Merry Christmas to all and a Happy New Year~~~

Hey Folks I’m back,

Yeah and I know it’s been a long time blogging, but I’ve been having a LOT OF FUN!!! (She says snidely).

Well let’s see, my neighbor’s crazy son cut my phone lines, so I had to deal with the cops, the telephone repair people, the crazy kids’ parents (I told them if there is a bill they are getting it or I’ll take them to small claims court).

Then I had a kidney stone attack, My hunka, hunka burnin’ love rushed me to the ER where an admitting clerk sweetly asks me “and on a pain level of 1 to 10 with 1 being the lowest where are you” and I said “20!! And if I don’t get some pain meds I’m gonna bite your arm off!!” They admitted me in a hurry.

I have to say it was my first kidney stone attack and I hope I don’t have any more, no fun, but the “happy juice” was fine—Wheeeee! Well long story short, I passed the little sucker, but it’s got relatives, so the doc wants to treat them before they get bigger, gotta do it but I ain’t looking forward to it.

Then the sink in the bathroom develops a leak, I go to the bathroom at 5 a.m. (in the dark ‘cause I don’t really want to wake up) and splat, splat, so I yell out to Hunka “Did the Dogs pee here in the bathroom?” Nope just a dag blasted leaky faucet.

Now this is all in one week, My Daddy use to say “God only gives you what you can handle” well that’s just fine, but did it have to be in the same week????

***Sigh*** so I’m balancing the check book, realize that I hadn’t put anything into the Xmas club account, so I’m figuring out how to rob peter to pay Paul, I tell Hunka “Sweets, don’t give me no Christmas present this year, as a matter of fact, I don’t need a birthday present, a mother’s day present, a valentines day present and I don’t need a present for next Christmas” and Hunka asks me why and I show him the budget and the hole we’re in, the repairs that need to be done (including the leaky faucet).

He looks at it and says “Well I guess the bad economy has hit us too. But what’s on the plus side?” Well we have an affordable mortgage, we can pay the bills that we have, we have an income but not much in “disposable income” and we have a couple of repairs that need to be done.

Well I have to say that my Man and I we put our heads together and we came up with a game plan, we were able to buy gift certificates to our favorite book store that everyone in the family likes to go to, we had enough money to buy the food we needed to take to the family dinner and we could pay for gas for the car.

So Hunka says “well I guess its rolling pennies for gas and Mac and Cheese for a while” and instead of watching T.V. we kicked ideas to raise more money to put in the “repair fund” And that’s our New Years Resolutions as well.

Can we do it? Of course we can, we’ve tightened the belt before, and we can do it again. We just have to be creative.

Christmas dinner turned out to be again at Typhoid Mary’s house (Why God? Why? I said to myself) but this time it wasn’t so bad, seems her daughter decided to take over and make sure things went well and can that girl organize, we did it pot luck style, with her planning the menu and asking each of the family members what we could bring, Well I said I could bring 3 kinds of veggies, with the appropriate sauces with them. So all they had to be was just heated at T.M. house.

And everyone else brought something, like stuffing, Manaconi and cheese, yams, pies (3 kinds), roasted red potatoes, herb rolls, butter, gravies for the ham and turkey, soft drinks, sparkling cider, sweet pickles, olives, cream and sugar for coffee, a small turkey, and a spiral cut ham, and they all arrived on the table nice and warm without being chilled or burning the mouth. There were hardly any leftovers and we told T.M.’s Daughter she can plan the next holiday party, she was pretty proud of herself and the house was warm, yee haa!

My Hunka, and my Bro and his wife (they’re doing the same as us) we took it as a sign that things are going to get better.

So after we left the house with full bellies and good wishes and tons of hugs and kisses (we are a loving group) Hunka and I got into our SUV, but I said wait a minute and I gave Hunka a card---It was the perfect card, it told Hunka how much I love the big mug, and he got all misty-eyed, then he said to me “We’re not going home right yet,” and instead we drove to “Christmas Tree Lane” and everyone’s house is all decorated with lights and figures, and playing music and everything, we weren’t the only ones, there were other people there too, taking photos and just being happy.

We hadn’t gone to “Christmas tree lane” in the last several years, because of the crowds but this time we went and all the other houses near by were all lit up too, it didn’t feel cold and gloomy anymore. We ran into friends we hadn’t seen in quiet a while and did a fast catch up, they told us what they were going through and had made financial plans like us and for some reason we all felt good about next year.

The radio was playing “Silent Night” and it felt right --- it felt right that next year will be better, we can do with less and by doing that we get more.

So belated Merry Christmas everyone and a Happy and Better New Years.


Mean Kitty snuggling up to her Hunka, Hunka Burnin’ Love and settling down for a nice warm nap.

Adopting a dog

Arrrgh Folks,

I don’t know if I’m dumb or too big a softie. My Hunka volunteers at the local animal shelter working with the big dogs and he told me about this pee-wee dog that was dumped by its female owner after having the dog for 12 years----Yeah folks dumped!!

Seems that she has 3 boys ages 5 to 9 and not a single one of them pay attention to the dog or if they do they have been too rough with it. They don’t even pay attention when the dog signals that it has to go out side to the bath room, so it winds up peeing and pooping in the house.

So after 12 years of ownership the woman drops the dog off, dragging her kids in as well, at the animal shelter saying “It’s not working out”.

The staff at the shelter were shocked, just dropping the dog off like unwanted clothing, after having the dog for 12 years!!! Heck she should have kept the dog and dump the kids!

So the dog, whose name is Gin-Gin, weighs all of 10 pounds is a Papillion mix, looks like a little fox, is put into one of the holding cells, to get checked out and hopefully adopted, the problem is no one wants to adopt an elder dog, especially one that has 12 years of “bad tapes”.

Now Hunka is talking to me about this little dog (she’s a female), and the callousness of the owner, so during one of the warm days the shelter is having an ice cream social for the volunteers and their guest, and I see Gin-Gin and she had such a confused sad look in her eyes, so I said “If that dog is not adopted by (a certain date) we’ll adopt her”---Duh did I say that???!!! Well I did---O.K. I’m a softie.

So that ‘certain date’ came and went and no one even looked at her, so she became a member of our family, of course there is a period of adjustment, like Beaucephuse has to let her know what the pecking order is and we have to read her “body language”, she does now understand the routine that when Beaucephuse goes out to the bathroom she’s gotta go too and do her 1’s and 2’s and she’s pretty good about it, although because they’re dogs, we do put paper down in the kitchen and she learned real good that if it’s on the paper she gets praised.

Of course what bugged us is that she didn’t want to sleep on this nice sleeping blanket, Beau has one and we got one for her but she’d just crawl under the bed and sleep there. Well that was puzzlement, then we put it down to 12 years of bad tapes, but recently that worked itself out.

One Sunday evening we were watching Retro Night on T.V. 20 (I think it was the “Adams Family”) when all of a sudden Gin-Gin hops onto the bed that Hunka and I were sitting on (it’s really comfortable and nice and warm during the Winter), she looks at us and we look at her, (now what, I think) and then she slowly walks up to us and curls up between the two of us, then Beau hops up and she curls up right at our knees, after a bit they both stretch out and I hear a very contented sigh coming from Gin-Gin, Hunka looks at me and says “Good thing we’ve got a big bed and a beat up quilt, otherwise it be mighty crowded here”.

So now when we watch T.V. or read and listen to music on the radio it’s all 4 of us on the bed, last night for some reason, it was real quiet and Hunka put on a Christmas CD by mistake, all nice and guitar, and it’s playing “Silent Night”, Hunka is reading his western novel and I’m fixing a hem on my skirt, and the dogs let out a collective sigh after having their bellies full of good food.

We heard that collective sigh and Hunka and I looked at each other and smiled, Yeah Beaucephus and Gin-Gin, it can’t get much better than this.

Mean Kitty signing off---all contented and beginning to feel Christmassey.

“Christmas isn’t a season. It’s a feeling.”----Edna Ferber

We are So Screwed!

Well Folks I guess you thought I’d forgot about this place.

I didn’t, I’ve just been busy. Work and Health.

And I am so glad that mockery of an election is OVER!!!!

What is with this overwhelming mis-guided, mis-placed adoration of Obama---He’s not Jesus H. Christ!!!!

It almost made me puke the way that people were crying and weeping over him after winning, women mostly, like he was some sort of rock star!

Why are they moaning after a guy who is going to bring communist style politics to our U.S. of A.?

Just remember folks, he’s inheriting the mess that was set up by LBJ and JFK and he’s made a lot of promises that he’s not going to be able to keep. He’s also going to weaken our security.

We are going to be targets for terrorists. In 6 months after he takes office he’s going to be tested, watch for it. And this country will be such a joke

He’s just going to be a puppet for the Democratic party and it’s Bidin who will be pulling the strings.

I didn’t vote for him. I don’t vote for a puppet----So he’s not my president and I have no respect for him and I weep for my country that voted on emotion and not on logic.

Bottom Line----WE ARE SO SCREWED!!!!

Mean Kitty signing off---snarling.

Yard Sales and Dogs

Well Howdy-Do Folks,

I’ve been having a most interesting weekend, starting on Friday night.

Well Friday night me and my Hunka, Hunka Burnin’ Love were settling down in bed to watch T.V. and no I don’t mean Jay Leno.

With my bum knee it’s much easier for me to sit in bed upright and watch T.V. and be comfortable. So Hunka to not feel lonely joined me, and so did Beaucephus the dog.

Did you know that dogs have a way of making a person move out of the bed without out them moving a muscle? That’s a fact. Our dog Beaucephus is a wizard at that trick. Old Beau will just lie there not twitch a hair and the next thing I know either me or Hunka is out of the bed and the dog has taken over. How do they do that??!! They don’t move a muscle and yet they manage to take over the whole dang bed!! I have never seen a cat do that maneuver.

Cats just give you the evil eye if you move. But dogs, they just spread themselves out like unwanted in-laws that drop by without telephoning. Science should study that, there maybe a secret weapon in that maneuver.

Anyway we all are getting comfy, cozy going to watch “Smackdown” wrestling, although I’ve been grumbling because the Undertaker was forced to leave the show although Triple H ain’t a bad substitute but he’s no Undertaker.

