them.

 

            At 10:15am I quickly took the opportunity to brush my teeth and washed my face before anything else were asked of me.

 

            After the professional cleaning woman left at exactly 12:15pm then my hostess and I went back into the kitchen to have my hostess sit down on a wooden chair at the kitchen table and precisely and exactly dictate to me as to where each and every single dish were to be placed and how she needed them to be placed to her specific and particular satisfaction.

 

            For 15 minutes my hostess precisely dictated to me while she continued to chatter about almost nearly each single piece of dish and where it came from and its origin of history while I quietly did get through the process as fast as I did without asking any questions as not to further incite anymore unnecessary stories since I labored terrible hard rather than lounge around and listen to stories as a guest.

 

            It took 15 minutes to put back the dishes to 4 separate upper north wall kitchen cabinets with 3 separate shelves inside each of the cabinets with each separate cabinet doors which took me 3 hours to wash each dish by hand with severe Carpal Tunnel Syndrome pain and not once did I complain to my hostess who had no idea or clue as to how much pain my wrists were in or how badly my wrists hurt.

 

            When we were done with the history lesson about my hostess’s nearly each dish on the upper cupboards of the north wall kitchen cabinets then I set out lunch as well as set the table.

 

            At 12:30pm we sat down to lunch and my hostess chatted away for a complete and full 15 minutes without taking a breath throughout the entire meal.

 

            Quickly I became rather exhausted to hear her go on as such more so than I’d been patient through 3 hours of washing and drying dishes.

 

            We sat down to lunch at exactly 12:30pm.

 

            We were done with lunch at exactly 12:45pm.

 

            After we ate I quietly cleared the table and its leftover contents and politely excused myself and went upstairs and took an hour long nap until 1:45pm.

 

            After my nap Freeway and I went back downstairs and continued with the rest last upper kitchen cupboard cabinet left to clean out on kitchen’s north wall which contained legal and outdated dead relatives’ papers, coupons and receipts.

 

            We spent the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening while my hostess sat on a kitchen wooden chair at the kitchen table as she went through each and every single piece of paper while I ripped up outdated financial statements and neatly organized papers into folders and placed the folders exactly where my hostess directed me to place each and any single piece of paper to her heart’s desire back into the last upper kitchen cupboard cabinet.

 

            It was one of the dullest activities in the entire world.

 

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3 Hours of Afternoon

Shredded Outdated Papers

By Hand

With Carpal Tunnel Syndrome

 

            From 2:00pm to 5:00pm on the Tuesday of spring break we went through my hostess’s outdated financial papers and outdated dead relatives’ wills of people past and long gone for over 30, 40, 50 years while my hostess held any strong desire to tell me about each and every single outdated coupon and receipt and paper she’d ever saved over the course of 30 years which was quite impolite of her to do so.

 

            She talked my ear off.

 

            Quietly I ripped away papers since she refused to make use of her paper shredder. I was at her disposal while she went through each piece of paper and handed it to me to rip and place into a large black tall kitchen garbage bag while my Carpal Tunnel wrists throbbed from continuous pain.

 

            Nonstop for 3 straight hours my hostess told me the story of each piece of paper.

 

            Throughout the morning and afternoon and evening both my hostess’s cell phone and main house phone continually rang and my hostess kept demanding I not only answer her 2 phones also to have me place back her cell phone inside her purse (which made me extremely uncomfortable) as well place her house phone back on its “cradle.”

 

            Therefore while I cleaned cabinets and ripped papers I also hopped around like a little bunny rabbit either getting up or down from a chair to go and run and get her cell phone or her main house phone each time either one of them rang.

 

            She unnecessarily exhausted me so.

 

            She thought of me more as a “mule” or “workhorse” or “whipping boy” than a human with only so much energy to spare in one single day.

 

            It was absolutely rude of my hostess to have me be her private phone go-getter and “errand boy.”

 

            Phones are personal and private business and one ought to get up from hence one sits to answer their own phone or don’t answer the phone at all if one doesn’t desire to walk across the room to answer one’s phone or if one’s inconvenienced by the ring of a phone then leave the phone to ring and go straight to voice mail.

 

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The Last North Wall Kitchen Cabinet’s Fiasco

 

            Finally around 4:30pm we made headway with my hostess’s outdated dead relatives’ wills and old financial papers.

 

            At the end of 3 hours of shredding papers by hand we encountered cheap rusty inexpensive foreign coins of no consequence or value or use to anybody much less me.

 

            Yes, I would know what coins are worth in value since at one point in my life for over 20 years I did take up the hobby to collect rare and expensive foreign coins.

 

            No, I neither have my former world renowned rare foreign coin collection any longer nor do I anymore care to collect rare and expensive foreign coins either.

 

            Towards the end of our organizing and by hand shredding session my hostess furiously fast passed me old buttons with pictures of her family members or outdated cheap plastic festival pins I placed inside a large Ziploc bag placed on the second shelf of the last upper kitchen cabinet.

 

            My hostess also handed to me 30 year old wallets I placed inside a basket on the third shelf of the last cabinet on the north kitchen wall.

 

            On Tuesday, April 5th, 2016 I literally and consecutively inhaled 6 hours of cabinet dust. By nighttime the center of my chest felt as though it had gone up on fire.

 

            At the end of 3 straight hours of afternoon work I moved quickly in my body to orderly put anything back up on the shelves and finish up and put dinner on the table by no later than 5:30pm.

 

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A Debacle of a Coin Mystery Unfolds

 

            Near 5:00pm suddenly and out of nowhere a mystery occurs and 3 inexpensive foreign rusty coins go missing.

 

            Yes, I looked and looked for the worthless coins at the insistence of my hostess yet I had no clue what she went on and on about.

 

            Yes, finally I began to get frantic because my hostess became frantic by the 3 cheap missing rusty coins I had last seen in her right hand as she looked them over while I stood high up on a chair and placed my hostess’s 30 year dead husband’s brother’s outdated will up on the top shelf of the last cabinet on the north wall thus because she panicked I pulled each last item out of the last north wall upper kitchen cabinet which I had already neatly placed most items back and had them put away.

 

            Yes, I began to search each single piece of paper and looked inside folders while my hostess continually spoke about the 3 missing foreign coins she had neither ever directly handed to me nor placed inside of my hands yet she was sure she had handed the coins to me which factually she had not.

 

            Yes, I was on top of a chair 8 feet away from my hostess at the moment the coins went missing.

 

            Yes, I felt immensely small since my hostess didn’t literally address the issue at hand or directly accuse me of supposedly stealing her inexpensive and cheap and useless property yet her entire body language instantaneously and negatively changed towards me and silently she accused me of being a thief which was wrong of her to do without neither any evidence or the courage to come out in the open and say what was on her mind or what her physical language conveyed.

 

            She was mean.

 

            She ever so badly wanted to punish me without any crime committed.

 

            My hostess was cruel in her immensity to crush me and make me feel as small as she could make me feel to supposedly ‘find me out’ for the thief her delusional thoughts became about me.

 

            She broke my heart in such a moment. I held back hot silent tears and quietly went deeply into myself. I emotionally removed myself from the room and disappeared into an open field of blue sky and rays of sunshine while in the background her words drowned out my mind’s visuals.

 

            The more she talked the less I liked her.

 

            My hostess didn’t even so much as have the courage to come out and tell me what exactly she thought of me or how she maltreated me or persecuted me as though I had supposedly stolen her 3 cheap foreign coins still yet her physical body language and posture and demeanor became colder by the minute as she defiantly crossed her arms in front of her chest and became hostile and distant towards me.

 

            She wanted to whip me as hard as she could.

 

            Yes, I could tell she thought I had stolen her cheap coins.

 

            Furthermore she seemed to think I supposedly either on purpose lost the 3 cheap foreign coins or took the coins for myself which isn’t the truth.

 

            My entire week’s work wardrobe was more expensive than all of her furniture put together in her house.

 

            Yes, I could tell she thought I was supposedly a thief which I’m not. I’ve factually proven time and time again I’m no thief.

 

            She wished she could find justifiable cause to blame me for her overall life’s unhappiness.

 

            She seemed as angry as he whipped frenzy thus she could’ve had a good excuse to deeply hurt me while I worked like a dog for her without pay.

 

            She thought she had finally caught me in some act which wasn’t true.

 

            Yes, I was mortified of her concocted delusions.

 

            No, neither did I take her useless foreign coins nor did I lose them on purpose to make her angry or upset her in any way nor had I ever even held the 3 cheap foreign coins in my hands.

