Mean Kitty's Not So Politically Correct Rants

Feeling "Blue"....

2011-09-09T09:57:00.000-07:00

Well Folks,

I know it's been awhile since I've last posted, but Dang! Things have been busy. I've gone though so many changes these last few months that I can't keep up with them.

Ginger passed away last month, that tiny little thing just laid down and gave up, I was worried 'bout her, she wasn't eatin' properly. Took her to the vet, he told me she was nearly 16 years old, she was older than we thought.

Man, I and my Man we fussed with that dog make sure she'd eat something, she'd like the "Cesar's" dog food, the fillet, but not the grilled stuff, we'd mash it so she'd didn't have to work hard to eat it, but then she started losing her mind....doggie dementia the vet called it.

I mean us humans we get it but to see it in a dog....sad.... and there's nothin' you can do, just keep an eye on her, then she started eatin' less and less, we got so we'd have to spoon feed her, to get her to eat.

Then one day last month, I was in the kitchen washing dishes and I heard her tags behind me and I saw her turning around and around in a tight circle in the middle of the kitchen and then she just collapsed, I couldn't wake her up.

My Man comes in, he sees what's happen and we both agreed, this was it. So picked her up and put her on her doggie bed, every two hours we'd roll her from one side to the other, try and get some water down her, but she couldn't even do that. So we'd just wet a cloth and run it on her gums and see if she'd get something down. Wash her face and such. Petted her, talked to her, kept checking on her.

But it was scary, she did weight at 13 pounds, but she felt light like a feather.

The next day I had to go to work so my Man stayed with her, then later he called me, she had passed over.

Ginger was a strange little dog, for 12 years she had been with a family that abused her, she had serious trust issues, she was a hard dog to love, couldn't pet her, couldn't pick her up, she'd bite you, giving her a bath was an event....heavy gloves, a muzzle....she was a 13 pound dog with the fighting spirit of a 150 pit bull.

She was a hard dog to love, but we'd made a commitment to that little dog to care for her, and make sure she was never abused again in what ever time she had left....when I saw her at the shelter I just knew no one would adopt her with all her issues, and she didn't even trust us, not until the last 9 months of her life, she'd finally let me pet her and stroke her, giving a bath still an event, she even got herself stuck in an area we didn't think she'd get into but she did.

I realized the only way I could get her out was to get on my hands and knees (not an easy thing with my aches and pains) slide my hand under her and lift her up a bit to bring her out. I couldn't find my gloves, so I took a chance figuring I'd get bit any way.....but.... I got her out, I kept sayin' to her "Mommy's here, I'll get you out" and she let me lift her and I got her out and I held her to me and petted her and she let me hold her for all of 5 minutes, then she'd wiggle to get down, That surprised me.

After that when I'd be cooking dinner she'd come up to me and lean against my leg and I'd reach down and pet her and say "Don't worry, Mommy will feed you first". Even in her dementia she still continued to do that until that day she collapsed, but she came into the kitchen where I was...

Poor little weird, demented, evil, vicious, sad, confused, abused dog. At least in the last years of her life, she knew kindness and that no one was going to hurt her, even if she hated getting a bath...

I miss her in a way, but at least I know she's with the angels who take care of doggies and she's in a happier place. Why'd anyone abuse a little thing like that I'll never know.

Both me and my Man agree we cannot trust a person who says they hate dogs, I mean it's different if they say I can't be around dogs or cats allergies, or I'm afraid of dogs because of a bad experience, or to say I prefer cats....well that's different..but to say they hate dogs....you know then they are a "sick person".

I mean there are people who seem to have an affinity for cats, like the fact they are independent, and don't appear to be very needy. Dogs are more work, you have to keep them engaged, exercise them, walk them, exercise their mind.

But they give you this look, that I don't see in cats, and you know they will go to any lengths to please you, so I ask you Folks.....how can a person abuse a dog?

To me then that person is not natural, not right in the head.

Both my Man and I have both said "The more we know about people the more we prefer our dogs."

Right now we are dogless....we've both said....we've got a lot of work we need to do around the house and yard....we cannot take on another dog for now.

But we both know when the right dog comes along it will find us and then we'll be arguing with that dog about hogging the bed or the couch, or it sitting in the front seat of the car and I' have to sit in the back.

But it will be a long time before that will happen....we just have to be patient.

Mean Kitty signing off for now and getting another cup of coffee.

I'm SICK!!!

2011-02-11T10:57:00.000-08:00

And I'm not talkin' mentally Folks!

I have come down with something that acts like the cold, acts like the flue and gives you one hell of a sore throat. Am seeing my Doc today. But Dang!! the older I get the harder it is to stay well.

Now just a quick up date on yours truly.

I've been busy, work, home, work, home, work, home well you get the picture.

So much to do and not enough time to do it in.

My evil dog Ginger, has doggie dementia, well she is 15 years old, at least she remembers to eat and drink, even if she can't find her way out to do 1's and 2's, but we put up with it.

Have told my Hunka Burnin' Love that as much as we love dogs, we need to take a break after Evil dog passes on. We've got a few repairs that need to be done, and other things.

Now unless the right dog comes along, and its a situation that well you know.... that's different but I sincerely hope it's not for a while.

I've got junk that needs to be got rid of...donated, sold, given away or what ever, but being so cold and gettin' sick was not on our agenda, so we've got to start at the beginning.

We've made progress, but I really, Really want to get our stuff out of the storage unit, waste of money that.

And I'm going to be putting the paperwork together for my Tax preparer, I just hope I don't have to pay anything. Usually I don't have to.

Then I've got to do the paperwork for My Burnin' Love's Medical stuff. Just Looove that (she says snarkly).

I've been too sick to enjoy the sunny weather we've been having and now when I can finally get around they are predicting rain---don't that just beat all. Well can't do much more.

Gotta go, see the Doc, wish me well.

Mean Kitty out.

The first post of 2011

2011-01-09T09:53:00.001-08:00

Hello Folks,

Today is my brother's "Bubba's" birthday---I'm not going to say how old he is but he is a little younger than me.

He doesn't want gifts and no time for birthday doin's, but I did swing by with a birthday card that I think will make him laugh.

Got to his house and he and the wife were taking down all the Christmas decorations---well of course it was time.

Traditionally one needs to take down the decorations by Epithany or the 12th day after Christmas. Some people call that Little Christmas or 3 Kings Day, according to myth (and I have to use the word "Myth") that is when the 3 wise guys came and honored baby Jesus.

Now of course if you look at the time line it seems that would have been a bit hard, because 3 days after Christmas is "Holy Innocents" Day to honor the slaughter of those children that were killed on the Order of King Herod. So you have Dec 25---Christmas, Dec.28---Holy Innoncents, then Jan 1---as when He was presented in the Temple, and then either Jan 6 or 7 when the 3 kings visited----so having Holy Innoncents day is out of sequence if Mary and Joseph had to get out of town to avoid having Jesus killed.

At least I use to think that was a bit wrong, but my Granny use to tell me that the Church choose that day to remind children and adults that not everyone and not every child has or had a wonderful life, so it was only right and fitting to remember the innocent who were slaughtered.

And considering how the world is going it makes even more sense now.

Well anyway it's Bubba's birthday, and he said that he and the wife were going to celebrate by taking down the decorations carefully and putting everything away carefully. Looking over what was still good and what had deterated, like the Christmas lights--those wires do get broken all the time.

To him it is more symbolic that the new year has started than New Year's Eve, which makes sense to me.

And as for new year's resolutions---I keep repeating the same one each year, to get better organized and try to enjoy myself, I'm getting there. Bit by Bit.

For some reason these Holidays, Christmas, New Years, Epithany, Easter, Halloween, Thanksgiving are far more symbolic and important to me than Martin Luther King day, Presidents day, Memorial Day, 4th of July, Flag Day, Patriots Day, Cesar Chavez Day (has that one been created?).

Now why is that? Well look at the first set, those are days of getting together with family and friends of the celebration of life, and yeah religious in it's own way even if Thanksgiving was created by Presidential proclamation but it does have religious over tones.

But the other days are memorials for other reasons---and are more secular. I never remember any celebration that occured on those secular days, but I sure remember events that occured on the religious ones' because Family was involved.

And that's the difference.

Gotta go, paperwork to organize and bills to pay.

Mean Kitty signing off with pen and checkbook in hand.

End of the Year Thoughts~~~

2010-12-19T09:53:00.000-08:00

Well Folks,

I've been focusing on "Sweet Thoughts", "Sweet Memories" and I don't mean candy either.

I've been thinking of all the old fashioned stuff we use to do for Christmas and the Holidays, all the old decorations, ornaments, lights, movies, fun stuff.

It's all changed, got too modern for me somehow. They say that your Senior years are your "Golden Years" ----well Bull pucky----your Golden years are your child hood years, when things were simple, and brighter and maybe cleaner---unless you come from the Ghetto or an abusive family or live "in the hood" with drive by shootings.

Some one asked me if I could live my life over again where would I start and I said "When I was 4 years old, but if I could retain my current knowledge". Now why so far back, because I want to relive all the Christmas's that I had with my family and Grandparents and Aunts, Uncles, Cousins---getting a 26 inch bike when I was only 5 years old and too small to ride it and had to wait until my legs were long enough---It was a coaster bike too---loved that bike.

When some Saturday evening Mom was too tired to cook, Dad would say, "Hey just order Lola's Chicken dinner" I tell you that chicken dinner from Lola's was better than Kentucky Fried or anything you'd get in a Super Market Deli---Mom would call on the old 'western electric' dial up phone, wait 15 minutes while I got out my bike, then she'd give me canvas tote bag, because the order was always bigger than my bike basket, and an envelope with money in it and our name. I'd bicycle the 4 blocks over to the diner which was in the lower half of a Victorian apartment house, and go to the back door where people would pick up the orders to go.

Oh that smell of fresh cooked chicken, 4 ladies operated the place, 2 African American and 2 white ladies, both mother and daughter teams. I'd get that chicken steaming hot in their special bags and the lady would put it into my canvas bag, then I'd pedal home as fast as I could while it was hot.

Go up the drive way, through the back gate, run the chicken through the back porch door to the kitchen, Mom would portion out the food while I locked up my blue and white coaster bike in the garage. Then run in for dinner.

That was livin' --- that was life---- that was fun!

Problem now a days kids don't know what life and fun is all about.

And now here it is Christmas----I avoid the stores and it's commercialism, just look for those things I need to get like for ornament exchange or Christmas cards. I enjoy the smell of the Christmas trees and indulge in a Pumpkin Spice Latte, I look over holiday baking desserts like Ginger bread loaf cake.

And in my old age of 60 plus years I keep looking and finding the fun.

If you have a chance read my two blogs on "Yes, Virginia There is a Santa Claus"

I read it at least once a year old Church's reply and even today it still makes sense.

Santa lives as long as there is love, generosity, compassion and good will to all.

Merry Christmas to all----And a very Bright New Year.

Mean Kitty signing off looking for a Pumpkin Spice Latte.

Random Thoughts~~~

2010-11-07T09:58:00.000-08:00

Well Folks,

My brain is not thinking very well right now---going back to Standard Time is messing me up.

Plus we had a very busy time of it---lets see, well first it was Halloween, then the Giants won the world series, then we had elections (thank God! the Robo calls have stopped), then we had the Oscar Grant Riots in Oakland, then we switched back to Standard Time, and on top of that it's raining.

It's Raining!! How depressin' be different if it rained between 12 midnight and 4 a.m. but during the day?? Oh well God never listens' to me, even when I told him the seed in the Avocado was too big---he said it's fun to try and grow an avocado tree from it.

I guess he likes to tease us humans.

My Hunka Burnin' love and I are still missing our dog Beaucephus, she died 2 months ago, and we still miss her, soft warm fur, flippy-doddle ears, those soft brown lovin' eyes.

But Burnin' love has found the perfect memorial stone to put in the yard to remember her by, from the Victorian Trading Co. So we'll order it. Then put it where we've buried her.

Now Ginger is acting really strange, of course Ginger is heading towards being 15 years old, so it's not surprising. For some reason she decided to crawl under the bed and sleep there, why I don't know---seems to me it be the most uncomfortable place, but who knows what goes thru a dog's brain.

I am rip roaring pissed at the idiots who trashed Oakland again, and I'm glad that the cops arrested 152 of them---of which 56 were from out of town as far away as San Diego and Long Beach----seems they were professional Agitators---cops couldn't stop all of them, there was damage done but this time in the residential neighbor hoods and when you look at the pictures---well this is going to sound prejudice---but I call it as I see it---but the people who were doing the trashin' were Black---yup---Black.

Take a look at the photos I posted---I don't see any white bread there.

Now is that anyway to memorialize Oscar Grant, a criminal?? Why sure it is---memorialize a criminal by doing criminal activities---a become a criminal yourself---Yep! That is just perfect!

Makes me want to stay far away from Oakland because any there that was there is now long gone. It is now Oscar Grant country---it is forever going to be remembered as a criminal country---because the community could not keep it together and behave in a dignified manner.

I hope that every single one of those 152 future faces that will appear in the next upcoming "COPS" show, get the book thrown at them. And do more than just a slap on the wrist, a fine and then a few community hours.

O.K. do I sound angry, do I sound sarcastic?? YES I AM!!!