So the show comes on and Vickie and Edge are having their little talk and Vickie (cause she found out that Edge was fooling around before the wedding) plays a real good trick on Edge. She announces that the Undertaker is returning to Smackdown and at “Summer Slam” will compete against Edge in a “hell in a cell” match!

Well I just screamed “YYYYEEESSSSSS!!!” and I’m sure that the neighbors were thinking that Hunka and I were doing something naughty but who cares, all though the young guys on the block were looking at Hunka the next day with smiles on their faces and saying “way ta go man” and Hunka didn’t have a clue, until an hour later then his face turned 10 shades of red and it wasn’t a Sunburn.

Anyway, Hunka was happy too about the Undertakers return and said “that is righteous!”

So now all is right in a section of my world.

So on the weekend I’m doing a Yard sale.

Yard sales are a great way to get rid of things you no longer need, but is of some use to other people and you can get some extra money.

But I take it a step further, what doesn’t sell that I don’t want to hang on to, I box up and donate to a charity. So I may not get cash, but I do get a tax-write off which works just as good and is like cash in the bank later.

And it just so happens that a charity is doing their pick up drive the week after I do the yard sale, so I don’t even have to drop it off someplace, and that works for me and saves gas and time.

Now some people will take a yard sale even one more step, especially if the weather is fine. What they will do is have a bunch of their friends come over with things to sell and have a bar-b-que as well. And if that is not having fun with friends and making money then I don’t know what is.

Oh and how did I do on my yard sale? Got rid of 2/3’s of the stuff I didn’t want to keep, am donating almost half of what is left and the rest, well that’s no problem since I’m having another yard sale next month and I know that will all go.

Now that is Recycling!!

Now if I can just figure out how Beaucephus can take over the whole bed without moving I’ll have it made.

Mean Kitty signing off relaxing.

A Joke For Y'all

A friend of mine told me this joke and I thought it describes the government pretty well, so I'm going to tell it to all of you.


Seems there was this young feller' by the name of Chuck,

Now Chuck moved to Texas to get started in life, and so he bought for $100.00 a donkey from a Farmer.

Now the Farmer agrees to deliver the donkey to Chuck the next day.

Well the next day the Farmer drives up but without the donkey and Chuck asks him "Where's the donkey" the Farmer replied "Sorry Chuck but the donkey died".

So Chuck says "Well give me back my money" but the Farmer says "I can't do that I spent it"

So Chuck says "Well then give me the dead donkey" and the Farmer asks "What are you going to do with a dead donkey?"

Now Chucks says "I'm going to raffle it off" and the Farmer says "You can't raffle off a dead donkey" and Chuck says "Well we'll just see".

About a month later the Farmer runs into Chuck and asks him "Did you every raffle off that Dead Donkey?"

And Chuck says "Yep, I sold 500 tickets at $2.00 each and made a profit of $998.00."

So the Farmer asks "Well was anyone mad?" and Chuck replied "Only the guy who won the donkey, he complained so I gave him back his $2.00"

Chuck grew up and now works for the government.


And that's your joke for the day. Enjoy!

HAPPY 4TH OF JULY EVERYONE!!!!!

Well Folks it's the 4th of JULY!!!

O.k. so I know some of you are going to say "So what" Here's what and the 411----

If if wasn't for those guys getting together on a hot, humid, muggy, fly infested room in Philadelphia to take that flying leap into independence-----

If it wasn't for the courage of men like Washington, Adams, Jefferson, Franklin and the Lee's of Virginia knowing that if captured they would hang.

If it wasn't for the courage of men dealing being the scourge of hate, Nazism, and dictators laying down their lives 60 odd years ago....

And if it wasn't for the courage of men going into wars they didn't understand in Korea, Vietnam, Kuwait, Afghanistan, Iraq and yes dying....

This nation would not exist with all it's freedoms to be who we are, we can criticize, we can complain, we can worship the way we want, we have laws to just prevent chaos, we can protest, we can have petitions and HAVE OUR VOICES BE HEARD!!!!

Even if you don't agree with me on a lot of things, I am free to state them, and you are free to state your opinion, I don't have to listen to it, just as you don't have to listen to mine---

And you know what that is called FREEDOM!!!!

You don't have that in a state in which you either are of one religion or you will be killed like certain countries that we know about....

YOU ARE FREE TO BE WHO YOU ARE-----Just obey the laws of decency, morality, and to prevent you from getting into an accident, keep your clothes on and your pants pulled up and stay off the cell phone while driving so ya don't get yourself and others killed.

Now is that too much to ask for??

So that is what the 4th of July means to me, FREEDOM!!! But Freedom with the responsibility of (now this is a big word) Solviernity.

So have those bar-b-ques, those parades, those beer kegs, and fly the RED, White and Blue, and celebrate this nation of Freedom and diversity-----and don't complain too much, 'cause you could be living in Iran.

Just keep your oversize pants pulled up and stay off the cellphone while driving and don't play with the bottle rockets.

Mean Kitty signing off to enjoy the legal fireworks---"We'll raise up our glasses to fight evil forces saying 'Whiskey for my men and Beer for the Horses'"

Summer Solstice

Well Folks do you know what day is today?

It's the Summer Solstice, it's the offical first day of Summer, the longest Day time hours of the year.

And around here it's HOT! I mean it's so hot I have a box fan blowing on the floor (which moves the dust bunnies) so that our dog Beaucephus can lay in front of it belly up!

It's a hot day that if there were ciceda's they'd be humming.

It's a hot day, that you can smell dry grass, dust and heat.

It's a hot day where you are wishing for water on the rocks.

It's a hot day where sitting in the shade and just talking about nuttin' sounds like good idea.

It's a hot day where sleeping on a hammock in the shade is an even better idea.

It's a hot day where eating during the heat of the day is not a good idea.

It's a hot day where cold roast beef in the evening is just right, followed by ice cream (make mine chocolate)

It's a hot day that just laying down in a cold stream (if you can find one) sounds wonderful.

It's a hot day where even the sounds of running water sounds cool.

It's a hot day where just watching the squirrels in the trees and the birds in the sky outside is better than any T.V. program.

It's a hot day that makes a cold beer taste like ambrosia.

It's a hot day of a feel good kind that is like a religious experience.

And that's what makes it Summer.

Mean Kitty lazing in the shade signing off.

Don't Mess with these Young Ladies~~~~

Well go to it Kids.

Now and then there is a story or two that really just tickles me to no end.

I came across these two stories on I think Fox News.

The first story is about some dirt bag robbing a Lemonade stand.

Seems some dirt bag tried to rob a kiddie Lemonade stand of its money, all of $17.50, well the owner of said stand, a 12 year old girl was not going to stand for it and ran after the guy, yelling all the way.

Now he (the dirt bag) ran into a house to hide and she called the cops on her cell phone. Now granted it was $17.50 but it’s the principle of the thing. Dirt Bag was arrested by the cops for felony robbery and is held on $5,000 bail. Well turkey butt was it worth it?

But the 12 year old’s parents are standing guard at her lemonade stand, make sure no more dirt bags try to rip her off again. Although I think when she grows up she is going to be one tough business cookie.

The other story is that some pervert tried to kidnap a young girl right off a playground, he told her to get in his car and she yelled “NO” and took the pervs picture with the cell phone camera she had and then ran away to safety. She got a good picture of him too.

It didn’t take long for the cops to round the guy up and charge him seeing as how the young lady with her parents help was able to give the cops a really good picture of him. Now that is what I call good cell phone usage by both young tough minded young ladies.

And take two scum bags off the streets.

Good Work Young Ladies---Teach the rest how it’s done!!!

Or as I say when I watch “Cops” ‘Loose the Hounds!!!’

Manson Family Killer!!!

This is another I can’t believe it!

Do you all remember Susan Atkins, she of Manson Family fame, who stabbed over 100 times (they say 100) Sharon Tate and her unborn baby?

Seems that Ms. Atkins is dying of Cancer, The Big C has got her! And that is justice!

But Ms. Atkins and her current husband are filing for compassionate parole, so she can die in the “loving arms of her family”!!!???

Excuse me---but where were the loving arms of Sharon Tate’s family when the Manson Family was killing her?

Atkins was even given a form of compassion where none was given to Tate, she got life imprisonment, she live what 40 years more than Tate or her unborn baby. Frankly Folks that is all the compassion she should have.

Just the other night, my Hunka, Hunka Burnin’ Love and I were watching season 3 of Ghost Hunters (and I do have my comments on them later), and they caught EVP of a haunting that occurs at the current house that was built on top of the old house that Tate was killed in (the original house was razed after the murders). And there is the sound of a woman’s voice in pain and pleading ---this pain and fear is trapped there---Forever.

Let Atkins die in prison denied the loving arms of her “family”, denied breathing, seeing and enjoying the beauty of freedom. Let her die in the pain of the Cancer that is eating at her body, God has a form of justice, and this is it!

Ms. Atkins, as you lay dying inch by inch, in a grey prison hospital, no fresh air, no blue sky, no green grass, think on Sharon Tate and that baby of hers that never had a chance to live to enjoy that.

God has seen fit to meet out your punishment, tacked on by the legal justice system and it is right!

The inhumanity of some people!!!!

I just can not believe it, but it must be true. I mean Folks I read the story over and over with my mouth hung open----it only shows how depraved some people can be.

O.K. what am I ranting about---it’s a story out of Turlock, CA. Several people saw this guy with his truck parked on the wrong side of West Bradbury Road next to a cow pasture 10 miles southwest of Turlock, and he appeared to be kicking or stomping something.

One person thought it was a small bag of garbage, another thought it was a small animal, but it was a third person who realized it for what it was. This nut case was kicking and stomping to death a little boy of about 2 years old!

The BASTARD WAS KICKING AND STOMPING TO DEATH A LITTLE BABY!!!

This piece of shit wasn’t screaming he just kept saying that he had to kick the demons out of the baby. What demons??!!! If there were any demons it was in this piece of dung that was kicking the baby to Death!!!

Well everyone was calling 911 but because reception was not very good, the cops had a hard time locating the spot because it was night in cow country, finally a police helicopter flew over head, and a cop dropped out of it even before it landed, the cop drew his gun and yelled at the bastard to stop.

Do you know what the bastard did??? He gave the cop the one finger salute and kept on kicking the baby, so the cop shot the bastard dead.

One witness said that the bastard didn’t deserve to live.

Now some of the people were trying to stop the guy, but they were old people, and he just kept throwing them off, even a fireman had a hard time stopping the guy.

