Senator Don Perata----dumb, dumb, dumb

Don Perata---well stupid is as stupid does.

Our California Senator Don Perata got carjacked. Couldn’t have happened to a nicer fool.

First off I want to ask, why did his government issued car have custom rims??? Aren’t government issued cars suppose to be standardized?

That was temptation.

And he wants to ban guns??? Excuse me Mr. stupid Senator but the only people you will be penalizing is the responsible legal gun owner. No criminal will respect a law that they will over look; they will get their guns from illegal sources and to hell with the laws to ban guns.

But if you had your permit to carry a concealed weapon you would not have been carjacked.

There have been many studies out that show that in countries and states that have the right to carry permit, criminal activity is down most significantly, because criminals have no idea which person is carrying a gun---they don’t want to get killed either.

But in countries where guns are banned criminal activity increased by 100 to 200 percent. And these studies totally refute what proponents of gun ban laws claim. So much for gun ban laws.

Your ideas Mr. Perata are stupid, you are still pissed off because you could not qualify for a concealed weapons permit maybe because you felt that you were too entitled and didn’t want to take the tests or you failed the tests so you flip over and go the other way (If I can’t have it no one can) how childish, everything worthwhile must be earned and you didn’t want to earn it---the NRA even agrees that people must be trained, pass tests and psychology exams they have no problem with the 10 day or 30 day wait period, because it’s only reasonable----I’m for the NRA, and I’ll carry my gun---the only way you are getting it is from my cold dead hand!!!

This is another reason why I’m going to vote Republican.

Mean Kitty signing off sneering at idiot Senators.

GROWL!!! ROAR!!! HOLD THAT TIGER!!!!

Frankly Folks, I’m glad that Siberian Tiger did a number on those punk fools!!

O.K. before I have someone try and pull my hair, I am going to have to say that no one wants to see someone’s kid die. Even a 17 year old kid. And I do feel sorry for the family’s loss.

BUT!!!!!--------- And this is a Pretty Big But!!! What where those idiots doing to antagonize the Tiger to leave its compound???!!!!!

Before I even heard about the footprint on the railing, I just knew those idiots had to have been teasing the tiger, they may have even climbed over the railing and dangled out over the moat and encroached on the Tiger’s territory.

People forget, Tigers, Lions, Bears, even Mountain Lions and Wolves are territorial, invade that area that is already the ownership of one of those beasts and you are in serious trouble.

This Tiger must have felt that it was being invaded and did what Tigers do, SHOW THEM WHOSE THE BOSS!!! A Turf War of the Claw kind.

I do not believe for one minute that the 17 year old risked his life to save the other two, I think he was petrified maybe yelled; the Tiger turned it’s attention to that idiot while his so-called buddies who most likely cause the situation in the first place running like hell, and in one magnificent leap taught him who was Boss, then the other two ran for their lives and of course the Tiger’s natural instincts came into play, running away equals that’s prey, LUNCH!!!!

(Hey remember that scene in the movie “Defending my life” where the gal, played by Merle Streep is shown a past life as a heroic Knight and the poor Schnook sees that in his past life he’s some sort of Sabu type being chased by a Tiger, and she says “I was a Knight in a past life what were you” and he replies “Lunch”)

Now the two idiots are no saints---they are up on criminal charges and have to go to court in January for something else and even neighbors say that they and their family are always causing trouble in the neighborhood, These two idiots already have criminal records, so I say THEY MUST HAVE DONE SOMETHING TO TORMENT OR TEASE THE TIGER, THEY STARTED IT AND THE TIGER FINISHED IT.

And I want to ask everyone this question----we forget they were visiting the Zoo on Christmas Day---visiting the zoo on Christmas DAY… What is not right with this scenario? I could understand if it was older kids taking out the little munchkins to the zoo to entertain them while the adults got Christmas Day dinner ready, BUT they were not doing anything of that sort.

They live in San Jose, San Jose is a one hour drive from San Francisco, and couldn’t they get into trouble in San Jose? Why did they drive one whole hour to San Francisco on Christmas Day?

Christmas Day you spend with family, stay close to home, and have a touch football game.

The 17 year old may have been a nice kid but what is he doing hanging around criminal types and trouble makers---Did his parents know what kind of friends (if you can call them that) he was hanging around with??? Did they complain about his choices??? Did he behave like all teenage boys do and just leave the house fuming, when he was told his choices were wrong and he refused to listen???

Why wasn’t he home with the parents??? On Christmas Day, why wasn’t he doing something to help the parents out or celebrating at home on Christmas Day.

I just bet he had a fight with good old Dad and walked out of the house pissed, went over to his criminal buddies house, they were having fights with their parents (remember the neighbors complaints?) and they just took off looking for trouble.

They land at the Zoo because to go any further you’d be in the Ocean, the zoo was the only thing open, and then being idiots and trying to be like big tough guys (which they are not) they tormented the Tiger.

O.K. I know that people are going to say to me, “but the moat was too low, that’s how the tiger got out, the Zoo is at fault”

Excuse me---the zoo’s fault is that the tiger moat was not high enough----since it was built in the late 30’s as a WPA project it was most likely built for a Bengal Tiger, Bengal Tigers are smaller than Siberians by 2 feet, and their reach is shorter. No Tiger had escaped from the Zoo before by climbing up the Moat---until Dec 25 when 3 stupid idiots tormented the Tiger by encroaching on its territory to the point that it felt threatened.

Hey I’m no Zoologist but even I with my education can figure that out---DUH!!!

Now 4 years ago the Zoo passed inspection, but within the 4 years things have changed and the next time it would have had to do something to increase the barriers, BUT remember it COSTS Money to do that. And Zoo’s are almost always at the bottom of a public works list for funds.

Do I hold the Zoo responsible??? NO, I DO NOT! Why? Because they, the zoo, had taken reasonable precautions given the limited funds to protect the public, with an outside examination which they were due for, they would have been informed of the steps they needed to take further.

But things happen that are beyond the normal behavior of the HUMAN ANIMAL---yes Human Animal---and that is what these 3 idiots are ANIMALS of the Stupid kind.

Most people would have said “Hey look at the Tiger” Take pictures maybe say “Here Kitty, Kitty” but they would not have dangled themselves over the moat and invade, YES INVADE, the Tiger’s Territory. Even Tiger’s are aware of the boundaries and expect the HUMAN ANIMALS TO DO THE SAME.

But then we are dealing with CRIMINAL IDIOTS!!!

The big mistake that 17 year old did what hang around the wrong people.

The second mistake was not behaving in a reasonable humanoid manner and instead thought tormenting the Tiger would be fun.

If the Parents of the 17 year old are going to sue, they should sue the two criminal companions for endangering their son’s life not the Zoo.

The Zoo should sue all three for the loss of a Magnificent 4 year old female (and they are smaller than the males) Siberian Tiger.

The police had to do what they had to do; they didn’t know that everything was started by those 3 idiots---of which the two criminals were not helpful but instead belligerent.

Hell I would have let their wounds become infected and then maybe they’d lose some limbs or something.

This Mean Kitty is on the Tiger’s Side, there should be a memorial for the Tiger, not the idiot that got himself killed because he did not choose his friends wisely.

Animals behave as animals do---but humans are suppose to be reasonable, thinking, rational creatures----we are suppose to be above going around in a animal type behavior, we are also suppose to respect the actions of animals, and be aware of them, you don’t take a dogs’ food away from a dog, you don’t go behind a horse and spook them, deer will run but they will also fight as well, I have seen fights between squirrels and cats and the kitty loses, he loses to a squirrel!!

There should be classes in schools done in grammar, middle and high school to teach kids about animal behavior and how to behave and respect animals. Do not have a Disney Bambi attitude to animals, they don’t think like humans, they operate on instinct and we as human beings have the responsibility to take care of them, preserve them, treat them humanely, (even when they are slaughtered for our food) and when they are in a zoological garden (that is what a zoo is) they should be respected.

They have only one defense against anyone whom they (the animals) view as a threat and that is to attack first before they are killed.

And this Mean Kitty has to honor and respect that feeling.

Something which those 3 idiots did not, so they got what they deserve.

This Mean Kitty signing off claws out and on the Tiger’s side.

Paris Hilton and Grandpa

I APPLAUDE WHAT PARIS HILTONS GRANDPA IS DOING!!!

Yeah Grandpa!!!

He’s giving away 97% of the Hilton Fortune to Charity to help the less fortunate and Paris, will only get 5 million dollars NOT the 100 million that she would have gotten.

I guess that’s going to make her less beautiful sister really pissed off. As well as other family members.

Of course the way Paris is going she’ll run though that 5 million in 18 months, She is going to hate being on a budget. (But frankly who cares, she needs a serious lesson)

I mean look at what this idiot has been doing, wasting her time doing stupid things (although not as stupid as Brittany Spears) and this is payback.

Ahem!! However she is still getting 5 million dollars; Think what I could do with 1 million! pay off my house and the second mortgage, pay off my credit card debt, upgrade the electrical and plumbing, paint the interior, install a new heating system, pave the driveway and still have plenty left over to put into some income making Money Market accounts and go to Disneyland!!!

Of course I’d still be working, having a job can still be interesting, but Boo Hoo Paris is still going to have to get by on a paltry 5 million, couldn’t happen to a nicer dumb idiot.

This Mean Kitty signing off purring

One last Christmas Rant

Well Folks,

I didn’t do too much of a rant on the Exploitation of Christmas, but I’m still pissed off of the so-called “Thought Police” forcing people to have to say Happy Holidays instead of Merry Christmas---IT’S CHRISTMAS Doggone it!!! And I for one am going to keep saying it.

I WISH we could still have the Nativity Displays in a public area because the public really needs to be Reminded what the Christmas Season is all about---and that it’s something we should keep in people’s hearts all year long.

Sorry I don’t do Kwanzaa I’ve never felt comfortable about that ritual. Why? Because it’s not part of my particular upbringing, it’s o.k. for those for whom they feel as part of their heritage it should be and that’s just fine. But don’t force it on me because really we are now into the 12 days of Christmas---

Yeah Folks the 12 Days of Christmas is from Christmas the time of the birth of Jesus to Epiphany Jan 6 when according to legend the 3 wise men showed up and by their bringing of the 3 sacred gifts declared him the new born King. And New Years Day is the Day of his (ouch) circumcision and that is when Simon and Anna two holy people who lived and prayed at the Temple declared how special this baby is.

See Folks that is the real Christmas Season that is the real 12 days of Christmas.

But we forget it because of all the Hype that Commercialism has done the 4 weeks before.

Well in the Christian Calendar the 4 weeks before is Advent that is to prepare yourself for the coming of this special event, the announcing of the word made flesh. Gives one goose bumps when you think of it.

But no we go into a round of gift buying, tree buying, putting up snowmen, elves, and penguins and raising our electric bill.

But don’t get me wrong here, I love all the decorations that people do, even if it means going into debt to do it. Why? Well just when it’s getting really frozen turkey butt cold and dark I mean really dark, we as human beings do our best to brighten things up.

