EXCUSE-ME------------!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU JERK

I am getting really disgusted and angry, with all those foreign men taking the wrong idea about our entitled American women. we are equal in rights to the male population. Economically, socially, culturally and in education.
We are not chattel. We belong to no one, but ourselves. And Buster--we have the right to say,"NO". You jerks out there. No is a complete sentence. What part of No, do you not understand?
And those overgrown male brats, that find it a major offence that a 'girl' can have the choice to say no. A 'girl', telling me no. Stupid idiots. What kind of culture are we making here? Anyway?
I'm with Jane Velez-Mitchell about the War Against Women.
To men, women have always been seen as 'prey'. Maybe that attitude can only be cured by a lobotomy.
At the same time, girls are taking their civil rights way the wrong way. Becoming rough girls. I'm sorry babe, wrong tack. The female gender has always been the civilized half. If the females lose or reject that, then society is on a slippery slope.
Young women don't become thugs or gang banger. Don't fall into concubinage, and slave to some violent state.
The reason I got up on this soapbox, is the story of that French so-and-so, who raped the chamber maid. Sorry, you yo-yo. We don't condone that here. And that young lady was not included with the room service. Soooooooooooo, glad you were, nailed before departure. And guy, In this case, diplomatic, won't apply. HAH!!!.
I hope our enforcement law system can make it stick.
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GOTCHA-SUCKER

Great Work Special Teams. You nailed this target. Your courage and dedication is greatly appreciated.
You know, it's almost anti-climatic, to find the action has taken place.
And yet, there are 'flat-earther' types who don't want to believe. Those in charge of our national security, are debating on the pics, because it could cause more problems. Also, some our dead have been disrespected, and maybe we want to show that we are not barbarians.
As for me, I'm sick to death of hearing about 'old Binny'. now he's gone. good riddence. Ok, next target----------
Thank you all in charge of our National Security. Really great job.
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LATE FOR EASTER

Hope you had a nice one. it rained here.
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Orig. Art-by: CGZ
copyright: April-2011
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A ' HI' - WAS NICE.

People used to read blogs, and say hello. I miss that. no one does that, or else they all deserted blogs for face book. I guess they think they have a larger audience. Let me tell. a few friends, are safer than being an exhibitionist for the whole world. They don't realize there all sorts of creeps and other dangerous louts out there.

Even though I have tried to protect my blogs. I have still had a masher or two, try to sweet talk someone they think might be stupid, lonely and gullible. I just twisted their nose, and blocked them. No, I didn't email. I made brief blog. Which I then deleted.
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MEMORIES OF A KITTY

A friend of mine emailed me something she found on line. It was about cats. 'The art of Sleeping in a box'. A couple dozen photos of cats sleeping in boxes. Really cute.
Now, I'm not a cat person. But some are OK.
Long ago, I think I was still in college, my kid brother brought home a kitten, from one the litters his cousin's cats had. A female, short-haired all coal black, the only white hair anywhere was a small spot on her chest. Oh gad. Female. Kid, why not a male. 'because, I liked this one, and she came to me.
Being late in the year, we asked if ' Kitty' could stay in the house until warmer weather. Dad said, no, animals live outside.
Mom said, she's tiny and short haired. She'll freeze to death. she hasn't any other cat to cuddle with.
As long as there was warmer weather, Kitty was outside. But, we let her in at night. she got used to it.
Mom was always chary of animals because she picked up ringworm easily.
Kitty seemed to understand, just like our mama dog did. Mom liked them, but no petting. Mom would just talk to them, and they would listen and respect her. Kitty, when she came in would always go to Mom, sit and make a 'Meow'. Mom would say hello back. yes, you are a very pretty cat, but I can't pet you. sorry. OK?
Kitty would meow back, sometimes she would stand up and pat Mom's leg.
Then cat would get down and and go eat or have drink. When Mom was sitting in the chair by the heater, Kitty Puss would look up my brother or me to play with. Brother and I made toys for her to play with.
Kitty left Dad alone, she sensed quite well that daddy disapproved. However, he was definitely
out voted. Now, I can't remember if she had her own bed or not. But, I do remember that she would sleep with my brother. She would also come say hello to me and cuddle.
If Kitty wanted to go out, she would go to the door, and meow to go out. When she was through, she would meow to come in. We didn't train her, she did that by herself.
She slept mostly in mom's chair by the heater. It had plastic upholstery, so mom would wipe it down with some lysol, before sitting in it, next morning.
Kitty had a sweet gentle nature, very amiable, never got into to things or made a mess. She was very clean. She was very much a lap cat. Loved to be petted. she would hop in our lap and begin purring before we began. Sweet, sweet kitty cat.
Kitty wasn't demanding, if we said no, that was it.
After we lost her. I didn't want another cat. But, my brother did bring home another of his cousin's kittens. But cat stayed outside. Dad definitely put his foot down this time. 'Cat-Cat', (a tom this time) lived in the mechanic garage and slept in whatever car my kid brother was building at the time. Cat liked to pretend he was helping work on the car too. Cute.
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I thought I had a picture of kitty in the turqoiuse chair, but this is Kitty in the grey frieze
chair. Mom replaced it with the vinyl chair, since kitty shared it with her.
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ONCE- I HAD A GARDEN---------------

I always wanted a garden. I lucked out in marrying a man who also liked gardening.
so, we have always had some sort of garden , no matter where we lived. I loved flowers, and he grew lots of them for me. He wanted to send me roses. But, the florist roses died too soon. After that, Hb. started growing roses for me. So loving. so considerate. Beautiful roses. All colors. I particularly like broken colors. they are so festive. To have a bouquet at home, one has to grow
two dozen bushes.
Well, when we moved here, we only had room for about a dozen. We occaitionally cut a rose or two for inside. But, I decided to leave them on the bushes, so that I could look out and watch them bloom.
Last year, the garden was really lovely. Hb. made everything so healthy.
But, sadly this this year. No, roses, scruffy garden area. weeds, grass, sorrel, simlax, etc. pine needles three inches thick. Sigh.
Finally, there was an ad in our village paper. a gardener looking for supplimentary work. My dearest Hb. called, and so the garden was cleaned up, at a price, of course. It doesn't seem that he know much about cultivating roses. I just hope the allissum will come back.
One by one, all the things we liked to do, we have to hire someone to do it for us. I hate having to be dependent.
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SUPER MOON

I missed the super moon. It was not just raining, it was STORMING, rain ran in a river down our high slanted roof. So I only got to view it online. Noy quite the same.
So, all I can share with you. is my paon to the year of the RABBIT. In the orient a rabbit lives on the moon. It's a positive sign.
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Moon Rabbit-original art:
copyright-CGZ-2211
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