The others were afraid the nut case had a weapon.

The baby was dead, beaten, stomped and kicked beyond recognition. (that is like a stab to my heart thinking about it)

It is so hard for me to repeat it here that I’m just going to cut and paste the story as it came from the San Francisco Chronicle.


Killer dad said he had to 'get the demons'

(06-17) 04:00 PDT Turlock, Stanislaus County –

A 27-year-old grocery
store worker who police say punched and kicked his 2-year-old son to death
on a country road calmly told motorists who stopped at the scene that he
had to "get the demons" out of the boy, two witnesses said Monday.
Sergio Casian Aguiar of Turlock told people who urged him to stop late
Saturday that the boy was "trash," the witnesses said. He asked for a
knife at one point and, at another, said, "Look how they make toys now."
And when a Modesto police officer jumped off a helicopter and ordered
Aguiar to stop at gunpoint, he raised his middle finger and continued his
attack.


Officer Jerry Ramar, standing in a cow pasture behind an electric fence,
shot Aguiar once in the forehead, the witnesses and police said. Aguiar
died at the scene.

"Good shot, thank God," said Deborah McKain, a 51-year-old resident of
nearby Crows Landing who pulled up to the beating scene on a cracked
two-lane road while on her way home from dinner in Turlock, 10 miles to
the northeast. "That guy needed to die."

The reason a father with no criminal record would commit such a brutal
killing was still a mystery on Monday. Authorities do not know whether
Aguiar was drunk or on drugs, and toxicology reports on him and his son
will not be available for three to four weeks, said sheriff's spokesman
Deputy Royjindar Singh.

The boy was beaten so savagely that DNA tests will be needed to confirm
his identity, Singh said. His name has not been released.

The crime shocked this agricultural community and stunned those who knew
Aguiar and his wife, Frances, who had recently separated from her husband.

She was in Southern California when her son was killed.

Police said Aguiar had never been arrested. He worked at the 24-hour
FoodMaxx in Turlock, where a company spokesman described him as a good
employee whose co-workers were traumatized by what happened.

At the Mulberry Mobile Park, where Aguiar, his wife and his son lived in a
trailer for a few years before moving last year, manager Ronda Donner said
she was "blown away."

"Nice, no trouble. Their rent was always paid on time," Donner said while pruning trees on the property, where mobile homes encircle a parched
island of grass. "I'm still kind of shocked. He didn't seem like that kind
of person."

His wife lives in a modest apartment in Turlock. A bicycle, tricycle and a
toy car sat outside Monday. No one was home.

McKain, of Crows Landing, said she drove past Sergio Aguiar's pickup
Saturday night on West Bradbury Road and, at first, thought he was
"kicking garbage or something."

But she said her boyfriend, Dan Robinson, told her to back up and put her
headlights on Aguiar.

"Sure enough, he was kicking a baby around," McKain said.
She said the child was unconscious, his clothes falling off, and looked
liked a "rag doll." Robinson, a volunteer fire chief in Crows Landing,
showed Aguiar his badge and ordered him to stop, but Aguiar calmly said
something like, "It's just trash," McKain said.

Aguiar also said, "Look how they make toys now," McKain said, and at one
point asked Robinson for a knife.

When Robinson went into the pickup to turn on the hazard lights, Aguiar
stopped kicking the boy, helped him find the flashers, then went back to
his attack, McKain said. She said there was blood in the truck's cab.

McKain said her son, her son's wife and her son's friend were also there,
as were a woman and a man who pulled up in separate cars. She estimated
that she saw Aguiar kick or stomp his son at least 100 times, but she said
no one tried to stop him because he appeared to be dangerous. One fear was
that "maybe he had something in his pocket," she said.

Also, McKain said, it was clear that "the baby was gone."

Another witness, 23-year-old Lisa Mota, said Aguiar "wasn't acting like a
crazy person, running around or screaming. He said, 'I've just got to get
the demons out of him.' He was very calm.' "

Mota said she went to a counselor Monday to talk about what she saw but
wasn't ready to talk about it publicly.

"Even having witnessed it, I still can't believe it happened," she said.
"I don't think it's ever going to leave my mind. For someone like me who
is about to start a family, it's a fear that there's people out there like
that - that even have the thought to kill a child."

The roadway was still stained with blood Monday, and one neighbor had
attached a teddy bear to a nearby stop sign.

Singh said authorities received several 911 calls about the beating just
after 10 p.m. Saturday, and that the first officers to arrive were aboard
a Sheriff's Department helicopter that had been patrolling over Turlock.
The pilot, a sheriff's deputy, and Ramar, the Modesto police officer,
landed in a cow pasture just off the roadway about 10:19 p.m., Singh said.

Ramar jumped from the helicopter before it touched down, ran about 20
yards toward Aguiar and, while standing behind the pasture's fence,
ordered him to stop beating the boy, Singh said.

McKain said Aguiar responded, "I'm not going to prison," and when he
raised his middle finger, Ramar fired.

E-mail Demian Bulwa at dbulwa@sfchronicle.com.

This article appeared on page A - 1 of the San Francisco Chronicle


O.K. Folks there it is all in its ugly truth---there is another follow up to this story and I’ve included it here~~~~~~~~

What led Turlock man to fatally beat toddler son?
(06-17) 14:28 PDT Turlock, CA (AP) --
Investigators are trying to figure out what prompted a 27-year-old man
with no criminal record and no apparent signs of mental illness to
savagely beat his toddler son to death on a dark country road.
Sergio Casian Aguiar, who worked at a supermarket in Turlock, was fatally
shot by police Saturday night after he refused to stop attacking his
2-year-old son, according to the Stanislaus County Sheriff's Department.
Aguiar's wife, Frances Liliana Casian, a kindergarten teacher, told
detectives that she didn't know why Aguiar would brutally beat their child
and said he didn't have any mental illness that she knew about, according
to sheriff's spokesman, Royjindar Singh.

Results from toxicology tests to determine if Aguiar was drunk or on drugs
are expected in about four weeks.
"We may never know why the suspect beat that child to death," Stanislaus
County Sheriff Adam Christianson told The Modesto Bee. "We hope to find
out, but it's going to take a lot more work."

Witnesses said they saw Aguiar stomping, kicking and punching the toddler
next to his pickup truck, which was parked on a remote, unlit road in
rural Stanislaus County around 10 p.m. Saturday.

Deborah McKain, 51, who lives in nearby Crows Landing, and her boyfriend,
Dan Robinson, were driving on West Bradbury Road, just outside the San
Joaquin Valley town of Turlock, when they spotted Aguiar on the roadside.
She told the San Francisco Chronicle that at first she thought he was
"kicking garbage or something," but soon realized he was attacking a
child. She said the child looked like a "rag doll," unconscious with his
clothes falling off. She estimated that she saw him kick or stomp the boy
at least 100 times.

Robinson, a volunteer fire chief in Crows Landing, and at least one other
man tried to pull Aguiar away from the boy, but the suspect kept attacking
the toddler.
Robinson told reporters that "there was a total hollowness in his eyes"
and that Aguiar spoke calmly when he said he was beating the "demons" out
of the boy. At one point Aguiar asked Robinson for a knife.

Minutes after at least three 911 calls were placed — at 10:19 p.m. —
officers in a sheriff's helicopter landed in a nearby cow pasture. Modesto
Police Officer Jerry Ramar jumped out, ran across a field to an
electrified fence next to the road and ordered Aguiar to stop.
"Put your hands up. Step away from the baby," Ramar said, according to
Singh.

When Aguiar stuck out his middle finger and kept kicking the boy, Ramar
fired his gun, killing the suspect with a shot in the forehead.
Two deputies tried unsuccessfully to perform CPR on the boy before he was
rushed to Emanuel Medical Center in Turlock, where he was pronounced dead.
Ramar, who has been a law enforcement officer for more than six years, has
been placed on paid administrative leave, a routine response for
officer-involved shootings.

Because the boy was beaten beyond recognition, investigators plan to use
DNA tests to confirm that the toddler was Aguiar's son. They also plan to
test blood that was found inside the cab of Aguiar's Toyota pickup, said
Christianson.

"This event didn't start at Bradbury Road. The blood and other evidence
leads us to believe the suspect may have ended up there, but the crime
really started someplace else," Christianson told the Bee. "That child
probably suffered fatal injuries before the motorists arrived on the
scene."
Aguiar worked at a 24-hour FoodMaxx in Turlock, where he was described as
a good employee, according to a company spokesman.
Ronda Donner, manager of the Mulberry Mobile Park in Turlock, where the
family lived for a few years before they moved last year, said she was
"blown away" by the news.
"Nice, no trouble. Their rent was always paid on time," Donner told the
Chronicle. "I'm still kind of shocked. He didn't seem like that kind of
person."

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They just don’t know why this guy did it. Well I’ve seen cruelty in all its forms, why do people do it? There is no need for cruelty. What made this guy go berserk? Was it because this guy was separated from his wife? Was she beginning to see things in him, that had her sort of questioning that maybe being married to him is not a good thing?

If that is the case why did she have him take “care of” the little boy? Did she think that he wasn’t that bad, that the boy would be o.k. with him? From all the follow up articles that I've read she says that he didn't seem to show anything that may indicate mental illness. Maybe so, but then why was she separated from him, she must have sensed something, something that she couldn't put her finger on, but for some reason she still trusted him to take care of the boy.

Maybe so, but then for some reason the kid started to cry or whine and the father snapped? What pressures were there that we don’t know about? Was he going to lose his job? Was he an illegal? I have no idea.

To the people that stopped and did something, to those that witnessed it, I’m praying for them, it’s something they will never forget.

And don't anyone "Monday Morning Quarter back this" according to the Lead detective, those people did everything they could do. They were not trained for this, this was something so shocking that for some people you cannot move. What my Daddy use to call "The deer in the headlights" syndrome. They just freeze, and those that did try, they were dealing with a nut case that was running on some sort of adrinline rush, the only way you could stop him was to killl him.

And the cop who did, couldn't get any closer because an electrified fence was between him and the nut case. See if the cop touched the fence it would have been enough to set off all the bullets in his belt and gun, so it could have been worse.

To the cops especially the one who shot the bastard, I’m praying for them, the one who pulled the trigger did the world a good thing. He's going to have to live with that memory for the rest of his life.