It’s a ritual of reminder and renewal, to take that deep breath and have fun after all the hard work of spring, summer and fall is over.

But Folks it should also be a Spiritual reminder as well, to enjoy family, be with family (unless they are really toxic) or help those who need help, or who are lonely. The elderly, the helpless, and the giving of self.

It’s not about After Christmas sales and fights for a parking space; it’s a spiritual reminder which we all seem to forget.

I think I’m feeling this way because Ms. Bhutto the woman candidate in Pakistan was assaninated ----yes folks I do not believe what the Pakistani Government is saying that lady was assaninated for trying to bring democracy and women’s rights into a male dominating government that will kill you if you don’t worship the way they do.

Well I hope her party wins and they don’t forget women’s rights. And I have to confess, I pray every day that evil, like those who assassinated that woman, that the evil that killed over 3,000 people on Sept 11 and others like them is washed away from the face of this earth and that any extremist belief religious or otherwise that promotes such hatred and horrible acts is also washed away.

Sounds blood thirsty?? Well Folks what the heck do you think they are doing?? Remember that!

Mean Kitty signing off with her claws out.

How to ruin a Christmas dinner---without dogs or cats~~~

You know folks, this mean kitty loves Christmas, I love going to church, the singing, the prayers, the idea of what Christmas is all about.

But I also love seeing the happy faces on the kiddie relatives when they get their gifts, of course I'm simple unless they are under the age of 7 then they get money, under 7 I ask a parent what the muchinkin would like and then let them know what I've bought so there's no duplication.

I also love exchanging stories about the different events in each other's lives. But most of all I love sitting down to a wonderful dinner, inhaleing the wonderful food scents, saying "Grace", Blessing the cooks and enjoying the wonderful flavors.

Unless we happen to go to one particular relatives house, then it can be a disaster. This Relative whose name will be Typhoid Mary or T.M. for short, said that Xmas dinner will be at her house this year.

Well I just knew that at best the food would get to the table barely warm at worst, below room tempture, but at least it would have some flavor-----but this year ****sigh**** THIS YEAR it was a disaster.

I mean if the place was invaded by 7 hungry blood hounds like in the movie "Christmas Story" I could understand, If the kitchen had caught on fire, I could understand, If the stove had blown up I could understand, if the "Johnstown Flood" had revisted our community I COULD UNDERSTAND!!

BUT FROZEN SUPERMARKET LASANA?????? And cheese only Lasana at that---no meat, no guts to it. It was defrosted, it was cooked, but to say that it was tepid was being charitible at best, a solid block of cheese at worst----garlic bread with melted cheese that was not even room tempture and the cheese was a solid slab, lettuce that was a bit wilted ( and it wasn't even warm spinach salad which is suppose to be wilted) bottle thousand island dressing, water to drink, no soft drinks, no sparkling cider, and for dessert plain vanilla ice cream without any chocolate syrup or hot fudge-----the only thing that was palitable was the coffee it was hot and there was sugar but no cream or milk.

No roasted veggies, no olives for the kids to stick on their fingers, no pickles or small picked onions, no hot gravy, no hot dish to speak of, no apple, peach or berry pie, heated from the microwave, just wilted salad and hard bread.

Well we looked at each other and not at T.M. and we all put our best faces on, ate a little to be polite, had the coffee to warm our innards, and then as soon as we all could thanked T.M. for dinner and then regrouped at my brother's house and had left overs of Heated Ham, with applesauce, steamed carrots, baked yams (o.K. they were canned yams but they tasted good), raided my brother's stash of soft drinks and put the ice maker into overtime, it took an hour to bake the Ms. Smiths pies but we had dessert.

And we looked at each other and said "what was T.M. thinking??"

This Mean Kitty has never, ever served a dinner that bad, I mean I've burned the pot roast once but it was saveable, I have burnt potatoes I mean who hasn't but tepid Frozen Supermarket cheese Lasana for Christmas dinner has got to be the worst, even if you had to be tight with money at least the Lasana could have been HOT!!

It does explain why T.M.'s husband and kids are so skinny and why they eat like ravenous wolves when they are at other relatives houses for dinner.

There is an old saying "Beauty cannot be eaten with a spoon" which means even if you are a beautiful woman you better be able to cook, because if you can't then the man in your life will starve, which in some countries there are men who look for women who not only are good looking but can cook, but if they are not too good looking if they can cook like a goddess who cares!!

But in T.M.'s case she is not beautiful and she can't cook or at least bring the food to the table hot or even plan a dinner.

This Mean Kitty is praying that next Christmas the dinner is at another relatives' house I know the rest of them can cook up a storm.

This mean kitty signing off for the night suffering nightmares from frozen lasana---oh where is the seltzer.

An Update and a Xmas Rant~~~

O.K. Folks-----I'm going to do the rant first.

WHY OH WHY DO STUPID IDIOT PEOPLE HAVE TO TALK ON THEIR CELL PHONES WHILE DRIVING????!!!!!!

O.K. this is the last weekend (terrifying weekend) before Xmas (I'm going to use Xmas for the commercial side of this holiday and Christmas for the Spiritual)-----and of course if anyone has a bit of sanity left you make sure ALL your shopping is done by this weekend and just spend this weekend wrapping those presents.

Now me---who has lost her mind a long time ago (thanks to IDIOTS!!!) made the mistake of going out and doing last minute shopping---well as least I got to the stores early and excerise a lot of paticence in finding a parking space-----trust me, in finding a parking space you have got to have a lot of paticence.

WHY??? You may ask but the answer is ugly----It's INAPPROPRATE CELLPHONE USAGE!!!

You do not have to answer and call anyone and everyone while your car is in motion. Park it someplace (safe) and then talk. Today----Just Today I saw 6 almost accidents and every single person who would have been at fault was on a Cell phone!!!

The 7th accident did happen and the person at fault was on a Cellphone so I had FUN (you can tell I'm enjoying this part) giving an eye witness account to the IDIOTS STUPIDITY!!! Now Cellphone Bozo Boy is going to have to payout of his insurance the damaged done to the other persons car who was in the right---and he kept coming around and saying to me "It wasn't my fault" right when the Cop was there and the Cop kept saying "back off".

Finally I got so fed up with the idiot when he came around again that I said "I saw the whole thing---you were on your cell phone not paying attention and you rammed into the Lady's car---you were AT Fault---now Back off before I have Mr. Nice Policeman have you arrestted for Harrassing me!" (excuse the spelling folks but I am pissed off).

Well I had even greater fun watching Mr. Nice Policeman put the cuffs on the idiot because---are you ready for this Folks? He had outstanding warrents for speeding---Ha! HAh! So not only is his insurance going to be hit with the repairs, but he's going to Jail!

Merry Xmas!

I do have to confess it did warm the cockles of my heart (whatever cockles are). It was more fun than watching the "COPS" show. I kept humming the bad boy song that even the nice policeman was smiling.

But Folks are you getting the point---why do you have to be on that Cellphone----haven't you heard the old saying "Silence is Golden"? It can also save your life and your pocket book.

O.K. that's the Rant Now for the UPDATE!!

I said in my last post, that Virginia O'Hanlons old house (when she wrote the famous letter) was too far gone to be saved-----well I was wrong----yeah even mean Kittys can be wrong.

It's true that it was badly deteriorated, but is was savable. As a matter of fact it has been saved, in a New York Times News article, I read that a college prep private school, did a major fund raising effort and bought Virginia home and the house next to it. Had it repaired and restored---joined the two buildings together and made it into their permanet home for their school.

The principal said that it was very interesting that the school was founded the same year that Virginia O'Hanlon passed away, 1971----that Virginia was a school teacher for 47 years and now her old home is going to be a school---it was only right and a proper fitting end to the story.

And the school is also going to put up a memorial placque commemorating the event of the "Yes Virginia" letter.

As I said a right and proper fitting happy ending to little Virginia's story.

Oh and by the way I said that Francis P. Church's older brother's name was Matthew, I was also wrong----it was Marcellus----I mean give me a break, who'd remember Marcellus? But we do want to have as correct as possible our facts.

So how is this Mean Ol' Kitty going to spend her Christmas?

Well first I'm going to church on Christmas Eve---Midnight Mass and everything---I'm going to be freezing because that church is big and it's drafty, so the leg warmers, the artic socks, the knit hat, scarf and gloves and the warmest coat I can find.

But---well----stop and think Folks----O.K. so they say that Jesus could not have been born in the winter time, because it was lambing season so the Christian church borrowed (or stole) the Winter Festival.

But put that aside---think of all those people out there, with no shelter, no warm place, no food, no one to help them----even though the Christian Church did borrow (steal) the winter holiday it does bring home the idea of us giving of ourselves something to help those who are less fortunate, what greater time of the year to remember the difficulties that those who are in need, need help.

That is why the Midnight Mass, the cold and drafty church---but the lights and the music all to remind us that many are fortunate, and many are not.

Then the next day I'll be spending time with Family, sharing past memories, watching future ones form, and just being with love ones and feeling contented and lucky, very Lucky.

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Happy Hanakah, Happy Kwanza, Happy Boxing Day (for all you Candanians) And for all you Atheists----GET A LIFE!!! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE MISSING!

Mean Kitty snuggling up with a cuppa Hot Chocolate and listening to Christmas songs, signing off for 2007.

"Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus!"

OK. Everyone I’ve always said that I’m a mean kitty and that’s true but I’m no Grinch, or a ‘Bah, Humbug Scrooge’.

I mean I never tell a kid that there is no Santa Claus, because in my personal experience I’ve encountered some unexplainable things that can only be attributed to some sort of “Santa Claus Spirit” Yep a spirit.

Because it’s got to be a special “energy” in which “Santa Claus” can come around, now in places like Botswana---the energy there has been almost killed, except for those few hardy souls that do what they can to at least keep it on life support. God Bless Them!

But a hundred years ago this year, a little girl by the name of Virginia O’Hanlon had an 8 year old crisis of faith. See little Virginia had a birthday in July of that year and it must have been a very nice birthday, but in September, when she went back to school her school friends must have asked her “what did you do during the Summer” and she must have told them about her birthday and the presents she got---and during that moment she must have said out loud “I wonder what Santa Claus will bring at Christmas?”

Now it must have been a nasty 9 year old boy who told her that Santa Claus doesn’t exist (boys are like that you know—he must have received coal in his stocking last year) but Virginia believed and of course she went home crying that day and must have told her mother, her mother being busy as a mother is may have said “I’m sure Santa does exist” but Virginia wanted it from an authority so when Dad came home she put the question to him. Now Virginia’s father was a doctor and worked as an assistant coroner with the New York police dept. both as a doctor and as a coroner he must have seen the very sad and seamy underside of life that he wanted to protect or shield his family and his young daughter from.

1897 was also a very skeptical period of time, the Civil war was barely over 33 years ago and there were still very hard feelings and loss from that, it was a skeptical age, people were no longer believing in God, if a God could do all that harm. Dr. O’Hanlon was dumfounded when Virginia tearfully told him what had happened at school. But he was a resourceful man, he knew he didn’t have the words to explain this to her, nor did he want to burst her belief in Santa, but here was an 8 year old slowly timidly knocking on adulthoods’ door.