 

~~~

 

She’s Lost Her Marbles

 

Colloquialisms

 

            At exactly 5:00pm I finished placing back all of the last cabinet’s contents.

 

            Finally I had to stop the madness and took a seat at one end of the table across from my hostess’s usual seat at the table and drank water while she quietly yet furiously paced the kitchen back and forth as both my judge and jury ready to hang me for something I’d not ever done yet she was convinced I was on trial and in dire need to be convicted by her own hand.

 

            For the first time in two days she finally went silent for more than a minute. I was relieved to hear silence.

 

            While she paced her kitchen in anger I directly and clearly spoke up and boldly told her I didn’t have any reason to steal any of her private property or otherwise and without any offense to her personally I explained to her she didn’t own anything worth of any value other than memories therefore it was double the reason not to supposedly thief from her as she incorrectly thought I had done so which I hadn’t thus I’m writing this down as a public record as a Maya scribe to record for all time.

 

            Immediately she calmed down a little. I directly told her if I were ever to want any of her property then I would be wise and forthcoming and brave enough to directly go to her and ask her permission to have the opportunity to possibly own anything of hers much less have the audacity to borrow it anything at all.

 

            My entire week’s “Armani” work wardrobe was more expensive than all of the furniture in her house. I have no need to thief from any of my hostess’s since I’m wealthy and I wouldn’t even know how to steal a pen from a bank.

 

            She looked to crush my spirits because either she’s naturally cruel or going Alzheimer’s.

 

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“Whipping Boy” and “Workhorse” and “Entertainer”

Incessant Chatter

 

            At 5:00pm or near the time I jumped into the shower since I was covered in dust from head-to-toe.

 

            My eyes were bright red and my entire body ached.

 

            At 5:28pm I arrived at the local liquor store and picked up 2 hamburgers I purchased for our dinner even though my hostess not once offered to pay for our dinner nor did I expect her to pay either since she doesn’t have a history of paying for any of our meals while we’re guests at her house.

 

            When I arrived back at my hostess’s home then I set the table and my hostess talked all through our dinner. I cleaned up the dishes and threw away the leftovers, changed Freeway’s water.

 

            After dinner we retired to the living room while my hostess spoke all through the entire television programs and none stop needed for me to get her this or that.

 

            Not once in my life have I ever been as exhausted as I’d been with this particular demanding hostess. I tried to go and take care of my hygienic personal needs, however, my hostess seemed not to socially allow for me to at all be on my own thus I was bound to her side for the rest of the evening until she exhausted each square inch of my body with her incent and useless chatter about nothing.

 

            Not only had I been her “whipping boy” and “workhorse” all day long she also expected me to take care of each meal and take care of her personal needs as well as entertain her in the evenings.

 

            She was the dullest person I’d ever met and had the terrible opportunity to spend any time with her.

 

~~~

 

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

 

Went through the Garbage

To Prove to my Hostess

I’m neither a Thief nor a Liar

 

Dehumanized

 

            People will sure demean others if one allows for it.

 

            On Wednesday, April 6, 2016 I awoke at 6am and had the same breakfast as the day before and began kitchen work at 8am until my hostess came into the kitchen and I cleared the entire contents of the previous day’s garbage unto the kitchen floor for the purpose to have my hostess watch and witness me go through every single piece of garbage to make sure I hadn’t thrown away the previous day’s 3 supposedly missing worthless foreign coins.

 

            My hostess demeaned my spirits and was incredibly disrespectful towards me and my person.

 

            After going through the entire contents of the tall black garbage bag one piece at a time then I excused myself to vacuum the living room to get a breather from my hostess and ho-and-behold there over one of the living room arm rocking chairs were a pair of blue stained pants my hostess had worn the day before.

 

            The blue pants over the rocking arm chair were flipped with the pockets upside down and on the green carpeted floor lay 3 worthless foreign coins. My heart sank.

 

            Yes, I vacuumed around the worthless coins and left them on the carpeted floor for her to find.

 

            The matter was no further discussed for the rest of the week.

 

            On the Wednesday of spring break I set my alarm to noon thus I could place lunch and be done eating by no later than 12:30pm since my hostess has the tendency to inhale her food whole thus I had enough time to put myself in the shower and dress and get ready to drive my hostess into town for her second physical therapist’s session of the week.

 

            We we’re to strictly leave my hostess’s house at 2:45pm. I was going to be ready on time even if it meant cutting out my own throat.

 

            From 8am to 12:00pm I cleared out and washed and dried all of the dishes of the bottom cupboards of the kitchen’s north wall.

 

 

            Yours Truly;

 

            Gabriel

 

 

Word Count Goal: 1,400

 

Word Count: 3,236

 

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

 

This Week’s Total Word Count: 702 + 2,898 = 3,600 + 3,236 = 6,836

           

 

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

 

*)         Day #82 of no talking during any shared programming while watching enjoyable DVR commercial-free entertainment.

 

*)         Day #8 without disciplining neighborhood children. One-year vow of silence. I owe it to myself. I love it.

 

*)         Day #3 without verbal swear words. I like it.

 

*)         Day #365 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

 

*)         Day #786 without white or brown sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

 

*)         Day #217 without a cigarette: I like it.

 

*)         Day #126 without yells or screams or shrieks at Eric. I love it. No, we don’t have “marital problems.” We have miscommunication challenges about “distribution of labor” and equal domestic partnership challenges about who’s going to sweep or cook or do laundry or once per week give our doggie a bath or vacuum or shake out rugs or clean windows or dust shelves or change out the bedding or grocery shop, or, or, or… etc., etc., etc… How Annoying!

 

*)         Week #8 without stress: We owe it to ourselves. I love it. Yes, now Eric fights me. I don’t fight Eric anymore. Why bother? I’ve said mostly all for which’s required to be said.

 

*)         Blood Pressure: 111/67 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (04/01/16)

 

*)         Week #79 work on 245 cholesterol (new #) as of June 2, 2015. I love inexpensive vegan food.

 

            HDL Cholesterol 50

 

            Triglycerides 241 H

 

            LDL-Cholesterol 147 H

           

*)         Month #22 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty-three and a half (23 ½”) natural inch high waist without a corset. Yes!

 

*)         Week #40 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

 

*)         Week #26 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

 

*)         Week #31 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.) To my personal chemistry and brains and mind this one single daily pill is exactly like three continuous cocktails “pumped” directly into my bloodstream 24/7. However, I’m not supposed to write about it thus I shan’t. No, I don’t skip one single dosage. I’m addicted exactly as when any baby is addicted to sugar candy.

 

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

 

“Man is wise only while he searches for wisdom; if he thinks he has found it, he is a fool.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

“You do not wake up one morning a bad person. It happens by a thousand tiny surrenders of self-respect to self-interest.”

--- Robert Brault

 

“The measure of a man's real character is what he would do if he knew he never would be found out.

--- Thomas Babington Macaulay

 

“The world is not fair, and often fools, cowards, liars and the selfish hide in high places.”

--- Bryant H. Mcgill

 

“Be kind to unkind people; they need it the most!”

--- Buddhism

 

“Being nice to those who treat you badly isn't being fake. Your spiritual maturity has risen above the desire for vengeance.”

--- Michael Binot

 

“Never respond to rudeness. When people are rude to you, they reveal who they are, not who you are. Don't take it personally be silent.”

--- Unknown

 

Debonair (affable, graceful, and gray)

 

The debonair manner in which he greeted the guests was surprising.

 

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Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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Death of the American Elder

 

Part I

 

            My spring break 2016 was awash.

 

            My spring break 2016 was one of the top three worst weeks of my life.

 

            Over spring break 2016 I learned elderly American people don’t know anything about anything except elderly American people know much about their concocted delusions of grandeur.

 

            American elderly don’t have any wisdom to bestow.

 

            American elderly are elderly and needy and willing to take advantage of anybody who might lend specific physical help.

 

            American elderly often tend to be self-centered and selfish and rude and deeply unhappy and uncaring towards others.

 

            American elderly aren’t much good for anything other than to dump their unhappiness upon others while one serves elderly hand-and-foot.

 

            Even if one were to fulfill mostly each and every need of the elderly it shan’t ever be good enough thus don’t ever even offer to get up from hence one sits or try to make any unhappy or miserable elderly people happy since nothing much will ever console the deep gaping emotional wounds of any resentful or bitter or regretful bleeding hearts such as the hearts of elderly American people.

 

            American elderly are tyrannical children in dire need of a time out from their egos and self-centeredness.

 

            American elderly don’t know anything.

 

            American elderly are left in the dark to wander the desert for 40 years in need of a place to call home.

 

            American elderly are great and popular with company yet mean-spirited and demanding and demeaning and racist and cold-hearted and calculating in private.

 

            American elderly are losers in their own right.

 

            American elderly don’t have anything important to contribute.

 

            Like dry-drunks American elderly take and take and take time and energy away from others’ lives yet the American elderly doesn’t have any matching qualities or contributions to match in kind.

 

            American elderly are bossy and cruel and bullies and lash out when elderly won’t get their way or can’t get others to agree to their outdated or old fashioned dusty ideals about the world since the era of doilies are now forever gone.

 

            American elderly are demeaning and demanding and exhausting.

 

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Spring Break 2016

(Saturday, April 2, 2016-Saturday, April 9, 2016)

           

            On Saturday, April 2nd, 2016 Eric and I along with Freeway (our dog) arrived at our hostess’s house.

 

            On Saturday Eric drove an extra 40 miles to take our hostess grocery shopping and back after we drove 2.5 hours to arrive at our hostess’s home to visit her as house guests.

 

            While Eric and our hostess were gone I vacuumed the entire upstairs second half floor since the carpet were filled with dead large black flies in all of the guest bedrooms and hallway and carpeted stairs.

 

            As well I dusted all of the 3 upstairs guest bedroom’s furniture since the dust was an inch thick.

 

            Changed out the garbage can liners and vacuumed the entire downstairs since our hostess had salt on her front stoop which did get dragged into the house and across the entire length of the living room floor. I didn’t want Freeway to step on the salt with his bare little paws thus I took it upon myself to vacuum each and every single day we were guests at our hostess’s home for the health and benefit of Freeway.

 

            By the time Eric and our hostess returned from the megastore warehouse shopping trip we had 30 minutes for a small nap then we called and ordered dinner from the local bar and for the first time in 3 years our hostess paid for dinner even though we always pay then Eric picked-up the order and drove our food back to our hostess’s home and I set the table and we contentedly ate our food.

 

~~~

 

            On Sunday, April 3rd, 2016 both Eric and I cleaned out 10 upstairs guest bedroom drawers full of mice droppings and thirty years of dusty memorabilia.

 

            The guest bedroom we occupied had built-in dresser drawers.

 

            However, we emptied out all of the drawers filled with 30 year’s worth of trash and some keepsake photographs and albums and personal Ancestor’s diaries.

 

            We disposed of an entire tall black kitchen garbage bag filled with old sweaters Eric’s ex-wife left behind to collect mice droppings and 30 year old prescription glasses as well as dealt with the fiber glass installation coming through the back wall of the dresser drawers as well as Eric properly nailed-in the built-in back into proper place.

 

            Since I didn’t want to live out-of-suitcases for an entire 7 days I took it upon myself to deal with mice droppings and clean out our hostess’s dusty old guest bedroom dresser drawers thus I wouldn’t feel like a vagabond burned-out hobo riding the rails rather than to perform the duties of any proper organized guest with properly aligned and newly papered dresser drawers and clean laundered folded clothes each day.

 

