Random Thoughts and pissed as Hell

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

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~~~~~

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~~~

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."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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