From time to time if there was any question to be settled Dr. O’Hanlon and other members of his family would write to the Question and Answer dept of the New York Sun Newspaper. And Dr. O’Hanlon had the habit of saying “That if it’s in the Sun, it’s so”. That was how powerful journalism was in those days. So he suggested to Virginia to write to the Sun Newspaper.

The Sun was a very lively newspaper in its writing and editorials, back then other newspapers would always write editorial rebuttals to other newspapers, this was a form of rivalry. The Sun remained being published until the mid 1950’s.

Surprisingly Virginia’s letter did not go to the Question and Answer column, it was re-directed to the Publisher of the newspaper a Mr. Mitchell who read it and thought that it would be best to answer it as an editorial and the best man for the job was Francis P. Church.

Church was the son of a Baptist minister the Rev. Pharcellus Church, Francis was the middle son of three boys and surprisingly his eldest brother Matthew and his younger brother John Adams were better known than Francis, even their Father was of some renown having established a publication on religion. Francis and his older brother founded the Army and Navy magazine in 1862 and later the Gazette magazine which was later bought by the Atlantic Monthly, both brothers acted as correspondents during the Civil War until Matthew joined the Union army and attainted the rank of Captain, Francis continued as a war correspondent. Younger brother John Adams became a famous mining engineer and later in life was at Tombstone, Arizona at the time of the gunfight at the O.K.Corrall.

Francis was an editor in 1897 at the Sun and was frequently handed any assignments that dealt with theology, because of his life experience Francis P. Church was a sardonic personality and had no time for “fluff or flummery”. His was a logical type of thinking and he like many others had been affected by the loss of humanity from the Civil War.

Mitchell handed the letter to Church who at first refused it, thinking it some sort of joke, but Mitchell said it wasn’t a joke, so with great resignation Church took the letter and began to work an editorial about it.

What he created was a 500 word editorial masterpiece for its day and it added to the idea of Santa Claus as being a spirit of belief in a skeptical age. Church realized that here was a child who was approaching adulthood, to just say yes Santa exists would not be enough, he had to explain what Santa was, in a way that was acceptable to children and also wake up the minds of adults to have “goodness, compassion and love” in their hearts. He realized that Santa was bigger than a grown up, that is was a question of faith in times of adversity. Something inspired Francis P. Church, a man that had no time for “fluff” or foolishness.

Now this editorial did not run in December of 1897 but in September of that month and was the 7th of 12 editorials that ran on page 10 of the Sun. But there was something about it that captured the minds, hearts and spirits of the reading public.

Most of the time when any newspaper ran an editorial, especially about a controversial subject other newspapers would do editorial rebuttals---but this one no newspaper dared to write a rebuttal----

It was the Sun’s policy to not give any editorial credit but have it as a Sun Newspaper response; no one knew that Francis P. Church wrote it. The Sun never republished it although there was great demand, finally 6 years after The Sun did, still not crediting Church---when it was republished it was with this snippy phrase “…that perhaps people’s scrapbooks were wearing out.”

In 1898 Church married, but had no children and continued writing at the Sun until several months before his death, he died in April 1906 after an illness of 3 months, he was buried in Sleepy Hollow Cemetery in Sleepy Hollow, New York. So great was his loss felt that the Sun took a remarkable step and announced that Church was the author of “Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus” and the following December the Sun started re-printing the editorial on an annual basis, many other newspapers followed suit. As a matter of fact other newspapers had started re-printing it when the Sun didn’t.

The letter that little Virginia sent was mailed back to her by an assistant editor and is preserved along with the original editorial by the grandchildren of Virginia O’Hanlon.

What happened to little Virginia---well as all children she grew up, went to college became a school teacher, married for a short time, had a daughter, and taught school for 47 years. During her adult life she received many letters about that remarkable question and she answered every single one and included a beautifully printed copy of the letter and the editorial reply. She said that reading that reply in the Sun affected her course in life for the better good. She died in 1971 at the age of 81. She is buried near Rochester, New York.

It was feared that the letter she wrote was destroyed in a house fire, but some years later it was found safe and sound, and was shown on Antiques Road Show in 1998 and valued at over $50,000.00 for its remarkableness.

The brownstone house that Virginia lived when she wrote the letter suffered a fire some years later and was too badly gone to be preserved.

But it’s better that Virginia be an 8 year old child in a Victorian skeptical age that asked a simple question to be answered by a man who has seen too many disillusions in life. In doing so it has given them both immortality and it is, perhaps the best description of the true meaning and idea of “Santa Claus”.

So without further adieu I give you “YES, VIRGINIA, THERE IS A SANTA CLAUS”






Eight-year-old Virginia O'Hanlon wrote a letter
to the editor of New York's Sun, and the quick
response was printed as an unsigned editorial
Sept. 21, 1897. The work of veteran newsman
Francis Pharcellus Church has since become
history's most reprinted newspaper editorial,
appearing in part or whole in dozens of languages
in books, movies, and other editorials, and on
posters and stamps.



"DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old.
"Some of my little friends say there is no Santa
Claus.
"Papa says, 'If you see it in THE SUN it's so.'
"Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?

"VIRGINIA O'HANLON.
"115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET."

VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have
been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical
age. They do not believe except [what] they see.
They think that nothing can be which is not
comprehensible by their little minds. All minds,
Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are
little. In this great universe of ours man is a
mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared
with the boundless world about him, as measured by
the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of
truth and knowledge.

Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists
as certainly as love and generosity and devotion
exist, and you know that they abound and give to
your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how
dreary would be the world if there were no Santa
Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no
VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then,
no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this
existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in
sense and sight. The eternal light with which
childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not
believe in fairies! You might get your papa to
hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas
Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not
see Santa Claus coming down, what would that
prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no
sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real
things in the world are those that neither
children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies
dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no
proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive
or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and
unseeable in the world.

You may tear apart the baby's rattle and see what
makes the noise inside, but there is a veil
covering the unseen world which not the strongest
man, nor even the united strength of all the
strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart.
Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push
aside that curtain and view and picture the
supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real?
Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing
else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives
forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay,
ten times ten thousand years from now, he will
continue to make glad the heart of childhood.


(I thank Newseum website for this copy) And if I got some of my facts a little wrong, I do tell you that the bulk of this blog is correct.

So you any of you think that we have become to commerialized in this world, well let me tell you something, I saw at Target today an 11 year old girl who was carefully selecting things for her Grandma, her two younger sisters and her Mom and she was paying for it out of money she had saved from collecting cans and bottles over the year. Her Dad was proud of her choices and her sense of finacial responsiblity.

I asked her why was she buying these things and she said "It's my way of saying 'thank you for being here and I love you', but I know that they know I love them, but it feels good."

The father said that most of the money that's brought intothe house hold goes to paying bills and the house and food, and it's a good thing he knows how to fix the family car , they take bus or Bart. No trips or anything but they find ways of having fun that's free and low cost. They had major medical bills and are slowly getting out from under them. He has no desire of taking out a loan or going into debt.

I looked at her and said, "You know the real meaning of Christmas" and she smiled at me.

So I asked her "What can I get for a brother who has everything and can be a bit of a tease" and she said "A Screaming, Flying Monkey, I've seen it at Bed, Bath and Beyond"---and she was right--not a bad buy for $5.00.

So this mean kitty is going to put on "Miracle on 34th Street" and have a steaming cup of hot chocolate, because she has had her faith renewed.

It Ain't Racial Profiling!!!

It’s Mean Kitty and I’m Hissy Mad.

I’ve been watching on T.V. and reading in the newspapers about Alameda P.D. doing their best to catch the killers of an innocent young girl who was shot and killed on Halloween.

They catch them, thanks to civic minded citizens and everyone wanting to get these animals off the streets, and then guess what happens, a bunch of idiots claims it was racial profiling!!!!

RACIAL PROFILING!! My Aunt Minnie’s Pajama’s!!! It wasn’t Racial Profiling, ya dumb idiots, it was people who heard and saw the killers BRAG---Yes Folks---BRAG—about how they shot that girl and how she fell after being shot!!

But Heaven Help us if it was Racial Profiling----the protestors claimed that the two previous criminals that were arrested and then let go were innocent of the killing---BUT what they don’t say, which Did come out in the news is that the one’s that were first arrested, had felony warrants on them anyway, even if they were not the one’s that did the killing. P.D. knew that they would squeal on the killers.

And the eye witnesses gave a description of the shooter---and if the drawing that was plastered in the newspapers and shown on T.V. showed that shooter didn’t look Asian from the eye witnesses’ description then I’m cock-eyed optometrist because that picture sure looked Asian to me.

Then they get all upset because the police went into the homes heavily armed, well excuse me, but wasn’t it described that the shooter was ARMED AND DANGEROUS!!!???

Do you think that any reasonable person is going to go up against an Armed and Dangerous person with a Water Pistol or a Pillow???!!! Hellllooooooo are we talking brain trust here???

Man I wanted them to go in with grenade launchers and Uzi’s and get these criminals off the streets!!!

O.K. now here’s the sad part of all of this----the killer is 16 years old and his companions are anywhere between 13 and 16 years old and they are going around trying to rob for money!!!

I WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE HELL THE PARENTS WERE DOING!!!

HEY PARENTS DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR FUTURE CRIMINAL IS DOING TONIGHT??? DO YOU KNOW WHERE HE’S GOING??? WHO HE IS HANGING AROUND WITH???

IS HIS OR HER GRADES UP TO PAR---IS HE OR SHE HAVING AN ATTITUDE AT SCHOOL?

OR HAVE YOU GIVEN UP ON THEM---THEN LETS LAY THE BLAME WHERE IT BELONGS---FIRST AT THE PARENTS---THEN AT THE SCHOOL SYSTEM THAT BACKS DOWN WHEN THE PARENTS SAY---- Hey my kid DESERVES a good grade even if they don’t do the homework----And if you Don’t give him a good grade I’ll make you lose your job, because I don’t believe you when you say my kid is Acting Out!!

Do we need more Schools??? Yes but only if they are run the way I Recommended in a previous blog and MAKE THE PARENTS TOTALLY RESPONSIBLE FOR THEIR KIDS ACTIONS---HELL THROW THE PARENTS IN JAIL TOO!!!! That will shake them up.

Because if Parents don’t back the school and make those kids behave, the schools can’t be the one to punish a kid if they act up, it’s the parents and if the parents don’t do it, then instead of building schools you are going to have to build more jails.


Remember PROVERBES 23: 13-14 Spare NOT the rod from the wayward evil doer,
for it shall not kill them but deliver them from
the devil.

Remember GENSIS 9: 6--- “Who so sheddeth man’s blood by man shall his blood be
Shed.”

Which means that Capitol Punishment is endorsed by the Holy Bible.

W.H. Auden says “Murder is unique in that is abolishes the party it injures, so that society must take the place of the victim, and on his behalf demand atonement or grant forgiveness”

I say that there is NO Forgiveness for these bunch of animals----nor for the parents that brought them up and took no control of them.