~~~

 

First Lies

 

            On Monday, April 4rd, 2016 Eric left to return to work and back to the Twin Cities to our home.

 

            Eric left our hostess’s home at 7:30am.

 

            With a heavy heart I let Eric depart for our home.

 

            For the first time in 7 years ever since summer of 2009 when I worked as a volunteer apprentice as a stage rigger to a business man now long gone and dead from prostate cancer it’s been ever since then Eric and I haven’t ever gone separated or apart until now April 2016 still yet Eric and I were once again separated by time, space and distance as we had been in the summer of 2009.

 

            In 7 years we haven’t been separated for one single night.

 

            Since I no longer make documentaries then I don’t have to leave my sanctuary or property or abode (which I do each week) or go anywhere I don’t want to go for any type of work since I now work fulltime from home as a professional writer.

           

            Before Eric departed he asked me if I would be willing to take our hostess into ‘town’ for one physical therapy appointment on the same Monday Eric left.

 

            Eric assured me this would be a onetime deal for the entire week otherwise I wouldn’t have to run any other personal or private errands for our hostess.

 

            Eric informed me both Freeway and I were invited as our hostess’s guests to sit and wait at the physical therapist’s cozy front office waiting area as an official extended invitation per our hostess’s request to sit and wait through the one hour of inconvenience to us while our hostess attended her physical therapy session on us.

 

            Hesitantly I agreed even though I was nervous to drive in the snow and on slush and wet roads and unknown territory to me.

 

            We agreed Freeway would be welcomed inside the physical therapist’s front office waiting area and all was well with the world.

 

            The driving conditions were blizzard filled and snowy at 10:30am on such a Monday morning as we trekked into town for our hostess’s physical therapy appointment.

 

            Even though town is only 8 miles away it’s usually a 2 hour excursion to go there and get back to our hostess’s home again.

 

~~~

 

“Mortar and Base”

 

            For 2 straight years my hostess asked and pleaded and begged and demanded of me to please come and stay with her and clean out her kitchen cabinets filled with mice droppings and dead bugs and outdated food.

 

            For 2 straight years I refused to clean out my hostess’s 78 year old kitchen cabinets filled with cobwebs.

 

            Our hostess wore me down by continually talking and complaining and asking and pleading and commanding for her kitchen cabinets to be cleaned specifically by me.

 

            For one straight year both Eric and I discussed the issue at hand whether I ought to do our hostess the favor to freely without any pay stay over for one week to clean out her kitchen and closets and do insane amounts of housework and laundry for her benefit.

 

            Eric told me not to do it since he already knew our hostess to be “inconsiderate,” a “princess” and “selfish.”

 

            In my entire life the only 3 homes I’ve ever cleaned are my adoptive-mother’s home and Eric and my home and now our hostess’s house.

 

            Our hostess had been laid up for one complete year to the date April 2015 to April 2016 with 2 botched knee surgeries and a broken ankle and a 3rd corrected knee surgery therefore I wanted to do her the honor and the favor to help her out with her mice droppings infested kitchen cabinets before 200 guests arrived at her home for a party.

 

            Even though I over extended myself I didn’t exactly know how the week would unfold thus I went into it with an open mind and an open heart even though immediately I realized I had to guard my heart from our hostess’s needy tendencies to wait on her hand-and-foot.

 

~~~

 

Physical Therapist’s Office

 

Monday, April 4, 2016

10:30am

 

            After we drove straight for eight miles through the middle of a snow storm and blizzard conditions into town and twenty minutes later we arrived at the physical therapist’s office only to discover our hostess wasn’t sure if Freeway was allowed to go inside or not.

 

            At the front doors I asked our hostess, “Would you like us to go home?”

 

            “Yes, go home.” She said and waved us away like cotton picking slaves.

 

            I climbed back into my vehicle and began the 8 mile drive back in the middle of a snow storm only to remember our hostess had forgotten her physical therapy bag and tennis shoes in our backseat thus I turned the car around at a gas station and made my way back to the physical therapist’s place.

 

            When I arrived I parked in handicap since our hostess gave me permission to utilize her handicap parking sticker. I got out and unbuckled Freeway from the backseat and carried him inside along with my “Armani” bag and our hostess’s gym shoes and gym clothes inside her cloth tote bag.

 

            At the front desk I asked where I could find such and such patient by name. I was guided as to where I was to find our hostess thus Freeway and I did go in search of her and did find her.

 

            The reason why I didn’t drive back the 8 miles to our hostess’s home was because Freeway and I would’ve had to immediately turned around from our hostess’s home and headed back to the physical therapist’s office in the middle of a blizzard and snow storm.

 

            None of it made sense to me.

 

            Our hostess didn’t give her guests a single thought.

 

            After the appointment we drove home and on our drive back my hostess informed me I was to drive her to physical therapy twice more on the Wednesday of the same week at 2:45pm and again on Friday at 10:30am.

 

            In a forthcoming manner I told our hostess Eric only mentioned having me drive into town for one physical therapy appointment yet our hostess said, “They told me to come 3 times this week.”

 

            This was the first lie of many selfish lies to unfold for the rest of the week at risk to Freeway and myself driving through blizzard conditions and snowstorms.

 

            Our hostess was incredibly selfish in the sense she made and changed plans according to her benefit and didn’t ask us if we were okay with the change of plans or didn’t even think to ask if we’d like to join her on her private and personal affairs and responsibilities.

 

            Our hostess saw us as empty shells of chauffeurs for her convenience when the last thing I wanted to do was to drive in snow storms and blizzard conditions.

 

~~~

 

Monday, April 4th, 2016

Lunch and Afternoon Activities

 

            Before Eric left to depart back to the Twin Cities it was agreed upon by my hostess and Eric and myself there wouldn’t be any other weekly guests visiting the house other than Freeway and myself to clean and keep company since there was much to get done in such a short period of time.

 

            Our hostess has made it a bad habit of inviting other guests over when we’re over as overnight guests.

 

            For 8 years we’ve addressed the issue with our hostess.

 

            However, our hostess refuses to listen to us and meet our needs as tired overnight guests who are commanded to work the entire time we visit our hostess which isn’t our idea of a fun time to work our weekends away after long professional work weeks in the city.

 

            My hostess offered and agreed to call a professional haircutter to come over to her house on the Friday of such a specific spring break week thus I could get a professional hair cut since I’ve cut my own hair for years now and looked forward to the treat.

 

            Of course, it was agreed upon I’d pay for my own haircut.

 

            Furthermore, it was also agreed upon our hostess’s request and invitation to dine out at a specific restaurant on Thursday night and she proclaimed to already have lined up babysitters to take care of Freeway.

 

            However, our hostess didn’t have babysitters lined up to take care of Freeway therefore there wasn’t any Thursday dinner and it was the third lie of many lies.

 

            We also agreed I’d purchase all of our dinners from the liquor store and drive to pick-up the ordered food since I didn’t want to cook any of the meals after 9 hours of daily hard labor and house cleaning and personal assistance to my hostess.

 

            Agreed.

 

~~~

 

            On Monday, April 4, 2016 around noon after we safely arrived home in the middle of a snow storm from the physical therapist’s office I put lunch together and set the table and quietly ate then afterwards politely excused myself and retired to my guest bedroom upstairs and took a nap. I set my alarm for 2:00pm on such a specific Monday afternoon.

 

            My hostess wouldn’t stop talking during lunch or through most of the day since 7:30am and in many ways her chatter exhausted me more than any amount of physical labor ever does.

 

            At exactly 2:00pm our hostess began to slam pots and pans and cups downstairs in her kitchen and slammed doors. I was frightened by her misbehavior therefore I stayed upstairs for another half an hour then everything went super quiet as I drifted into further light sleep for another half an hour.

 

            At 2:30pm when I opened the door to our upstairs guest bedroom ferociously barking Freeway ran downstairs. I was in ‘boy briefs’ underwear (women’s modern undergarments) and I specifically told Freeway to stop barking. I also told Freeway to wait a moment since I was in my underwear. I turned around from the top of the staircase and returned to my guest bedroom and put on “Armani” jeans then I commenced down the stairs to see what all of the commotion was all about and I found 2 complete strangers unknown to me sitting up in the living room whispering with our hostess.

 

            At lunch our hostess didn’t have the courtesy to inform me she would be hosting two other guests unbeknownst to me for coffee.

 

            Almost I made the mistake to run down the stairs in my ‘boy briefs’ women’s underwear to possibly ‘save’ our hostess from any danger only to find out she kept her other 2 guests secret from me.

 

            When our hostess slammed down cups and pots and pans as well went around and slammed doors it was only a ploy to get me to get up and get me downstairs to entertain her other guests who shortly quietly arrived and didn’t make a sound. I very much don't like to entertain any hostess’s guests since it’s not my job to do so.

 

            The two guests and I briefly spoke while we were introduced and immediately I excused myself and went back upstairs and put on a sports brazier and brushed my hair and applied Burt’s Bees mango lip balm.

 

            Again I returned to the living room to sit with the other two guests as a guest myself.

 

            However, immediately I was commanded to go into the kitchen to help my demanding and bossy hostess to serve her coffee and set out donuts and cookies for her other guests. I politely complied with my hostess and did as she barked orders even though she very well knew the arrangement wasn’t part of our agreement.

 

            By 5:00pm I felt like a captive audience and nothing was accomplished on such a Monday afternoon of my spring break.

 

            On Monday night my hostess refused to allow me to get any food from the liquor store. I was exhausted to have entertained her other guests for 2.5 hours of coffee talk on such a Monday afternoon.