Just Take a LOOK!!! at those two pictures that I posted here---by the way the fool idiot who covered his face and the other one in the blue hoodie, they were arrested and tossed into jail for vandalizing private property and other laws that they broke, I understand that the owners of those cars are going to be sueing them and their families. Just LOVELY.

When the youngsters of any ethnic background finally wake up and understand that laws are put into place because you have to do right, be right, think right and be productive in a community so that the community can move forward to help one another----but this---THIS---trashing and memorializing a criminal is wrong in so many ways and only points up the twisted thinking that holds back people.

I am eventually going to do a proper Rant on this and I am going to include news stories and pictures just so you can see how people easily believe lies and follow "The Judas Goat into the Slaughter House."

Why?? BEcause there are a ton of fools out there and most of them live either in Oakland or L.A.

Our Princess Puppy

2010-09-08T09:03:00.000-07:00

Well Folks,

I knows I haven't posted here for a long time, but things have been busy for me. But today, today I have to write something sad, very sad.

Our Dog passed away yesterday. No we did't put her to sleep, we were lucky in a way, she passed over as nature intended, her body just quit working and she laid down, we made her comfortable as possible and watched over her.

When they refuse water and/or very soft food you know that it. It's time.

She did that, poor thing---We had her loving devoted presense for 16 years, from when she was 6 month old.

She and My Hunka Burnin' Love looked into each others' eyes and that was it. Heck she even "called Shotgun" riding in the car, I had to sit in the back seat.

She had her own way of communicating with us, she was even better than Lassie, but Oh if my Man even so much as petted another dog and came home, she'd give him the third degree sniff and I mean right up close a personal at the personals then she'd look at me and ruff and growled and woof and give my Man an accusing glare that said "How dare you go off with another dog, a hussy at that!"

And my Man would be apologizing and saying "I'm sorry to that dog" more than he would to me.

But I didn't mind, she kept him in line. She'd even keep "evil dog" in line letting evil dog know whose boss.

But then she laid down, even evil dog was puzzed, I could see it in Ginger's eyes, "what happened? The pecking order is off kilter, why is boss dog lying down?" and Ginger would give our Princess a lick on the cheek trying to encourage her to get up, then Ginger started standing guard.

Poor thing it was the only thing she could do. And my man petting our beloved hound until she drew her last breath.

We had a spot picked out for her, her spot is carfully marked, I'm going to get a nice river rock and using patio paints that are weather resistant, paint her name and the years we had her.

She's happy and healthy now, young and carefree, playing catch with my Man's Daddy.

My Hunka Burnin' Love expects her to come and get him when it's time for him to go, and I think she'll do it too.

Right now the house is very quiet, no woof's to wake us up in the morning to let us know she's got to do her 1's and 2's. No lying down in front of the open door with the door screen latched to give friendly woof's at the mail person. No jingle of the dog tags, no sitting in the middle of the kitchen waiting for Mommy to give her treats. No more gentle licks from her soft tongue when we're upset about something.

No more playing with her German Shepard boyfriend ( he died 6 months ago), no more rolling around on the big beach towel to dry off after her bath and then looking up at us coyly. No more of those soft brown eyes that each time look at us saying wordlessly "I love you".

You know the word Dog it right for this type of creature, because Dog is God spelled backwards, and it's God's way of saying I LOVE YOU.

WE LOVE YOU TOO BABY GIRL.

Mean Kitty, crying and signing off for the day.

"WHAT IS TRUTH?" Joe Meserle & Oscar Grant.

2010-07-16T11:57:00.000-07:00

Well Folks,

I know it’s been a while since I posted here, life has a way of getting a person involved in things and I’ve been involved, the summer is here and I’m enjoying it, but I have to say that I approached this 4^th of July with a certain amount of caution.

Now why you ask, did I look at this 4^th of July differently?

Because I was waiting, waiting on the verdict on the Oscar Grant trial.

Pontius Pilate asked of Jesus of Nazareth and Pilate’s own advisors a three worded question-----

“WHAT IS TRUTH?”

Neither Jesus nor any of Pilate’s advisors gave him an answer.

In the end Pilate asked of the near rioting crowd, whom should be chosen to be spared

They yelled out “Barrabas, give us Barrabas”, Pilate asked “what should be done with this other man” and the crowd yelled out “Crucify him”.

Now I’m not saying that either or neither man should be compared to Jesus or Barrabas, but I am commenting upon the Crowd mentality.

I’ve been asked by many friends to weigh in my opinion on this on my blog, since I had given it via e-mail to them, but they asked me to post it so they could have it to refer to their friends and nothing is lost in the “translation” so to speak.

No I’m not going to call it a murder trail as certain elements and people want to call it because although it did entail a death it was NOT murder.

So----“What Is Truth?”

To me Murder is when someone wantonly, deliberately goes out and with out compunction, consciously, deliberately takes another’s life. Like the situation in the death of O.J. Simpson’s wife----that is Murder pure and simple.

In Oscar Grant’s case it was a tragedy waiting to happen, Oscar and his friends got out of hand and didn’t comply with the Law to prevent an escalation of problems, but then Oscar had always been in trouble with the law before and his friends were not winners either.

No one deliberately set out to take Oscar’s life, he brought it upon himself.

In the O.J. Simpson murder case, one could see the situation brewing, the jealousy, the legal problems, which was a situation waiting to explode.

The Oscar Grant situation is a difficult one, it’s like the O.J. case in reverse, but the thing with O.J. is no one else could have killed his wife, and that was pre-meditated.

In the Oscar Grant case, it was not pre-meditated---it really was an accident that had a very tragic outcome.

Fact one---Joe Meserle really did not have adequate Taser training. That was a deficiency on the part of BART Police.

Fact two---the use of tasers is really much better in a highly emotional situation, because they do not kill people, and really are far better to bring a person out of control under control…

now there are people who will say that there are person’s who have died having been tased, but I can count that on the fingers of 1 hand, and the police officer has no way of knowing if the problem non-complying suspect has a medical problem, the officer is trying to get the situation under control without anyone being hurt.

Fact three---because of inadequate training Joe Meserle in a highly emotional state was not thinking clearly. I know because I’ve had that happen to me, so I can understand how one can have a sort of amnesia in a volatile situation.

This is something I have to watch out for with my Hunka burnin’ Love, he was a DOD police officer but long since retired and he has not had re-training since his Dept. of Defense Police days---I know his emotions will take over—and it takes all I can do to short of punching him in the face to get him to back down.

So constant re-training is vital whether it’s regular or BART police.

Fact 4—I do believe that the situation was elevated to a dangerous situation because Oscar Grant DID NOT comply by staying put. If he had stayed put, he’d be alive today.

Fact 5---if Joe Meserle did have proper Taser training, Oscar Grant would be alive, arrested for being drunk and disorderly and yelling in jail about police brutality and that he’s gonna sue.

If all Oscar Grant said to his pals---and you have to remember they were drunk and out of control and causing fights on the BART train something that the people forget----If Oscar just kept saying “Do what the officer says, just shut up and do what the officer says” then all they would have gotten is a fine and a few days in jail.

But you see Oscar Grant had been in and out of jail a number of times, and what happens is that you don’t want to go back to jail so you do everything to get out of being arrested even resisting and not complying---Grant was doing that.

Fact 6--You see in the video Grant getting up when it’s clear by the officers actions he’s being told to remain put.

Oscar Grant ignored what the officer was saying. That is important.

Now I saw other videos from different angles and Grant is on the ground, he is trying to get his knees under himself to stand up, when it’s clear he’s being told to remain flat on the ground---he’s still resisting.

He would not put his hands behind his back to be handcuffed---if he complied he’d still be alive----I saw in an enhancement that he did put his hand under his body but in a way not to push himself up but to reach down to ‘something’---any officer would take that as a potential dangerous situation, is it a knife, a gun? You don’t know, but you have to take action to protect yourself and your fellow officers and any innocent bystanders.

Fact 7---Joe Meserle saw Grant trying to grab something, Grant was resisting, Joe Meserle said I’m going to tase him (Grant), the other officers moved back because that is what you do if someone is going to be tased, you don’t want to get tased either…. it happens in the blink of an eye, but instead of the bang of a taser, it’s a gunshot.

Fact 8---the look of shock and disbelief on Joe Meserle’s face is real, it was never his intention to shoot with a gun, Oscar Grant. An accident not murder.

An accident brought upon by a highly volatile situation, by people resisting arrest, by inadequate training.

Much like Dick Cheney shooting his friend by accident while they were hunting, fortunately his friend wasn’t killed, but his friend moved into the line of fire---an accident. And Cheneys’ friend said so.

But because someone was killed and considering the highly emotional charge of the situation, to find Joe Meserle not guilty of all charges would have had Oakland, Calif. burning down to the ground, we would have had 3 days of riots like in the Rodney King case, with innocent people hurt, African American businesses destroyed by other but lawless African American’s and everyone distrusting everyone.

But Joe Meserle did no seek to shoot Grant, the situation did not qualify for 1^st or 2^nd degree murder---it didn’t even qualify for voluntary manslaughter---in was involuntary.

I know that if someone broke into my house, and I felt threatened by that person and shot him to save my life, if that person did not have a weapon in hand, even though I did not know if they did or did not have a weapon, I would be charged with involuntary manslaughter and would have to prove my innocence that I felt I had no choice. What would make my case different is that I would be protecting my life and my home during a break-in.

Personally, if I was on that Jury, I would have found Joe Meserle not guilty of any criminal charges but would hold him accountable of the involuntarily taking a life, and sue him for “damages” in a civil court, I would hold BART accountable for their lack of proper training and hold BART accountable also in a civil court. Much like Nicole Brown Simpson’s family did with O.J.

Recently a mother received an award of 5 million dollars from P.G. & E. because one of their drivers fell unconscious and his truck rammed into the daughters car burning the daughter to death. P.G. & E. said they were not responsible, but a jury thought different, this mother said it was murder, but I say it was an act of negligence for which P.G. & E should be held financially accountable and that new laws need to go into place so that P.G & E does not do that again and are always held accountable for their employees actions and health, despite what the law says about employers not discriminating for health reasons..

Now why do I say I would find Joe Meserle not guilty---because much of it was acerbated by Oscar Grant---he placed himself in danger by not complying---and Oscar Grant was no prize package either---he had been arrested and charged 6 months before because of criminal behavior. It doesn’t matter to me that his mother claims he was turning his life around for over a year---he Was arrested 6 months prior to the New Years Eve event.

And what he was doing on New Years Eve according to neutral witnesses was that he was just as much of the problem and frankly that does not indicate that he was turning around his life.

Sad to say it is the old Mamas’ cry of “My Son is a Good Boy” when he’s been found guilty beyond a doubt that he Did indeed commit the crime.

I do not make Oscar Grant a Martyr. Now If Oscar Grant was white, it would be BART and BART Police facing a law suit and not criminal charges, and we would not have had the volatile community problem in Oakland, but no, Oscar was black and someone tossed in the race card

I’m sorry if my analysis sounds cold, or prejudice, believe me I’m not---I’m going only by the facts and strictly by the facts.

Granted---the Jury only did 6 ½ hours total of deliberation----Grants family and the family lawyer are claiming that the jury had already pre-judged the outcome---what they don’t say (and I have been on the jury for a murder trial) ---is that the alternates also see the same evidence, hear the same witnesses and hear the same arguments by the lawyers at the exact same time as the selected jurors. The only thing is that the alternates cannot sit in with the jurors when they are debating the case in the jury room. They are left with their own thoughts.

When an alternate is brought in that alternate is brought up to speed on what the jurors have debated so far, then the alternate can ask of the juror’s questions on things that maybe those jurors had not thought of. But it seems that independently the alternate was on the same page as the remaining 11 jurors.

That is why the verdict came in so quickly. And the jurors felt that although they may have wanted Joe M. to go free---if they did that---they would be targets, and Oakland, L.A., S.F., Berkeley, Alameda and the whole Bay Area would have burned worse than the Chicago Fire and the Fire of the 1906 S.F. Earthquake.

The Jury had to find “What is Truth?” but they knew that if they did not find Joe Meserle guilty of something there would be a riot on their hands, so the Jury Gave Barrabas (Oscar Grant) to the crowd and acquiescing to what the crowd would do, gave a verdict to crucify Joe Meserle.

When I heard that the case was finally with the Jury, I meditated what would be the outcome and my thoughts told me involuntary manslaughter. I realized it was for the best, but Joe Meserle may get killed in prison, he may not live long, because it will be some criminals’ idea to get “Back at the Man”.

I’ve got cousins that are in the Police Force, and one or two friends, besides my Hunka Burnin’ Love---I know what they go through, once Hunka and I were stopped by CHP. All we did was have our hands were the officer could see them and asked the officer exactly what he wanted us to do. I did have to tell the officer that I have arthritis and it would be hard for me to fully comply but I’d do my best.

Well it seems that someone had falsely reported us as having a gun. We told the officer and his fellow officers they were welcome to go though the car. Of course the skeleton hanging from the side window was a bit off-putting and the fact that Hunka’s license plate holder had a cemetery reference on it.

I even asked one of the officers if I could sit on a fire hydrant because I have arthritis in my hip joint, they saw the aluminum cane in the car so they let me sit. We even had cuffs put on us; we were not arrested but told it was for everyone’s safety, we had no objections.