He and everyone there will always wonder could I have done more? Could I? Well according to the coroner that little baby might have been dead before they got there, so what they did was get a mad man off the streets.

Everyone did something that was all they could possibly do, so I will pray for them that although this was a horrible, horrible event that some how they will do something positive to give meaning to that little baby's life.

To the little baby who died and never had a chance to live and enjoy life, I’m praying for him, that the angels took him quickly and that he is now in heaven in Jesus and Mother Mary's protective arms. The little guy came to this earth for just a very short time, but his little life has affected a number of people. I like to think that is what he was meant to do.

Why this man did this sick act of murder I don’t think we’ll ever know. I hope there will be an answer.

But what I do know is that on a lonely road, 10 miles out of Turlock, at a stop sign is a Teddy Bear doll to mark where a horrible act was committed and a baby died.

It's Father's Day 2008

Hey there Folks,

It's Dad's Day. Now I know everyone wants to celebrate it in their own way. Some of us got lucky and had great Dads, and some of us had bums for fathers and would prefer to forget them.

I got lucky I had a really great Dad, granted he wasn't always in my life, well because of his work.

Dad was a baker, he baked bread---sometimes referred to as the staff of life---but it meant that he worked nights and slept days, so most of the times I really didn't get to see him.

He'd come home about 6 in the morning, leave his flour covered work clothes in a special basket in the back laundry room, wash himself in the laundry sink to get the flour off, and then go to bed. Mom would wake up and then get things ready for us kids, and we'd get ready for school, but we had to be quiet because Dad was asleep.

We'd get out of school about 3 p.m. and when we got home Dad would be up having a light breakfast. And that was a good time, we'd tell him about school and such and do our homework at the kitchen table and Dad would read the newspaper at the table as well having coffee.

One of the biggest investments my folks made in our education was a comprehensive dictionary---the Webster Collegate----and if we didn't understand something Dad would read it's meaning to us out of the dictionary, while Mom was putting dinner together, and finishing up laundry.

Now this was something of a miracle for my Dad because he never went beyond the 8th grade but he was a wizz at math, he could figure out those "thought problems" like they were nuthin' and then explain to us how to figure them out. He was most always right.

Mom handled the spelling and writing assigments. She was a wizz at that. She went to High School.

Then come 5:30 p.m. or 6 p.m. Dad would go off the work, now he didn't have to go far, we were lucky because the bakery was only two short blocks from our house and if Mom wanted me to run over there with something or something came up I could dash over real quick and give him the message.

So most evenings Dad wasn't home, it be me, Mom and baby brother, (who grew up to be Bubba size). But Mom in her own way made sure that even though Dad wasn't home, he still was a presense in our lives. It was in the little things, like large pictures of him in his Army uniform or their Wedding picture, or a picture of all of us from some speical thing we did.

Or Mom whould have my brother and me take up Dad's freshly laundered clothes and she'd follow with bath towels or something, and we'd help her put the clothing away.

On Wednesdays, Mom would have all of Dad's work clothes in a special cloth bag, and I'd put it on my Red wagon and take it to the cleaners, and I'd tell Mrs. Tillitson "Mom's says to be careful it's flour and rice flour" every Wednesday I'd say that, but when you're only 8 years old you did as you were told.

And Mrs. Tillitson would always say " I'll be careful, now here's the clean clothes" and she'd put the clean ones that were all wrapped up in paper in my wagon, and I'd give her the payment that was from last week and she'd give me the new bill for the current week.

I did that right up to when I was in college, But I could make change and pay for the bill right then and there, and I could pick up the clean clothes as well as deposit the used ones by then, but I still used that red wagon to walk them to the cleaners.

Mom always say "Let me talk to your Dad about that"....or "Dad and I are planning ..." or "Don't you get into trouble or I'd have to tell your Dad and he'd be upset" or "Oh Dear, I'm going to have to ask your Dad if there's a way to fix this".

See no matter what Dad was always a presense in our lives.

Dad always went to Church with us on Sundays, 'cause Saturdays was his day off of work.
He'd have Tuesdays off because no bread would be baked for Wednesdays, back then, why I don't know but it was tradition---you had to make sure you had enough bread to see you though Wednesdays and Sundays.

So Tuesdays would be the big errand days for him and Mom, they'd try to be home by the time we were out of school, and if we got home before them, we'd have a hidden key to get through the back door. But they'd be home real quick.

Now during the Summer, that was a fun time, Dad and I on Tuesdays would go to the Dumps--to dump green cuttings or something, and we'd find something he could fix and use.

Saturdays, if the money was there we'd go someplace, like to a park or fishing or something. Couldn't do it all the time, because back then like now, we had to budget.

Or Dad would be fixing something, or working in the garden, or painting some part of the house, or doing something on the car that 1936 Chevy. Or we'd go to Grandma's and help her out.

Dad's Day we'd have a cake for Dad, and fix him a special lunch or go out to Breakfast instead of coming home for breakfast. But every Dad's Day my Dad had to go to work in the evenings at 6 p.m. to get the bread ready for baking and bake it for delivery, he never had that Day off.

But Mom would fix him a speical lunch of Roast Beef Sandwhiches, and some other speical goodies for his lunch, and since the bakery was just two short blocks away I'd walk it over to him and walk into the work area, and wait until he had a free moment, then I'd hand him the lunch and say "Happy Father's Day Pop!" and he'd smile.

He never had that day off, so he could rest, because he took his job seriously because Bread is the staff of life and Great Dads and Moms are the life support of families.

Now I'm gonna treat my Hunka, Hunka Burnin' Love to his Dad's Day, His son is coming by and the two of them are going to enjoy a beer and tell tales to each other sitting out in the back yard and laughing themselves silly.

And I'm going to remember all the Dad's Days I had with my Dad and pass those tales on to Junior. I guess some of us are lucky.

Mean Kitty relaxing signing off.

Well Dang It All !!!

Just last week as I was gettin’ ready to snuggle down and watch “Smackdown” (featuring my favorite wrestler The Undertaker), the blinking bedroom T.V. goes fritz!! And I mean FITZ!!

I cannot sit up in my chair to watch T.V. right now because of my dagnabit Knee paining me, I’m suppose to have it elevated and fairly straight to rest it to give it as much healing as possible, so’s that’s got to mean I’ve got to sit up in bed and rest the knee.

So here I am---all nice an’ comfy, I’m watching The Undertaker come on down the ramp, smoke is swirling all around him, the Funeral music played on some sort of majestic pipe organ swelling and rumbling, the crowd going wild, Taker himself totally focused on the match looking like “Hell has come to your half-acre” ---ooohhhhh that gets me all tingly thinking about it (I ain’t dead yet Folks).

The Taker walks up the steps to the Ring, he raises his hands just so as the blue lights dim and brings up the white lights and everyone is yelling and then “Kablooey!!!!” the screen goes dark, nuthin’---deader than a run over raccoon. (and I’ve seen some dead raccoons).

I’m sitting there with my mouth frozen open---finally a croak comes out of my mouth--- “Hoooooonnnnnneeeeeyyyyyyyy” I whine-----My Hunka, Hunka Burnin’ Love comes into the room “You Whined?” he asks.

Well of course I whined I says, “the T.V. went Kablooey!” “Define Kablooey” Says he all straight faced----Now I’m thinking about getting my 9mm but I decides that since my knee is still given me hissy-fits I think better about that.

So I tell him how the picture just disappeared, poof! Faster than Copperfield made the Statue of Library disappear. So Hunka goes over to the T.V. and he hears faintly the sounds of the wrestling match. “HHHmmmmmmmmm” says he.

“Well” Says I.

“Sweet Cheeks, how long ago did we get this T.V.?” And I’m thinking “back in ’88. OOooohhhhh” the light bulb went on. “The picture Tube died, is that it?” “Yep” says he, “Time for a new T.V.!” He says with glee.

So I says to him “Ahhh, Honey Buns, where is the moola to pay for a new T.V.?”

“Weeellllllll, I’ve been saving money up from all those aluminum cans that we’ve been recycling (recycling is a good thing), and I’ve got about $400.00 (that’s a lot of cans) if we don’t go overboard”

“Well” says I, “there is no need to go overboard, we’re not into those 50 inch flat plasma screens anyway, so we can be frugal---as long as it works”

So the next day it’s high-ho off to Wally World, and we are looking at the TV’s and I do have to confess---those 50 inch flat plasma screen TV’s do suck you right into the picture, but we were strong, we stuck to our goals and found------- TA-DA! A 27 inch digital RCA T.V. for $248.00, closer to $275 with Tax, and we got a nice young feller’ to load it into the SUV (O.K. it uses a lot of gas, but I don’t want to be in those little tin cans---you get into an accident in one of those and it’s ‘good by Charlie’).

Now I’m thinking, with Hunka’s heart problem and my knee problem how are we going to get the T.V. into the house----well that problem solved itself thanks to Frank.

O.K. who is Frank? Frank is a little pug dog, looks like the Frank from the “Men in Black” movie and he’s the newest addition to our neighbors the Bertillini’s house hold, Frank is really their daughter’s pet, but Daddy Bertillini is walking the lovable mug, so he sees us and I says “Hey there Tony! Want a Beer?” “Yeah sure, ahhhh but what do I have to do for it?” (He ain’t dumb) “Help my Hunka move a T.V. into the house” “Sure” says he. (He’s easy; he’ll do anything for a beer)

So between the two of them with Tony doin’ the heavy work the T.V. is in and installed.

So I get the two a beer each and Frank has a spoonful (Warning: Do not give your dog no more than a spoonful of Beer----anything more causes painful headaches and Dogs don’t know any better)

Tony tells us the tale of his Woes with his X-Wife (and she’s a piece of work, ever since I caught her cheating on him ---3 times with 3 different men!!! I didn’t tell Tony at first ‘cause I didn’t want to ‘cause trouble, but when he caught her himself with man # 4, I informed him it wasn’t the first time, of course I explained to him why I held off telling him and he understood---so I offered to be a witness for him when he filed for divorce, and because 2 of the guys she was with were drug users is the reason why she can only have supervised visits with the kids---and a very limited spouse support for only 2 years).

Thank Gawd he’s got a good lawyer, who knows how to twist her nose, seems she’s complaining that she wants more support, but the lawyer can prove that she is earning more than enough to pay for her needs, and has requested a court ordered drug test, which she refused to take, so the judge says that if she is earning enough according to the proof provided, her request is denied and that she still has to take the drug test.