 

            For the rest of the week I awoke at 6:00am to get an early start to the days and get into the kitchen and pull out the contents of drawers in case unannounced hostess’s guests arrived then they’d have to quickly leave rather than be entertained by me for 2.5 straight hours.

 

 

            Yours Truly;

 

            Gabriel

 

 

Word Count Goal: 2,800

 

Word Count: 2,898

 

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

 

This Week’s Total Word Count: 702 + 2,898 = 3,600

           

 

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

 

*)         Day #81 of no talking during any shared programming while watching enjoyable DVR commercial-free entertainment.

 

*)         Day #7 without disciplining neighborhood children. One-year vow of silence. I owe it to myself. I love it.

 

*)         Day #2 without verbal swear words. I like it.

 

*)         Day #364 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

 

*)         Day #785 without white or brown sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

 

*)         Day #216 without a cigarette: I like it.

 

*)         Day #125 without yells or screams or shrieks at Eric. I love it. No, we don’t have “marital problems.” We have miscommunication challenges about “distribution of labor” and equal domestic partnership challenges about who’s going to sweep or cook or do laundry or once per week give our doggie a bath or vacuum or shake out rugs or clean windows or dust shelves or change out the bedding or grocery shop, or, or, or… etc., etc., etc… How Annoying!

 

*)         Week #8 without stress: We owe it to ourselves. I love it. Yes, now Eric fights me. I don’t fight Eric anymore. Why bother? I’ve said mostly all for which’s required to be said.

 

*)         Blood Pressure: 111/67 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (04/01/16)

 

*)         Week #79 work on 245 cholesterol (new #) as of June 2, 2015. I love inexpensive vegan food.

 

            HDL Cholesterol 50

 

            Triglycerides 241 H

 

            LDL-Cholesterol 147 H

           

*)         Month #22 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty-three and a half (23 ½”) natural inch high waist without a corset. Yes!

 

*)         Week #40 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

 

*)         Week #26 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

 

*)         Week #31 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.) To my personal chemistry and brains and mind this one single daily pill is exactly like three continuous cocktails “pumped” directly into my bloodstream 24/7. However, I’m not supposed to write about it thus I shan’t. No, I don’t skip one single dosage. I’m addicted exactly as when any baby is addicted to sugar candy.

 

Monday, April 18, 2016

 

“Throughout life people will make you mad, disrespect you and treat you bad. Let God deal with the things they do, cause hate in your heart will consume you too.” --- Will Smith

 

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated,, King, Richardson & CO,. Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

 

Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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            After 2 days spent in sweatpants I gained too much weight and by Sunday I went back to my “Armani Jeans” perfect size 10.

 

            In 2 days I gained 4 extra pounds in sweatpants since there’s no limit as to how much one eats or how badly one sits or how one’s posture and stomach muscles slouch.

 

            Nope. I couldn’t do it.

 

            Sweatpants are evil to the waist line.

 

            Yes, I refuse to ruin my beautiful waistline.

 

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            Today we received anniversary cards and checks in the mail and both Eric and I couldn’t remember for the life of either one of us if our wedding anniversary occurred or not on April 16.

 

            When we found out we both did forget our wedding anniversary then we laughed hard thus we could barely breathe.

 

            Our lives are busy to the point we forget our wedding anniversaries and birthdays.

 

            We don’t care since we’re close and loving and kind and respectful and forgiving of how busy we are even if it doesn’t seem like it to other people.

 

            Yes, I’ve been window shopping for a $15.00 wedding ring.

 

            We’re okay with taking our wedding rings off at any point in the day since we work with broadcast equipment and cables and early on in our relationship we made a pact we wouldn’t cut off our wedding finger for jewelry. Awesome!

 

            Our marriage is pretty darn cool.

           

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            Yes, ‘Shay’ at Coon Rapids “DSW” warehouse store caught me in a “white lie.”

 

            When I spoke to ‘Shay’ over the phone on the morning of Friday, April 15, 2016 I told ‘Shay’ the 90th birthday party we were to host was to be held on “Saturday” and I desperately needed the shoes for the night’s event.

 

            However, the party literally takes place on Saturday, April 23, 2016.

 

            It would be insane for any shoe sales person to believe a woman, any woman, would purchase shoes the day before hosting a party or social event.

 

            Mentally, I’ve been preparing myself to believe the party takes place one week in advance of its ‘actual date’ otherwise I’m afraid I wouldn’t have put most if not then all of my essential wardrobe items together to be ready for the ‘actual date’ of the party since I tend to procrastinate and take care of myself last.

 

            No, I hardly ever tell any lies or ‘white lies’ of any type since I’m a terrible liar.

 

            However, whenever I purchase anything one week in advance I’m technically not telling any lies to anybody since I’m simply conditioning my brain’s neurotransmitters to think of any special date taking place one week earlier or I wouldn’t ever get myself ready for social events since again I tend to put myself last and then I end up with badly parted hair or bad breath or torn pant hems or tight undershirts or the wrong color socks or, or, or…

 

            This time I’m ready with ‘Shay’s’ help even though she seemed utterly and overly disappointed in my ‘white lie.’

 

            Nevertheless, if ‘Shay’ would’ve been any better shoe saleswoman then she ought to have made a face of immense surprise and shared my agony about how I waited until the very last week before the party to purchase party shoes rather than one month in advance like I was supposed to do in a responsible manner since shoes must be properly broken in advance and at this point in the week I won’t accomplish my goal. I’m terrified of blisters on the day of the big event we’re hosting this 90th birthday party.

 

            My shoes pinch. It’s what I get for procrastinating and telling ‘Shay’ a ‘white lie.’

 

            Now I probably won’t ever be able to show my face at the Coon Rapids “DSW” warehouse store. I fell in love with the store and staff. I would love to make the Coon Rapids “DSW” warehouse store our destination for our main shoe shopping. Nevertheless, it most likely won’t ever happen now. Shoot!

 

            Yes, I ruined it for myself.

 

            Oh, well.

 

            Moving on.

 

 

            Yours Truly;

 

            Gabriel

 

 

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal journals

 

Word Count: 702

 

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

 

This Week’s Total Word Count: 702

           

 

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

 

*)         Day #80 of no talking during any shared programming while watching enjoyable DVR commercial-free entertainment.

 

*)         Day #6 without disciplining neighborhood children. One-year vow of silence. I owe it to myself. I love it.

 

*)         Day #1 without verbal swear words. I like it.

 

*)         Day #363 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

 

*)         Day #784 without white or brown sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

 

*)         Day #215 without a cigarette: I like it.

 

*)         Day #124 without yells or screams or shrieks at Eric. I love it. No, we don’t have “marital problems.” We have miscommunication challenges about “distribution of labor” and equal domestic partnership challenges about who’s going to sweep or cook or do laundry or once per week give our doggie a bath or vacuum or shake out rugs or clean windows or dust shelves or change out the bedding or grocery shop, or, or, or… etc., etc., etc… How Annoying!

 

*)         Week #8 without stress: We owe it to ourselves. I love it. Yes, now Eric fights me. I don’t fight Eric anymore. Why bother? I’ve said mostly all for which’s required to be said.

 

*)         Blood Pressure: 111/67 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (04/01/16)

 

*)         Week #79 work on 245 cholesterol (new #) as of June 2, 2015. I love inexpensive vegan food.

 

            HDL Cholesterol 50

 

            Triglycerides 241 H

 

            LDL-Cholesterol 147 H

           

*)         Month #22 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty-three and a half (23 ½”) natural inch high waist without a corset. Yes!

 

*)         Week #40 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

 

*)         Week #26 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

 

*)         Week #31 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.) To my personal chemistry and brains and mind this one single daily pill is exactly like three continuous cocktails “pumped” directly into my bloodstream 24/7. However, I’m not supposed to write about it thus I shan’t. No, I don’t skip one single dosage. I’m addicted exactly as when any baby is addicted to sugar candy.

 

Friday, April 15, 2016

 

“One does evil enough when one does nothing good.” --- German Proverb

 

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Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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Sick Day

 

General Life Notes

 

            All hemorrhaging stopped as of Thursday night.

 

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Scaled Back Household Budget

(2016-2026)

From $49,000 back to $38,000

 

            We’ve decided our household budget is too steep at $49,000 (forty-nine thousand dollars) spending per annual household expenses for our 20 year sociological project which we’re half way through done (2006-2016.)

 

            Thus we’ve cut out our entire annual alcohol budget and annual eating-out budget and half of our annual clothing budget to keep up with families of four living on $38,000 dollars per annual income here in the Twin Cities.

 

            We’re going to begin to scale back our household spending budgets until we get to $38,000 dollars from $49,000.

 

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Mistakenly I Plucked off

Half of My Eyebrows

 

            Yes, someone in my life found out I pluck my eyebrows and told me ‘don’t take off your eyebrows’ thus I became nervous not to take off my eyebrows and what did I do?

 

            Yes, of course, indeed I took off half of my eyebrows. I was jinxed.

 

Ice Cream Calories

 

            No, we haven’t kept ice cream in the house for about 8 straight months, (August, 2015.)

 

            McDonald’s ice cream cones have 170 calories. Tasty. Thank you.

 

            DQ’s medium chocolate dipped cones have 470 (correction) calories. Tasty. Thank you.

 

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Electric Toothbrush

 

            My new electric toothbrush is divine. Thank you.

 

            My new electric toothbrush’s taken off about one year of yellowish and buffed my teeth into a new decade.

 

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10 Sick Days in One Calendar Year

 

            Yes, I get 10 sick days per year.

 

            In the fall of 2015 I took off 4 sick days for the year 2015.

 

            This week I took off 5 sick days for the calendar year 2016.

 

            Yes, I have another 5 sick days for the remainder of 2016.

 

            Yes, I have 10 quotes to make-up for the blog.