Once Hunka explained to them about the license plate and the stickers on the back, and they did not find a gun, they removed the cuffs, and were very apologetic and explained what had happened. We told them about the idiots that had cut us off a mile back, I even had the license plate number and description of the car---it was the one that called in a false report on us. So instead of bringing them to us to id us, they ran the plates and the ID’s of the people in that car and found that they had warrants.

Because we complied, and followed directions, the officers began to relax and gave us concessions. And the original arresting officer was black, we do not see color---we see either police blue or CHP khaki

And that is where Oscar Grant made his fatal mistake---he and his companions did not comply.

But what really burns me is the lawyer for the family of Oscar Grant making statements to incite riots---that man should be removed from the BAR. He was not part of the prosecution team---he was an outside lawyer. And I felt he tried hard to fan the flames for rioting. And that is wrong, ten kinds of wrong.

I’m sorry if my words seem strong, but I’m trying to see everything from all sides, but I cannot deny the facts. It was a very, very tragic accident.

I’m not seeing this as a black vs. white situation. When I think on the facts the images are simply gray, without color, no race or ethnicity.

The big mistake is that people (not all, but a number of people) try to play the race card, they shouldn’t, it does not move anything forward especially in understanding things. It only promotes more hatred, and that is wrong too.

And what is so very sad is that the crowd decided to not ask the hard question of themselves “WHAT IS TRUTH?” and instead yelled for Barrabas, a criminal, a person who committed crimes against the state---granted the state was the Roman Empire, but Barrabas was a known criminal who after being freed, disappeared to never be heard from again.

I’m very tired, I’ve had a long hard week, and things have been playing havoc on me because of the volatile emotions that have been flying. It’s times like these that I want to just curl up into a ball and say to the world, go away leave me alone---give me chocolate to drown my misery and nobody gets hurt.

Mean Kitty signing off, claws out in defense.

I'm tired~~~

2010-06-19T10:47:00.000-07:00

I'm tired of being bothered by those automated phone calls that are nothing more than commercials to vote for this or vote for that.

I'm also tired because I'm going to lose another tooth and the doc has got me on antibiotics. Dang it I hate losing teeth but it's happening because of genetics.

I've got something to rant on eventually---It's about the Arizona immigration law. I got a letter from a friend of mine who is staying down there and as a former California resident she is seeing this up close and personal.

And says that all those fools and idiots in California and the rest of the world should SHUT the H$%## UP!!! Until they have been threatened by an "illegal immigrant" they don't know their asses from a hole in the ground.

I will post her letter here next time---and you folks better read it, because it will be happening to you before you know it.

Mean Kitty signing off and looking for her pills.

Proposition 16

2010-04-18T10:42:00.000-07:00

I Hate Politics!!!!

I Hate Elections!!!!

I Hate the Politicos and Self Interests trying to MUCK Things UP!!!

And I HATE a utility company that can't do the JOB!!!

And that's YOU PACIFIC GAS AND ELECTRIC COMPANY!!!!

You put in these stupid meters and people suddenly get charged hundreds of dollars for a untility bill that not even right---but PG & E says that these are smart meteres, well it seems to me that it's pretty stupid meters.

And now----AND NOW!!! P G & E is the major backer of Proposition 16, claiming that it gives the taxpayers the right to vote----well doesn't it mean that taxpayers who are tired of PG & E from not doing their job to allow cities to get out from under the monopoly that PG & E has??

That the People have no recourse to turn too? Where I live we have a municipal owned electric company and my electric bill is very resonable, of course I don't cook with electricity nor dry with electricity nor heat my home with electricity---that's gas---and frankly my bill has been going up, even when I've cut down on the heat, I line dry my clothes, and barely cook with my stove.

SO WHY IS MY GAS BILL GOING UP, EVEN WHEN I DON'T HAVE ONE OF THOSE STUPID SMART METERS ON MY HOUSE??? Answer THAT PG & E!!!

I know how I'm going to vote on Proposition 16--- I'm going to vote NO!! And if my City wants to go into the gas business I know that will mean more work for people, and we will have greater recourse incase they mess up and we'll have a quicker response to a situation.

On top of that my City can look into more affordable sources for gas than does PG & E.

Vote No on Prop 16! It keeps PG & E in business of being a monopoly!

Mean Kitty with her claws out signing off!

I'M BAAAACCKKK!!!

2010-04-03T10:11:00.000-07:00

Ya can't get rid of me.

Again I've been busy, very busy, work, taxes, property taxes, house cleaning (with a shovel and a bull dozer).

And more work and more work.

Right now I'm ready to demand a raise, The city finance system screwed up direct depositing my paycheck, so they don't know where my paycheck is. I told Head of Finance they better cut me a check because I"M NOT HAVING MY CREDIT RATING DESTROY BECAUSE OF THEIR STUPIDITY!!!

So we shall see how all of this is going to work out on Monday, they owe me an apology and something for my stress.

In the mean time Hunka Burnin' Love and I will be going to my brother Bubba's house for Easter. He's putting a good size Ham on the Bar-be, or Ham steaks, it's goina be cold and rainy, it's been that way all week.

I want to know where did the nice weather go to.

So if I don't post for a while we'll I've been busy.

Oh and I ran into her again that Gal that looks like Ava Gardner, whoooo weee she is pretty, she was at the Gun Show a few weeks ago and bought a vintage small caliber automatic that belonged to a Madam who owned a "House of Ill repute" back in the 1920's. it was a pretty little thing.

We had a nice little chat over in the snack bar area, said she works in the City for some financial institution, I can't say which one, I mean even on the Internet you've got to have some privacy.

Well we exchanged business cards (Like the professionals that we are), and we may stay in touch. So we shall see.

When I have the time I'm going to do some links here to a couple of blog sites that I like. But right now I've got to do some shopping with what little money I can spare.

Mean Kitty signing off

WELL HAPPY NEW YEAR YA'ALL!!!

2010-01-18T12:45:00.000-08:00

It’s me Again Folks!!

No I didn’t forget about you, I’m still a rantin’ and a ravin’. But as with all things busy, Busy.

Health wise I’m doing fine, had a CT scan for my Kidneys, it was a 2 for 1 deal, check for tumors and the stones.

I tell ya’ you do not want a kidney stone attack, the pain is something that I would only wish on Osama Bin Laden and anyone with those extremist Terrorists groups. Frankly I think they deserve the pain.

By the way do ya like the picture of Gingersnap---whom I call "Evil Dog" she looks all sweetness and light but she'll take a chunk out of ya. I'm experimenting, seems I can add images to my blog, so this should be fun.

Now back to my health, So I’m drinking water, keeping things flowing (maybe too much) gotta watch those ecltrolytes (don’t ask me to spell it).

So what have I been doing since Thanksgiving’? Well working mostly, and having family members getting’ in touch with me, seems like we’se need to be in touch, find out who we came from ya know all that genealogy stuff.

Well I found in a tiny green address book, all the basic info that my Mama wrote down, had to use a magnifyin’ glass the writin’ was so small. So now me and my Hunka are going to go to the cemetery to get some more dates and such. Good thing I know where they’re buried and also can check on the headstones.

Do you know that there are some punk kids goin’ around grafitting headstones---no respect for the dead I tell ya, none at all. But don’t worry the dead is gonna get them, ya don’t mess with them. That’s what’s my Granny told me.

Anyway getting back to the kidneys (why is it when one gets old it’s always about goin’ to the bathroom?) The doc calls me said everything is O.K. the stones are small and so far staying put, and no tumors. But it’s back in the next 6 months to keep an eye on those things. But no Barium and no dye injected. And I tell ya that’s no fun.

I had to fast from midnight the night before and then get up at “Oh My God it’s Early” in the dark, shower and dress (and it was cold too) then 2 hours before my 9 a.m. appointment drink ½ of this stuff that they call Berry Barium Smoothie, look it may smell like berries, and have a little berry taste with a chalky after taste and it maybe a little bit smoother, but it’s still no fun to drink, although the berry smell and taste did make it a little bit better.

Then we’se got to get there early to find a parking space, and now it’s an hour before my appointment and I have to drink the other half, still no fun.

So then I go to my appointment, early because they need to find a vein on my arm (my veins are not good) but I do have to say at KP they are very, very nice to me, didn’t want to hurt me although they had to try 3 times to find a vein. Then they walk me to the CT machine room and helped me into that hospital gown, ‘cause the IV lock is in the vein in my hand (not comfortable but they taped it down good) then it’s my turn in the CT machine, first the saline, bit of a chilled rush in my hand and arm, then the dye, well they did warn me what to expect.

O.K if you’ve never had a CT scan with dye this is what happens, you get this metal taste in your mouth and then you get hot all over like having a major, Major hot flash only hotter, then you feel like you’ve got to go potty, but you can’t. So I close my eyes as the machine takes over and says “take a breath, hold, breathe” and repeats is several times and I’m moved in and out of this donut hole, Now I hear the medical Techs come in and say “You’re doing good” just a little more. Well me I’m ready to leave any time now.

But after a bit I stop hearing the machine whine, and it stops, but I’m inside the donut, but the techs come in and ask me if I’m takin’ any blood thinners, guess that important. So’s I tell them what I am takin’ and they say that’s fine we’re all done, but I’m still inside the donut, so I says to them “Can you get me out of this thing, it feels like it wants to make love to me” (Not bad for an old lady) well the techs laugh and say “Now that is a new one” and they very gently help me out of the machine and take out the IV lock, puts a band aid on it and helps me get dress.

Then they ask if I have someone with me (yeah Hunka), and tells me to get some protein into me and water, and then to go home and rest for a bit. Well Hunka takes me to breakfast and all I want is poached eggs and grits, and whole wheat toast, and O.J. I even asked for a second bowl of grits---now I rarely eat grits but I do like them and I very seldom have poached eggs, but poached eggs and not one but two bowls of grits?---man that is demanding major comfort food.! Then after that Hunka took me home and I slept the rest of the day. Even he took a nap---no fun getting’ up at “Oh My God It’s Early!”

I’m fine, Doc says I’m fine, and that is good.

CHRISTMAS---DICKENS FAIR

Christmas---I loved the Holiday season, Hunka and I went to the Dickens Fair and just had a Major good time, even dropped off a couple of toys for the Toys for Tots collection.

I’ve got to tell you that Dickens Christmas Fair in S.F. is somethin’ else. Where else can you meet Queen Victoria, Charles Dickens, Father Christmas, Scrooge, Fagin, Buffalo Bill Cody, Annie Oakley, the characters from a Jules Verne novel, and Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson all in one place? It’s great!

Ya go in and suddenly you are overwhelmed by the smells of baking, cinnamon, nutmeg, sausages, spicy tea, fudge and the sounds of people in a busy thoroughfare, sort of like walking down Diagone Alley in a Harry Potter story, but it’s Charles Dickens time. And of course Hunka was right in there all dressed up in his Cowboy Sunday go-to-meetins’ clothes, and me I’m dressed like a Frontier woman from Kansas, only we’se aint in Kansas Toto.

For a little while you forget your worries or cares, you just want to get into the fun of it. No problems of the 21^st century, just a fairy tale of what we think the 19^th century is all about. ***sigh*** Wish it were so.

Hunka and I went to Christmas eve Vigil Mass (not midnight gotta get my beauty sleep ya know), then we drove over to Christmas Tree Lane, had to park away from it because it’s so popular, so Hunka gets out my rolling Hooptie, so I can walk a bit, it was cold but the lights were so pretty. People were having their pictures taken.

CHRISTMAS—AT BROTHER BUBBA’S

We celebrated Christmas Dinner at my brother’s house, I love the way he’s got it all fixed up, the colors of the living room and dinning room, just brings out the woodwork the way it should be. And the food, everyone brought something, me I baked yams, turned out pretty good to.

My brother Bubba, didn’t want to do the Turkey bit, so he had instead a Ham from Trader Joe’s (bone in) man, it was delicious, but big well he got a 18 pound ham for 17 people, and there was nothing left, I have to say there was nothing for left overs, and my Sister in law was expecting left overs but everyone had a good appetite.

Instead of crashing out they set up a couple of tables and everyone played different games, the kids were playing some sort of weird card games and really getting into it, some my brother, and his brother in law, Hunka and a couple of the kids were playing Squeak, Me and my sister in law her two sisters and mother we were playing Mexican dominos. We played until late, only taking breaks to much on the left overs or having desert. Hmmm come to think of it no wonder there were no left overs.

Bubba to make up for it being a “no burn” day (ya know they did that on Thanksgiving too---lots of people yelled that it was a conspiracy, but the EPA kept saying no it wasn’t---I don’t believe them) Well anyway Bubba burned candles all in holders in the fireplace and on the T.V. he had this DVD that shows a log burning in a fireplace and played Christmas music, kept it on a loop too.

And some of those Candles smelled of Cinnamon and Vanilla, felt good.

It was nice and mellow; it seems that everyone was relieved that we didn’t do a gift exchange it felt more old fashioned, more Christmassy.

At work it was slow, everyone out of town, which was fine, but next year I’m taken the week between Christmas and New Years off. I’m doin’ it out of self defense (talk about furloughs) so I’m saving up money to cover two weeks now if they only furlough one week I’m ahead of the game, if they don’t furlough at all I’m still ahead and will just let it make interest.