So now the ex is laying low.

So with the beer gone, the tale of woe told, and Frank all nice and cuddly in my lap, it’s time for Tony and Frank the dog to leave and go home and have supper, Tony’s Mom is one mean cook, she’d make Rachel Ray’s head spin.

My Man and I go into the house, and we stretch out on the bed and watch “Cops” on our new T.V. Dang but the picture quality is good as I yell “Loose the hounds!!!” when the cops go after a bad guy.

My Man just looks at me, sighs and says “You are blood-thirsty tonight, Sweet Cheeks.”

“Well Dang”, says I, “I missed seeing The Undertaker last night and you know that always puts me in a bad mood” I tell him as my attention goes back to the T.V. program----“Loose the hounds!!!” I yell again.

Ahhhhh life is somewhat back to normal in Mean Kitty’s house.

Just a worrisome thought~~~~

Well Folks

I have to say this is not a rant, it's a worry and I just don't know who to tell it to, so's I'm going to put it out here and then let GAWD take care of it.

Me and my Hunka-Hunka-Burnin' Love went to his doctor's today, now this doctor specializes in pacemakers---they got a name for what they do but I can't spell it.

Anyway, they are checking on how Hunka's pacemaker battery is working, and so far O.K. except they noticed that the 3rd wire (he has a Dick Cheney Supermodel it has 3 wires instead of 2) is putting out a little more effort and doing a bit more of a drain on the battery.

Now this is not to worry because they are keeping and eye on this----but the Doc says, that Hunka is going to need a chest X-Ray to see if this 3rd wire has "moved" and if so they will need to go in and run another wire into that part of his heart that is not working (that's why there's a 3rd wire to stimulate the part of his heart that doesn't work).

By doing that it will improve the "performance" and less drain on the battery.

Now we don't know if it's going to require an operation as yet, but the Doc wants us back in 3 months and before we come in we have to do a chest X-Ray. This way the Doc can look at it and then tell us what we are looking at.

Now the Doc doesn't see too worried, I guess it's something they've seen often enough to know what to do. He did say that there were several solutions to this problem, so there are options.

But****sigh**** it's a worry.

Hunka seems fine, no sudden weakness, no palapatations, no chest pains, no difficulty breathing, none of those systems that showed he had a heart problem. So the way I see it since the Doc is on top of it, he's making sure that Hunka will not have a problem.

I think if Hunka will lose a little weight that might take care of it, he's into this walking program and so far no problems, but the Doc wants to be sure. I think Doc wants to see if Hunka loses some weight that maybe that might take care of part of it, that's why the 3 months.

But****sigh**** it's still a worry.

Ya see the sad fact of it is that Hunka is worth more to me alive than dead, but I'm worth more dead than alive (it's finances and insurance)---itsn't that a sad state of affairs.

So I'm putting this out to GAWD and to all you Good Folks----I know that those of you who read my blog---whether to get pissed or just have a laugh---will know what I mean----Say prayers for my Man, 'cause he's got to outlive me.

And I know prayers work.

I thank you in advance.

Ya Like the Picture??

Hi Folks,

A Friend of mine sent me that little ol' picture that I have posted at the top. Told me that some people want to know what ol' Mean Kitty looks like.

Hmmmm I kinda like it. Strutting down the street, with a "take no prisoners" attitude.

(just whistle that opening theme from "The Good, The Bad and The Ugly")

Anyway, I've had a lot of people tell me that when they see me at first they think "ahhh she's just a pussycat"----and then "dum, de, dum, de dum dum dum dum" They say I even squint like Clint Eastwood---well that's because I'm near sighted I have to squint.

My Hunka, Hunka Burnin' love wants to join up with a Cowboy action shooting group, I told him go ahead, hell we've got enough guns for it. I've been to several of their "Shoots" and I like the competition and the fact that they dress like the old west, men and women. A number of them are involved in Gunfight old west Re-enactors that talk about the old west and gun safety.

There's one old boy he's got this Australian cattle dog, rescued it from a freeway, out in the middle of no where, dog hadn't eaten in days the man told me and was just about pegged out, he comes along with his Missus, sees the dog on the side of the road trying to get to somewhere.
So he pulls up, the dog sees him but doesn't know what to do, so the Missus comes out with a bit of hot dog and says come on baby Mama will take care of you.

Well hunger and thirst will overcome caution and the dog came to them so they put him into their camper and while the man drove she gave some water and a little bit of food to the dog so it wouldn't get sick, then the poor thing fell asleep. So when they got home they gave it a little more water and food and let the poor thing fall asleep again in their living room while they watched T.V. They gave him a few days to recover then took the dog to their old vet.

The vet said that the Dog was in good shape but had been starved, and foot sore, So with a good flea and tick bath, vitamins, medicine for the paws, good food and good lovin' the dog recovered and is very devoted to the couple, had the dog now for two years and they won't go no where with out the dog.

"Had to change some of our routines on account of the dog and hot days" They do their shopping in the evening during the hot weather, or one of them goes into the store and the other stays with the dog, some of the places they go to will allow them to bring the dog in. When it's winter or rainy there's no problem.

And with their trailer they don't have to worry about where to stay for "Shoots" or traveling.

I asked them what's the dogs' name "Freeway" they said---well that's as good as any. They have no idea how that dog got there, but they've never regretted rescuing him. They got him use to the shoots and noises, and make him comfortable when they are competing----set up their gun cart, with shade and a comfortable rug for the dog to lie down on. Dog knows the drill.

So Hunka, Hunka is going to join a local group since we are already members of SASS (Signle Action Shooting Society) and I'll be his cheerleader. I can shoot but with this bum knee I can't compete very well.

Oh well can't do everything.

Anyway don't you think that's a cute picture---Dang if it doesn't look like me---or at least my attitude.

Mean Kitty signing off---going to watch a Clint Eastwood movie.

Elevators, and sunshine and birdies

O.K. Folks,

Elevator update, Thank GOD (and Charlton Heston) the elevator people got it fixed!!!!

I was the first to use it, and rejoiced when it took me to the second floor. And a lot of people who are in wheelchairs are rejoicing too.

So I've been busy (as fast as my bum knee will allow) to get the rest of my work cleared away.

The sun is shining and I'm having fun watching the birds be very busy, I've noticed butterflys, and am hearing the humming birds with the funny little squeeky sounds.

On a nice Saturday or Sunday afternoon life feels good. I just wish I didn't have to sit around doing bills and housework, but life has a way of sometimes taking all the fun out of things.

But while I have a few minutes I'm going to enjoy it.

And by the way---I'm serious about having Charlton Heston being put up for Sainthood---St. Charlton protector of gun rights, moving mountains, and the inalienable rights of the common person.

Mean Kitty signing off doing grocery shopping.

"Greenies", Wally World, the house hold budget and Charlton Heston

Well Folks,

It’s been a little while, and I don’t know what to complain or rant about.

My knee is slowly getting better but I’m just sick and tired of being sick and tired, the dang thing is slowing me down and now I’ve come down with a cold and I don’t need that.

I’ve been going over the house hold budget and it don’t look too good, what with utilities going up, gas prices and food prices going up, it’s getting harder and harder to just live.

And now Medi-care is saying that old folks are going to have to pay more in their co-payments for prescriptions. What is wrong with this picture??

And my Hunka, Hunka Burnin’ Love sometimes just doesn’t see the prices. Like last week we went to Wally World (wal-mart to some) to see about getting a converter box for the T.V. (cause Digital is coming in Feb of 09) Well at first that converter box don’t work, but does my Hunka take it back ---no---he thinks we need an antenna---Dang thing costs at Wally World $30.00.

O.K. so we put it on and it doesn’t work, so Hunka goes back to the directions (when all else fails read the directions) on the converter box---now it works---only problem we cannot record on the VCR ***sigh***

So we are now stuck with an antenna we don’t need, so Hunak says to me “well we’ll sell it at the yard sale” Hold IT!!! We pay 30 bucks for an antenna that we don’t need and he says sell it at our yard sale we’re we’ll be lucky to get 5 bucks!!!??? So I says to him, “we will spend 2.00 on gas and take it back to Wally World where I’ll get full credit plus any tax that’s owed on it.”

But Hunka says to me “Why??” and I says “It cost us 30 bucks to find out we didn’t need it!!!!”-----“oh” he says---then I calm down a bit and asks him “Didn’t you read the price sticker on it?----“no”----DUH!!!!

Of course any place else would have been $50 bucks, but 30 or 50 I’m getting full credit for it.

So’s I sits him down and says to him “Sweets, we need to do a really serious talk about our budget finances---and it ain’t pretty.”

Now he gets the picture, frame and all, so he says to me---“As much as you don’t like Wally World, it looks like we are going to be forced to shop there for a lot of stuff.” And he was right, I told him we’ll take a shopping list of things we usually get with the prices that we usually pay for and compare it to Wally World, and if there is a big savings we’ll get our staple supplies from them.

And that is what our economy is doing to us, I can buy for $8.00 the same blouse at Wally World that would cost $15.00 at Mervyns and it fits just as well.

So what is wrong with this picture??? Now we have no choice, we have to go where we can get the same goods for less, no wonder small businesses are going out of business, no wonder larger corporations are floundering, no wonder retailers are worried, no wonder people are put out of work.

So what is the solution, we have resources and oil here in the U.S. of A. but the “Greenies” won’t let us develop it, we’ve given our jobs to other countries, we sell our food to other countries, we send our expensive medicines to other countries that sell it cheaper than we do.

And we’ve undermined the US Dollar, because we’ve become a credit nation. People are losing their homes, rents have increased by 14% and the profit makers have this nation by the collective “balls” and they are twisting it.

And is Clinton or Obama talking about what it will take to improve our economy and bring jobs back here, lower the costs of our prescription premiums, hold pharmaceutical companies accountable, get the Greenies off our backs so we can use our oil and lower prices??? HELL NO!!!

All they do is snipe at each other, “I’m better than you are, nyaaa, nyaaa” Get real people, talk about real issues, forget about the war for now and focus on home and the real issues, the war will sort its self out. We all know we are going to be stuck there for the next 5 years at least, so focus on improving our home land and getting us strong again.