But now what has me even more upset---there is a State in our Fair Union that has a bill on the floor to BAN Corporal punishment of one's own child.

Hellooooo FUTURE CRIMINALS HERE---Trust me there are some kids out there in which "Time Out" does not work but a quick smack on the bottom does. And there is a lot of fat on kids bottoms. And there are a lot of parents out there that do nothing to correct their kids behavior and then what---wait until they are 16 years old or 11 or 12 or 13 and they go out and kill someone???? Is that what it's going to take????

Kids have no fear of their parents anymore or of those in authority because they really don't believe they will be punished. What has happened to the MORAILTY OF THE WORLD???

Oh don't worry---Mommie and Daddy will protect me, and I can do anything I like ---- Like killing someone Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha!!

WAKE UP FOLKS AND ALL YOU PARENTS OUT THERE----YOU ARE THE ONE'S CREATING CRIMINALS WHEN YOU DON'T MAKE SURE YOUR KIDS ARE CRACKING THE BOOKS, GETTING GOOD GRADES, GIVING THEM CHORES TO DO, AND RESPONSIBLITIES THEY HAVE MAINTAIN---CRIMINALS START AT HOME!!!

W.H. Auden said "Evil is always unspectacular and alwys human. And shares our bed...and eats at our table" take a look at the child that is not at home and not eating at your table when that child should be.

Tonight---Right Now---do you know where your child is at?? Do you know what your child is doing??? Are you ---by your neglet creating a criminal??

Mean Kitty pissed off and signing off and discussed with Parents.

WHY DID THE CHICKENS CROSS THE ROAD?

Because the idiot truck driver lost part of his load and the chickens were scrambing for their lives, THAT'S WHY!

True news story, heard it on KSFO radio yesterday morning. Some delivery driver lost a crate of chickens on one of the smaller highways at 8 a.m. and the drivers were doing their best to avoid the future KFC dinners. O.K. a couple of chickens were injured, can't avoid that. Heck, if you fell off a turnip truck you'd be injured too.

Although there are some people who are so dumb they'd fall off a turnip truck just on principal.

But how that truck driver could miss losing a crate of chickens is one for the books----after hearing it on the news he'll never be able to hold his head up again.

Now if my Mom was there, she would have had them all herded up and not lose a one. But then that's my Mom.

This woman could charm the birds out of the trees and the fish out of the water----I mean for real---no brag, just fact.

You'd have to have seen it to believe it.

Years ago, my Mom bought this ratty looking faded St. Francis with the birds statue, she put it on an old tree stump that we had in the back yard and nailed an old small wooden tray to the stump and would put seed in the tray. The birds would come for miles around to eat and she'd be sitting on the old car bench seat on the back porch in the shade and watch them.

She got to know their routines, their habits and they got use to her being around and would feed while she was no more than 12 inches away weeding in the garden.

She also installed a bird fountain and filled it with fresh water every morning while the coffee was perking. And she'd come out at 4 p.m. every afternoon (unless it was raining) to put more fresh water for the "4 o'clock robin". It was this robin, he'd come by every afternoon, at 4 p.m. and squawk until she came out and put in fresh water.

One time she wasn't feeling well so I put the water out---but that didn't make the robin happy---he'd squawk and squawk until she finally came out in her robe and put more fresh water in the bird bath---THEN he'd take his bath and she'd say "You are such a dirty bird" and she'd be no more than 12 or 18 inches away from the bath while he bathed, he had no fear of her.

During the winter, the sparrows would use the bath to drink and bathe when the sun had warmed the water up a bit. But one day, the water had frozen solid in the bath because it was so cold the night before, now I'm talking a solid block of ice!

So Mom goes out and is trying to figure out how to get the block of ice out of the bird bath and just as she comes back with a garden trowel to pry it out, out of the blue comes a dive bombing sparrow ready to splash into the water and instead hits the ice and skids off into another direction like an Olympic ski jumper---Man saw that and said "I'll give that a 9.1"

Well the poor little guy and his buddies were hopping around the edge of the bird bath and pecking at the ice and scratching their little heads trying to figure out 'hard water' until Mom took pity on them and got the ice block out and put in fresh water, they were as happy as happy can be, all was right with the world thanks to her, the Great Mother Earth Goddess.

Another time Mom put out some bread crumbs in the bird feeder tray and one sparrow managed to get a nice large piece but it was a bit too heavy to fly with so it fluttered down to the garden sidewalk and started pecking at it. Along comes another sparrow and steals it away from the first but just hopping about 5 to 6 inches away, well the first sparrow comes along and steals it back but again just hopping only 5 - 6 inchs over to one side-----back and forth and back and forth these two birds were fighting over this tiny piece of dry bread.

What they didn't see, but Mom could, was sitting right behind them was the dog, Pepe. Now Pepe was a toy poodle all black with brown eye brows, paws and a brown muzzle, you could see what that dog was thinking and right at that moment, Pepe was intently watching the bickering between these two feathered antagonists as they snatched and moved the bit of bread crumb between them.

What they didn't realize is that their movements was bringing them closer and closer to the dog until the little guy just couldn't stand their bickering any more and went "Wooolf!" to which they dropped the bread crumb flew away and left Pepe with the spoils. Mom laughed so hard about that, that when I came home from work and was having dinner she regaled me with the whole exploit. Even I had a hard time trying to not snort water up my nose I was laughing so hard.

It was much better than gossiping on the neighbors and so much nicer. In time Mom began to regard the animal exploits and adventures as if it were events in the neighborhood and without all that angst as well. Like watching old "Honeymooners" or "I love Lucy" episodes every day.

When she set up the humming bird feeder on the back porch it added another dimension to her life, watching the hummingbirds coming around and feeding off of them and taking quick little snatches at the tiny, tiny fruit flies that it attracted as a bonus.

One day I was in the laundry room that led to the porch and Mom was sitting in the back Porch and I knew better than to come out while a hummingbird was feeding but through the screened window that was mounted on the back porch door, I could see Mom watching the hummingbirds at the feeder.

One of them flew right up to Mom no more than 6 inches from her face and just looking at her first with one eye then turning it's head and looking at her with the other eye, and just fluttering in one place the way hummingbirds can do, and Mom said to it "Oh you are just such a pretty, pretty bird. What a pretty bird you are." It quickly flew around her head and came back to the same place in front of her and she said "and so fast too, you are a pretty and very fast little bird" and with that the bird went back to the feeder for another quick fill up and took off.

The whole incident left me with my mouth open---it was like that little bird knew what my Mom was saying.

There is so much more, but right now I can't go on---I'm getting tears in my eyes just thinking about her and the amazing things she could do. It was no wonder animals, birds, and fish had no fear but complete trust in her. Even tiny little kiddies trusted her.

I'll finish this another time Folks, but who'd thought a crate full of chickens on a Highway could bring back such wonderful memories. I think I'm gonna get me a cuppa tea.

Mean Kitty curling up in a chair with a cuppa tea and just reminising, signing off.

Killer Junk from China

Hellooooo The Title says it all----Killer JUNK from China!!!

In the news today, ladies and gentlemen, Toys R Us, pulled vinyle baby bibs that were made in China because of high concentrations of lead----HIGH CONCENTRATIONS OF LEAD!!!!

As everyone knows, too much lead injested by babies and very young children lead to learning disablities----maybe that is why we have so many children with ADA ---The communist Chinese Government has been systematically poisoning us over the years with their cheap goods---

But now---NOW---we are finally wising up and discovering that there has been tainted toothpaste, tainted fish, tainted toys, faulty tires, and now BABY BIBS with high concentrations of Lead----

THIS is how the communist Chinese Governement is going to take over the U.S. of A. by slow poisoning us!! Make our children and our children's children so sick and stupid that eventually we would just hand this land of ours over to them without firing a shot-----Wait a Minute!!!

It's happening already with our desire for cheap goods, and cheaper services thereby throwing people out of work, outsourcing jobs overseas, and bringing in tainted products to poison us!!

WE have already turned our country over to foreigners---just take a look at where your goods are made---China, Mexico, Guatamala, etc. etc. etc. and we wonder why we have high unemployement----Do you know that our good wool rugs are no longer being made here in the United STates----They are being made in Pakistan---where they also sell opium---cocaine, heroine.

We use to have rug mills, steel mills, factories that made quality goods-----and because we know how to do it without poisoning the land we can still do it today---but because of NAFTA and our desire for cheap goods, our factories and mills lie deserted, small towns are drying up and disappearing---the American way is becoming the Chinese way, the Mexican Way, the Middle Eastern Way

We have sold our golden country out for a handfull of silver---and what do we get---poisoned baby bibs!!!

From now on I'm checking every single label on things that I buy and if it doesn't say Made in Japan I'm not buying it.

Brittany and Bonds

Barry Bonds supposidly broke the home run record---Frankly I disagree----with all the alleged steriod use that is claimed he has used I feel that the record is false.

Take a look at how Bonds looks and his attitude---he's not so bulked up for one---and he's not so aggresive as before two simptions of Steroid use---so Bonds record is not a record it's false so big F***ing deal.

Frankly I think what they pay these athelites is wrong so very wrong, and the cost of tickets? Forget it---I can buy a weeks worth of groceries for what one pays for two tickets and the food and drinks at these games----let prioritize people. Or have we forgotten our values.


Brittany Spears----I just saw a picture of her in either People or Us magazine---why does she want to look like a tramp? She must be bi-polar or on drugs---either way Brittany baby you are going to lose the kids to Ferdi and they will be better off.

Is this what happens when you get fame and fortune? You lose all common sense?

This is one girl who is going to hit a very solid brick wall and is going to go splat all over the place.

This Mean Kitty walks away in disgust.

DON'T PEOPLE KNOW HOW TO DRIVE!!!

That is my BIG question----

I have never encountered so many IDIOTS!!! And they all think that they own the Road----Well I've got news for you---Here is the 411!!

YA DON'T---DAMN IT!!!

People driving trying to multi-task texting while driving, and then when you ask them to obey the rules of the road for EVERYONE'S SAFETY!!! THEY GIVE YOU THE ONE FINGER SALUTE AND STILL CLAIM THEY ARE RIGHT WHEN THEY ARE WRONG!!!

Just a few weeks ago, 4 teenage girls we're going to one of the girl's parents cabin for a bit of vacation fun at the lake---well guess what! The driver (age 17) was texting while driving lose control of the SUV slammed into the back end of a very big Semi and exploded into flames killing all 4 girls!!!

Look I do feel sorry for the pain that the parents are feeling no one wants to lose a child----BUT----It's 4 more idiots out of the gene pool! Sorry folks but you gave the kid the cell phone, you let her drive the SUV when California law says anyone under the age of 18 cannot drive unless a RESPONSIBLE ADULT is in the Car---Sorry even if the other person is 18 or 19 they still are not responsible adults-- ---Ergo 4 very stupid teens DEAD!

Why do teens drive like part of their brain is missing?? BECAUSE IT IS!!! It has been proven that a teens brain is not fully developed until age 25---but considering the way adults drive---espeicaly with the wonder toy Cell Phones---their brains are missing permanetly!!