NEW YEARS EVE ---was something else. I mean it was a mellow New Years Eve for me and Hunka; we managed to eat out at Ta-daaaa! Carls Jr. yeah real fancy, but it’s what we wanted. As a matter of fact we met all kinds of people there, just having a late dinner before going to any parties. I was surprised at some of the evening dresses. And no they didn’t get any sauce dripped on them

Hunka and I went home and we watched a DVD of “Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince” talk about a story getting’ dark and complicated. But it was good. Then we switched to the Dick Clark’s New Years event---I’m sorry but Dick Clark looked Mummified, well the poor guy had a stroke and considering his age and all he’s doing well. But still he looked mummified.

About a couple of minutes before Midnight Hunka poured two glasses of sparkling cider into our cheap wine glasses and we were bundled up in blankets and went out onto our front porch. There were a couple of parties going on, and we could hear them do the count down. Then the whistles from some ship blew nearby, we heard fireworks go off, our partiers were yelling and blowing their horns and banging pots. We knew they were happy.

Hunka and I toasted each other and drank and wished each other happy new year and kissed---I know---awwww ain’t that sweet. But wait until I tell you the rest of it----and no we didn’t do the “dirty deed” we were too tired for that.

No, what happened next is that some guy from down the block at one of the parties comes running up the middle of the street blowing a whistle and wearing nothing but his tennis shoes and his tidy whiteys’ as he got near our house he stopped blowing for a few seconds and I yelled, “don’t go onto the next street they won’t see you!” I was afraid he’d get hit by a car because we maybe a quiet street but we do have a busy cross street and we didn’t need an accident to some guy wearing tennis shoes and his tidy whiteys’.

But he runs to the street end turns around and runs back, now I have to say that took courage or a lot of beer because this guy had a gut on him that was jello in motion, it was almost hypnotizing, everyone else on their porches saw him but no cops were called----after all it is New Years. And he ran back to the cheers of his party goer friends.

I looked at my Hunka Hunka Burnin’ Love and said “Honey I think this New Year is going to be very interesting”.

And with that we finished our cider, went inside, turned off the T.V. and went to bed.

And so far the New Year has turned out to be Very Interesting---and its not even Jan.30^th.

So now at work they’ve were for two days upgrading the computer systems so we couldn’t do our regular work, which in a way was good, it gave me a chance to do major clean up and organizing, got ride of 3 years worth of back log stuff, shredded tons of stuff I didn’t need any more, I was goin’ to town! Told my Boss “Hey do some more of this upgrading and I can be totally caught up”

Did I make any new years resolutions---No---Why you may ask?

Simple---I made my resolutions when I got out of the Hospital last October, I said I was going to fix myself up, wear my good clothes, make up, jewelry, perfume (yea and don’t tell me they’re people allergic to it, I’m entitled to wear it) and bit by bit, get more organized, clean out Krap, even if it’s a little at a time, and work on projects, O.K. it’s going to take more than a year to get some of this stuff done, but I’ve got to start somewhere.

So why? Well my Cousin Edna sent me via e-mail this little short story called “Someday” Seems this lady was helping her late friends’ husband pack away his wife’s things. She came across all this beautiful clothing and such that was never worn. The grieving husband said “My wife would save it for ‘Someday’ to wear, but ‘Someday’ never came”.

Well I’ve got stuff I’ve been savin’ for someday, so with everything that surgery was a wake up call, my Someday is Now!! So I’m wearing it Now! Using it Now! Because if I wait for Someday, that might never come.

Just remember that Folks, if you’ve been saving something special for Someday, Don’t. Because Someday is now, and things are special now, make yourself feel special Now, don’t wait, because if you do, Someday may never come.

Mean Kitty leavin’ you with that thought.

Random Thoughts and pissed as Hell

2009-11-29T09:22:00.000-08:00

Hello Again Folks,

Well I hope you all had a nice Thanksgiving. Mine was pretty mellow, even if it was a T.M’s house, she of the Frozen Cheese Lasagna of two years ago come Christmas.

I have to say things have improved ever since her daughter took over the cooking arrangements, I only had to bring baked yams, which is not hard to do, and some soda, which if you get it in Liter bottles is a lot cheaper than buying by the can.

The food was good and arrived at the table warm, well above room temperature, things were wet where I live, but frankly we need the rain, I just hate the wind and cold.

And speaking of cold, I’ve come down with one, I know it’s a cold because my sinuses are running and I cough because the stuff tickles my throat, but I do have a lot to be thankful for.

We can at least pay the bills, stay warm and can buy food, everything else we use it up, make do, save for it, recycle it, fix it, or do without.

A really good bit of philosophy in the long run, but I just hope the state government doesn’t come along and muck things up. Just when you think you can “dog paddle” along, the government has to come and mess things up, raising rates or doing something stupid that they think is great, when it isn’t.

And they seem to keep changing the rules mid-way through “the game” now that is not fair.

I know of a number of people that are leaving this golden state which isn’t so golden anymore, because of all the stupidity done by the government and the Feds aren’t much better.

One family I know of managed to sell their house, pay off what they owe; they sold their big fancy cars, bought a mini-cooper and a big rig to pull a gently used 5^th wheeler. That is their home and it’s much cheaper than their old house. The kids were not happy when their fancy cell phones were discontinued, and their video games were sold off as well as all the fancy furniture and such.

But their parents told them to face life; it was either this way or being homeless for a long, LONG time.

They did a lot of other sacrifices as well, of course the kids belly ached and complained because they lost the life style they could not afford----well too bad said Mom and Pop.

They moved out of state, and found a place where things were affordable and Dad got a full time job and Mom managed to get a part time job where she can be home when the kids get out of school.

I got an e-mail from them not too long ago, and they’re saying they wish they’d done it a lot sooner, but they are making do and don’t live too far from the Wife’s folks, which is good. And the kids are discovering ‘board games’.

Because Mom doesn’t work a full time job and can keep an eye on them, their grades have gone up, and they’re not into so much mischief. Of course the kids are not happy with the new rules but their parents sat them down and said things are changing for everyone so it’s gotta be this way.

Heck, I could have told them that years ago.

This morning I was writing up the bills (and coughing and sniffling) and I was thinking about all this Krap junk mail, all these changes that the Banks and Credit card companies are doing so quickly that it’s impossible to keep up with it.

I was even looking at the phone bill, and it’s getting to the point where do I need to have internet at home? Can I do without this and that? And some of it has come back as “yes”.

I mean I seriously started thinking about what we can do without; do we need Cable or Satellite T.V.? Do we need a fancy car? Do we need a swimming Pool or hot tub? Video games? I mean stop and think Folks, what do you really, really need?

Well of course you need an income, and you need medical and dental insurance, and you do need auto insurance, and if you own a home you do need home owners insurance, so those are givens, they are the needs that one has to have.

Now I have a friend of mine, she got fed up with her house that she called a “Money Pit” and sold it, put her funds into something for her retirement. She too sold off most of her furniture, and rented a large studio apartment. She has said that if it can’t fit into a large trailer for her to tow then it’s too much.

She doesn’t entertain at home, but will meet friends at a favorite spot. She looked into renters insurance and figured that if anyone stole her stuff they were welcome to it. And she told me she is much happier because she has the mobility that she didn’t have before.

In some ways I wish I was just as free as her, but one makes choices and one has to deal with them.

I’m selling off my old 1963 Chevy Nova, hated to do it but I had no choice, I even took some old antique stuff to this Auction house and they told me what it was worth and could auction it off for me. I need the money.

Because we just got a bill for a medical service done in August and they are finally billing us now, nearly $400 dollars, for What!!?? Just to say that my Hunka Burnin’ Love snores??? And there’s nothing they can do about it?

That was a waste of money because I could have told them that!!! So the Money I was hoping to save to cover the cost of the License of the SUV is going out the window, because my Hunka snores!!!

I told him that from now on we weight each thing very carefully, because we don’t have that much funds left. The only thing we need to do right now is watch to see what we are going to have to do when we replace his pacemaker. We Have to do that, don’t have any choice.

And I’m going to have to negotiate with them because we can’t pay $400 dollars all at once. That is going to be “fun”.

Maybe we should have socialized medicine, if our medical system was like Kaiser, we’d be in good shape, they’ve treated me real good and I have a very low co-pay.

That’s it; just do it like Kaiser Permanente, instead of the government sticking their nose into it.

They stick their nose into areas where it’s not wanted and enough is enough.

Mean Kitty signing off.

I'm Back and just in time for Thanksgiving

2009-11-20T17:27:00.000-08:00

Well Folks I have a lot to be thankful for.

I guess you just thought I had blown away and died---NOT!!

I’ve been busy, both me and my hunka burnin’ love, we’ve been hit by illnesses, I had to have some serious surgery and My Hunka is gonna need to have his pacemaker replaced.

Yeah it was pretty serious, I had a cancerous tumor on my kidney that was the size of my thumb from the tip to the first joint. I was worried they were going to have to remove the entire kidney. But the good thing is that it was localized.

The tissue around it was healthy and so was the kidney, no radiation, no chemo, I was one lucky son of a gun, Doc says I have a 95% chance of staying healthy, I’ll take those odds.

Of course now I’ve got a scar that looks like I’ve been in a knife fight, good thing I don’t wear bikinis.

And of course the economy being what it is (down the drain) we’ve been hit hard by it as well. Not everything was covered by my Medical plan, so we had to economize. My surgery came upon me so close to Halloween that we didn’t celebrate it this year. Just put a sign up saying “Sorry, Due to Serious Family Illness, We will not be doing Halloween this Year. Watch for the Haunted Graveyard in 2010. Have a safe and fun Halloween, See you next year.”

Do you know that we had a lot of trick and treaters write get well wishes on those signs, now that is nice. It only goes to show that people care, they worry when things change or someone, even someone they don’t really know they want to be safe and healthy. Most of them are parents now who came by when they were kids and now they are bringing their kids---Hey I’m at the Grandma level, I never knew we were such an institution in the neighborhood, of course a few days later some of my neighbors said that we put pressure on them because we couldn’t do Halloween this year, but they were glad I was fine.

That gives me hope.

My friends and family and the neighbors were worried about me, talk about Hugs and just feeling good about things, and bringing food, my brother Bubba and his wife had us over for dinner a lot, of course the first few weeks it was hard for me to sit up and I’d tire quickly, and it was hard to eat much, my appetite had disappeared, and even now I get hungry, but I get full real quick, I lost weight nearly 10 pounds, of course it’s a diet I don’t recommend.

But my family was really, Really worried about me, and my co-workers always calling and checking in, my Boss especially---he found out how much I do at work, it will make our work evaluation much easier now that he understands what I do.

But now I’m back at work, and it feels good, my brain need to wake up again, one thing I found out from all of this---I have seen what my future looks like if I retire----it ain’t pretty. I need to work, to have a purpose, it’s like air and food. So I think if and when I do retire, I’ll try and find a part time job, work a few days a week, just to keep mentally active, it’s important.

I get this newsletter from these folks that teach “Ghost Hunting” now this one gal she posted comments about how things were back then (way back then like 1950’s), and I have to agree with her thoughts on this.

Before we got all this new fangled stuff like the internet, twitter, fancy-shmashy cars with computer bits in them, cell phones, and crowded the freeways with urban sprawl, we were a close knit bunch of people and this was before wanting to have the latest gadget, and keeping up with the Jones and a swimming pool in every back yard, fancy wines, mani-pedicures, plasma screen TV’s, loud music that promotes bad behavior and beating up your woman.

Before we had credit cards, litigious behavior, every one of your teen age kids demanding their own phone and car and credit cards, before we started having bad behavior and bad etiquette, people came together, I mean really came together, you knew your neighbors and you tired to work things out. Of course one had cranky and crazy neighbors back then as well but you at least felt you could do something. Not now.

Now it seems we can’t move unless we have one of these things, we can’t do business unless you are on the internet, we can’t go anywhere unless you have a fast car, we can’t get what we want unless we are in DEBT!!

Now I should know, because we are in debt having fallen into that trap, no I don’t get a mani-pedicure, although with my bad back I do go in to have an occasional pedicure but that is because of my bad back, otherwise I’d do my own.

But we made do---it was use it up, recycle it, fix it, save for it, or do without. Of course you can’t do without indoor plumbing, but if your T.V. is broke, then save to have it repaired and in the mean time do without.

I remember my car needed a 300 dollar repair job, I didn’t have the money, so I drove it back to my home, took the bus, saved up the money and then took it back to get it fixed, of course by that time it cost me $350 dollars, but that was O.K.

The shame of it is we are a throw away society, we can’t do that anymore, now a days I see people put things out on the curb with a sign that says ‘FREE” and by gum! People take the stuff.

The other day my Hunka and I saw two captains style chairs and the sign said “Free” we checked them out, one needed a little repair, both had paint on them but for us they were fine and nothing that a hammer and a nail can’t fix and they were just the right size that we needed.

Now for a long time I was on dial up inter access, yeah I got hooked on the internet, but in doing business I looked for a phone number, called them and asked it they would take a U.S. Postal Money Order---I wasn’t having my checking account or credit card number flying all over the ether. And 100 % of the time they would take it. U.S. POSTAL MONEY ORDER ---- for real money.

But if they say they only want this Pay Pal---forget it---I’ll walk away.

I’ve gotten to the point where I’m just paying down my credit cards, if I have any extra change that I can put aside I put it into a separate checking account and just use the debt card if they don’t take checks.