And stay awake on China, and other countries that will do an economic invasion to destroy our economic strength, and go ahead and declare that Islamic extremists are terrorists to all free nations and that Islam as a religion should be looked at with extreme care as a cult, a very dangerous cult.

WAKE UP PEOPLE!!!! WAKE UP!!!! YOU ARE GIVING OUR NATION AWAY AND ENSLAVING US!!!

PUT CHARLTON HESTON UP FOR SAINTHOOD----LET MY PEOPLE GO!!!

FREE THEM FROM THE TERROISTS OF “GREENIES”, PC BYCLISTS, AND PETA!!!

AND GET OUR NATION STRONG AGAIN AND NOT WEAK LIKE BRITIAN WITH EVERYONE BEING SO DAMN P.C.

WHERE IS CHARLTON HESTON TO LEAD US OUT OF THIS SLAVERY???!!!


Mean Kitty signing off, sputtering, coughing, sneezing and with an ache in her knee.

Feeling older than dirt~~~

Man, there is nothing like an injury to make you feel older than dirt. I mean OLDER THAN DIRT!!!

Last Sunday just to be accomadating to my brother Bubba, I move 12 trunks of stuff that I inherited plus some furniture that was stored in his basement---(I wasn't left stocks, bonds, jewerly or money, I was left stuff!) so I had I been doing over the years is going through the stuff and selling off what I didn't want.

Well Bubba comes and asks me nicely "Hey Sis' I gotta problem, I have to do some serious foundation work, replace the water and gas pipes and fix the floor heater---had to refinace to do this, but before I have the workmen come in to do the work I've got to have you move your stuff, as I'm worried it may get damaged or worse destroyed and I know that would make you unhappy and I don't want you unhappy."

He's got that right, so we make arrangements to move the stuff into my shed as I finally have some room... oh was that a job and a half, we all came out aching, needing asprine and a hot soak.

OOO but my body decides to do something even worse, my left knee is aching something fierce, I mean I can't move it, stand on it, bend it, straighten it, like can't do nothing---so I go to the Doc's and that sawbones says "Well you messed up the muscles and tendons around that knee, good thing there's no water on the knee or I'd have to drain it, no fun. You just take these pain pills, put cold and heat on the knee, try and strech the tendons, and you'll be fine in 6 weeks."

6 WEEKS!!! Is he nuts???!!! I gotta work!!! I can't take no 6 weeks off like those fancy, schmancy football/baseball/basketball players---I gotta work!!! And those pain pills aren't worth a darn, just make me sleepy, so I take extra strength tydonol during the day and the pain pill at night.

My hunka, hunka burnin' love helps me get showered, dressed and undressed for work and helps me up and down the stairs and into the car. Thank God at work they are understanding and help out---then disaster---we have a power outtage then after two minutes the power comes on, then goes out again, then after a minute comes on again, but what happens is the power surge burns out the motor on the elevator at work and I have no way of going up stairs to do some assignments or even getting to the staff room for Lunch!!!

And these elevator idiots have to order the motor to be replaced and it's been a week! No Way was I going to climb a full flight of stairs---I'm having a hard enough time dealing with the stairs at my house. So our janitor (he's a nice guy) he's got a spare small microwave, and brings it to work, it's not to hard for me to go to his work office, so I heat my lunch and coffee there (with his permission) and even he is cussing out the elevator idiots for taking their sweet time.

But I notice that with each day, the pain is becoming more locolized and maybe I might be able to walk better by the end of next week and maybe by then the elevator is working as well---I hope.

But Dang!! This pain does make me feel older than dirt!

A Ghostly Voice from the Past

O.K. Folks,

This blog is about something so strange even I have to say it's ghostly. I read in the newspaper (the new york Times) about this recording that was done in France in 1860 that pre-dates Edison's tin-foil experiment of recording "Mary had a little Lamb".

Seems this Frenchman names Scott, was a tinkerer and Librarian and he was coming up with a way to write down what the human voice was saying, but this was so it would be deciphered by some new means in the future, Scott was not thinking of an audio recording but a type of writing form in which people did not have to write their words down, just speak into a tube and it would be written down by a machine and then scientists in the future would find a way to translate the waves into the written word.

Little did he know, so he used a roll of heavy duty paper and black soot put it on a small hand cranked drum placed a fine needle point on it that was attached to a speaking tube and then it was cranked while someone either spoke, sang or played an instrument into the tube.

The result was wavy lines that recorded the voice, much like the up and down grooves on a record. This Scientist---whose name I forget----is an audiophile researcher, he had heard about Scott's experiment and have come across several of these lampblack soot recordings, several done in 1857 and 1858 were of people talking and someone playing a guitar, but they were not very clear, all there was pops and hiss.

Now how did this Scientist convert these recordings? Well he created a virtual "needle", using light (much like how the sound is transfered to movie film), separated the sound (using computers) into 16 tracks to separate the hiss and pops, allowed for the unevenness of the hand cranking and did find something. So this was promising.

But he needed to find a really clear lampblack recording, he found out that Scott had left one with a diagram of his invention at this institute for mechanical science in France, and the recording was a gem.

He was able to reproduce a voice of a young girl, possibly Scott's daughter, singing an old french folk song called "Au Clair du lune" and the line is about seeing Peirrot by moonlight.

If you go to the New York Times Website for March 28, 2008 they will have attached two recordings---one from 1931 (very clear) of a opera singer singing this song (listen to this one first) that will give you an idea of how it is suppose to sound. The second is Scott's recording it runs for 10 seconds and it is ghostly, it is the tune, but there is something so eerie about it.

I had to play it several times just to feel comfortable about it, the voice of a young girl singing an old french folk tune from almost a hundred and fifty years ago before Edison developed the phonograph. And preserved on a flimsy piece of paper with easily smuggable soot, how quick it could be to wipe away something like that with one careless swoop.

It made me think of those ghost hunters EVP's (electronic voice phenomena), but this is real from a girl long dead and now just reaching out to us across the expanse of time.

Well the scientist presented this finding to about 150 scientists and audio researchers and was greeted with resounding applause, I don't know if it was for the fact that the recording was recoverable and the scientists techniques worked, if it was for Scott or for his long dead daughter's performance---maybe all three.

Oh and don't worry about Edison's place in history, his is still solid, because he was looking for recording sound, not writing sound, but when I looked at the picture of the recording it looks much like how we "read" sound now, so they were both on the same track this just pushes it back further.

Another thing I was thinking about is that some writer is going to write a suspense story (a la Da Vinci Code) using this re-discovered science. I'm looking forward to that.

A suggestion and a link

Hey Folks,

I have a friend---I think she's sweet in her own way---I've mentioned her before, my friend "The fabulous Diva" she has her own blog site "ladivalocafabulous".

But she had some really good advise on her blog and I think you folks should check it out---now I know she sounds pretencious, but she really does sound that way, until you get her into a talk about investing and stocks and business, and boy does that all fall away.

She can hold her own with any man---and she knows more about this stuff than I do. If I had the money to invest I'd go to her for advise.

So for all you young folks out there and all you gals that plan on being real Diva's check out her web site---I have it on the "my links" part of my blog.

And that is my recommendation to ya.

It's the WATER---that fish swim in---bleah!

Well Folks,

There is so much for me to rant about I just don’t know where to begin.

And if I cram it into one long blog I think each subject is going to get lost.

So This one is going to be on chemicals in the water. Please check below for my other 3 blogs that I have posted today---yep! I’ve been busy.

O.K a couple of weeks ago it was reported that all kinds of medical chemicals is in our San Francisco/Alameda County drinking water----excuse me but who has been pissin’ in our water supply!!

It is my understanding that we get our water from Hetch Hetchy all that wonderful pure mountain snow----I guess all those chemicals that the deer and the antelope and bears and mountain lions have been getting and pissin’ into the snow is finally getting to us.

Well it seems that they got part of that story all mixed up, it seems that some areas recycle their water from waste water---but not in the Bay Area where we get ‘pure’ mountain snow. Places like Los Angeles, and San Diego and New York and such---no WONDER the people are nuts there!!!

And forget bottled water folks---that stuff is straight from the tap, they can claim pure spring water if 1 thousandth of a part of the water you get has a drop of pure spring water.

So Arrowhead, Alhambra, Perrier, Dasani, and the other designer waters is just plain tap water right from the lead (or copper pipes) Have you ever tasted Los Angeles water? It’s awful, and now I know why. People are pissing their chemical laced urine into the john, it gets flushed and goes to a holding waste water tank far, far away where it gets filtered, treated, “purified” and other stuff and it tastes like crap!!!

Of course a lot of people don’t know what to do with the expired pills and such that they have left over so it’s easy to dump it down the toilet.

But at least our water source is from ‘pure mountain snow’ where deer and antelope and bears and mountain lions can piss in it.

If there is one thing I WISH T.V. and News reporters do is to at least get the story RIGHT!! Because the next news day they had to come up with a report saying that our Bay Area water is the Best in California. Well I hope So!!! After all, that water originally came from evaporation of the ocean water, fell as snow and rain into the mountains where even all those wild animals pissed in it, it was filtered through the natural granite rock surfaces and in the Dam, and then it tumbles down the dam and into various holding areas and through pipes and filtration systems into the rivers where people swim, do water sports, pan for gold, fish---hey fish swim in the stuff, and then to some lakes, and then through more pipes and more holding areas into the covered areas (so no one can piss in it) to be filtered, treated and sent to our homes to drink.

But I tell you compared to Los Angeles water it tastes good and if you have a charcoal Brita water filter system you can filter it further from any impurities in your house hold water pipes, chill it and it can taste good. I even go one step further when our neighbors lemon tree is producing lemons and squeeze a little lemon juice in it or float thin lemon slices in it for extra freshness. And on a hot day it’s pretty good.

Now they’ve come up with a new marketing idea, Flavored water that has 25 calories, ahhh isn’t that putting sugar in the water??? And isn’t sugar another type of chemical?? I mean why buy flavored water that puts a strain on your body’s natural filtration system. You are suppose to be drinking natural (yeah right) water to filter your body. So what is wrong with this picture???

I tell you people in their search for “green living” go nuts!!

No wonder W.C. Fields was always drunk and never drank water. He use to say “I never drink water, fish fornicate in it.”

It’s enough to give a person body shudders just thinking about it. brrrrrr.

Ya Don't own the whole damn Road!