Look Folks I'm sending a serious warning to everyone that drives and THINKS THEY CAN TALK OR TEXT ON THE PHONE----YOU CAN'T!!!!

SO SHUT UP, HANG UP AND DRIVE----THE LIFE YOU SAVE WILL BE YOUR OWN!!!


Mean Kitty Pissed as HELL!!!

Paris Hilton and Jail

Well Folks, I know it's been a while since I last posted, but I've been busy--didn't forget---just busy.

What should I post today??? I'm not sure---so much has been going on in the world and what pisses me off is that Paris Hilton---Miss Queen of all she surveys----is going to get a reduced sentence.

Excuse me---but what for? She was driving with a suspended licence---I do belive that she had a high alchole content in her system when she was stopped and they are going to reduce her sentence???

Only goes to show---Money talks and Queen Bees walk.

Now I know if it was me or one of my cousins that had done that we would have been slapped with the full 45 days and no speical priviges like being in separate quarters away for the criminal element.

But because she is a celebretie (sp) she only has to be in there for for 23 days in speical quarters, what no cavity searches??? I know that would happen to me!!

And she has the gall to blame it on her handlers????!!!! What does she need full time baby-sitters.

If it was me and I was given a suspended licence, I would personally confirm with my lawyer the full extent of time that I'm without a driver's licence----none of that "my handlers mis-manged me" Krap!!!

I control my life----not handlers-----and I control my life in which I don't get drunk and get my licence suspended and if it did get suspended I would use public transportation----but no---she didn't want to be part of the "common crowd".

People like her make me puke!!!

This Queen Bee needs to go to jail for the full amount of time and be in the Real Jail not the celebrity holding jail.

Oh pooh she can't have her hair extentions.

Oh pooh she can't have her nails done.

Oh pooh she can't use her speically formulated hair shampoo and body soap.

Oh pooh she has to wear "Horrors" Prision ORANGE---it will so clash with my complection.

Get a real life Paris Hilton---wake up to the real world----if you don't, one of these days reality will really hit you and it won't be pretty.

Mean Kitty signing off with her claws out!

Veto the bill!!

O.K. Folks,

I am getting really pissed with Congress, I mean what are those Democrats doing?? This whole "show" of theirs "Get the Troops out of Iraq" thing is so bogus it's unbelievable.

If you take a really good look at their bill it is so full of "pork barrell" stuff that it just waters the whole thing down.

The only way they could get other members of Congress to go along with them is to put in their favorite program on it, just stuff it with pork barrell and then they would know for sure that most of the members of congress would pass it because it will benifit each congress person.

It is not for a solution or support in any way of the Troops---it's nonsense!!!

And I hope the President does Veto it. I wish the President had a line item veto power to eliminate all the pork barrell in every single bill congress attempts to pass. You would be surprised how much money would really be saved and how much work would really get done.

Remember Folks---those politico's including Nancy Pelosi are only out to profit themselves.

Growl!!! mean kitty signing off.

HOW TO BE A DIVA Chapter two

Well Folk, my dear sweet little Diva niece and I have finally worked out the next section of "HOW TO BE A DIVA"

Here in Chapter Two, we are going over the dreaded word----EDUCATION .

HEY!! Education is important---How are you going to make the Diva Bucks to spend splashy weekends in Las Vegas, or Hawaii or Porto Vilarta (sp) or Monte Carlo (al la James Bond--wasn't Daniel Craig's 6-pack hunky?)

Even my Diva Niece knows that education is so important and can give you that "leg up" in the man's world--- and we laughed this weekend when we realized what leg up meant---just see two male dogs do a pissing contest---Duh!! Of course her Dad couldn't figure out why we were just laughing ourselves so silly that our sides hurt.

So whether you realize it or not Education is very, Very, VERY IMPORTANT! If it means going to night school or taking basic classes at a community college---DO IT!!

O.K.

CHAPTER 2 On "How to Be a Diva"


EDUCATION


The first and foremost thing a Diva needs and will seek and get is A GOOD EDUCATION. And a Diva knows that an education is on going in life because a Diva NEVER STOPS LEARNING.

As a Diva is growing up she feels that school is a bore, because a Diva wants to play; the mind set is “I want to have fun”, BUT without an education a Diva will not have the tools to finance and live the Diva life. It’s important for the Diva to balance getting an education and wanting to play. As a matter of fact all of a Diva’s life is a balancing act.

Young people think that they know it all, but they don’t, they think what they see on television is for real but they have not learned to discern, to find the real truth, they will follow without thinking who ever is the political glamour queen or king and think that their message is gospel.

A Diva knows that is not so.

For Example: A lot of people think that Al Gore’s message on Climate Change is brought upon by Human beings as being the gospel truth, but many, many climatologiests have found through careful scientific research that it’s really cyclic----that 1000 years ago the earth was much warmer, that Vikings were growing wheat in Greenland, but then it began to get cold, until it became the weather that we are familiar with, and wheat hasn’t grown in Greenland in the last 600 years. Al Gore is claiming that the seas will rise 17 feet with the melting of the North Pole; Scientists are saying that it will rise only 17 inches and that the South Pole is getting colder and the reason that ice shelf’s are cleaving off is because of weight.

And even now, Congress is challenging Al Gore's extremist message.

The point is this--- a Diva will search for the Truth and not believe everything she hears or readings, because a Diva is aware of falsehoods and deliberate mis-information so that politicians and other groups will be able to promote their own agenda for their own profit.

When a Diva is in college she will also beware and be careful of any teacher that will promote one political agenda and not allow room for other thoughts, those teachers and professors are the worst kind and a Diva will beware of groups that promote a Stalinist type agenda under the disguise of political awareness.

A Diva will remember the adage “If you promote a lie long enough and hard enough the public will come to believe it” (Joseph Gobbles, Hitler’s propaganda minister)

A Diva is also sadly aware that if she writes an essay the promotes the other side of the political question against what the professor is teaching and can prove her point---that professor will give her a failing grade, dispite the rightness of her work. So a Diva will need to start learning to "play the game" to get what she wants and still think freely for herself.

She will need to remember to "manipulate" those and lull them into thinking that they have "enchanted" the Diva into their side of the argument, but what the Diva wants is to make sure she gets that high grade to get her diploma. And she doesn't have to use the old couch to do it either.

A Diva may need to be alone and stand alone when she hears political arguments around her, she knows that by not voicing a diffenent political opinion she can keep others off balance and still have them "think" she is on their side but she will vote and support her "true consicious" without having to advertise it.

If there is one thing a Diva will always remember, "It's the wise person who keeps their mouth shut, while the fool blathers on."

A number of young people think that the “gangsta life” is the way to get a head but it only leads them down a path of self destruction and death. A Diva is way too smart to fall for those falsehoods, because a Diva knows that the real power is what is behind the scenes. Not the performers, but the investors. Because a performer is here today and forgotten tomorrow, but money from a solid investment is permanent. (Remember Brittany Spears’ meltdown)

Because of that A Diva has to constantly remind herself that EDUCATION IS IMPORTANT, MORE IMPORTANT THAN BOYS OR FUN because the fun will come AFTER the Diva has her tools and weapons sharpened to outsmart the fools and a Diva is never a fool.

A Diva will find ways to make Education interesting, she will ask her teachers questions that she needs to find the answers for. She will not be a pest about it, but demonstrate to the teachers that she wants that education. She is not trying to be a teacher’s pet, but looking for a teacher to mentor her, she will cultivate those teachers that have the education smarts and balanced outlook to offer her.

In time, especially in High School, having letters of recommendation from several teachers can be a plus to help get college grants to get into the college a Diva wants to go to.

A Diva will go to school, work hard to get excellent grades without looking like the class brain and knows that grammar school and high school and its entire teenage angst are only transitory and only training grounds to learn to excel in the world.

She will GET a college education so that she can succeed in the world, earn tons of money and maintain being her own woman.

A Diva will not develop a crush on a teacher, especially in college because it will distract her from her DIVA goal. Nor will a Diva develop a crush on a boy because he looks “dreamy”, because a Diva KNOWS that old dreamy boy will develop a gut; lose his hair, his teeth, any money he has, drive a rust buck and eventually will lose his looks.

In school a Diva will develop friends that look like they are planning to go places but not do stupid things such as drinking, drugs, fast reckless driving. She will develop both female and male friends---the male friends are handy for a quick date for any of the school events, but she will never commit herself to any one boyfriend, because a Diva is going places and doesn’t need that kind of baggage that doesn’t measure up to the Diva Standards to hold her back

While she is at school she will know that at home she will have her parents as a support group to give her the adult take on life---the only time this can be difficult is if a Diva has toxic parents. If that is a problem a Diva would be wise to seek a school consuler or teacher to help her focus on her goals.

No matter what field of work a Diva chooses she will get an excellent education in areas of finance, business, legal understanding, medical, religion, literature, music (and more than just rap, rock or hip-hop----you have Got to know classical music), politics as well as in the mundane areas such as auto mechanics, home repair, and know the mundane stuff such as how to cook, sew a button, fix a hem and get stains out of clothing.

When a Diva goes to College she will seek a degree in which it will afford the most opportunity to earn the DIVA Money, such degrees as Accounting, Business administration/management, computer science, information sciences and systems, marketing/marketing management, computer engineering, Economics/Finance. She will not ignore the degrees of Journalism or Media Marketing either.

Wherever she can earn Diva Bucks is where the Diva will go, forget Theatre arts and Music---there are too many starving actors and musicians out there. The Diva can minor in such fields especially if she plans to work in the support areas of film and theatre, such as actor agencies, set design, etc. but she must keep her eye on the Diva Bucks.

The Diva will also look into the fields of technology, consulting and investment fields as well as real estate, biotech, pharmaceutical companies and health care, and other science-oriented companies, as well as private equity firms, and she should be aware of ‘boutique’ consulting firms that are sometimes spin-offs of larger companies.

After a Diva graduates from college (with no less than a MBA) she will NOT stop her education, she will continue to take classes than she can squeeze in her busy Diva life that will help expand her education and awareness. She will take seminars especially in the field that she has studied, she will also take seminars (that don’t sound like a possible rip off) to help her learn other ways to earn the Diva Bucks. The Diva will go to conferences, to learn and network so that she can always rise up in her job and earn more Diva Bucks.

A Diva will learn to read and understand the financial pages of the newspaper especially if she wants to learn how to invest her money to make more money.

As a matter of fact a Diva will be a borderline “news junkie” because she knows what happens in one part of the world will affect her stock income. And I’m not referring to the 10 second sound bite on CNN, She WILL read the Newspapers, magazines, and journals.

A Diva will intellectually be a knowledgeable well rounded woman, even smarter than the men she has to deal with, but she will also know how to milk a man or even another woman for his/her knowledge, especially if it is to the Diva’s advantage.

A Diva will learn a second language, but will not let on that she knows the language, this way if they talk behind her back, she’ll be one up on them. By pretending to not know the language, her competitors will be apt to speak more freely around her, and a Diva will gain a great advantage.