As a matter of fact I know one lady who was in a situation where she had no choice, she had to declare bankruptcy, she sold off almost all that she had, moved in with her folks, which was a good thing, because they were getting up there in years. She sold off the more expensive of her two cars, kept the other for emergencies. Took public transportation, brown bagged her lunch, rarely ate out, she did need an internet connection at home for her work, but she couldn’t have a credit card, so she got a debt card, knew exactly how much she would need to keep in it.

She would take a 2^nd seasonal job from time to time, no cable or satellite T.V. for her, but her folks were interested in the old T.V. shows, so they got cable T.V. but she let them pick the programs they wanted.

If she needed some clothes she’d go to a clothing on consignment store, the only things she’d buy new was underwear and shoes that could no longer be repaired, and of course personal hygiene stuff, to get her hair cut she’d go to the beauty school and got a hair cut that would just need a trim from time to time, no hair dye, no perms.

Her Mother didn’t need fancy clothing and would buy her clothes from catalogs, or sew her own, so this lady learned to sew as well, staying with basic pattern styles.

When Hallmark came out with the 99 cents cards, she was happy, she could afford to send birthday, anniversary, get well wishes to friends, and she found at the Target Store, savings in stationary for Thank you notes, of course she’s not happy with the postal rates going up, and she’s found that a lot of people like gift cards to stores that they go to when she wants to give a gift.

She has a male friend who takes her out on dates, like to the movies, or to a special event.

But she has no plans to get married, her Folks’ home is small, and old fashioned, but in a good neighborhood, and she told me that she has re-fallen in love with her Folks house, with the money she’s saved she’s been helping them fix it up, replacing worn out things, and such, she even had the kitchen done so that it looks like it did back in the 50’s but with new appliances that are retro looking when the old ones died, her parents are happy, she feels happy and her parents feel safe as well.

It will be another 5 years before her credit can be reestablished, but she’s discovered that she’s hasn’t felt it because she’s learned to do without.

The only thing that she’s discovered is that she does need her cell phone for emergencies, her internet connection so she can do some of her work from home, and her car for shopping, but she’s keeping her folks old car as well, it’s a Buick from the 1950’s and in great condition. She’s been building her savings up, and she knows she can afford things again. Her Folks are going to transfer things into her name, to avoid estate taxes and so they can get assistance without draining their finances.

She’s lucky, others aren’t but she’s learned to be frugal, and we should too.

Me and Hunka are trying but it’s hard, things come up, money is not there, we hate to use the credit card, but sometimes we have no choice. I’ve gotten to the point where I consider the credit card as a Loan from a Financial institution but you can’t take a tax write off, which makes things difficult.

My Hunka and I are learning to be very frugal, we take stuff to the recyclers for cash, Tapes, CD’s and such we don’t like we take to the Media shop and get credit to get something we’ll like, we get our books at the library, we shop from a grocery list, we pick up and roll pennies, we keep a sewing kit ready for repairs, clip coupons, watch the sales ads, price compare at gas stations and stores.

My brother and I have agreed since the kids are teens that Christmas will be just a holiday get together, no gift exchanges, who can afford it? Even the two Christmas parties we’re going to everyone was told keep the ornament gifting as much under $5 as possible.

And we are looking for every single tax deduction that we can take. And if you pay for something and it ain’t right we squawk good and loud, we don’t do business with “fly-by-night” businesses, only the ones that are solid and know they have to make good on their product.

I have a friend of mine, her web blog is listed right here on my Blog list, you should check her out La Diva Loca Fabulous aka the Crazy Fabulous Diva, and there is another lady who calls herself the Fabulous Diva, check out both their blog sites.

Anyway with the surgery I was out of work for a while, driving my Hunka Burnin’ Love up the wall, now don’t get me wrong. He took good care of me while I was recovering, most of the time for the first 3 weeks I just slept, because of the pain meds, and I’d tire out easily.

Beaucephus is glad that I’m back but Gingersnap is afraid to come near me, a friend of mine who is a sort of “Dog Whisperer” said that when we got Gingersnap that tumor was growing inside of me and the little one smelled it and thought it was a part of me, now it’s gone, I’m well and the dog has a hard time accepting me. DW said I have to go slow with the little thing, keep to the familiar routine, and on occasion give the dog bribes. Go figure.

One hard thing I’m doing, I have to sell my old car, my beloved Chevy Nova, I’ve had that car for 40 years, but for the last few I haven’t been able to afford getting it fixed, this guy that collects cars has made a very serious offer, I can’t refuse it, so he’s paid something down, and will pay the balance when he comes to get the car over Thanksgiving weekend.

He’s going to fix it up real nice and show the Nova off at different Car Rally’s, his wife wanted a car that represented the early 1960’s and my Nova fits the bill and it’s just her size. It’s going to be her car at the rally’s I’ve written about all the adventures I’ve had with my Car and she just loves it, so I gave her the binder of stories (I kept a copy).

The folks have got money, seems they were not hurt bad by the down turn, and my old Car will be in their garage out of the weather. They like to focus on the cars from the 50’s and early 60’s, but he has two that he really likes and won’t sell and she wanted one of her own. And my Nova was what she was looking for.

I’m going to really cry a lot when my car leaves, it’s my one and only, but I have no choice, I need the money.

As a matter of fact this surgery that I had was a bit of a wake up call for me, Hunka and I have been going through things, sorting things out, getting rid of junk, selling what we don’t use or can’t use, donating that which is still good, and even some of our neighbors have taken things off of our hands because they could use it.

So cleaning things out is a good thing, and it feels good, even if we only tackle just a corner when it looks good it feels good and that is important.

And Thanksgiving is coming up----that’s is going to be very interesting----it’s at my sister-in-laws sister’s house, she who had the frozen lasagna disaster a few years ago. That is going to be a very interesting situation. If you don’t remember my writing about it, check my earlier blogs on it.

Anyway that’s it for now, I’ve got some chicken to bake and coupons to clip and a couple of skirt hems to mend.

And I’ve got to rest up and find out what I can rant about…. There’s a few things, but I’m not sure how topical they are going to be.

Mean Kitty just mellowing out.

Of Idiots and other things~~~~~

2009-05-06T08:24:00.000-07:00

I'm still alive, and I've been busy, very busy.

Been to a Book Sale (love books) Been to a Gun Show (Love Guns)

And I'll talk about them later, I also (some of you can get jealous) met the Fabulous Diva at the Gun Show, I didn't know that she lived near by (only goes to show what a small world) and she is one very beautiful lady, reminds me of Ava Gardner. But tall! and a figure! No wonder the guys there were eye-balling her (when they could take their eyes away from the Semi-Automatics).

But the sweetest, nicest lady you'd ever want to meet. I Like Her, so did my Hunka Burnin' Love but he knows who he's going home with. Hee, Hee. She had an elderly lady with her that I thought might be her Grandma, turned out it was a neighbor lady, seems they've adopted each other. That's nice.

Anyway I'm pissed right now, I could chew 10 penny nails, it seems that Ron Dellums, the Mayor of Oakland (aka Dum, Dum---Fabulous borrowed that from me) is planning to lay off, LAY OFF 140 police officers!!!!

YOU DON'T LAY OFF 140 POLICE OFFICERS!!! What is this man Thinking??!! Wait---he's not thinking----his wife does the thinking for him!!

He wants to lay off this many police officers, put the people of Oakland in serious jeopardy because HE wants to SAVE MONEY~~~Why doesn't he start saving money by cutting the saleries of those who are in his office and on his city Council.

You don't put the people in danger, but he---Mr. Dum, Dum is willing to put people in danger (Oh did I tell you he's African American---now I have nothing against African Americans, Many are my friends and co-workers and we all work hard for our money)

But even my co-workers are complaining about Mr. Dum, Dum they want him OUT of Office, not that I blame them, I'd want him out too putting my life in danger like that.

No sensible person would do that, maybe a hiring freeze, but not layoffs in city protection.

It means that the only person who can protect themselves is themselves, GUN RIGHTS!!! GUN RIGHTS!!! PROTECT THE 2ND AMENDMENT!!!! Especially with idiots like that in office.

And on top of that They were able to prove through DNA evidence that Lovell Moxin, the SOB who killed those 4 police officers, was a serial rapist, A SERIAL RAPIST--- Seems his robbed and raped two women 8 hours before he killed those 4 officers and 2 weeks before that he raped a 12 year old girl, and a month before that he robbed and did some harm to a husband and wife in Folsom, (where he may have got the guns) and it seems they can tie him to a number of other rapes as well all in his own neighborhood.

So Moxin the murderer, was a monster, killing 4 police officers without conscious, you know he stood over the first two and put bullets into them to make sure they were dead---witnesses saw him do that, and now Dum, Dum Dellums wants to lay off 140 police officers, this is a slap in the face of Oakland's finest----

Hey Dellums is this because all 4 families didn't want you to speak at the Funeral because they know you are NOT pro-police force---are you some kind of Wimp?? Is this your way of getting back at the entire Oakland Police Force who are sworn to protect and Serve? Man I hope everyone votes you out of office and that you never hold another political position where you could do any more harm.

One of my friends (who is African-American) is a police officer and even he wants Dellums out of office---hey, when you are a cop you bleed blue. There is no color barrier!

O.K. Kitty calm down---have a cup of coffee.

O.K. now I've also been e-mailing to the members on the Senate appropreations committee at our State Capitol to Reject AB or is it SB 962 the limitations on the sale of ammo, some of them have read my e-mails, but a couple of them didn't Like Hall, and one other whose name I can't remember but one of them took the time to e-mail me back!

A response to my e-mail!!! She is Diane Harkey representative of the 73rd District, and she also opposes 962 and belives in gun rights, she saw every one of my points and said she will oppose 962 and work to persuade the committe that it is a useless law.

If this Lady ever runs for Governer of California I WILL VOTE FOR HER!!!

O.K. now I've got to go, Hunka Burnin' Love and I have some work we have to do, I'm gettin' rid of a lot of junk that I don't need, I'm mean the stuff is still useable, so we'll donate it to Goodwill or Salvation Army or St. Vincent De Paul, I mean someone can use it.

Oh and to a certain someone who likes to read my blog, her first name starts with the letter F, hey Lady, e-mail me let me know how you are doin'.

Time to Check In~~~

2009-04-15T09:05:00.000-07:00

Well Folks I guess you thought that I had disappeared off the face of this here Earth~~~

Sorry to disappoint you. (Hee, Hee) Yep! I' m one cantankerous person, Can't keep me down.

So I've been busy, very busy----life has a way of interrupting having fun. I think they call it work.

Well I've been doing that, doin' taxes, doin' a re-fi on the home mortgage (gotta take advantage of the lower interest rates), takin' care of my Hunka burnin' love, the dogs---I've got two of them now.

The second one only weighs 13 pounds, looks like a little fox, I've started calling her "evil dog", she just too smart for her own good, she doesn't bite but she don't like being brushed or washed or picked up---evil dog. But she don't want anyone to get into my space so she puts all 13 pounds between me and any stranger, don't know what she'll do---maybe bite their ankles----evil little dog.

But the little think just loves to be loved. Can't argue with that and she gets along well with Hailey the wonder dog, so can't complain about that.

So anyway I've been busy. When I have more time I will post some rants---lately there has been too much to rant about. The 4 cops who got killed by a parolee that jumped parole and managed to get an illegal gun---now remember I'm stressing illegal----and all these political mental midgets want more gun bans----Gun BANNS DON'T WORK ON THE CRIMINALS!!!

CAN'T YOU IDIOTS REALIZE THAT???!!! THE CRIMINALS WILL IGNORE GUN BANNS!!!

AND REMEMBER THE SECOND AMENDMENT IS WHAT PROTECTS THE REST OF THE OTHER AMENDMENTS!!!

Boy I'm going to have fun later this year, they called me up for jury duty---had to post pone it.

But when I go in and they ask me questions I'll have fun telling them "Hey I'm a member of SASS, a Cowboy re-enactment group, a member of a gun club and I'm a card carrying member of the NRA, Charlton Heston and John Wayne are my gods, and I'm a strong believer in the 2nd Amendment" Boy there are going to be some lawyers that will want me off that jury in a hurry!!! (Hee, Hee)

But believe me folks----there are a lot of people who never had a gun before, but are now taking gun safety training and lessons and are joining up. Even my Brother Bubba, he was formerly a liberal Democrat, even his brother-in-law was a liberal Democrat (am I spelling that word right?)

And Guess What!---They are now card caring, gun toting members of the NRA and are Republicans!! They do not trust Obama's crew and I have to laugh because they know that I told them 20 years ago---"Hey you'se guys are going to be thinking like ME!!" And Guess What! They are.

So who has the last laugh----I tell ya folks---we are going back to the old wild west---the cops can't be every where. They say that the meek shall inherit the earth----and I say where at?

If you watch the movie the Magnificent 7---(love it) the old Mexican tells the farmers "Fight!" because a bad guy is stealing their food and terrorizing the village---so with what little they have they go to a big town to buy guns---but the Gunfighter says "Gunfighters are cheaper than guns" and the 7 gunfighters teach the villagers how to fight. In the end some of the gunfighters die (well they have to in this story and in life) but some live---one young gunfighter decides to settle down but we know he has the ability to teach his people to fight----the old Mexican says to the last two gunfighters "the farmers win, but you are like the scouring wind that rids the land of locusts"

So what does it all mean? Simple, maybe too simple----the cops can't be everywhere---and most of the people are like the defenseless farmers---ripe for having their stuff stolen----so people need to arm themselves and from time to time be like "the scouring wind that rids the land of locusts".