Well Folks

This is in a way a sad story, but I am also mad as well.

The sad part is that a sheriff’s deputy fell asleep at the wheel and veered into a bunch of cyclists coming up a curving hillside road, and two were killed and one was injured.

No one likes to hear about that and I am sad for the people and their families who were killed and injured.

Now with that out of the way----WHY were those idiots Training, yes Training Folks, on a public road???!!! And one with blind curves at that!!

I’ve been on that road several times and the area where those bicyclists were killed is a blind spot, you don’t even have to be falling asleep at the wheel to nearly hit somebody. It’s dangerous to have bicyclists on that road anyway.

And they were in Training??? FOR WHAT!!!! Just to win some gold medals that is just gold plated??? That is nonsense!!

Do you know why bicycles were invented---as a means of self propelled transportation for people who cannot afford a horse, or take a coach or horse drawn trolley in the city. It was also a means for store owners to have young people deliver groceries or medicine or special delivery letters, newspapers or telegrams to people without the extra added expense of the cost of a horse and wagon.

I even remember the ice cream man had a special bicycle that had one wheel in the back and two wheels in the front and a special heavy duty box to hold the dry ice and the ice cream bars and fudgesicles and Popsicles that way the man didn’t have to worry about balancing himself, and he had a lever that could engage and dis-engage the bells that tinkled and sent us kids rushing out of the houses on a hot summer day.

Police officers use to use them to patrol large areas, that couldn’t be covered by walking, and they didn’t have enough patrol cars or the roads were too narrow for a car.

And you certainly didn’t have to be in training for that!!! You got plenty of training just bicycling around.

Then as time and a half went by cops used the car more often, but now the bike patrols are back which is fine.

But what gets me is the Damn bicyclists, they act like they own the whole damn road---Hey guys and gals YA DON’T---GET THAT THROUGH YOUR BIKE HELMIT HEAD YA DON’T OWN THE WHOLE DAMN ROAD!!!!

You are a motor vehicle, without a lot of protection, granted your means of propelling yourself is your two legs BUT you are still classified as a motor vehicle and you have to follow the vehicular laws----Which you IDIOTS DON”T!!!!!

So why do you TRAIN on a public Road???? That does not make sense, but then anything a bicyclist does or a “greenie” does never makes sense---I guess it’s all that ‘healthy organic veggan” eating that they do. It makes them STUPID!!!!

I don’t know about the sheriffs deputy but I think his career is over and he is going to have to live with his mistake----Now THAT is the guy I really feel sorry for.

Mean Kitty grumbling at stupid Veggans signing off.

Puppies, Help Animal shelters

Ya know Folks, When Perata is gone, who am I going to kick around----certainly not Beaucephus the dog, she’s too sweet and stupid and loving.

O.K. here’s one that gets me---people “hoarding animals” right now at Marin Animal shelter they have taken in a number of small dogs (and they are cute too) that an elderly couple in Texas where “hoarding”.

Now as I understand it---this elderly couple would find these dogs and instead of taking them to their local shelter would take care of them, themselves. Well that’s understandable----BUT they didn’t get them fixed and we all know what dogs and kitties do when they are not fixed---ya get more puppies. About 800 of them to be exact.

Now the upside is that all the dogs were in reasonable good health but a bit more care was needed to bring them up to full health. They were not starved or anything like that and they were lovingly taken care of as well as the elderly couple could take care of them----BUT---well it was a good thing someone found out and took measures.

So now the Marin Shelter people are working to making the dogs healthy and ready for adoption but they need donations and volunteers. So folks if you got a little extra change, or the time to help out, or the time to love and devote yourself to these little guys, check out the Marin Animal Shelter.

As a matter of fact check out your local Animal Shelter and help them out as well. We can’t save the entire world, but we can save and help a small piece of it.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!

Well guess what Folks,

I just celebrated my 61st birthday---yep I survived 61 years of living!!!

So what did I do, you may ask. Well I just played it mellow. At work my friends gave me cards, we had a little cake and laughs, my Hunka, Hunka Burnin’ Love gave me flowers (pink roses) some candy ( I just love the milk chocolate Hershey’s symphony bars) and a beautiful card---he’s got other plans for me as well but it’s going to be spread over the year.

I was looking up and down my block and I was suddenly taken in by the yearly beauty of it all. It seems that my block has these trees that in the early spring blooms with these white flowers, then they leaf out later developing berries which are no problem to wash off or sweep away, and then they lose their leaves in the winter----but around my birthday I get this big splash of white flowers just making my block look so beautiful. Make me feel good.

When over to my brother’s Bubba’s house, for a bit of desert, my niece was also celebrating her birthday she’s way younger than me. So I gave her a card and so spending money.

I even wrote a note in the card---it said---

“Dear Niece,

Every year when I give you a card I include a long winded speech in it with all kinds of advice, but this year it’s going to be short.

My advise as you are now a young lady is this---Respect your Parents, your Aunts and Uncles (even if a couple of them are nuts) and especially your Grandparents (even if you think they are weird) as you get older you will appreciate them and what you learn from them and their lives that they have lived.

In regards to your brothers and your cousins, well I will leave that up to you.

With everyone else---TAKE NO PRISONERS!!!!”

My niece laughed and smiled at that----I do wish you could have seen the look on my brother’s face, it was “Oh boy are we in for trouble” type look. I just love doing that.

Like I love watching the show “COPS” if they have a police dog I always yell “Loose the hounds!!!” Heck I’m always on the dogs’ side. My brother knows I’m weird. Good thing he loves me.

I know that this year, things are going to be a bit slow and more home focused, I do not think we will be taking any trips---except maybe to the county fair. Well we had so much fun last year, but this year is the year to pay the piper and get the cash flow going in a good way.

We shall see what we shall see, after all I am starting on my 62nd year of living.

Mean Kitty signing off and relaxing.

I'm Back!!!

Well Folks Did Ya miss me???

Maybe not, but who's counting.

O.K. I haven't been blogging because I've been trying to take care of business, such as taxes---and boy this time they are fast with the refund!!! And just in time too, because I've got to pay the property taxes, the tax man taketh, giveth and taketh again.

I am so glad that the primary is over, but I am soooo bored with the T.V. news guys constantly talking about clinton and obama, Frankly I could care less.

If Obama gets in he'll get eaten alive and Clinton is useless, if she wanted that health care program for everyone she would have pushed her husband to do it when he was in office. I mean they Had 8 YEARS to do something besides covering up his infidelities, and hiding the fact that terrorists were planning to bomb the U.S. of A. from the Republicans when they got into office.

Huckabee I knew would bow out, just too much controversy, but McCain---I still can't trust an ex-Navy Flyer who crashed his plane making a landing on an aircraft carrier, talk about a mistake.

And now Ralphie Nader is in the works----It's a Crap shoot.

Frankly I'm going to watch DVD's and avoid the news or at least mute it when it's about the polotics.

And now even the State of California is screwed up---and cutting moneys from very needed programs like medi-cal and education----Escuse me!!! But why cut it from needed programs, why not cut the salaries of our ineffective politicians, have them drive tiny honda's instead of those fancy Dodge Chargers with 22 inch rims like old Donnie Perata---that's where the money is being mis-spent.

O.K. I know he's driving a Crown Vic now, but frankly he needs to be squeezed into a honda.

So now they are going to cut the sports programs from the schools in our town, and everyone is protesting----Hey wait a minute, they didn't protest this much when they cut the music, theatre, dance, and art programs---but just touch football and they are screaming all over the place.

Says one student- "Duh, un well I need it like for a scholarship or something" Or SOMETHING???? How about getting down and cracking the books and improving your speech and diction and talking the English. Playing football does not make a doctor, a fireman or a lawyer, cracking the books and being in a good excerise program does.

This comes from all those pork barrell polotics (o.k. I can't spell that word) that has been wasting our money---there is no one really looking into all these bills that are being passed, because anyone can piggy back a pork barrell onto a bill and it is blindly passed it's called "you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours" THAT is why we are in this situation.

And the cost of gasoline well don't get me going there----frankly we have access with a very friendly country to get tons and barrells and barrells of oil, but we don't.

Why? Do you ask. Well it's simple---the country we can get it from is ----CANADA!!!

But we don't because Canada's crude has sulfer in it---and most of our refineries do not have the heavy cores to process the Canada crude---only two of them here in the U.S. of A. can handle both the Canada crude as well as the Saudi oil, one of them is called Frontier Oil forgot the name of the other.

But Frontier preferrs Canada crude---why you ask? Simple Frontier Oil can buy Canada crude for 40 dollars a barrel refine it and still make a 30% profit.

But our other refineries prefer what they call "sweet crude" from Saudi Arabia, Kuawit, Mexico and Venezuala (sp) because it has less sulfer, so our other refineries do not have the heavy cores to process Canadian crude and if they did our gas prices would be only $2.00 a gallon at the very most.

And the Enviormental defectives will NOT allow our refineries to re-tool to handle CAnadian crude---SO WHO BESIDES THE SAUDI'S ARE JACKING UP OUR GAS PRICES!!!!

It doesn't take much thought on that.

So me and my Hunka, Hunka Burnin' love plan our auto trips carefully, we stay home a lot and use the internet to keep connected to our love ones---because telephone calls are getting expensive and even stamps are going up by another penny in May----I didn't know glue was getting so expensive.

And now here's something for all you folks in Vallejo---your fire stations are closing down---at least 3 of them have closed---pray for a miracle that your house doesn't get on fire, or someone doesn't have a heart attack or anything in which time is of the essence. And it's all because they don't know how to budget.

Me---I'm buying more fire extingueshers(sp) and mounting hoses on all my outside spigots---the only one who can save you---is you!!

Right now my Man is watching a horror program---PBS is doing a program on the music from the 1960's---and I have to say that all those clothes we wore (I didn't wear that stuff even then I thought they were ugly back then) well like I said they were ugly back then and they are even worse now, I just can't watch it. Although the music wasn't too bad. But then "I'm a little bit country" and he's "a little bit rock and roll"

Well I'm going to bed and listen to "Coast to Coast" hosted by George Noory, I think it's ghost to ghost night---so I'll get to hear other types of spooky stories----ooooooo.

Nity-Night all. and don't forget to re-set your clocks Saturday night, remember it's Spring Forward, Fall back.

