Paid Protesters?

So, some people out there think those protesting around the country are paid. Paid protesters. It's a giant conspiracy involving millions of people and heaven knows how much money.

Give me a motherfucking break, people!!

These people are saying they don't agree with you, so they must be getting paid to say that? Because what you think/believe is so right everyone thinks that way? Because there is NO WAY you might be wrong? Because only people who think like you would actually get out there to let others know what you think?

You are a bunch of idiots. If you think those people are protesting for a paycheck, you are a total jerk-faced idiot.

If people are getting paid, tell me where to sign up. Please. I could use the money. And, making that money while standing up for something I really believe in....it's a win-win.

Alternative Facts?!?!

So, we now have a new way of describing a lie. Alternative facts. Anybody out there who thinks the idea of "alternative facts," as put forth by Spicer and Conway, makes sense is either crazy or an idiot. Or, as some people seem to have become good at doing, they are simply ignoring what they really don't want to hear, and hearing their own "alternative facts."

Trump's big issue to start off his presidency seemed to be the number of people who came to his inauguration. He didn't like the idea that he wasn't quite as popular as President Obama. He argued that his numbers were much bigger when speaking to CIA agents, while standing in front of their memorial wall. Come on!!!

And then Spicer comes out in his first press conference on Saturday and berates the media, and says Trump's inauguration was the most watched ever.

On Sunday, Conway (who I was tired of seeing months ago and now I have four full years of her???) told Chuck Todd on "Meet the Press" that what Spicer offered were not falsehoods, but instead were "alternative facts."

Then, on Monday, Spicer had his first FULL press briefing (over an hour, mind you....no, I did not watch...) in which he double-downed on the inauguration numbers saying "it was the largest watched inauguration ever," when all ways to track those numbers show that to be completely untrue. UNTRUE. A LIE. Imagine that!!!

With everything going on (and everything he claims is going on), Trump is first and foremost worried about his numbers and how they make him look?!?! Really?!?!? This is the man who is supposed to be running our country?!?!?  **sigh**

OK, that's not really the worst of stuff from Trump and his people this week, but this is my first chance to blog, and this one is long enough. I can only do so much at once. So, will discuss more later. I'm sure there will be more and more stuff to blog about. Trust me.

We said goodbye today to a man who will go down in history as one of our greatest presidents. I am sad, and a bit scared.

As I write this, it has been less than two hours since Donald Trump took the oath of office, and already pages dealing with civil rights, climate change, the LGBT community, and healthcare have been removed from the White House website.

This does not bode well.

Rambling On....

I’ve been watching politics, like everyone else, for over a year now, and I’ve been upset and disappointed, like most everyone else, in the way things have turned out. In less than a week, the new POTUS will be sworn in; a man with very little (if any) integrity, no filter, the temperament of a five-year-old, and not a diplomatic bone in his body. He is a multi-billionaire who (somehow) convinced a lot of lower and middle-class working folks that he was one of them and cared about them and would fight to make their lives better.   **sigh**

Well, I’ve been posting a lot on my Facebook page over the past several months, and I know it has been filled with a lot of stuff that some find negative. Including me. I was looking over it not long ago, and decided I’ve been sharing too much all at once, and maybe I should find a way to share stuff without filling up my page with it all. I do share a lot of positive stuff, especially stuff about animal rescue and such, but it sometimes gets lost.

Time to start blogging again. Yeah, I will be sharing a lot of opinions here about our incoming POTUS, but I’ll share some good stuff as well. Of course, I will. Life isn’t horrible just because an orange-tinted Creature for the Black Lagoon is getting ready to take the Oath of Office. It has some rough patches coming, but it’s not all horrible. 

TWO YEARS GONE....

It's been over two years since I have posted to this blog. I have tried several times to get it going again, but couldn't seem to get logged in. And don't get me started on tech support. Sheesh.

Well, finally, I got it figured out, and here I am....back in the blogging world.

Now I just have to figure out what to write about.    :-)

Cheez Burger

Funnies from the pages of I Can Has Cheezburger.

I love me some LOLCats.

A Bittersweet Birthday

So, my inside kitties are 14 years old today. Well, we say today. We found them under our back porch steps, and when their mother disappeared a couple days later, we brought them inside. That was on September 19th, 1999. We think they were only about 2 weeks or so old, so we just decided to use September 1st as their birthday.

Out of a litter of six kittens, we ended up keeping four, two boys and two girls. Sadly, we had to say goodbye to Major, one of the brothers, on this past February 1st. He got sick very quickly, going into full-blown renal failure in less than a week. When giving him sub-q fluids didn't  bring about any improvement, and he completely stopped eating, we knew the time had come to say goodbye.

I've never had a pet as long as we've had these guys, and I've never had to make the decision to let one go. It’s the hardest thing I've ever had to do, and seven months later, my husband and I both still miss Major like crazy. We love his brother Blondie and sisters Eddie and Face, but there was something extra special about Major. He was a big fat lovable monster. Even Blondie still misses him as his sisters aren't really interested in taking Major’s place as his wrestling partner.

Happy Birthday to my little gang: Eddie, Face, Blondie and the late great Major.

Major aka Stumpy aka Retardo Montalban

Returning Soon

I have been down (blog-wise) for various reasons for over a year now and am working on getting this thing going again. I plan on posting regularly beginning in September. So, come back and check out the blog on September 1st.

Trying to Get Healthy

OK, so here we are, a bit over a month since the hubby's "mild" heart attack, and I've lost six pounds. Yeah, I know. That's a good thing, pat-on-the-back and all that, but what I can't figure out is why I've only lost six pounds. I mean, seriously? Six pounds? Come on. I've eaten more celery in the past month than in all my....well...several years on earth previously. And I've been lots more active, what with the garden going full-tilt (working like crazy with those blasted tomato plants so they wouldn't die....and they haven't), and my pet sitting business picking up a bit (doing a lot of dog walking lately, and those darn dogs just don't believe in getting their business done none too quickly either).

I do admit to a small treat here and there. Like tonight for instance. Tonight I'm going to make one of my special milk shakes: some chocolate ice cream (not a lot, it's a small drink), a bit of milk, and some chocolate-espresso wine. I guess I could give up my milk shakes completely for a while; speed up the weight loss process a bit.

Ya' know, six pounds in a month really isn't too bad at all. **pat on the back**

Things I (Probably) Wouldn't Be Saying If I Had Kids Instead of Cats

Being a cat mom instead of a regular/"normal" mom, I have found myself saying things to my cats that I'm sure I'd never have to say to a young'un. Or would I?

- "Stop sniffing your sister's/brother's butt."

- "Stop biting your sister/brother on the neck. I don't think she/he likes it."

- "Hold still so I can pull this hair out of your butthole."

- "Why in the world would you want to eat a plastic bag in the first place?"

- "You can sit on my chest, but please turn around so I don't have to stare at your butthole."

- "No, you can't sit on my lap while I'm using the bathroom."

- "If you would chew your food, you probably wouldn't puke most of it back up on the living room carpet."

- "Stop beating on the door. You are not sleeping with us tonight."

- "Must you sit there and stare at me for hours at a time? Really?"

- "Stop eating my hair."

Oh, the life of a cat mom.