SO "COWBOY UP" PEOPLE, FIGHT TO KEEP YOUR SECOND AMENDMENT RIGHTS!!! OTHERWISE THE LOCUSTS WILL EAT YOU ALIVE BECAUSE THE IDIOT POLITICOS WILL HAVE MADE YOU TOOTHLESS!!

And that's the bottom line.

(see I did have something to rant about)

Whooo Weeee Someone is really Ticked off~~~

2009-03-08T20:16:00.000-07:00

And I can't blame her.

There's this gal whose blog I've been following and I've sent comments to her and she's been nice enough to keep them private, but she must be Royally Mad about something and the funny thing is she is going to delete her Blog.

Ya know I can understand why she feels this way, I have had people slap me down just when I think I can trust them, well if you slap a puppy too many times, they'll respect you but not out of trust or love, but out of fear and no one should try and keep a friendship going if they'se goin' to get slapped for something that was not understood.

Anyway if you want to get an idea of how mad she is just check out her Blog while it's still around before she deletes it. It's //thedivafabulous.blogspot.com

The only reason I knew about it so quick is that I was correcting some things on my Blog and then I backtracked to my Dashboard and there it was.

And I thought I was "Mean". At least she says it with class. Now I've got to send a post to her to let her know that I like her.

I'm goin' to miss her.

Just another update

2009-02-10T18:50:00.000-08:00

Well Folks, all I can say is I've been busy---- you know like 'BUSY"!!!!

Between work and paying bills, and trying to get things fixed it hasn't been easy.

Now some of you remember that I had a 'kidney stone' attack---something I don't wish on my friends but I sure as heck wish it on my worst enemies. Never had anything so painful.

Well the doc says that I'm going to have to have treatment, now not right away, line it up sometime after June--well at least it will be warmer, because right now it's colder than a well diggers butt or a frozen butterball turkey.

I have just not had time to take in all things that have been happening, but I'm prayin' for the folks down in Australia, I remember the Oakland Fire Storm back in October of 1989 at least I think it was 89 , I always get it confused with the Loma Preita earthquake, come to think of it it was the earthquake first and then the fire. Or is it the other way around---oh heck! My brain is fried!!!

Well anyway that Fire Storm was the devils own work, but it wasn't delibrate mostly done by stupidity, but still 25 people lost their lives and hundreds of homes almost vaporized and having all those euculiptus trees didn't help, they have a flamable oil in their leaves and bark, which I think helped the fire to crown as they call it.

Last time something like that happened around here was back in either 1922 or 1927, Berkeley almost was burned out, and the way that town has gone that might have been a good thing. But it was the same thing a fire storm. Just horrible.

I've come across another ladies blog, I like the way she writes, 'course it's mostly about her and her family but when she wrote about her little trip to Santa Cruz it was better than a Rick Steven's travel log. And she includes links as well.

Well me and My hunka burnin' love have joined a cowboy re-enactment group, they call themselves "the Gunfighters of the old west" they do both historical re-enactments as well as puttin' on an entertainin' show for other events.

Now right now the group is booked to do a "hanging' for a dinner that is honoring some speical person, and we are going to bust right in and make like we are going to 'hang' the person---did I tell you that my group is a bunch of fun lovin' people?

Trust me Folks it's all in fun, and no one gets hurt, I'm going to be playing an irrascable 'granny' character, without my false teeth "I tell ya sonny boy, you haven't lived till you been kissed by a toothless woman" well that's how I'm going to play her no teeth and red bloomers. Can you just picture that?

And for Valentine's day me and Hunka are going to a gun show, yep a gun show! The lovin' couple that shoots together stays together.

Well on that note I've got to go, the timer went off on dinner. We're having chicken tonight and the dogs are salivatin' , they hear that bell and that's it. You know who's trained around her.

Mean Kitty trying to get warm--feels like a "three-dog night"

Happy New Years for 2009!!!

2009-01-03T16:22:00.000-08:00

I can’t believe it!

I survived Christmas and New Years!!

Considering how December of 2008 started I was wondering if 2009 was going to be the same way.

In one night a crazy neighbor’s son cuts our phone lines, I get a kidney stone attack and Hunka rushes me to the ER. Then dealing with Crazy Neighbors son’s parents (they really are O.K. it’s their son that’s nuts) getting the phone company to fix the lines, calling the cops, then having a sink link, plus trying to find enough money to pay the bills and have a decent Christmas, on top of that realizing that Christmas dinner was going to be at T.M.’s house, it really turned out O.K.

Not fantastic but nice. Of course we still have to get the bathroom sink fixed, I still have to talk to a lawyer, then putting stuff together for income tax time (really looking forward to that), but we survived.

New Year’s Eve and day was really quiet, we don’t watch the football games, and we’re not into that. So on new Year’s eve, Hunka and I with the dogs on the bed, watched a James Bond video, then we switched to Channel 2 to watch Robbie Kenivel jump over the volcano in Las Vegas, did the Dick Clark count down and we opened the front door and toasted each other with sparking cider to welcome in 2009. Some body was setting off fireworks, and the neighbors down the block were having a party and everyone was outside in the cold, yelling and whooping it up.

So we listened to the noise, said “Uh huh, Happy New Years to each other” and went to bed.

I remember years ago before I met Hunka, I rarely went out on New Years; there really wasn’t any place to go to. So Mom and I we went to bed after the news, I’d read a little bit, so did Mom in her bedroom and then we’d hear the whistles go off and people yelling and Mom would say from her bedroom “Happy New Years Sweetheart” and I’d get out of my warm bed and go to her bedroom and kiss her on the forehead and say “Happy New Years Mom” and we’d smile.

There was one time I did go to a New Years Party that some friends of mine were throwing I asked Mom if it was alright and she said “Go, you never go out on New Years, Go, I’ll be fine”

Well I did and I did have a good time, but a half hour before Midnight I felt that I had to get home fast, so I told my friends I wasn’t feeling too good but thanks for the party and left, good thing too, when I got to my block there were fire trucks all over the place I couldn’t get near the house with my car, so I parked it in a neighbors drive way (he said it was fine I could pick it up the next morning) and ran to my house, the firemen stopped me but I said I had to get to my Mom’s house, they wouldn’t let me through, so I ran to the other side of the street, and several neighbors helped me get over the fences so I got to the other side, Mom’s house was two houses over from the fire, and Mom was on the front porch, scared as anything.

I grabbed the garden hose, got a ladder and went up to the roof and started hosing down the roof, the good thing is that the wind was calm and what there was of it was blowing away from the house, so here I am up on the roof, in my good dress and coat, getting wet and cold and not stopping hosing down the roof until the firemen had the other fire under control.

Then I looked at my watch and saw that it was 30 seconds to midnight, holding on to the ladder and the hose I looked down and saw that my Mom was looking up holding the bottom of the ladder and I yelled down to her “HAPPY NEW YEAR MOM!!” and she yelled up at me “HAPPY NEW YEAR SWEETHEART!!” Then we heard everyone else yelling Happy New Year and applauding the firemen---they rescued an elderly man out of the house, and no one was hurt.

When I came down off the ladder, a couple of neighbors helped me take it down, I just didn’t have the strength, and how I got it up I don’t know. I looked at Mom and she looked at me all wet and cold and said “What made you come home?” I said “I missed you”
There was nothing to look at and I was freezing, so Mom threw me into a hot shower, and got my flannel p.j.’s, robe and slippers. When I toweled off I went into the Kitchen and Mom had a mug of hot coco for me, she changed too, and the firemen were still mopping up two houses down.

She looked at me and said “We can straighten things out tomorrow, tonight you rest”, the next day, I was still in my robe but I slipped on some shoes and moved my car out of the neighbors driveway, and went in, Mom fixed breakfast and said “It’s a good thing we’re going to your Aunt and Uncle’s house for New Year’s Dinner after all that excitement I don’t see how we could put one on.” I smiled at her and said “yeah but we’ve got a great story to tell.”

Now that was nearly 40 years ago, my nice dress and coat was a total loss, I didn’t realize it had gotten ripped and even some burn holes, my shoes were a total loss as well and I only wore them that one night----***sigh*** Well when the relatives heard what had happened, without my knowing they gave Mom some money to replace what I lost, when you compare the cost of today’s stuff from 40 years ago the amount doesn’t seem like much, but back then a dollar was worth a dollar and I had bought my stuff from the Grey Shoppe, an expensive store back then (long gone) since they were having a new years sale, we went back and I was able to replace my stuff at a bargain price and get a new coat for Mom.

That was a long time ago but as a New Years celebration it stands out in my mind.

Now thinking about things currently I find that things are just too scary, and too much of Wall Street, Banks, the Government is interfering with our lives and all we want to do is live simply. And the Big scary part is that 2008 went by really fast---I mean real fast. I’d like 2009 to slow down a bit and be a bit easier and not so complicated.

I think that will be my New Years Resolution, uncomplicate my life, and it will start with the credit cards.

Maybe that should be everyone’s New Years Resolution, Simplify and Uncomplicate things, cash and carry, save and save.

Now that would be fine, I just have to light a fire under Hunka’s butt and get him in gear.

Anyway, Happy New Years everyone, and I’ll see what I can complain about for 2009.

Mean Kitty signing off, and making a “Honey-Do List”

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

2008-12-26T12:53:00.001-08:00

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

2008-11-23T10:25:00.000-08:00

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!

2008-11-09T20:09:00.000-08:00

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

2008-07-27T16:06:00.000-07:00

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

2008-07-23T09:25:00.000-07:00

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!!!!!

2008-07-04T15:31:00.000-07:00

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

2008-06-20T09:59:00.000-07:00

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~~~~

2008-06-20T09:53:00.000-07:00

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!!!

2008-06-20T09:44:00.000-07:00

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!!!!

