Time to Check In~~~

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~~~

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

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!!!

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~~~

Hey Folks I’m back,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

Adopting a dog

Arrrgh Folks,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We are So Screwed!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mean Kitty signing off---snarling.

Yard Sales and Dogs

Well Howdy-Do Folks,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now that is Recycling!!

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

Mean Kitty signing off relaxing.

A Joke For Y'all

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chuck grew up and now works for the government.


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

HAPPY 4TH OF JULY EVERYONE!!!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now is that too much to ask for??

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

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

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

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

Summer Solstice

Well Folks do you know what day is today?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And that's what makes it Summer.

Mean Kitty lazing in the shade signing off.

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

Well go to it Kids.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And take two scum bags off the streets.

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

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

Manson Family Killer!!!

This is another I can’t believe it!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The inhumanity of some people!!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The others were afraid the nut case had a weapon.

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

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


Killer dad said he had to 'get the demons'

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

She was in Southern California when her son was killed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's Father's Day 2008

Hey there Folks,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mean Kitty relaxing signing off.

Well Dang It All !!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well” Says I.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So now the ex is laying low.

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

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

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

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

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

Just a worrisome thought~~~~

Well Folks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I know prayers work.

I thank you in advance.

Ya Like the Picture??

Hi Folks,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh well can't do everything.

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

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

Elevators, and sunshine and birdies

O.K. Folks,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mean Kitty signing off doing grocery shopping.

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

Well Folks,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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