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Saturday, March 24, 2007

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

Friday, March 16, 2007

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.

Saturday, March 03, 2007

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!)