A Diva will be computer savvy and not afraid of electronics, she’ll know how to program a VCR better than 7 year old. In some fields, the better she knows how to work around a computer the better for her. Think of Ms. Garcia in the T.V. show “Criminal Minds” or Abby in “NCIS” or the beautiful Russian computer programmer in the Bond movie “Goldeneye”.

A Diva will cultivate friends both in high and low places, for it is important not only what a Diva knows but whom a Diva knows, for a Diva can be as devious as “Laura Mars” and know where to have well placed friends in “low places” so she can get the information and well placed friends in “high places” so she can call in a favor, but she also needs to remember she too may be called to pay back the favor as well.

A Diva will be wise to also place a certain distance between herself and those who are in a position to help her---to avoid intimacy will help the Diva remain clear headed and focused.

A Diva will learn the value of Networking in College because they will eventually become the contacts one needs in business (I will re-peat this frequently)

A Diva will develop an extensive proper English speaking vocabulary and avoid foul words and stumbling sayings such as “er, um, a like ya know, a like a, gee that’s hecka bad, gee Dude, where you at, get your freak on, Wassup, etc.” The only time she would ever use those words is when she is with her nearest and dearest.

But out in the real world, where you are earning the Diva Bucks, what you say and how you say it is what other people will judge you by and a Diva knows that and by speaking correctly, using all the right and proper phrases, people will think she’s is 24 karat gold and not vermeil----Because a Diva is always 24 karat gold and never vermeil.

A Diva will know how to shoot a gun, shot pool, play poker or Texas hold ‘em and still be a lady when she goes for the throat.

A Diva will develop a well rounded and well-modulated speaking voice so that the sound of it is not grating on a person’s ear but will captivate a person. This will also extend to her telephone voice. For a Diva knows that how one speaks will also raise the bar. Jeff Foxworthy, one time in his comedy routine, explained how much a person loses confidence if their banker or Doctor talked like a redneck. Although that was said as a joke it IS true in real life.

Because of her work at getting a good education a Diva will know how to get a conversation going by using the principle of H.E.L.P, H---hobbies, E---entertainment, L----literature, P----politics.

But most of the time the conversation at a party hardly ever gets past E---entertainment, unless one switches to Finance which can always be to a Diva’s best advantage (more on that later)

A Diva is also smart enough to avoid the dangerous minefields of Politics, Religion and Sports especially with men; even if she knows the subject thoroughly even if she has an investment in a sports team or a possible political candidate. The only time a Diva will ever slide into the field of Politics is to see which candidate maybe good or what congressional bill may affect her income or investments.

A Diva also knows that if a man remains on those subjects exclusively especially religion and sports then he is to be avoided if one doesn’t want to get bored, unless there is information to be milked to the Divas advantage.

A Diva is never a member of one political party or another, because SHE KNOWS ALL PARTIES WILL LIE TO WIN VOTES but will vote or chose the party and/or candidate that will do the best for her investments and life style.

In researching something a Diva will always check her facts thoroughly and not be taken in by half-truths, rumors or gossip. And that should be a Diva’s Mantra.


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Well that's it for now----Except for one thing----I had a friend of mine ask me "How did your niece become a Diva?"

Well it happened a long time ago. I noticed by the time she was three that she always liked my best purses, shoes, dresses and scarves, never the cheap stuff----same thing with make-up---I lost so much Clinque to her inquiries and unexpected experiments ****sigh****

And when she and her folks and brothers came over to my house, she wanted to take a nap in Auntie's bed that had the velvet pillows (which I had to dry clean because of her drooling) not on the couch.****sigh****

Well one Saturday, my brother and sister-in-law with my niece and newphews were at this big mall, and it just so happened that several expensive car dealerships were showing in the mall (with velvet ropes around them) these fancy cars, you know Mercedes, BMW's etc.

Well my Brother was treating my niece to a chocolate ice cream cone, while my sister in law took to the boys to the boys dept. in one store to look for clothing---my niece always thought boys clothes were boring (one of the first words she learned)

Well She and my brother had finished their ice cream cones but my nieces fingers were still sticky with ice cream drippings on her hands-----when she saw IT!---there it WAS in all its glory----a bright shiny red Ferrari!!

My niece saw that and ran towards it, scooted under the velvet ropes started patting the red fender of the Ferrari with her sticky ice cream covered hands yelling at the top of her voice---"DADDY I WANT, I WANT!!!"

My embarresed brother had to step over the rope, pick her up like a sack of potatoes while she kept saying her mantra over and over again----a smartly dressed young man with a cloth and cleaning solution came up and removed the sticky finger marks and asked my brother "Well Sir how soon do you want to take ownership?" and my brother replied as he carried her over the ropes (with her kicking and yelling) "NOT UNTIL SHE'S 21!!!"

COUNTRY MUSIC IS BACK!!! YEEEHAAA!!!!

O.K. Folks.

Now you know, I am a country Music addict---and why not? It's one of the few musical styles left that sing songs about the true human condition. I had tears in my eyes when I heard "Alyssia Lies" that song sneaks up on you because it's about child abuse, but it's from the abused child's little friend who talks to her Daddy and he realizes something's wrong with his daughter's friend, but in the end it's too late. Ooooooo that one grabs you.

You don't hear that in 'gangsta rap'.

So why am I all happy---because the Bay Area finally has a country music station back on the Air. 95.7 The WOLF---Howwwwweeeeellllllll!!! (ya gotta throw in the wolf howl)

Now I can hear my old favorites and new ones as well. Now that makes this old mean kitty very, very happy.

But I'm not done yet----I just found out from my favorite clothing shop, that there is a satliette radio station that plays, music from the 40's and 50's---Now I've got to find a way to get that station as well and that will make this Kitty double, triple happy!!!

And I heard in the news that the 'gangsta rap' is falling out of favor---oh Snoopy Dog watch your CD sales---you could be in financial trouble---may have to buy less bling I guess.

Well this Kitty is very happy and is going to have a cuppa coffee and get her hair done.

Mean Kitty very contented (purrrrr) signing off

YeeeeHaaa I SURVIVED ANOTHER BIRTHDAY!!

Well Folks Mean Kitty has survived another year, Yep, the old gal is now offically 60 years old. And you know something it feels very freeing---yeah freeing.

O.K. so how do I explain that to all of you young un's out there---simple----when you have reached that particular level you are truly an "Elder"---not like those 18 year old Mormon babies that have "Elder Jones" or "Elder Brown" on their name tags and look like they couldn't grow a beard yesterday.

Nope, when you reach 60 you have MADE IT!!! and if anyone gives you Krap you can really say "Hey! You want a piece of me!!??"

But there is a caveat to all of this----I know too many 60 year olds that are still dumb and haven't learned their lesson---Yeah I've got one fellow co-worker ***sigh***I'm so glad he's going to be retiring in 2 years so he can get out of my hair. The idiot still hasn't learned to play the political game like I have. He's had so many repirmans in his record that they are pushing him to retire.

But for dear sweet Moi, well I've made a few mistakes (I'm not perfect) but they are begging me to stay---Why you ask? Simple----I've outlasted the Bastards!! Because I know how the game is played. So you want a piece of me??!!! Don't even try!

Well so far my birthday celebration has gone on for almost a week, can't complain there.

My fellow co-workers treated me to lunch at this very nice resteraunt called "Angela's" now we couldn't have alcohole because we had to go back to work, but we cleared it with the powers that be that we could take an extended lunch hour---hee, hee.

We had chewey chocolate cookies at work along with Snapple so we were celebrating all day long. Yeah we got some work done as well, not much but some.

The next night I went to my Brother's house for bar-b-que dinner and cake, we were celebrating not only my birthday but also my Diva Niece as well---she's turned 18! So it was a mile stone birthday celebrations for the both of us.

Of course for the weekend we each had different events to continue the celebrations with, she and her parents and best friends were going ice skating at an ice rink nearby and I and my Man were going to San Francisco for the Day---I wanted to go to the International Spy Shop.

What a Day! It was beautiful! We decided to take the Transbay bus to the city, and from there caught the F trolley Line----riding that is an adventure, it was so crowded we has to let two trolleys pass before we found one that had enough room to take us and even then we were packed like Sardines, that is where you can get real friendly or have your pocket picked.

The fair box wasn't working so we rode for free, Man there is nothing like trolley surfing, that's where you stand up and try and not fall into the next person with each jerk and jump and bump the trolley makes.

We lost some passengers at the Ferry Building but it really didn't get deserted until we reached Pier 39: man it empted faster than a fat lady getting out of a tight girdle. (We can breathe).

Went to the end of the line at Jones St. and was at the Spy Shop, and that was interesting. Talked to the nice young, overly tattooed man there. He told me that there is a 2nd Spy Shop and each one works with a different theme, the one on the Wharf is urban gurilla and the one at the Metreon is sophisticated. But he let me play with some of the "toys" and showed me how some of this spy stuff works---Most people don't realize if they are being spied on because they are not aware of what is out there---only another "spy" would know it.

There were books on spying, on being a private eye, when in doubt check him out (a recommendation for all women) and James Bond stuff, miniature cars and figures and the latest James Bond Book which includes the latest movie "Casino Royal". I LOVE IT!

He did admit that the shop on the wharf is more for toursits, but they do carry and handle the real thing if one is serious. And he did suggest that I check out some web sites and also the Metreon shop as well-----Hmmmm right up my alley. My Man bought me the James Bond book for my collection. It was fun.

Then we went to the Anchorage and had a bite to eat, things have changed a lot there, I wanted something simple, so there was this nice little pizza shop, with tastey pizza---I liked it, but I was concerned because of it's location, I'm afraid that it will eventually fold. It's a risk that all independent business people take.

We took a walk and looked at all the toursit traps, I finally got to see the Museum Macanice (a mechanical museum) that has "laughing Sal" and all these old things that you put coins in to see how they work, some of them are morbid showing exicutions, and some are just quaint, a bygone simpler age. It's on a pier near Alioto's #8 resteraunt.

And if you walk through the building you come right upon the USS Pompanito submarine, we toured through it---it was just my size, but to small for my man----how guys put up with each other in such a small area during WWII I'll never know. Gotta be one tough person.

We could also see the Jerimiah O'Brian from the Pompanito's anchorage, but it was just a little to far for us to go to. The O'Brian is a big ship.

We fed greedy sea gulls with pizza bits. Took the carriage ride around the wharf, saw the outside of other toursit traps that we'll go to next time like the wax museum and Ripley's Belive it or not. And save Pier 39 for another time.

By then it was time to go home ***sigh*** it was a nice lovely day, like I wish the rest of my life would be like, no big problems, just easy ones to solve. No serious money worries, No serious health worries, no government interference, just living our lives, enjoying it and helping others.

No big hurdles, just little bumps that can be smoothed out.----How I wish the rest of my life could be like that.

We got home on the transbay bus, went to Applebee's for dinner. My brother called and said that he and his missus were going to take us out for a more fancy dinner in April. He realized that hitting 60 is such a Big Milestone I told him that for my Niece hitting 18 is also a big Milestone too. And that's what he said---seems my Niece wants to know what it was like for me when I hit 18---I told him that a lot of good things happened when I hit 17 but realized it when I was 18 and hit another when I was 21.