 

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Tailors

           

            On Thursday, April 14, 2016 finally I made it to our downtown tailors “Kings and Queens Tailors.” I brought in my “Armani Jeans.” I can’t wait until Tuesday, April 19, 2016 when my full price designer jeans will be European hemmed. Thank you.

 

            The ladies do such a great job even though ‘skinny jeans’ are tough to hem the line.

 

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Agave Ketchup

 

            Agave “Organic Ville” Ketchup’s amazing.

 

            This week I put “Organic Ville” ketchup on my crackers, spread on bread and kosher hotdogs and cheese and even went as far as placed it on carrots.

 

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Cell Phone Etiquette

 

            No texting while driving ever.

 

            No cell phones on top of tables or surfaces where one eats or drinks anything.                                                          

 

            No cell phones at the dinner table.

 

            No cell phones inside movie theatres.

 

            No cell phones at any live performances.

 

            No cell phones while dining at restaurants.

 

            No cell phones while live-action interacting with others.

 

            Yes, there’re cell phone etiquette rules.

 

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Queer Strangers

 

            At around 8:30pm on Thursday, April 14, 2016 we went to our city’s downtown “Dairy Queen” and while Eric ordered our food the man who ordered his ice cream before us stepped to the left of me with what appeared to be his 13 years-of-life son.

 

            While we stood at the ordering window without even asking for permission the white man was queer enough to put his open hand and fingers up to Freeway’s face (our dog) and up against Freeway’s lips as I held Freeway up against my chest. I thought the man had gone mad.

 

            Yes, I explained to the man about how we were taught one must make a fist and present it to dogs rather than stick one’s fingers and full hand in front any dogs’ faces or lips then for sure any dog would love to chomp off the fingers of any hand.

 

            The man didn’t even have the courtesy to ask if it was okay to interact or touch our dog. I wasn’t the one who looked for trouble and stuck my open fingers and full hand in front of his child’s face.

 

            People sure are insane.

 

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Sweatpants vs. Littering

April 2016-August 2016

 

            Finally, I made my mind up.

 

            Instead of littering our neighborhood this summer 2016 I decided to wear sweatpants to be absolutely and totally obscene and offensive in public.

 

            Sweatpants are the same as wearing pajamas in public.

 

            This was my second day in a row wearing sweatpants. I can already feel my posture fall apart and slouch and not care about anything. I even left the house without brushed teeth or combed hair because I wore sweatpants and didn’t care what I looked like since sweatpants are complete freedom not to care about anything.

 

            Now I understand why women wear Yoga pants almost anywhere they go. Yoga pant women don’t seem to give a care in the world about anything much less how they present themselves.

 

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90th Birthday Party Hostess Shoes

 

            Finally, I found “Spring Step” black rose shoes (Item # 349422

UPC # 889796043961) on sale for $60.00 (originally $80.00) at the Coon Rapids “DSW” warehouse store. Thank you, ‘Shay.’

 

            ‘Sam’ whom I spoke to this morning over the phone at the Knollwood Mall “DSW” store was incredibly accommodating and also a great deal of professional help. Thank you, ‘Sam.’

 

            All three ladies were professional and friendly.

 

            Yes, I believe I also spoke to a ‘Lisa’ at the Knollwood Mall location “DSW” warehouse shoe store.

 

            People have no idea how difficult it is to find the correct wardrobe to host a 90th Birthday Party.

 

 

            Goodnight.

 

 

            Yours Truly;

 

            Gabriel

 

 

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal journals

 

Word Count: 931

 

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

 

This Week’s Total Word Count: 1,256 + 931 = 2,187

           

 

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

 

*)         Day #77 of no talking during any shared programming while watching enjoyable DVR commercial-free entertainment.

 

*)         Day #3 without disciplining neighborhood children. One-year vow of silence. I owe it to myself. I love it.

 

*)         Day #1 without verbal swear words. I like it.

 

*)         Day #360 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

 

*)         Day #781 without white or brown sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

 

*)         Day #212 without a cigarette: I like it.

 

*)         Day #121 without yells or screams or shrieks at Eric. I love it. No, we don’t have “marital problems.” We have miscommunication challenges about “distribution of labor” and equal domestic partnership challenges about who’s going to sweep or cook or do laundry or once per week give our doggie a bath or vacuum or shake out rugs or clean windows or dust shelves or change out the bedding or grocery shop, or, or, or… etc., etc., etc… How Annoying!

 

*)         Week #7 without stress: We owe it to ourselves. I love it. Yes, now Eric fights me. I don’t fight Eric anymore. Why bother? I’ve said mostly all for which’s required to be said.

 

*)         Blood Pressure: 111/67 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (04/01/16)

 

*)         Week #78 work on 245 cholesterol (new #) as of June 2, 2015. I love inexpensive vegan food.

 

            HDL Cholesterol 50

 

            Triglycerides 241 H

 

            LDL-Cholesterol 147 H

           

*)         Month #22 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty-three and a half (23 ½”) natural inch high waist without a corset. Yes!

 

*)         Week #39 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

 

*)         Week #25 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

 

*)         Week #30 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.) To my personal chemistry and brains and mind this one single daily pill is exactly like three continuous cocktails “pumped” directly into my bloodstream 24/7. However, I’m not supposed to write about it thus I shan’t. No, I don’t skip one single dosage. I’m addicted exactly as when any baby is addicted to sugar candy.

 

Thursday, April 14, 2016

 

“If you treat people right they will treat you right -- ninety percent of the time.” --- Franklin D. Roosevelt

 

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Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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            Yes, on Tuesday, March 15, 2016 for the first time ever in my life I discovered a show titled, “Gilmore Girls.” It’s my favorite show at the moment.

 

            All I’ve mainly done this week is laid in bed, laundry and watched back-to-back episodes of the “Gilmore Girls.” Thank you.

 

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            “There goes the hateful one.” Said a cowardly skinny malnourished black male teenage youth of about the age of 15 while he and his friend approached near our front yard.

 

            Tonight around 7:00pm as the practice tornado alarms went off towards the end of their cycle I took the opportunity to run out to our front lawn and pickup some snotty tissue off of our front lawn property.

 

            As I was about to close our front door I saw and heard the young teenage boy lift his chin directly towards my direction and stated, “There goes the hateful one.”

 

            No, I’m not paranoid.

 

            Yes, I can hear fine.

 

            Yes, I’m a communications expert.

 

            Yes, I know when anybody directly lifts their chin and points it directly in my direction and makes an underhanded comment which I’m not supposed to hear still yet if I do hear the underhanded comment then is meant to belittle me and disempowered me as a woman of color and dehumanize me as a person and rob me of my happiness since cowards are mainly unhappy people without courage.

 

            Cowards usually want to get a dig in without consequence.

 

            However, cowards usually lack the courage to hurl an insult directly at one’s face because cowards know cowards run the high chance and risk and probability somebody might punch the daylights out of them and leave them bleeding all over the concrete sidewalks thus cowards get their anecdotal punch in without standing up for their words.

 

            There’s always the strong possibility anybody is able to kick a cowards teeth in or smear their rear end across the floor thus cowards don’t take the chance to be brave since the illness of cowardice sits deep inside their bones making them throw-backs of the human condition.

 

            Cowards do reproduce.

 

            However, usually cowards’ line dies off since nobody wants to marry or reproduce with any cowards.

 

            Cowards don’t make for good lineage.

 

            Cowards are usually bullies in skirts or ‘mama’s boys’ who aren’t man enough not to dehumanize any woman of color who respects herself.

 

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            Our black neighbors’ 2-doors down hate us because we have self-respect and self-dignity and self-control.

 

            We are neither uneducated illiterate ingrates like our neighbors 2-doors down nor do I allow for our throw back neighbors to walk all over us only because they scream loud. NO.

 

            Not once in almost a four year span of time have either Eric or I ever been able to step outside unto our front lawn without our neighbors’ 2-doors down making some harassing remark about us or our appearance or our persons or our characters or our lifestyle or our respectful attitudes or our looks.

 

            Our 2-doors down neighbors are ever as envious of us as they wish they could be us or like us otherwise they’d leave us alone.

 

            However, our neighbors 2-doors down have such romantic notions about both of us our neighbors continue to bully us since they have a perverse hidden need to be noticed by us since in some perverse deep retarded drunkards’ way they wish they could hump our legs yet they know it’s not going to happen in a million years since we know what they are, perverted throw-backs who won’t hold their tongues.

 

            If only we were to walk outside of our front door and not have cowardly perverted illiterate ingrate throw-backs make underhanded comments personally about us or gyrate with excitement or try to hump the air or scream or have romantic crushes on us.

 

            Usually the most hateful people are the first to point out haters since it’s a sign of the hateful being intimidated by respectful people who won’t allow disrespect or who refuse to put up with haters disrespectful mental illnesses.

 

            Why are there so many mentally ill black people?

 

            Why are there so many cowardly illiterate ingrate black people?

 

            What gives?

 

            Nothing gives.

 

            Yes, this is a public record about how we’re still being harassed by our black neighbors’ 2-doors down.

 

            The harassment doesn’t seem to stop.

 

           

            Yours Truly;

 

            Gabriel

 

 

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal journals

 

Word Count: 747

 

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

 

This Week’s Total Word Count: 509 + 747 = 1,256

           

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

 

*)         Day #76 of no talking during any shared programming while watching enjoyable DVR commercial-free entertainment.

 

*)         Day #2 without disciplining neighborhood children. One-year vow of silence. I owe it to myself. I love it.

 

*)         Day #4 without verbal swear words. I like it.

 

*)         Day #359 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

 

*)         Day #780 without white or brown sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

 

*)         Day #211 without a cigarette: I like it.

 

*)         Day #120 without yells or screams or shrieks at Eric. I love it. No, we don’t have “marital problems.” We have miscommunication challenges about “distribution of labor” and equal domestic partnership challenges about who’s going to sweep or cook or do laundry or once per week give our doggie a bath or vacuum or shake out rugs or clean windows or dust shelves or change out the bedding or grocery shop, or, or, or… etc., etc., etc… How Annoying!