2008-06-20T09:10:00.000-07:00

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."

~~~~~~~

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

2008-06-15T11:48:00.000-07:00

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 !!!

2008-05-10T23:16:00.001-07:00

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~~~~

2008-05-08T18:23:00.000-07:00

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??

2008-04-30T10:02:00.000-07:00

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

2008-04-19T11:41:00.000-07:00

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

2008-04-19T11:34:00.000-07:00

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~~~

2008-04-05T10:48:00.000-07:00

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

2008-03-30T10:39:00.000-07:00

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

2008-03-16T18:54:00.000-07:00

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!

2008-03-16T18:43:00.000-07:00

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!

2008-03-16T18:40:00.000-07:00

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

2008-03-16T18:38:00.000-07:00

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!!!

2008-03-16T18:36:00.000-07:00

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!!!

2008-03-07T22:38:00.000-08:00

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~~~~

2008-02-13T23:12:00.000-08:00

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~~~

2008-02-11T22:56:00.000-08:00

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~~~

2008-02-11T22:32:00.000-08:00

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

2008-02-10T11:16:00.000-08:00

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.

I can't belive it's finally OVER!!!!

2008-02-06T09:59:00.000-08:00

Thank the Powers that Be ABOVE!!!

This Farce called a Presidental Primary election is Finally OVER!!!

As far as I was concerned it was worse than watching a man with an extremely hairy back wearing a tank top t-shirt, and trust me there have been some that could give Bigfoot a run for it's money.

My phone has finally stopped ringing with unwanted phone calls, my mail was normal this morning, and the ads are no longer political ads.

It' s like a breath of fresh air!

Of course the propositions that I wanted to lose won but some of the others lost thank goodness.

But no one voted for me Mean Kitty---I guess I'm going to have to talk to my campaign manager---oh wait!!---I don't have one!!

Now in the very near future we are going to have to deal with the Presidental election.

I'm going to load up on DVD's and take my phone off the hook. If anyone wants to get in touch with me they can send up smoke signals.

O.K. folks---I do have to admit---I'm all for a President that wants to protect our borders and our solvernty, and our security. So that is what I'm really going to look at---Remember that Folks before the next 3,000 innocent american civilians have to die.

Mean Kitty finally relaxing for the next couple of weeks.

I made an Oooppsss~~~~

2008-01-31T19:03:00.000-08:00

O.K. Folks,

Blame it on the meds, I mean after all I am getting over a cold---But I made a mistake in my last blog---

Ohhh whoaaa the Mean Kitty admits to a mistake???!!! ---well---yeah.

O.K. I said that the oil wells in Los Angels was pumping out 14,000 barrells of oil a day, that part is correct----but I said times that by 30 days and that would be 42,000,000 or 42 million barrels a month---sorry one to many zeros----only 420,000 barrells a month.

But the rest of it is correct!!! We really need to look at our own hidden reserves and on top of that what about re-cycled oil---I mean you have to change the oil in your car every 3,000 miles approxamately if you want your engine to be running right---Right?

O.K. what do you do with all that used oil? Well Folks if you are an old timer-and remember the crazy intersection where High Street goes under the Freeway near the Home Depot, there use to be an oil recycling plant called Fabrini Oil. They would buy used oil and remanufacture it for ---are you ready for this??---Air plane engines!!

Everything can be recycled!! Even the old oil filters can have the oil squeezed out them and used again.

Look during World War II people recycled everything, cooking grease, toothpaste tubes, your porkchop and chicken bones, old rags---I am old enough to still remember an elderly man that had a Horse! Yep a horse and wagon and he would go up and down the blocks calling out "Rags, Any Rags today!"

Of course that meant it was the Rag and Bone Man, he'd come by and buy your old rags, bottles, newspapers, bones, cooking grease and it would all be recycled!! He'd walk and call out and that horse would follow him. Of course the kids would give apples and carrots slices to the horse, it was a very big, gentle creature. And the house wives would get some cash from the old man and add it to their "rainy day" fund.

So we have recycling programs, o.k. we have the recycling bins, and we can take our cans and glass and plastic bottles and get some cash. If your clothes are in really good shape there are consignment shops that will sell them for you. Or have a Yard/Garage sale, see who will buy your stuff.

But what about all the stuff you are not sure of, well you can donate it to charity, but not all charities will take everything. But with proper documentation you can get a tax right off. But that only works if you have enough deductions to do a 1040 long form and a lot of people don't. But don't throw it away.

There's still Craig's list and e-bay. But it still would be nice to have a "Rag and Bone Man" to at least buy your old computer parts for a few bucks.

If there is anyone out there that's reading this blog, look into whatelse can be recycled, and how can people make a few pennies from it. Remember if you save 10 pennies that equals 1 dime.

O.K. I'm going even further about this Oil thing.

I read an article that sent a bit of a scare down my back and I have every reason to belive it's true.

Everyone is worried about the Iranian government enriching uranium, and making a nuclear bomb even tho the Iranians claim it's for peaceful use. Since Iran is an oil rich country they don't need a nuclear reactor for energy, they have plenty of oil. But they do need it for bombs.

Not all Uranium is usable for bomb making, in fact only a tiny amount is really usable. Not all Atoms are usuable for nuclear energy only plutonium and a certain kind of uranium call U-235 are fissile materials. The U.S. and other major powers prefer Plutonium because it's more potent than U-235 but it's harder to handle and it doesn't exist naturally. so to make it it requires reactors, and these are big buildings that are easy to see even being built from spy satelites.

So for a country like Iran using Uranium ore to make fissile material is preferred because it can be built smaller and in secret and underground.

Part of the problem is that U-235 is within Uranium ore which also contains U-238. U-235 can go boom, U-238 can't go boom. but you've got to get U-235 out of U-238.

The concept of making this stuff is simple using a centrifuge process and injecting gas and Don't ask me the exact process I'm not a physisis or whatever.

But because everyone knows that Iran would use their bomb to blow Israel to hell and back, they have to build their labs to make U-235 underground---70 feet underground.

But Iran has a problem, it takes a huge team of workers all speicalists to do this, and Iran doesn't have the people to do this process.

So here is where it gets scary Folks, what if Iran makes a deal with China or North Korea, oil for scientists. What if that is happening right now, What if Iran says to either one or the other, "Hey you give me scientists and I'll blow Israel up and hold everyone else hostage and jack the Oil prices up, Bring the United States into a resession depression as well as the other countries and break their backs, I can even wipe out Saudi Arabia's wells as well, so everyone will have to look at Iran 100, 200, 300 dollars a barrel---- but you I make a sweetheart deal you won't have to pay hardly anything and you be the Big Economic Dog and call the shots."

And those idiots who run Mexico and Venzualla that have oil, they'll be on Iran's bandwagon in a heartbeat.

We know North Korea has the ablity---because they have bombs, And China---I shudder to think.

I guess the guys that were on the Manhatten Project didn't envision this kind of threat, although Oppenheimer knew that a horrible Genie has been unleashed and couldn't be put back into the bottle.

We've got more than our economy to worry about Folks----what all these politicians are talking about is nothing compared to what we are really facing. Have any of them addressed those issues? NO!

So when you go to the voting booth choose wisely---Like I said, we need someone to take not only the economy seriously but also our security as well and it goes far beyond just our borders.

Mean Kitty signing off and getting out her pen to vote by mail.

Colds, sneezes, Tigers, Perata, and Politics---AACHOO!!

2008-01-29T11:45:00.000-08:00

Cough! Cough! Grumble, wheeze, sneeze.

Aarrgh this mean kitty is down with a cold, I mean a nasty cold, I've been in bed for the last three days drinking soup, water, hot tea, cold meds and blowing my nose and coughing.

Mean Kitty does not like to get sick, it makes her meaner but just to tired to do anything about it except wave a pitiful paw.

O.K I've been busy BUT I do have an up date on the Tiger thing, a week ago in the S.F. Chronicle Materia and Ross said that it looks like the S.F. Cops may have enough evidence to charge the two idiots that got their buddy killed with -----are you ready for this?----Manslaughter!!

Hell I've been saying that all along, it seems that their actions can be construed as "criminal intent" in that they created a situation or arrigvated a situation that resulted in a "by-stander" (their buddy) being killed. The zoo is not really out of the woods, but except for the fact that the Tiger Grotto was not deep enough or tall enough to really prevent a determined animal from getting out, and now folks focus on the word "determined"---it appears that it was really the actions of the two brothers that brought about the deminse of their buddy.

It's like a felony hit and run auto accident---you cannot sue the automaker for your own stupidity, espeically if it's your stupidity that created the situation. So these boys are in trouble, BIG trouble. I want to BE on that Jury!!! Send the bozos to jail for life!!!

And when are they going to put up a monument to the Tiger Titianna? If you read the latest S.F. magazine there is a picture of this 350 pound majestic creature in all her full pounce glory.

Now Mr. Pig stupid ass Don Perata----there are a number of letters to the editor asking why is the California Tax Payers paying for even 1/2 rental of this Senators mid-life crisis machine. Guess what he's driving now folks---a Crown Vic----saying that if it looks like an undercover police car he won't get carjacked----DUH!!!---Why didn't you think about that before Mr. Stupid and I still want to know why where you in an area that is a high crime risk? WHAT WERE YOU DOING DOWN THERE MR. SENATOR---HMMMM????---What little sneaky side trip were you doing???

And now that your face is being plastered on the No on 93 ads, I don't think you are going to be in a good position----Vote the FOOL OUT!!!

And Politics----Bottom line folks, Vote no on everything except Prop 91---that's the only one that makes sense and keeps the money where it is suppose to be.

On the indian gaming thing---I've been doing my own research and all the No ads on the 4 indian gaming props is correct----it does not help the non-gaming tribes and it sets a very dangerous presedent----also to get to these casinos the state has to build better roads which the Indian casinos are NOT giving one cent towards----So What is wrong with this Picture??? WE are paying for their gambling and we do not benifit from it!!

And all these ads of all these canidates runing for president----BORING!!! When they come on I put on the "mute button" and we are going to suffer through 9 more months of this??!! Hell a woman expecting a baby has at least a baby shower and a lot of sympathy when her feet swell up----but we as the voters and viewers don't even get that!!

And Folks if you have an answering machine, let it pick up all your phone messages, my phone keeps ringing and ringing and it's just all these people saying "vote this and vote that and vote for so and so" Even my own Union is telling me who to vote for and what to vote for!!!

EXCUSE ME!!!! NOBODY---BUT NOBODY---TELLS ME HOW TO VOTE!!! I made the mistake one evening of picking up the phone because I thought (my mistake) it was a family member and it was a Union volunteer saying that it would be good as a union member to vote a certain way----I said to them---"Take this back to your Leader--No body tells me how to vote, not even a Union that can't even give me a decent pay raise!!" and I hung up.

Now who would be a good president??? I don't know---they're all crooks!! Even Obama, even McCain---Obama is too young, a babe in the woods, he'll get eaten alive---McCain is a poster boy for future heart attacks. And I refused to vote for Monica's boysfriends wife. Romeny I'm not sure about, although he may have a plan for the economy but I'm not sure if he has the U.S. of A.'s security at heart.

Forget Guilani---any bastard that announces that's he's divorcing his wife while she is sick in the hospital is an S.O.B. and I don't care what he did for New York. If he was able to get New York back in shape he would have at least the "class" to wait until his wife was better and do the announcement privately and quietly. BUT HE DIDN"T---so what does that make him??

So Folks all I can say is research, research, see who has all the right answers for what you are concerned about. From what I've found out---the only person who thinks like I do is a little known Senator in the California legistlature that thinks like I do---and He's NOT Running!!!

I want someone who is pro 2nd amendment, pro-US economy, Pro-America first and keeping all jobs here in America, pro-immigation laws, pro-homeland security, pro-woman's right to choose, Pro-equal pay for equal work, pro-protect us in Iraq and Iran, pro-keeping the borders safe from terriorsts, and pro-invesitgating our own fuel reserves here in the U.S of A to force forign oil to lower their prices.

Do you know that in Los Angeles alone there are still oil wells pumping out 14,000 barrels of oil a day out of the ground? now times that by 30 days and that equals 42,000,000 a month --42 million barrels a month!!.

O.K. compared to how much the US uses that may not seem like much, but if we had more refineries working and forget the summer mixture and winter mixure, there is really no difference between them we would have more than enough fuel for our needs. But what about our other wells throughout the rest of the USA, we've got them in Texas, and in other states but they are not operating at full function thanks to so called enviormentalists. Remember when they were screeching about the Alaska Pipe line years ago---that did not hurt the enviorment---and all the migrating animals still have their corridors.

So they want us then to conserve gas and use public transportation??? Well around here in the Bay Area why don't they have the buses go where we need to have them go, 10 years ago a lot of the lines were really serving many neighborhoods, but now they are not.

One lady bought her house 44 years ago because the bus stop was less than a block from her house, then a year ago they moved it to more than a mile from her house. That's not doing her any good, Espeically since she is now in her 70's. That bus line was what was keeping her going. Now she's trapped.

We have less bus lines, serving less areas and therefor less people. They do not run 24/7 and then they bought these buses that have caused more accidents to the elderly and are dangerous to ride on (See the East Bay Express "Buses from Hell" week of Jan 21 edition) and they are raising the rates.

Do you know you can ride anywhere in New York, 24 hours a day for only $1.50??? And they are doing fine, their transit system is one of the best----so what are they doing right that the Bay Area is doing wrong?? And it can't be Guilani----The AC transit system also hired on an idiot that has never even operated a transit system (see same article) It's no wonder people prefer to stay in their cars when public transit can not even take you anywhere or where you need to go or want to go.

O.K. this Mean Kitty has got to lie down, and take her cough meds. My Man is waving a cup of tea in front of my nose and saying "time for beddy-by"

But you think about it. You want to save Gas---get on AC transit's Ass and tell them forget raising prices until they provide more and better buses and increase service and lines to run 24/7 and make it attractive to ride the bus and Bart, and make connections to light rail and ferries and trains and go where you want them to go. Heck They can put on smaller shuttle buses on some of the minor routes and run them more frequently, Heck they can run on propane and electrcity, Now that's a savings!

Mean Kitty lying down and coughing and weezing and sneezing and just feeling miserable, signing off for now---Ahhh Heck !Where's the Whisky? I can at least feel mellow while I'm getting better.

THE TRUTH COMES OUT!!!

2008-01-18T11:06:00.000-08:00

Well Folks,

It finally comes out the three idiots who taunted that Tiger were drinking vodka and smoking pot AND they were tormenting the Tiger!

I told you that they had to be doing something stupid, look at all the years that Tiger was in that enclosure and didn't even attempt to get out of there until those three had to do something really stupid.

I've seen how Tigers act, and all they want is their bit of turf and enough food and to be left in peace, but they are members of the "cat" family, now for all you kitty owners have you ever really observed your kitty? They are a tiger in miniture. Torment them and they will go after you, I've even been clawed by a kitty for no apparent reason, (that's why I'm not a cat lover, at least with dogs they will give you some indication, cats don't and they don't come when called, you've got to leave a message on their "answering machine")

But oh no those idiot claimed they did nothing----BULL PUCKY!!!!---THE FAULT IS WITH THEM----THEIR ACTIONS KILLED THE YOUNGER KID.