He told me that my Niece and her friends had a great time at the rink, and all day---but now he's worried, she's wants to go for her Diver's licence---I told him "have her take classes at a reputable driving school" and I recommended one to him and suggested that she buy her own car and learn the real expense of it. We spent the next hour commiserating on how children grow up.

So we are all going to get together again later this month for another Bar-b-que so my Niece and I can exchange 'war stories'. I love my family ---- warts and all.

And I'm still celebrating my birthday, and it feels good----it feels freeing.


Mean Kitty relaxing in the sun and enjoying her cuppa coffee signing off.

HOW CAN A WOMAN TYPE WITH LONG NAILS???!!!

My Diva Niece (bless her manipulating heart) put these long glue on nails I went along with it as a lark, but now I've got a problem, I can't get them off!!

Seems I've got to soak them for 20 minutes or more to losen them and then use nail polish remover to get rid of the rest of the glue. So here I am trying to type with these nails and I can't get it up to speed plus it's too easy to make mistakes----So how do those gals type with these long nails????

Frankly I think these long nails is the problem for all the mistakes that occure when one does business. I mean one typing error can curse you for life!!!

Well yeah they do make the hands look longer and more elegant, but I can't zip up my dress or pants, I can't put on make up properly because you've got to make sure the underside of the long nails are clean and if they are acrylic nails you can't use the hair remover because then the nails will melt. And putting on nylons is a bear becuase the nails will cause runs--- And I Still Can't type worth a darn with these nails!!!

Now I did a little research about nail length and as I understand it---it's some sort of tradition that the longer the nail the more wealthy you were because you didn't have to do manuel labor.

Well how does that explain about the gals that are typing our paychecks, or dealing with our billing with long nails, I know they aren't wealthy. What does that mean---they don't wash dishes, or do house work??? I hate to see their houses.

Well I don't mind nice nails but I think the length could be a bit shorter. And my niece was having fun putting them on.

Oh well can't spoil her fun---but I'm taking these nails off tomorrow cause I can't type a DARN with them!!

Mean Kitty signing off with her too long claws (ouch!)

"GhostRider" Rocks!!!!!

Well Possums, Mean Kitty went to see the new "Ghost Rider" movie and with all the CGI stuff it rocks!!

O.K., O.K. so the plot line is simple---Good vs. Nasty Evil, but Good sold his soul to the Devil but did it for love (now is that an out on the old 'Faust' story or what) So Good can control his 'curse' and to hell with the Devil.

Of course it does mean he can't have a normal family life, but really folks, can you picture trying to shave the morning beard with your head on fire?

The movie is rated PG 13 and for a good reason, for the real little ones it's not kid friendly, I mean there are going to be some kiddies who are going to dream the Boogy Man has a flaming skull.

Which is what disturbs me-----my honey and I went to the Sunday matinee which is fine after reading the Sunday comics and can still take the Sunday nap time, but once we were settled down into our seats, in comes a whole family---well more like two families, 2 moma's, at least one papa, two teens and 5 kiddies from ages 4 to 9 and one little nursing baby---and they sit in the row ahead of us.

Now I'm not complaining about them---the kids were really well behaved, and the oldsters had them well in hand, even little nursing baby, cell phones off, food and drinks distributed, each kiddie with an adult to monitor them. Well planned really---it's nice to see that----doesn't happen too often so I'm was really happy to see that they had a game plan with dealing with the littles.

But what had me concerned is the imagry on the screen getting the kiddies to have nightmares. That could really happen----Now my Honey loves to dress like a Cowboy, all in black (his homage to Johnny Cash) he wears dark wrap around sun glasses, and this long black duster, and he's tall 6 feet 2 inches tall and with his durango boots that makes him more like 6 ft 4 inches tall.

So the movie is over, and the lights come up and the family in front of us gets themselves together to leave, since my Honey and I are in the top last row with the nice wide front aisle, he's a bit stiff from sitting too long, so he stands up in his duster and boots and puts on his cowboy hat and sun glasses.

The 4 year old girl and the 5 year old boy from the family look up and see him and the looks on their faces, they thought they saw the devil himself, Popa looks up and almost falls over backwards into the lower row of seats he was so startled.

So my Honey he just looks at the kids who are now frozen in place and papa says to them in Spanish "Move, Move or El Diablo will get you" The two teens they just look at him also wide-eyed, and here am I also in my black jacket (did I tell you it was freezing cold out?) and having just put on my black cowboy hat, am trying not to snicker. Finally one of the teens said "Nice coat Man" and Honey says "Thank you".

We wait a bit for the theatre to clear out, 'cause we didn't want to fight any crowds, but when we finally exited into the hall that lead to the Lobby, the family was still there along with other parents with their little kids, and when they see Hubby, the littles were just frozen----Yep! Watch out Kiddies or Hell will come to your half acre!

I'm not saying anything and neither is Honey, we just walk straight out the theatre into the cold sunlight, but when we got into our Dodge, we started laughing. More like "MMMWWHHHAAAAA!!!!!!"

Well maybe we did scare some kids straight----but I do worry about taking 4 and 5 year olds to a PG 13 movie that will give them nightmares!

Mean Kitty still laughing signing off.

I can't believe the way young people spend money!!!!

I have a habit of watching "Judge Judy"---Now if you want a laugh on the stupidity of people just watch "Judge Judy".

Last night, this 26 year old guy (and an idiot as well) he comes on to defend himself from having to pay back his aunt $650.00 that she loaned him to fix the engine of his Mustang--his 2 year old Mustang---

First off I want to know What the Heck did he do to his car that would make the engine sound like it was a bunch of Tin Cans??!!!

My '63 Chevy Nova sounds good dispite it's age (poor baby it's 43 years old now).

But then on top of that the idiot had received from his late Mom $150,000.00 and blows it all in just a few years, so now he's got a job being a black jack dealer, his ex-wife gets a brand new car and new funiture and an apartment on his dime and he has no money left!!! And has to pay $400.00 a month child support ( I think we know the reason why his wife left him---NO MONEY HONEY!)

If I received that amount of money, I'd pay off my credit card bills, get the foundation updated on my house, buy a newer car and what's left over I'd put in an IRA or something that makes money. Furniture I can get at Goodwill.

Well the Judge found in favor of the Aunt so the idiot nephew has got to pay her back----but it's the same song, I've been hearing over and over again---kids do not know how to save or wisely purchase anything. They have got to have all the materials things like RIGHT NOW!!!

I still don't have cable T.V. and even then I'd only go for the cheapest service---all I want is the history channel and Turner Movie Classics.

My boyfriends' son wanted to live on his own---20 years old he is---so we said O.K. BUT---we are not going to help you if you fall behind on the rent or bills you have got to hustle your own buns to make payments and you have got to get a job that will cover your medical and dental, or you go to a free clinic. You want to live on your own? Well Welcome to the real life.

He only lasted 6 months out there, He couldn't hold down two jobs and still have enough to go to school. So we helped him move back (at least he was up to date on his bills). We made arrangements with his Mom for him to live with her while he worked part time, went to school, and he paid her rent and part food and utlities, since she could cover him for medical etc. he was fine.

She was so glad we gave him that lesson. NOW HE KNOWS IT"S TOUGH OUT THERE!

As it's been said before "Nobody gets out Alive!"

I just wish I had the $150,000.00

Mean kitty signing off

WHAT IS A DIVA ---Intro and Chapter One

What is a Diva?

Introduction

Well my Dear, Sweet manipulating DIVA niece has asked her dear sweet old Aunti to put down in writing "WHAT IS A DIVA?" and what kind of work it takes to be a DIVA.

Now she is a Diva down to her little manicured toes, but when I mentioned to her the word "fiances and investing" (about 6 years ago when she was 14) her little shell like DIVA ears picked up. So she went to her Daddy (my Bro) and asked about investing and credit and debit-----hee, hee----she's got her brothers and cousins all spinning around.

Of Course her she is going to college and paying serious taxes, but she doesn't mind, her investment dividends are paying for her college education with little out put from her folks---wise child.

When I gave her the book "Three Black Skirts" I told her that it would help her when she finally went out into the world. But she has also seen me in action, so she considers me a DIVA.

One thing she has noticed and I have to agree with her---there is not enough CLASS in the world anymore, no class acts at all. Everyone wants to be in that "gangsta" mode which is so trashy and cheap. Now for her 20 year old self to take notice of that tells me that she's looking for Armani or at least Brooks Brothers with serious smarts and no hipocracy.

So when old Auntie is down in the dumps about her heart condition---sweet little Diva Niece comes along with an idea to cheer her up. (Gotta Love that child)

She is hoping that other possible Diva's or Diva wanna be's will start taking lessons from this blog.

So this is going to be coming to you in sections or chapters as I work out each chapter and it's hoped that all you DIVA's out there will print it up and make it your Bible.

Now there is a caveat----If I seem to not explain something throughly in one chapter, check another chapter or keeping coming back and check a future chapter because I may either expand on it or revise my thoughts on it. (Even Mean Kitty DIVA's can change their mind)

So here it goes------

What is a Diva?


CHAPTER ONE

The word Diva was originally used for opera singers of the first and finest caliber. This word now applies to popular female persons who are non-operatic Because of that it can also apply to an attitude since many of the non-operatic performers now-a-days have little talent.

In order to qualify as a REAL DIVA you must have one or both of two qualities or dominant traits, a broad and expansive voice or great talent and/or a thoroughly captivating and commanding presence.

The word Diva is the femine Latin word of Divus which means “Divine One” or “God/dess” (Male opera singers are sometimes referred to as “Divo”)

So A Diva is a person who has a rare, outstanding talent or is an extremely independent, confident and wildly talented woman. Think Aretha Franklin, Tina Turner, Cher, Marlene Dietrich, and Mae West as a few prime examples.

But in the real world of making a living it’s a lot more than that, it’s also a way of life and survival. As you read on you will find out how to become A Diva~~~~~

THE DIVA’S OUTLOOK ON LIFE

A Diva must remember that the word Diva means “Divine Inspiration for Victorious Living” (see Michele McKinney Hammonds’ books)

A Diva knows that if she ignores or dismisses her history she’d be living a lie. A Diva sincerely believes that the mothers, grandmothers and great-grandmothers of the world went though all they did so we Diva’s wouldn’t have to wake up in the morning with plight and torture and insurmountable odds on our shoulders so we can be free to think about outfits, clients, parties, rocking the industry, making tons of money for our financial security and taking over the entire world.

A Diva will never take for granted all the hard work they did and will continue to fight to keep the gains that have been made for womanhood and demand for more.

A Diva will not be trapped into a straight jacketed life as defined by society, religion, government, men (especially from her boyfriend) or other women.

A Diva is shaped by her parents, grandparents and other relations, and if she is in a good family and social environment she will always take the good with her, the bad she will leave behind. If she is in a negative or toxic family and/or social environment she will do her best to break out of it, she will never forget where she came from, but she will not let its scar’s keep her down but overcome them.