 

*)         Week #7 without stress: We owe it to ourselves. I love it. Yes, now Eric fights me. I don’t fight Eric anymore. Why bother? I’ve said mostly all for which’s required to be said.

 

*)         Blood Pressure: 111/67 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (04/01/16)

 

*)         Week #78 work on 245 cholesterol (new #) as of June 2, 2015. I love inexpensive vegan food.

 

            HDL Cholesterol 50

 

            Triglycerides 241 H

 

            LDL-Cholesterol 147 H

           

*)         Month #22 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty-three and a half (23 ½”) natural inch high waist without a corset. Yes!

 

*)         Week #39 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

 

*)         Week #25 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

 

*)         Week #30 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.) To my personal chemistry and brains and mind this one single daily pill is exactly like three continuous cocktails “pumped” directly into my bloodstream 24/7. However, I’m not supposed to write about it thus I shan’t. No, I don’t skip one single dosage. I’m addicted exactly as when any baby is addicted to sugar candy.

 

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

 

“People who are mean or unkind or rigid - think about it - cannot laugh at themselves.” --- Eileen Brennan

 

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Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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            Yes, I’m Aware Mr. Sanders is a Jew and not a WASP even though to my eye-ball Mr. Sanders looks WASP-y.

 

            Yes, I know an “anniversary” is only measured by years.

 

            Did you know it, too?

 

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Sick Day

 

            At 2:00pm on Thursday, April 7, 2016 I began to hemorrhage once more. I’m tired to the bone. I’ve been in bed for the past 3 days trying to recuperate my ill health.

 

            Our new “Section 9 Housing” next door neighbors have been screaming or yelling since 3:30pm this afternoon. It’s now 6:41pm and finally they seemed to have called it quits for the day in their own front yard.

 

            Whenever the visiting father of the younger 2 children (4 children minors in total) does visit then he has a tendency to be verbally aggressive and mean-spirited and a yeller.

 

            The 2 teenagers are quiet and Allah-saints while the 2 younger children seem to negatively act-out more than usual whenever their father makes an appearance once or twice a week or every other week.

 

            From the time the father arrives until he leaves then he has a tendency to either yell into his cell phone or at his small children who seem to negatively act-out for his benefit to get him to notice them.

 

            Personally, I think the father’s a drug dealer since he yells on his cell all the way through his entire visits while with his children.

 

            The father doesn’t particularly focus on his small children who desire nothing more than for their father’s whole hearted attempt to have him pay attention to his children since they don’t live with their father.

 

            The father brings presents and candy yet he doesn’t give his children due proper respect or attention which the children seem to be starved for their father’s attention.

 

            The smallest child who is now 2 and about to turn 3 in May 2016 is a complete spoilt-brat screamer at the top of her lungs.

 

            We’ve listened to the smallest child’s screams for the past 6 months straight ever since the “Section 9 Housing” family moved in next door on October 2015.

 

            The father has the 2 small children ride around in a small electric blue play-toy car while the father either yells into his cell phone or at his small children of about the ages of 3 and 6, a small black Somali boy and girl.

 

            Why are some of our black neighbors mentally ill?

 

            The father is the misbehaved adult who woke us up one morning earlier this spring as he headed to a Union rally and at 6:30am he screamed by our bedroom walls, “I don’t care! I don’t live here!”

 

            We thought he needed to be put in a straight jacket and a padded cell. What an insane human.

 

            Who screams in anybody else’s neighborhood especially with good neighbors who live right next door and watch out for the safety of all children?

 

 

            Yours Truly;

 

            Gabriel

 

 

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal journals

 

Word Count: 509

 

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

 

This Week’s Total Word Count: 509

           

 

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

 

*)         Day #75 of no talking during any shared programming while watching enjoyable DVR commercial-free entertainment.

 

*)         Day #1 without disciplining neighborhood children. One-year vow of silence. I owe it to myself. I love it.

 

*)         Day #3 without verbal swear words. I like it.

 

*)         Day #358 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

 

*)         Day #779 without white or brown sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

 

*)         Day #210 without a cigarette: I like it.

 

*)         Day #119 without yells or screams or shrieks at Eric. I love it. No, we don’t have “marital problems.” We have miscommunication challenges about “distribution of labor” and equal domestic partnership challenges about who’s going to sweep or cook or do laundry or once per week give our doggie a bath or vacuum or shake out rugs or clean windows or dust shelves or change out the bedding or grocery shop, or, or, or… etc., etc., etc… How Annoying!

 

*)         Week #7 without stress: We owe it to ourselves. I love it. Yes, now Eric fights me. I don’t fight Eric anymore. Why bother? I’ve said mostly all for which’s required to be said.

 

*)         Blood Pressure: 111/67 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (04/01/16)

 

*)         Week #78 work on 245 cholesterol (new #) as of June 2, 2015. I love inexpensive vegan food.

 

            HDL Cholesterol 50

 

            Triglycerides 241 H

 

            LDL-Cholesterol 147 H

           

*)         Month #22 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty-three and a half (23 ½”) natural inch high waist without a corset. Yes!

 

*)         Week #39 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

 

*)         Week #25 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

 

*)         Week #30 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.) To my personal chemistry and brains and mind this one single daily pill is exactly like three continuous cocktails “pumped” directly into my bloodstream 24/7. However, I’m not supposed to write about it thus I shan’t. No, I don’t skip one single dosage. I’m addicted exactly as when any baby is addicted to sugar candy.

 

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

 

“Mean people are no fun.” --- Thom Filicia

 

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated,, King, Richardson & CO,. Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

 

Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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No Blog

Sick Day

 

            Yours Truly;

 

            Gabriel

 

 

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal journals

 

Word Count:

 

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

 

This Week’s Total Word Count:

           

 

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

 

*)         Day #74 of no talking during any shared programming while watching enjoyable DVR commercial-free entertainment.

 

*)         Day #11 without disciplining neighborhood children. One-year vow of silence. I owe it to myself. I love it.

 

*)         Day #2 without verbal swear words. I like it.

 

*)         Day #357 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

 

*)         Day #778 without white or brown sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

 

*)         Day #209 without a cigarette: I like it.

 

*)         Day #118 without yells or screams or shrieks at Eric. I love it. No, we don’t have “marital problems.” We have miscommunication challenges about “distribution of labor” and equal domestic partnership challenges about who’s going to sweep or cook or do laundry or once per week give our doggie a bath or vacuum or shake out rugs or clean windows or dust shelves or change out the bedding or grocery shop, or, or, or… etc., etc., etc… How Annoying!

 

*)         Week #7 without stress: We owe it to ourselves. I love it. Yes, now Eric fights me. I don’t fight Eric anymore. Why bother? I’ve said mostly all for which’s required to be said.

 

*)         Blood Pressure: 111/67 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (04/01/16)

 

*)         Week #78 work on 245 cholesterol (new #) as of June 2, 2015. I love inexpensive vegan food.

 

            HDL Cholesterol 50

 

            Triglycerides 241 H

 

            LDL-Cholesterol 147 H

           

*)         Month #22 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty-three and a half (23 ½”) natural inch high waist without a corset. Yes!

 

*)         Week #39 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

 

*)         Week #25 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

 

*)         Week #30 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.) To my personal chemistry and brains and mind this one single daily pill is exactly like three continuous cocktails “pumped” directly into my bloodstream 24/7. However, I’m not supposed to write about it thus I shan’t. No, I don’t skip one single dosage. I’m addicted exactly as when any baby is addicted to sugar candy.

 

Monday, April 11, 2016

 

“Be kind to unkind people; they need it the most!” --- Buddhism

 

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated,, King, Richardson & CO,. Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

 

Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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Sick Day

 

            Yours Truly;

 

            Gabriel

 

 

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal journals

 

Word Count:

 

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

 

This Week’s Total Word Count:

           

 

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

 

*)         Day #73 of no talking during any shared programming while watching enjoyable DVR commercial-free entertainment.

 

*)         Day #10 without disciplining neighborhood children. One-year vow of silence. I owe it to myself. I love it.

 

*)         Day #1 without verbal swear words. I like it.

 

*)         Day #356 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

 

*)         Day #777 without white or brown sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

 

*)         Day #208 without a cigarette: I like it.

 

*)         Day #117 without yells or screams or shrieks at Eric. I love it. No, we don’t have “marital problems.” We have miscommunication challenges about “distribution of labor” and equal domestic partnership challenges about who’s going to sweep or cook or do laundry or once per week give our doggie a bath or vacuum or shake out rugs or clean windows or dust shelves or change out the bedding or grocery shop, or, or, or… etc., etc., etc… How Annoying!

 

*)         Week #7 without stress: We owe it to ourselves. I love it. Yes, now Eric fights me. I don’t fight Eric anymore. Why bother? I’ve said mostly all for which’s required to be said.

 

*)         Blood Pressure: 111/67 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (04/01/16)

 

*)         Week #78 work on 245 cholesterol (new #) as of June 2, 2015. I love inexpensive vegan food.

 

            HDL Cholesterol 50

 

            Triglycerides 241 H

 

            LDL-Cholesterol 147 H

           

*)         Month #22 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty-three and a half (23 ½”) natural inch high waist without a corset. Yes!

 

*)         Week #39 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

 

*)         Week #25 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

 

*)         Week #30 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.) To my personal chemistry and brains and mind this one single daily pill is exactly like three continuous cocktails “pumped” directly into my bloodstream 24/7. However, I’m not supposed to write about it thus I shan’t. No, I don’t skip one single dosage. I’m addicted exactly as when any baby is addicted to sugar candy.