A Furry Love Story~~~~

Well Folks I think today we need a “Love Story” (o.k. break out the music from that movie).

My brother Bubba has a little Lover. It is a soft, brown eyed, brown furred with bushy tail squirrel ---- Yep! A Squirrel.

You have to see it to believe it. I’m over at his house the other day (it was nice a sunny day for a change), because he wanted me to get some stuff of mine out of his basement since he needs to have some serious foundation work done.

Well his request was reasonable. So I’m getting the things out of the basement, and I need to take a break, the dust was making me cough, so I go upstairs to go to the kitchen and get a drink of water then I come out onto the back porch and talk with my sister-in-law (Mrs. Petite Bubba---trust me folks she is tiny) and we’re talking and then I see out of the corner of my eye a movement.

Now not more than an arms length away is a fat squirrel!! I mean close, usually around here they tend to stay further away, but this one was giving me the “glad-eye” and I said to Mrs. Bubba “do you see what I see?” and she says “yes” and then calls out to my brother “Hey Bubba, your Lover is here”.

Lover? LOVER??? What is going on? Well I never saw my brother move so fast in his life and he weighs over 300 pounds (hence the name Bubba) and he’s built like a Biker but with bad ankles and knees. And he says to me “ ‘cuse me I’ve got a date”----A DATE??!! With a Squirrel???!!!!

Now who’s squirrelly?

So he walks out on to the porch and I hear him say in a real loving, soft voice “Hi sweetheart. How ya doing? I’ve got walnuts for you. Now let me put them out.” And he puts out two walnuts, and the squirrel picks up one tastes it for flavor and then quickly scampers off with it.

So I ask “What’s going on?” And he tells me “She takes two of them and hides them and then she comes back and we share the last two, watch.” And sure enough, she comes back and takes the second one and does the same thing. And then she comes back in a bit and he breaks the last two and very carefully picks out the tiny walnut meat out of the shell with his big hands and the squirrel is looking on looking up at him and all excited but waiting nicely and he says “Now just wait a minute Sweetheart, I’ve got to get it all out” and he makes a nice little pile of the walnut meat (the edible part of the walnut) and she takes a piece and nibbles it a little bit and then stops and looks at him as if saying “Aren’t you going to have some?” and he takes a little piece and nibbles it as well.

Now she is sitting there as pretty as a picture nibbling on the walnuts and he’s just crooning to her with soft endearments. So I ask my sister-in-law “How long has this been going on?” and she says “Over two summers, she’s not afraid of the cats, but she stays clear of the Rabbit” so I ask my brother “How do you know it’s a ‘she’?” and he said “Well it took a while and some careful observation but we know she is a she---ain’t that right sweetheart (this said to the squirrel)”

Now he says to me that he could have her eat out of his hand but he’d prefer that she not do that, “I don’t want her to get too familiar with being with humans; it gives her a measure of caution.” And my sister-in-law said to me “I let Bubba feed her, that way she’ll come to him but will still be cautious around anyone else. Even when he was sick with a cold he’d still come out and feed her all wrapped up in his bath robe and blanket. You should have seen him when it was raining, he fixed the outside porch roof so that she would have shelter from the rain and they could still share the walnuts.”

I thought Mrs. Bubba would be a bit jealous about Bubba fussing over a squirrel but she was just smiling. Then I remembered that she would feed the birds and had one in particular that would eat out of her hand.

Now the squirrel is sitting there with her tail just beautifully curled over her head and I swear she’s flirting with him so I say “Is she flirting with you?” and he grins and says “Yep.” And then the squirrel does a big stretch towards him after she’s eaten her nuts and she is so close to him she could touch his hand with her nose if she wanted to and again I’m thinking she’s flirting with him.

So he talks to her a little longer and then says to her “Well sweetheart I have to go, I’ll see you tomorrow.” And the little thing scampers off.

He says he doesn’t know how long it will continue, “She is getting close to 3 years old now, but she looks healthy, so far.” But during the time that the squirrel is there he’s got the biggest smile on his face.

I turned to my sister-in-law and said “When he was 5 years old he use to chase them, now he romances them.” She and I laughed. They told me they fixed up a box with old towels and she’d use it during the winter months and she prefers to hang around their back yard, “She’s really neat, I thought I’d have to clean out her box, but it was really clean”

I wish I had a camera to take a picture of it. Squirrel Love---it’s a beautiful thing.

And that’s the LOVE STORY for your Valentine’s Day.

(O.K. Folks, now everybody go AAAAWWWWWWWWW)

Dirty Harry---I miss that Guy~~~

Hey Folks,

Just a stray thought before I crash out and try and get some sleep (If my Hunka, Hunka Burnin' Love will let me).

I miss those Dirty Harry Movies---You know where Dirty Harry gives it to those "dirt Bags" even if it's not politically correct.

There is some sort of internal satisfaction about those movies, that maybe there is some sort of Justice out there.

Of course Clint Eastwood is almost 80 now and I certainly can't ask a man his age to risk his body in doing a heavy action film, but if someone would just do something like that---and please no Will Smith, I like the guy as an actor, but I can't go and see him on the big screen----everytime I wanted to see him in the "Men in Black" movies (which I thought were really funny) the theatre would be so crowded and noisy I couldn't hear the movie, twice I had to talk to the manager and ask for refunds. (and I won't say who was crowding the theatres---but it's like they never been to a theatre before and all that tossing of buttered popcorn---I cannot afford to get butter grease on my clothes---it doesn't come out)

But a really good Dirty Harry type movie---***sigh*** as my Granny would say "If wishes were horses, Beggars would ride"

Well I'm going to Bed, Nity-Night all.

The Good and the Bad and the really Stupid~~~

You know Folks,

I really shouldn't write and post a Blog when it's late at night and I'm tired from a Hard Days' Work. Which is more than what Perata does.

But I'm going to do it anyway---I talked to a Buddy of mine that went to the Gun By-Back Program over in Oakland on 85th street at it was at a church. (And God Bless the Churches)

Sheeesh! My Buddy (who looks like Chuck Norris gone to seed) said he couldn't even get near the place there were so many people there----he couldn't even find a parking place, so he pulls up at a corner near the church and talks to some sharp looking guys and asks "Say, Wassup?"

And they showed him the junker guns that they are going to turn in---pieces of K*&% (sorry folks I do have to keep it clean for the kiddies out there) So he says "Hey where's your good pieces?" and they say at home locked up.

But ---are you ready for this Folks?---- They ran out of money to give to the people and instead had to give them vouchers, you just drive up hand the junker gun through your car window and they give you a voucher---The big Question that my Buddy says and so did the sharp looking guys ask---When will they honor the vouchers---because it is everyone's understanding that the money for this program has been all used up!!!

So my Buddy is going to use his gun--which is pretty decent---for part of a trade in at one of the few remaining Sporting Goods stores--for a better piece. The guys with the junkers didn't want vouchers (of course the language they used to discribe their displeasure was more verbally grafic) so they decided to hold on to the junkers for the next buy back program and they plan to get there early.

One of them told my Buddy that he saw one guy get some money and had already gone to a "crack house" to buy some stuff to sell on the street. This program is giving drug dealers money to buy and sell narcotics on the street and the cops are having their time wasted on a program that doesn't work.

So does this program make any sense Folks?? Of course not---and it's our tax dollars that good ol' boy Don Perata is wasting.

And---are you ready for This???---all I can say is be afraid, be very afraid----Don Perata---Mr. Mid-Life Crisis himself --is thinking of running for Mayor of Oakland, CA.

If you thought Former Govenor "Moonbeam" Jerry Brown did Oakland a world of good (Yeah Right) Perata will certainly send Oakland down the Toilet if Delums hasn't done it yet.

Like I said folks----BE AFRAID---BE VERY AFRAID.

This Mean Kitty signing off looking for an old 1950's Bomb Shelter to hide in.

Perata and Guns---Dumb, Dumb, Dumb

Folks,

I will be sooooooo glad when Don Perata will be out of office. Guess what Folks, he wants to ban these Big Assult weapons, acting like no one has thought of this before.

Well guess what---it has been and there is a ban in place, but I think Perata didn't get the Memo, so he's just flogging a "dead horse" just to sound good.

The type of weapon he claims he wants to ban is so big it's like a bazooka, you can't really conceal that on your person, and the bullets are very expensive. Like $2.00 per bullet, who has that kind of money----Columbian drug runners? Al Quada? The Taliban? Code Pink?

And he's behind the buying guns to get them off the street---claiming that the program works, well guess what---- and thanks to my sources in some of the police departments--they say-it's a load of crock.

What happens is that people buy junk or broken guns for pennies on the dollar and then takes them in and gets $250.00 a piece. And some of them are druggies with some smarts. Even old Perata turned in a hand gun he bought 15 years ago, and he can't use because he failed the test to get a "concealed Weapons Permit".

Duh!!! It takes brains to pass that test Perata---Are you saying you don't have Brains? Wouldn't be the first time.

The cops know and see what the people are doing but they can't say no, because----are you ready for this---they are turning in a gun---yes---even a gun that hasn't been able to fire since world war I, or with a broken stock, broken firing pins, rusted, missing cyclinders you name it they can't fire it and are considered junkers.

But the cops are required to pay each person $250.00 a piece. Heck turn in 4 broken guns that's $1,000.00 you can buy a lot of crack with that. And I've seen these broken guns for sale at the gun shows, going for $5.00 a piece, they are selling them because maybe someone can use a part off of them. But some people will buy four or five and then have 1,200 dollars to by a really nice piece. What a Joke!!

So Perata claims that over 1,000 guns have been turned in-----that's $250,000.00 a quarter of a million dollars for broken guns-----that's our tax dollars going out to feed at least half of those people's drug habit.

WHAT A WASTE!!! And they don't show you those in pictures, they just show the handful of almost good guns, because maybe they came from wives whose husbands are dead and they don't know how to sell them to get even more money from reputable gun dealers. And I bet some of those widows could really use the money to buy Medicine that's too expensive. But that's just a spit in the bucket in this program.

I will be so glad when Perata is out---then maybe an honest Republican can take over and bring in some real security to this state. And forget the Govenator---he's just a token Republican---or a cookie with filling----you know Republican on the outside---Democrate on the inside.

I'm going to grab my 350 magnum and go shooting on the range and get some of this hostility out of me---maybe.

Mean Kitty signing off with her Claws out.