And speaking of the younger kid, why was he hanging around with those older idiots??? Wasn't he aware of their criminal behavior, or did he think that was Kool and was trying to emulate them, sad to say look where it got him----DEAD. And that is what happens to fools.

And why wasn't his parents trying to warn him away from those idiots, weren't they aware of the trouble that they cause or did they think that was acceptable behavior? I could put part of this blame on the parents too, after all their dead son was 17 not even the legal age to be drinking vodka, and what a STUPID thing to do on Christmas Day!!! WHY wasn't that boy home with his family. CHRISTMAS IS SUPPOSE TO BE WITH FAMILY, not with Bozo criminals and getting illegally drunk and drinking POT!!!

I just had a most bizarre thought----maybe it's God's way of saying "you were not good parents, you have not instilled good values into you son, this is the holy day to honor the son that I have given to all of you to teach you the right way to live, and I allowed for my son to die to purifiy all of you to start right in this world, now your son through his poor choices and your lack of parental guidance is dead and I had to sacrifice one of my beautiful creatures to teach you that."

Maybe that should be a wake up call to all parents----there should be a shrine to that Tiger. Hey St. Titianna Tiger, corrector/punisher of those who have fallen away from the right path.

In ancient Egypt there was a Goddess called Sekmet. Now she was a lion Goddess of war and punishment, there was a lot more to her, but the head god, Amon-Ra or somebody decided that man kind was a very sinful lot and should be destroyed, so he sent Sekmet and she did a real good job, but the survivors pleaded with the Gods to save them and they would be good. But the Head God had a problem, nothing could stop Sekmet for the blood lust was upon her, so what he did is have red wine mixed with the blood that she was drinking and that put her to sleep, and when she awake (most likely with a hangover) the head god said they have been punished enough so stop and she did.

Seems to me that the Tiger did the same thing, since there was a WITNESS to the idiots tormenting the Lions just before they got to the Tiger's enclosure.

PURE JUSTICE!!!!

O.K. no one wants their kid to die, even I get sick when I hear of idiot nut cases throwing babies onto the freeways or into rivers to kill them----and they were all men too from the last few cases.

But these were grown, supposidly responsible adults----Yeah, right! When Pigs fly!!!

So stop and think Folks, there is a lesson here----For every action there is an equal but opposite reaction----for every decison that one does there will be a reaction, for either good or bad, you you've got to use that grey matter that's between your ears---I think it's called A BRAIN!!!!

This situation only proves that stupid is that stuipd does, they did something so profoundly stupid that one of them died.

It's only common sense, you don't tease a dangerous animal no matter what the situation or location is, otherwise you will bring disaster upon your own self.

The Bible says it "He that troubles his own house, shall inherit the wind and reap the wild wind"

Well they were trouble and the wild wind they got was the Tiger and Death.

Oh and Mr. Stupid Senator Don Perata----hey guess what Perata, why is the FBI investigating you for being involved with illegal gaming clubs??? Hmmmmm Vote No on 92 I say why should we keep this Pig in office. There is a measure that is already in place that will kick Perata and other fellow pigs out of office, 92 will suspend it and extend the stay of the Pigs.

As a matter of fact Folks, Except for Proposition 91 Vote NO on all the Propositions including Measures A and B in Alameda County.

91 will keep the gas tax to be used on transportation and rebuilding the hyway infastructure that's falling apart and not used to feed the pigs at the trough. Everything else is all lies, Measures A and B will take away homes from people by eminite domain, it really will not help Chilren's Hospital, they need help from the inside. And it's a Private hospital not a public one.

Well I got an e-mail from La Diva Loca Fabulous, she and her friend have arrived on the first leg of their trip just fine, I'm a bit jealous, but my job just would not permit me to travel right now.

I'm glad I'm not baby sitting her dog, now don't get me wrong, Princess is a cute ball of fluff and for a small yappy dog is very friendly, but it's so small my Dog Beaucephus would think it was a furry rat, and that would spell disaster, and speaking of Rats, one of my co-workers kids has a hairless rat for a pet---Yep a Hairless Rat, it's like one of those hairless dogs or cats, it's got wrinkled skin that you would not belive. Seems some one has developed this breed and it's slowly becoming an in-pet for some people.

And speaking further of Rats---did you hear how they developed a rat heart from some cells, they just grew it, this rat heart has never been in a rat body!!! They are saying with more research and development could growing a human heart be far behind?? Think of all the lives that could be saved because no one would have to wait for a suitable donor. Frankly I think this is about 30 years down the road---but as they say "The possiblities are endless" growing new kidneys, livers, lungs, skin, nerves.

And this is all occuring just before the Chinese Year of the Rat begins---too coincidental.

Oh and Folks, before I forget, be sure to wear gloves and wash your hands frequently, seems a new skin disease is becoming a bit rampant.

It's called Mongollon disearse, it feels like ants crawling under your skin and then these filliament fibers break out of our skin, (IT'S ALIVE!!!) and it's miserable, because it's all over the body, people can's sleep, eat or work because it's awful.

No one knows how it's transmitted or how one gets it, but the government is asking Kaiser to look into it and find out how it works and is there a cure. It's shown up in San Francisco, Los Angeles, and other coastal cities in the States.

As a matter of fact Folks, you should wash your hands and wear gloves anyway because of all the diseases out there, just to be on the safe side. As a matter of fact gloves should be part of your wearing apparle anyway.

(and if I've mis-spelled anything well I'm writing this blog on the fly as they say)

Well this Mean Kitty is going to get her gloves and run errans and see if there is anything more I can rant about, here comes the Noisy Garbage men, picking up the trash cans, but I guess that is one thing that cannot be done quietly.

Mean Kitty signing off for now, and on the Prowl---Growl.

I'm Back! Did ya Miss me? Anything to rant about?

2008-01-12T09:23:00.000-08:00

Well Folks I'm back,

All the Christmas decorations that are inside the house are down, the outside one's we have to wait a bit for a few days to dry off.

I told my man that they had better get stored away soon, because I'm not putting cupid wings and a bow and arrow on Santa Claus, although last year I nearly put Easter Bunny ears on him.

I love my man but he procrastanates (sp) too much, the year before last he had the Holloween display up for so long that I was afraid it was going to be the "Nightmare before Christmas" theme.

This year at least he took down the Halloween stuff but couldn't find a large enough plastic box for our "Jason" figure. The thing moves it's arms and eyes and everything it is so freaky, we had it set up so that it looked like a non-moving statue and parents with young teens or pre-teens would ask to take pictures with their kids and we say "o.k." and then just after the picture is taken, my Man would push with his foot a hidden button and the figure would suddenly move like a wax dummy come to life.

Hee, hee scared the livin' daylights out of them, hee, hee we are so mean. ***giggle****

Anyway we put the Jason statue up on the porch to make sure it's out of the weather, and then my Man put's one of those Santa Hats on it (rolling of my eyes here) -----Do you know we were not bothered by any Jehova Witnesses or door to door solisters, I think ol' 'Jason' may have had something to do with it.

There is a couple of parents whose little kids love to come down our block when we have the Halloween and Christmas stuff out, but one little 2 year old calls our house "Freaky House" because we do wiered things. Well that's one way to get a reputation.

Our New Years was very quiet, nothing to complain about, we had a couple of neighbors having New Years parties, my Man thought they would be very noisy, but I said that I was sure that after Midnight it would quiet down fairly quick and I was right, by 1 p.m. they had all gone home or were leaving to go home and they were quiet about it.

As a matter of fact it was a quiet New Years, just a modest (love that word) amount of noise to welcome the New Years but no fireworks (except where plannned) and not much excess noise, I wonder if the real cold weather had anything to do with it?

New Years Day was something else, my Man and I thought we'd go to Costco, but they were closed, however Wal-Mart was open, so we went in to see what cheap bargins we could find, well it did pay off I had to do some grocery shopping and get new bed sheets, but what blew me away was the traffic on the freeway, it was like it was back in the 1960's----totally manageable!!! I didn't even freak out like I ususally do with all the idiots driving.

I turned to my Man and said "Honey, look at how light the traffic is." And he agreed, so I began thinking---Gee, if that amount of people used public transportation or did tele-communting from home look at how much the pressure eases up on the freeway.

Now I gotta confess my Man and I do use our Van, but it's mostly to haul a lot of stuff or going to places where public transportation is impossible to use and down right inconvient.

But if we were going to the City (San Francisco aka the peoples republic of idiot librials) or Bezerkly (aka the peoples republic of Bezerkly nut jobs) we'd use bus or BART and Muni, in those areas it makes sense.

But think Folks, What If----the powers that be that don't have one single brain between them designed public transportation to be totally convienent to go to all those places you want to go to at a frequency (like every 10 minutes between buses or trains running 24/7) that made such a commute easy comfortable and convienent? What if all the major and minor businesses offered day care to working parents right in their buildings, so that they would not have to use their car to run from work to the day care.

And what if the Government State and Federal gave tax incentives to these businesses to encourage them to offer this convience of Day Care.

What if Schools both Grammer, Middle and High School operated from 8 in the Morning to 6 at night, with classes in music, dance, drama, business, etiqutte (sp), heath education, self improvement and such so that kids would be better prepared, what if schools did not advance kids who failed but made them repeart the class until they graduated, and if they continued to fail even when they became 18 have them go to a 6 month military boot camp.

With that then parents didn't have to worry about getting to school on time because they could use public transportation to get to them.

EVEN MORE IMPORTANT---WHAT IF PARENTS MADE THEIR KIDS USE PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION AND NOT BUY THEM THEIR OWN CARS!!!!

Think of all the idiot drivers that you could take off the road!!

And what if Schools were closed Campuses, where there was only one major entrance (that was monitored) and the kids had to either bring their lunches or eat in the cafeteria and to accomidate the kids it would be two staggered lunch hours. Seniors do not have campus leaving privilges---all of them HAVE TO STAY ON CAMPUS.

Think of all the pressure that is taken off of the roads and sidewalks, because those kids (who also don't have half a brain between all of them) would be continously monitored for their gangsta behavior.

I have a reason behind it----they act like animals anyway.

And speaking of animals, when is someone going to put up a memorial for Tiatiana the Tiger of the San Francisco Zoo?

And speaking further of animals---I hope they throw the book at the hoodlum who rob the gas station and shooting bullets that paralized that kid. Remember Folks, it was the idiot who was doing the shooting, and He didn't care who or what he killed.

So all that Gun Control will not take guns out of the hands of criminals.

And Senator Don Perata----That 2006 Red Dodge Charger with the 22 inch rims that got Carjacked (later recovered) was that a govement issued car?? or a middle age menopausle insecure male machine? As a matter of Fact what is a State Senator driving around in a 2006 Red Dodge Charger with 22 inch rims on my TAX DOLLARS???!!!

After that I am all for TERM LIMITS---kick these suckers out!!!!

Hey Folks Vote Me IN---just write "Mean Kitty" on the write in part of your ballot. I'd Show you how this Country should be run!! I'd tell the Supreme Court that Women have the right to choose so keep their legal opinions off their ovaries.

That no city or business has the right to take away anyone's home. That everyone has the right to protect themselves and their home from forceable entry (unless it's the police or fire dept.)
And protect the 2nd amendment rights----

and Keep the death penality but DNA evidence must be seriously looked into in cases of murder. (after all we do want to excute the right person) and also if we elimante lethal injection as the means of excution then execute them the way they killed their victims----NOW THAT'S JUSTICE!!!!!!!

Gee I've got to calm down a bit----my friend known as the "fabulous diva" is coming by to pick me up for a late lunch and we are going out for pedicures---why not-- my Man and his son Junior are going out to a movie and a late lunch after that and swap lies as fathers and sons will do.

I like "Fabulous Diva"-- why this monied lady likes me I wasn't so such until, well I had a chance to read her blog (which I told her to do) and well I've got to blush.

She, for all her 'airs' is a good, nice lady and smart, real smart, we look at each other and I see two sides of the same coin. We've been having fun putting together what a Diva should be but she has just taken off with the idea, so we are going to kick around a few more ideas.

Look Folks if you want to know what it's like to be or become a real classy lady read her blog
it's http//:ladivalocafabulous.blogspot.com/

I think you might enjoy it----espeically if you are Soap Opera lovers as well. But she's real, little furry dog, Juanita and all. And I WISH I HAD HER CAR!!!

So I gotta get dressed, and then see what I can get revved up about to Rant on for the New Year.

Do any of your want to hear about my rants on the Presidential primaries??? If they keep it up I'll be too bored for the election.

This Mean Kitty signing off going to get her claws sharpened.

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

2007-12-30T12:39:00.000-08:00

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

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

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

That was temptation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mean Kitty signing off sneering at idiot Senators.

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

2007-12-30T12:30:00.000-08:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But then we are dealing with CRIMINAL IDIOTS!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Paris Hilton and Grandpa

2007-12-30T12:27:00.000-08:00

I APPLAUDE WHAT PARIS HILTONS GRANDPA IS DOING!!!

Yeah Grandpa!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

This Mean Kitty signing off purring

One last Christmas Rant

2007-12-30T12:24:00.000-08:00

Well Folks,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mean Kitty signing off with her claws out.

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

2007-12-26T23:37:00.000-08:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

An Update and a Xmas Rant~~~

2007-12-22T14:07:00.000-08:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Merry Xmas!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2007-12-09T18:38:00.000-08:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It Ain't Racial Profiling!!!

2007-12-02T19:54:00.000-08:00

It’s Mean Kitty and I’m Hissy Mad.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

WHY DID THE CHICKENS CROSS THE ROAD?

2007-08-23T22:25:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Killer Junk from China

2007-08-17T21:58:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brittany and Bonds

2007-08-08T23:04:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

This Mean Kitty walks away in disgust.

DON'T PEOPLE KNOW HOW TO DRIVE!!!

2007-08-03T16:22:00.000-07:00

That is my BIG question----

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mean Kitty Pissed as HELL!!!

Paris Hilton and Jail

2007-05-19T19:06:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

People like her make me puke!!!

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

Oh pooh she can't have her hair extentions.

Oh pooh she can't have her nails done.

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

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

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

Mean Kitty signing off with her claws out!

Veto the bill!!

2007-04-01T09:31:00.000-07:00

O.K. Folks,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Growl!!! mean kitty signing off.

HOW TO BE A DIVA Chapter two

2007-03-24T16:40:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

O.K.

CHAPTER 2 On "How to Be a Diva"

EDUCATION

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

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

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

A Diva knows that is not so.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2007-03-24T09:23:00.000-07:00

O.K. Folks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mean Kitty very contented (purrrrr) signing off

YeeeeHaaa I SURVIVED ANOTHER BIRTHDAY!!

2007-03-16T10:11:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2007-03-03T23:55:00.000-08:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"GhostRider" Rocks!!!!!

2007-02-25T16:23:00.000-08:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mean Kitty still laughing signing off.

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

2007-02-24T10:38:00.000-08:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I just wish I had the $150,000.00

Mean kitty signing off