 

Friday, April 8, 2016

 

“Being nice to those who treat you badly isn't being fake. Your spiritual maturity has risen above the desire for vengeance.” --- Michael Binot

 

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated,, King, Richardson & CO,. Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

 

Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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Spring Break

 

 

            Yours Truly;

 

            Gabriel

 

 

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal journals

 

Word Count:

 

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

 

This Week’s Total Word Count:

           

 

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

 

*)         Day #70 of no talking during any shared programming while watching enjoyable DVR commercial-free entertainment.

 

*)         Day #7 without disciplining neighborhood children. One-year vow of silence. I owe it to myself. I love it.

 

*)         Day #7 without verbal swear words. I like it.

 

*)         Day #353 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

 

*)         Day #774 without white or brown sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

 

*)         Day #205 without a cigarette: I like it.

 

*)         Day #114 without yells or screams or shrieks at Eric. I love it. No, we don’t have “marital problems.” We have miscommunication challenges about “distribution of labor” and equal domestic partnership challenges about who’s going to sweep or cook or do laundry or once per week give our doggie a bath or vacuum or shake out rugs or clean windows or dust shelves or change out the bedding or grocery shop, or, or, or… etc., etc., etc… How Annoying!

 

*)         Week #6 without stress: We owe it to ourselves. I love it. Yes, now Eric fights me. I don’t fight Eric anymore. Why bother? I’ve said mostly all for which’s required to be said.

 

*)         Blood Pressure: 107/69 mmHg / Pulse: 60 (03/28/16)

 

*)         Week #77 work on 245 cholesterol (new #) as of June 2, 2015. I love inexpensive vegan food.

 

            HDL Cholesterol 50

 

            Triglycerides 241 H

 

            LDL-Cholesterol 147 H

           

*)         Month #22 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty-three and a half (23 ½”) natural inch high waist without a corset. Yes!

 

*)         Week #38 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

 

*)         Week #24 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

 

*)         Week #29 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.) To my personal chemistry and brains and mind this one single daily pill is exactly like three continuous cocktails “pumped” directly into my bloodstream 24/7. However, I’m not supposed to write about it thus I shan’t. No, I don’t skip one single dosage. I’m addicted exactly as when any baby is addicted to sugar candy.

 

Thursday, April 7, 2016

 

“How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours.” --- Wayne Dyer

 

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated,, King, Richardson & CO,. Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

 

Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

 

This Week’s Total Word Count:

           

 

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

 

*)         Day #70 of no talking during any shared programming while watching enjoyable DVR commercial-free entertainment.

 

*)         Day #7 without disciplining neighborhood children. One-year vow of silence. I owe it to myself. I love it.

 

*)         Day #7 without verbal swear words. I like it.

 

*)         Day #353 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

 

*)         Day #774 without white or brown sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

 

*)         Day #205 without a cigarette: I like it.

 

*)         Day #114 without yells or screams or shrieks at Eric. I love it. No, we don’t have “marital problems.” We have miscommunication challenges about “distribution of labor” and equal domestic partnership challenges about who’s going to sweep or cook or do laundry or once per week give our doggie a bath or vacuum or shake out rugs or clean windows or dust shelves or change out the bedding or grocery shop, or, or, or… etc., etc., etc… How Annoying!

 

*)         Week #6 without stress: We owe it to ourselves. I love it. Yes, now Eric fights me. I don’t fight Eric anymore. Why bother? I’ve said mostly all for which’s required to be said.

 

*)         Blood Pressure: 107/69 mmHg / Pulse: 60 (03/28/16)

 

*)         Week #77 work on 245 cholesterol (new #) as of June 2, 2015. I love inexpensive vegan food.

 

            HDL Cholesterol 50

 

            Triglycerides 241 H

 

            LDL-Cholesterol 147 H

           

*)         Month #22 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty-three and a half (23 ½”) natural inch high waist without a corset. Yes!

 

*)         Week #38 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

 

*)         Week #24 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

 

*)         Week #29 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.) To my personal chemistry and brains and mind this one single daily pill is exactly like three continuous cocktails “pumped” directly into my bloodstream 24/7. However, I’m not supposed to write about it thus I shan’t. No, I don’t skip one single dosage. I’m addicted exactly as when any baby is addicted to sugar candy.

 

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

 

“Rudeness degrades primarily those who are rude.” --- Unknown

 

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated,, King, Richardson & CO,. Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

 

Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal journals

 

Word Count:

 

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

 

This Week’s Total Word Count:

           

 

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

 

*)         Day #69 of no talking during any shared programming while watching enjoyable DVR commercial-free entertainment.

 

*)         Day #6 without disciplining neighborhood children. One-year vow of silence. I owe it to myself. I love it.

 

*)         Day #6 without verbal swear words. I like it.

 

*)         Day #352 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

 

*)         Day #773 without white or brown sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

 

*)         Day #204 without a cigarette: I like it.

 

*)         Day #113 without yells or screams or shrieks at Eric. I love it. No, we don’t have “marital problems.” We have miscommunication challenges about “distribution of labor” and equal domestic partnership challenges about who’s going to sweep or cook or do laundry or once per week give our doggie a bath or vacuum or shake out rugs or clean windows or dust shelves or change out the bedding or grocery shop, or, or, or… etc., etc., etc… How Annoying!

 

*)         Week #6 without stress: We owe it to ourselves. I love it. Yes, now Eric fights me. I don’t fight Eric anymore. Why bother? I’ve said mostly all for which’s required to be said.

 

*)         Blood Pressure: 107/69 mmHg / Pulse: 60 (03/28/16)

 

*)         Week #77 work on 245 cholesterol (new #) as of June 2, 2015. I love inexpensive vegan food.

 

            HDL Cholesterol 50

 

            Triglycerides 241 H

 

            LDL-Cholesterol 147 H

           

*)         Month #22 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty-three and a half (23 ½”) natural inch high waist without a corset. Yes!

 

*)         Week #38 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

 

*)         Week #24 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

 

*)         Week #29 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.) To my personal chemistry and brains and mind this one single daily pill is exactly like three continuous cocktails “pumped” directly into my bloodstream 24/7. However, I’m not supposed to write about it thus I shan’t. No, I don’t skip one single dosage. I’m addicted exactly as when any baby is addicted to sugar candy.

 

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

 

“A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person.”

--- Dave Barry

 

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated,, King, Richardson & CO,. Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

 

Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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            Gabriel

 

 

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal journals

 

Word Count:

 

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

 

This Week’s Total Word Count:

           

 

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

 

*)         Day #68 of no talking during any shared programming while watching enjoyable DVR commercial-free entertainment.

 

*)         Day #5 without disciplining neighborhood children. One-year vow of silence. I owe it to myself. I love it.

 

*)         Day #5 without verbal swear words. I like it.

 

*)         Day #351 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

 

*)         Day #772 without white or brown sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

 

*)         Day #203 without a cigarette: I like it.

 

*)         Day #112 without yells or screams or shrieks at Eric. I love it. No, we don’t have “marital problems.” We have miscommunication challenges about “distribution of labor” and equal domestic partnership challenges about who’s going to sweep or cook or do laundry or once per week give our doggie a bath or vacuum or shake out rugs or clean windows or dust shelves or change out the bedding or grocery shop, or, or, or… etc., etc., etc… How Annoying!

 

*)         Week #6 without stress: We owe it to ourselves. I love it. Yes, now Eric fights me. I don’t fight Eric anymore. Why bother? I’ve said mostly all for which’s required to be said.

 

*)         Blood Pressure: 107/69 mmHg / Pulse: 60 (03/28/16)

 

*)         Week #77 work on 245 cholesterol (new #) as of June 2, 2015. I love inexpensive vegan food.

 

            HDL Cholesterol 50

 

            Triglycerides 241 H

 

            LDL-Cholesterol 147 H

           

*)         Month #22 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty-three and a half (23 ½”) natural inch high waist without a corset. Yes!

 

*)         Week #38 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

 

*)         Week #24 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

 

*)         Week #29 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.) To my personal chemistry and brains and mind this one single daily pill is exactly like three continuous cocktails “pumped” directly into my bloodstream 24/7. However, I’m not supposed to write about it thus I shan’t. No, I don’t skip one single dosage. I’m addicted exactly as when any baby is addicted to sugar candy.

 

Monday, April 4, 2016

 

“If people say something rude or off-color, you have to take it with a grain of salt, because they don't know you.” --- Chris Daughtry

 

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated,, King, Richardson & CO,. Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

 

Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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            Gabriel

 

 

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal journals

 

Word Count:

 

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

 

This Week’s Total Word Count:

           

 

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

 

*)         Day #67 of no talking during any shared programming while watching enjoyable DVR commercial-free entertainment.

 

*)         Day #4 without disciplining neighborhood children. One-year vow of silence. I owe it to myself. I love it.

 

*)         Day #4 without verbal swear words. I like it.

 

*)         Day #350 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

 

*)         Day #771 without white or brown sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

 

*)         Day #202 without a cigarette: I like it.

 

*)         Day #111 without yells or screams or shrieks at Eric. I love it. No, we don’t have “marital problems.” We have miscommunication challenges about “distribution of labor” and equal domestic partnership challenges about who’s going to sweep or cook or do laundry or once per week give our doggie a bath or vacuum or shake out rugs or clean windows or dust shelves or change out the bedding or grocery shop, or, or, or… etc., etc., etc… How Annoying!

 

*)         Week #6 without stress: We owe it to ourselves. I love it. Yes, now Eric fights me. I don’t fight Eric anymore. Why bother? I’ve said mostly all for which’s required to be said.

 

*)         Blood Pressure: 107/69 mmHg / Pulse: 60 (03/28/16)

 

*)         Week #77 work on 245 cholesterol (new #) as of June 2, 2015. I love inexpensive vegan food.

 

            HDL Cholesterol 50

 

            Triglycerides 241 H

 

            LDL-Cholesterol 147 H

           

*)         Month #22 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty-three and a half (23 ½”) natural inch high waist without a corset. Yes!