A Diva is her own adult person. She does not need another person to help define or fulfill themselves nor does a Diva need another person to love them to feel that they are loved. A Diva Loves Herself First. (More on that later)

This may give the appearance of being selfish or self-centered, which in the long run is not a bad trait if utilized properly, because A Diva KNOWS that to think of herself first is the first rule of survival. The clever trick that the Diva will implement in certain situations, is making it look like it also benefits other people, but the Diva knows it will benefit her first.

For Example: I have a plum tree that needed to have one of its’ large branches removed but I didn’t have the funds, I also noticed that the branch that needed removing was pressing against my neighbors fence and its upper arms crossing over into her yard. I had informed her when she first moved in “if you want to trim back any branches from any of my trees that are going over into your yard, go right ahead and cut them back to the fence line, you shouldn’t have to be annoyed by them.” My act of generosity worked and she didn’t feel guilty about cutting the branches—I had even told her that she was welcomed to harvest any fruit that was ripening on her side. (Fruit Trees as Shade will give more bang for the buck)

Eventually she came to me and explained about the branch pressing against her fence, and the need for the tree trimmers to have to come onto my property to cut the offending branch, I said I understood the necessity for it to be done and had no problem with it and even drew up a letter of permission for the tree trimmers to come onto my property. The end result she was happy that the branch wasn’t pressing against her fence and causing damage and I was very happy that it didn’t cost me a dime.

A Diva can also be truly caring or generous about other people or situations behind the scenes without announcing, being flamboyant or mushy about it. A Real Diva never brags about it, her actions will brag it for her.


EXAMPLE: From the movie “She Done Him Wrong” with Mae West

Woman with small child stops Lady Lou (West) on the street---“Miss Lou you are a fine woman, A Fine Woman!”

Lou replies with a smile: “One of the finest women to walk the Streets!”

This scene suggests that Lady Lou has helped needy people without her racketeer boyfriend and his cronies as well as any religious or social snobs knowing about it.

Later on in the film Lou sells one of her fabulous diamond necklaces to prevent the charity mission from being kicked out of its home. Granted she does that to prevent the handsome Chaplin from leaving her sphere of influence but her selfish action also keeps a much needed organization from leaving. Watch the movie “She Done Him Wrong” and although dated and a bit corny, see a Diva in action. There are several films featuring Mae West which shows what actions a “worldly-wise” woman will do to get her man, but also helps other people---“Belle of the Nineties”, “Klondike Annie” West’s characters never mock religion or motherhood, but knows how the real world is like and how naive people can be.

A Diva is always confident in her abilities, she knows that with her knowledge, smarts and talents she can mentally “kick butt and take names”, however there are times when it’s good for a Diva to have someone around to bounce ideas off of, whom a Diva will consider a friend, but never either a rival or a slave.

A Diva knows, understands and plays the mans’ game without being a bitch, she knows she has to be smarter than men and stay away from using sex or gutter tactics that can place her in a position of personal, career, financial or legal harm or scandal.

A Diva is always aware of the law and will make the law work for her. If a Diva wants to get a quick lesson about the law she should tape, “Judge Judy”, “People’s Court”, “Judge Joe Brown” and “Cops” not only will she get a quick lesson on the law but also get a laugh about people’s stupidity.


A Diva is never a bitch. Although the term “diva” has been used in a less than flattering tone which indicates “bitch”, a Diva knows that when it’s used in the negative the other person is describing an unpleasant, demanding, and troublesome woman. A True Diva is none of that, but she always gets what she wants, and if she can’t get it, she doesn’t want it.

A Diva will turn the word “bitch” to mean a “Babe In Total Control of Herself”
(B.I.T.C.H.) which a Diva always is. She will also turn that word around to also mean a
Beautiful, Intellegent, Talented, Charming Honey.

A Diva is tough without appearing to be tough, but she is not passive/aggressive either, she always works from a position or platform of power, knows all the angles, will make sure that what she has, and is doing is within the law and will hold up in court, and thinks like a man without having to be one. (You will note that I will repeat this quite often---remember don’t act like Rosie O’Donnell)

A Diva NEVER SHOWS ANGER, or distress about a situation and she never panics. If a situation comes up that could make her angry she controls it and instead will analyze the situation to see if there is any way it can be worked in her favor or if there is some way she can utilized the situation. Otherwise she will take it as a learning lesson and file it away among her repertoire of Diva tools.

A Diva will remember to “Hope for the Best, Expect the Worst and See what comes.”

A Diva strongly believes in a woman’s right to choose. This is something she will never forget, because once her sovereignty* is taken away she and her Diva sisters will begin to lose all that those who went before her fought hard to win. A Diva will make sure that she and her sisters will never lose those freedoms of choice.

A Diva always knows that she is talented, gorgeous and smart although a man may never be aware of it, belittles it or doesn’t even think of it, it’s one way to outsmart them, and should a man even attempt to belittle a Diva for her smarts, she KNOWS he’s poison and will kick him to the curb right away. A Diva doesn’t need a guy like that to “squire” her around

A Diva can be and most always is a “Warrior Woman” but she never shows it, except when she makes “the Kill”, and even then she does it like a Lady.

A Diva understand the saying “Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me,” so she makes sure she is NOT fooled at all.

Especially in the items that will be listed, A Diva will be the master of or have a strong understanding in matters of health, business, finance, educational knowledge, attitude, interaction with others and dress, and this can pay off in big dividends----especially if Divas want things to come their way.

A Diva will not be rushed into decision making, but will apply the “10-10-10” rule, which is “How will this affect me in 10 minutes, in 10 months, in 10 years.” Part of this would also assume that the Diva has both short term and long term goals and also a willingness to realize that it’s important to face difficult realities and that this rule will bring about a realization of what is truly important and will prevent the Diva as she is growing up from getting into serious trouble.

For Example: If a Diva is with her friends and one of them says “Hey so and so is having a party, lets go and crash it” A Diva will mentally step back and quickly analyze the situation--- She will think ‘will this bring the police, will I get arrested, or harmed, will I go to jail and therefore lose any chances of good financial advancement. Will this childish action be harmful to me in any way especially as I get older?” A Diva will realize that for the few moments of childish actions or imagined infantile insults, it can lead to a lifetime of pain.

A Diva can be commanding and yet nice, especially when dealing with someone in the service industries such as a Sales girl, waitress, housekeeping in hotels, anyone who renders the Diva a service. A Diva knows that these overworked and underpaid staff persons are what help keeps the Diva’s wheels rolling.

Two Examples: My boyfriend and I traveled to of all places Stockton, for a special event, the hotel we were staying at was very nice but not like staying at a 5 star hotel where a room could costs minimum of $500 a day, but every morning, before we left for the day I would leave a $5.00 tip on the night stand with a note saying “Thank You Housekeeping”.

I did this every day as I didn’t know which person was cleaning the room, the end result was when we returned each evening we had fresh towels, fresh sheets, fresh supplies of everything, every thing was immaculate and sparkling, even though we had not requested it.

My Diva eyes noted that whoever was assigned to our rooms was making an extra effort for us. On the last day we were leaving, again I left a tip but I added a longer note that said “Thank You Housekeeping for making our stay so comfortable.” I knew that it would be shown to the other staff and it would certainly reflect that their hard work did not go un-noticed and was appreciated, something that would give a boost to staff, but in doing that it made our vacation wonderful. So it pays for a Diva to note extra hard work by another.

The other event occurred during the Christmas holidays, I was at a department store and was looking at the special offerings of jewelry (A Diva can never have too much jewelry---the real stuff), the counter was crowded and the short amount of staff harassed.

People were saying ”here, here take me,” well as soon as one of the staffers finished with one customer she looked up with tired eyes and looked around and all I did was just smile and raised my hand a little and waved.

She immediately came over to me by passing the patrons who were trying to get her attention, once she was in front of me and everyone else realized I was next, I looked at her, smiled and said “Now take a few moments and breathe” She did and I knew it gave her a few seconds to get her thoughts together, that moment of sanity.

I suggested that management might want to consider a number dispenser to help create some order for staff and she said she was going to inform them and was grateful for the idea. I deliberately went slowly more for her sake than mine. And she gave me full quality service because with me she got a mini-mental health break.

So it pays for a Diva to note when a service person is also having a rough day, by acknowledging that the service person is human with feelings and problems, the service person will go the “extra mile” in service to the Diva.

A Diva needs top quality people in these fields------

Doctors---internists, and GYN, Dentist, eye doctors, and any other doctors, Lawyers (may need more than one), auto mechanic, a good financial officer/advisor (investments), a good CPA(Taxes---a Diva never does her own taxes when she can hire someone to do it but she will always keep excellent financial records), plumber, appliance repair for large appliances, a Vet (if you have a pet), gardener, handyman, maid cleaning service, grocery store that delivers, dry cleaner, tailor or seamstress, shoemaker for repair, hair stylist/beautician, manicurist/pedicurist, masseuses, computer repair person, insurance agent (auto, home, personal) a personal shopper (if need be) and if she is a Diva Mom a good pediatrician, Nanny, Day Care, Baby Sitter, Private School, tutors, etc.

If you have quality people at your service you have it made.

So why these people, one might ask? Some of them are fairly obvious, but some are not, so I’ll explain----A Diva knows how to make things last, because it does pay to be Frugal and not max the credit cards.

If a Diva’s Jimmy Cho’s shoe breaks or the handle breaks on her Gucci bag and as you know they ARE expensive, she doesn’t throw them away, she repairs them. The same with clothing, autos, appliances, electronic stuff. In that way a Diva can be frugal, but when it’s dead it’s dead, still a Diva doesn’t throw it away, she will donate to a charity because there will be someone who might be able to fix it and it’s also a tax right off.


More coming in the next Chapter but let me explain *Sovereignty to you-------

This is a word that is not heard of much but to Woman and Diva kind it's a very, VERY important word and living condition-----

SOVEREIGNTY is the quality or authority of being independent and in charge of the conditions you live under.

Spedifically the word is used here about legally and practically arranging your affairs in such a way that you ARE in charge of your life, that you are prepared for challenges to your freedom, and that you don't unwittingly sign yourself and your family away to virtual slavery.

But you must remember----that Sovereignty carries with it RESPONSIBILITY. That is , if you take your life in your own hands, you also take upon yourself to act responsibly and with integrity in regards to your own life, your family, your community, you fellow human beings and the planet as a whole.

This is something that a Heck of a lot of Teenagers DO NOT UNDERSTAND----O.K remember you want to be your own person---then be a responsible person, and too many teenagers do not comprehend that. They want to be free but not responsible, that is why so many of them land in jail or dead.

BUT A DIVA KNOWS AND UNDERSTANDS THIS TO IT'S FULLEST EXTENT AND WILL NEVER GIVE UP HER SOVEREIGNTY WHEN SHE BECOMES AN ADULT---SHE DOES NOT GIVE IT TO ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS, DRUGS, ALCHOLE, OR OVER EXTENDED CREDIT.

A DIVA IS ALWAYS HER OWN PERSON!!!!

The next chapter will be coming soon.

Mean Kitty taking a nap.