 

*)         Week #38 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

 

*)         Week #24 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

 

*)         Week #29 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.) To my personal chemistry and brains and mind this one single daily pill is exactly like three continuous cocktails “pumped” directly into my bloodstream 24/7. However, I’m not supposed to write about it thus I shan’t. No, I don’t skip one single dosage. I’m addicted exactly as when any baby is addicted to sugar candy.

 

Friday, April 1, 2016

 

“Of what use is wisdom when folly reigns?”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Debility (weakness, infirmity)

 

He suffered from general debility.

 

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Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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“Stop Police Terror”

 

            I don’t know.

 

            May the Gods be with us all.

 

            Rest in Peace young Jamar Clark.

 

            The Jamar Clark case is indeed a complex one. I don’t pretend to know anything about the Jamar Clark shooting or death or legal court case since I don’t know anything about it except for the very little piece of video evidence I saw and the final verdict we heard.

 

            Personally, I’ve read through many police written reports and many police written reports are garbage since the writing skills of most police personnel are on average the written level of 3rd grade.

 

            During court hearings or trials most police reports don’t truly mean anything significant since primarily police reports are terribly written with a bias tone of too much certainty and not enough specific factual details with lack of clarity for time and sequence of events and specific space and continuum.

 

            Directly what I mean to write is police reports aren’t well done scrambled eggs or omelet writing.

 

            Rather police reports are undone runny eggs since most hundreds of police reports I’ve ever read and examined are usually one liners about any complex incident which most likely requires a good 300 to 500 words to make any police report coherent and any type of valuable record otherwise police reports on average are anybody’s waste of time without any meat on the bones or completely undone with runny blood on the plate mixed in with unformed fetus eggs.

 

            My analogy is a simple one in the sense when police reports are badly written or any lack thereof factual or substantiated evidence then the entire protocol and sequence of events are lost to memory which memory tricks the brain and mind to see many different things which might not even be real or might have been real yet skewed anyway since stressed-out and high emotional hormones play tricks on the eyes.

 

            The number one psychological training in keen observation is to get the full story and write down detailed notes since one doesn’t usually know the entire story and most likely won’t ever know the entire story then one must tend to gather information bits by bits and in pieces to get a more complete and full story.

 

            Even if one were to watch an event unfold before us especially while stressed out or under immense pressures then we’re not always sure of what we saw since life happens in the flash of an eye blink.

 

            The above paragraphs are 431 cohesive words. I’ve only now started in this writing process.

 

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The Problem with Police Killings

 

            The problem with police killings or police murders across the United States of America is police personnel aren’t fully trusted to tell the truth while under oath or in the line of duty since most police personnel take much of what happens to police out in the field far way too personally as though each police dispatched call becomes the police’s own personal affairs or problems rather than a professional field under oath to serve and protect.

 

            Police violence or police killings or police murders aren’t any direct linked problem between community dysfunction and illegal drug trafficking or public intoxication or domestic violence abuse or child abuse. No.

 

            Police violence or police killings or police murders are about police personnel who overstep their personal boundaries and responsibilities and granted authority by the power of people’s civil courts and police murder or police kill to justify their unwarranted racial biases as well as their extreme police fear against certain races or sexes or age groups.

 

            Police violence or police killings or police murders are about wrong ethics or wrong ideology of what dinosaur American police personnel think the world is like rather than take the world for what it truly is which is a body of citizens and civilians under constant strain of funds and basic resources through 16 year’s war and barely any jobs for the “working poor” to get by or no free education for our citizens and civilians.

 

            Whenever police personnel live inside concocted delusions of grandeur about their granted authority or professional power then such police personnel aren’t much help to any community since to be a police personnel requires any keen sense of observation and smarts and humility and truth and direct communication rather than constantly making private citizens and civilians into criminals without due process or constantly expecting the worst from human nature or human behavior.

 

            Police seem mainly insecure in their line of duty since police must sense large pockets of society don’t trust for police to make the correct ethical choices or decisions to be just when it comes to protecting our citizens and civilians therefore the police must ensure trust is built upon and police must also work on changing the look of fear in their eyes into a look of respect and compassion and understanding for what’s difficult and complex and violent in the human nature of all people.

 

            People’s truest natures are to kill each other off. Period.

 

            However, we’re moving forward as a species therefore we must implement intelligent humanistic problem solving solutions and not assume anything about anybody or anyone since we don’t know anything about anybody or anyone even when we’re directly looking at something or someone ourselves.

 

            Police violence or police killings or police murders is about the delusion of authority and the collapse of true power and if the police either senses or emotionally feels police aren’t in full control of the orders or commands police give then police tend to incorrectly go from 0 to 100 within a matter of seconds without any intellectual ability to stop and breathe and resist turning into full complete “tyrants” who seem to believe as though police think they hold “absolute power” and ‘a license to kill’ when nothing could be further from the truth.

 

            Police don’t hold any special type of license which gives police any right to kill or murder American citizens or civilians since the Constitution guards against the tyranny of police turning into a military state without any vote from the citizens if this is what the citizens require and want and wish of our local precinct police departments to become some type of military Fascist rogue renegades.

 

            Not in any police manual may any police go from 0 to 100 without the intellectual capacity to first assess the situation then utilize many different manner of smart and intelligent skill sets to always deescalate any situation rather than escalate it.

 

            To experts with a trained eye for the criminology field such experts seem to realize the regression in brutish style of police force and tactics ever since the police violence and police murders and police killings seem as though politicians and the police gave themselves the permission to murder off primarily certain sectors of our darker skinned populations to act like Nazi Fascists in the sense our police take our private citizens and civilians by force rather than under provable (verifiable) cause.

 

            Personally, I was taught no police personnel were ever allowed to directly point any loaded or unloaded weapon at any human unless the police gave a loud and cohesive spoken stern warning and then aimed then held and waited for compliance and if not then they were able to shoot and kill when police are 100% physically harmed or threatened to death otherwise the police must stay and maintain calm and cool and collected at all times since police have the training to be awesome unlike the rest of us who have no clue what’s going on and we’re untrained citizens and civilians worried about what’s for dinner or how we’re going to pay our bills and run our households on meager wages.

 

            Personally, I was taught no police personnel is to ever shoot any suspect in the back especially if the suspect ran since only cowards or dehumanizing brutes shot others in the back while running away to protect their lives.

 

            Personally, I was taught police personnel must consider killing or murdering another as a last resort and even then to kill an innocent bystander still constitutes murder.

 

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            No, I don’t go by police reports. Not ever.

 

            Why would I? I wouldn’t. I’m too smart for such any corrupt and incomplete and incompetent system of record keeping by mostly people who wouldn’t write a grammatically correct sentence if they chose to especially when police do get paid to write police reports.

 

            No, I wouldn’t go by police reports since police reports don’t mean anything. They don’t unless police pass better report training.

 

            For the life of me I don't understand why there weren't any better video recordings of the incident and the murder or killing which took place of Jamar Clark on such specific evening or morning?

 

            The police were already notified to the area: why did the police not turn on their lights and start rolling their cameras?

 

            I don’t know if Jamar Clark was first handcuffed then killed.

 

            I don’t know if Jamar Clark was first killed then handcuffed.

 

            If the two situations call for a different sequence of events then this means two completely separate scenarios occurred and one is murder while the other is self defense. I don’t know.

 

            The lack of video evidence makes me think it was…

 

            The lack of voice recording makes me think it was…

 

            The lack of witness evidence makes me think it was…

 

            I think the Jamar Clark investigation lacks many substantial elements or evidence to say it was…

 

            This case must be retried since most likely we’ll not ever know what happened on the evening of Jamar Clark’s killing.

 

            May the Gods be with all of our children of color in these troubling Fascist American times.

 

 

            With All My Love;

 

            Gabriela

 

 

            Yours Truly;

 

            Gabriel

 

 

Word Count Goal: 1,552

 

Word Count: 1,637

 

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

 

This Week’s Total Word Count: 1,105 + 2,343 = 3,448 + 1,637 = 5,085

           

 

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

 

*)         Day #64 of no talking during any shared programming while watching enjoyable DVR commercial-free entertainment.

 

*)         Day #1 without disciplining neighborhood children. One-year vow of silence. I owe it to myself. I love it.

 

*)         Day #1 without verbal swear words. I like it.

 

*)         Day #347 without organic sugar cane ice cream. It’s alright.

 

*)         Day #768 without white or brown sugar: It’s alright. I like it.

 

*)         Day #199 without a cigarette: I like it.

 

*)         Day #108 without yells or screams or shrieks at Eric. I love it. No, we don’t have “marital problems.” We have miscommunication challenges about “distribution of labor” and equal domestic partnership challenges about who’s going to sweep or cook or do laundry or once per week give our doggie a bath or vacuum or shake out rugs or clean windows or dust shelves or change out the bedding or grocery shop, or, or, or… etc., etc., etc… How Annoying!

 

*)         Week #5 without stress: We owe it to ourselves. I love it. Yes, now Eric fights me. I don’t fight Eric anymore. Why bother? I’ve said mostly all for which’s required to be said.

 

*)         Blood Pressure: 107/69 mmHg / Pulse: 60 (03/28/16)

 

*)         Week #76 work on 245 cholesterol (new #) as of June 2, 2015. I love inexpensive vegan food.

 

            HDL Cholesterol 50

 

            Triglycerides 241 H

 

            LDL-Cholesterol 147 H

           

*)         Month #22 BMI is “overweight.” I love a twenty-three and a half (23 ½”) natural inch high waist without a corset. Yes!

 

*)         Week #37 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

 

*)         Week #23 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

 

*)         Week #28 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.) To my personal chemistry and brains and mind this one single daily pill is exactly like three continuous cocktails “pumped” directly into my bloodstream 24/7. However, I’m not supposed to write about it thus I shan’t. No, I don’t skip one single dosage. I’m addicted exactly as when any baby is addicted to sugar candy.

 

 

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