Wednesday, April 28, 2010

The Kitty Meow Reign of Terror Continues



This little fella was in the JAWS. The JAWS OF TERROR. Kitty had him in his mouth, was walking onto his platform of pain (the back porch) and was getting ready to have himself a bunny breakfast. Fortunately for little bunny, I heard him squeal. I took him out of the cat's mouth and relocated him to a happier, friendlier place in the neighborhood.




He thanked me by showing me his tail side.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

AZ Law SB 1070

Being an Arizonan, I actually feel I have a right to discuss my opinion about SB 1070. This is the law, the duplicate law, that says it is illegal to be in our country without proper written permission from the government. I say it's a duplicate law because we already have one that is FEDERAL. But the Feds have not been enforcing the law. If the cops stop some thieves or drug dealers and determine they're illegal aliens--they notify the Feds. And the Feds ignore it. That's how it's been for years. So what do we do with all these illegal aliens who are here committing crimes? The Feds won't deal with them, so we're stuck with them. Oh, and they don't just commit crimes. They put their kids in our schools, and unfortunately our schools are broke. Probably because they're tasked with educating all these kids who come from illegal families that do not pay taxes to support the school system. Adding to the burden is the illegals who have kids that need special education because they do not speak English. And our state has to provide it.

The illegals use our hospitals, and of course do not pay their hospital bills. That is left up to us, the people who receive our bills before we even check out of the hospital. But when the border hospitals had so many illegals coming in for treatment and not paying, they had to declare bankruptcy. This is nothing new, this has been going on for decades.

The illegals commit identity theft. To the point that our wonderful, beautiful state has been designated as #1 in identity theft. When my son was three months old, I went to open a savings account for him. The bank entered his social security number in their system and noted that someone had been using the number in Phoenix. I did my own investigating, and found that a Mexican man had been using it. So we have Shay's social checked once in a while, to make sure the same man isn't getting credit cards or whatever else with it. I'm sure he will. Shay's credit will be compromised before he's even out of high school.

The illegals drive their vehicles without car insurance. They get into accidents. They do not pay for the damage, nor do they provide any kind of insurance to cover the damage. That makes the insurance rates in Arizona some of the highest in the country. Those of us who have insurance are paying for all the illegals that do not.

The illegals have no respect when it comes to our gorgeous deserts. They hike across the border, throwing dirty diapers, garbage, plastic bags, empty water bottles--you name it--everywhere. The land in the southern part of our state by the border is covered in garbage. These people have no respect for their own country, and they of course have none for ours. Southern Arizona is so pretty. Until you get near the border. Then it's garbage.

The illegals come here to bring drugs for sale. The liberals on t.v. would like you to believe these people are waitresses and maids and whatever. They are not. They are cooking meth and bringing it thru Arizona. When the law enforcement in our area began to really crack down on illegals, it was noticed that the meth labs all but disappeared. This came straight from the man in charge, our Sheriff.

I can say all these things because I LIVE IN ARIZONA! None of these talk show commentators or idiots on the news can have an opinion because THEY DO NOT LIVE HERE! Notice whenever they do an interview or a story about this situation they never never never talk to an Arizonan. Nope. That would be what we call, "Good reporting." Take note, Jon Stewart.

So now that our Governor has signed into law the SB 1070, our cops have the right to detain someone who is illegal. An illegal is someone who cannot prove they have written permission from the government to be here. Written permission would be a driver's license, or a green card. Oh, incidentally, if a person has a Visa or a green card, they are required BY LAW to have it on them at all times. So liberals, just try to argue with me. If you are not from Arizona you do not have a leg to stand on. Shut it!!!

Here's just one photo of the so-called protesters down in Phoenix. They are Hispanics who have been down at our Capital since Friday when the bill was signed into law:



Two friends of mine down in Phoenix say the "protesters" put their babies and kids out in front of them in the street in order to block traffic.
And these "protesters" don't seem to have jobs. They've been sitting around and blocking traffic for six days almost, and they do not seem to have jobs to go to. I suppose they've got the drug dealer in the family who's making that all possible.
They wave Mexican flags, they yell about racism, their kids appear on the evening news bragging that they go to public school and they're illegal.

Oh yes, I cannot forget to address Robert Krentz. He was a southern Arizona rancher who was killed by an illegal who had hiked across the border and onto Krentz's ranch. The guy was known for helping illegals so they wouldn't die of dehydration out there.
People in southern Arizona have been living in a war zone for many years. This murder is nothing new. People down there have been murdered, robbed, vandalized, terrorized, and the Federal Government has done nothing about it. Steve has 100 acres in southern Arizona and the thought of ever building a home and living on it is actually quite frightening. Too bad, because it's beautiful there. But the chance of being murdered by some drug dealer is just too great.

Okay, liberal commentators, let's hear your response to all that.

So I Walk...



I need signatures on my petitions. So I walk.

It's 95 degrees. But I still walk.

Signatures are due in one month, I have no choice but to walk.

And knock.

And talk.

If I don't walk, I get no signatures. I will also get no votes.

But when I walk for 3 hours a day, man it really gets apparent! My body hurts.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

If We Fell...

I fly with Steve in the little plane occasionally. In order to keep the air sickness at bay, he lets me take the controls. While watching the air speed thingy, the altitude thingy, and the horizon, I try to concentrate on keeping the plane as steady as possible. If there's heat on the ground, like there was on Sunday, we have to really gain altitude. The heat pushes up and makes the plane beebop around in the sky. Beebopping doesn't agree with my equilibrium.
The higher we go, the more my mind is able to wander. And have little tiny panic attacks. I begin to realize as we're right around 6500 feet that if something happened we would fall from the sky and be permanent additions to the desert below.
It begins to feel like we are truly a tiny flimsy object that's just waiting to catch the wrong air current and begin its horrible spiral into the ground.

All in all, it feels like this:



You would think it would be comforting to have some other little planes flying along side us. But not when I give my mind the time to rationalize what would happen if we had an emergency. What would our friends do? Well, they'd watch us fall to the ground.



But that didn't happen. We landed at Alamo Lake, had breakfast, then wandered back out to the planes.
I snuck up on a little lizard who thankfully wasn't trying to sell me more car insurance. I already have GEICO, and the coverage sucks....



What is fascinating (to me) about this photo is I didn't use a zoom at all. He sat still while I was able to crouch down right next to him and take a bunch of photos.
I was even able to tell him about how expensive and unfair my car insurance is. Full coverage, my ass.

We flew to a couple other desert locations, checking out old landing strips here and there. See this photo? There's something in it. I snapped it as we were landing on a strip:



Here's a hint. It's on the left side.
Oh okay fine I'll zoom in on what I'm talking about:



Mr. Moo Cow was having lunch when all of a sudden an orange, black, and white object swooped out of the sky and rocked his world. You know he had a great story for all his cow friends.

We made it home in time for an afternoon nap, and a quiet dinner of veggies. All veggies. We had simple needs that night.

Driving. And More Driving.

Last week's schedule was not an easy one. Monday I worked all day. Tuesday was housework. After feeling ooogie on Wednesday (allergies, I guess) I had a long day at the Farmer's Market on Thursday. We were done at 8pm, so I then hopped in my car, drove several hundred miles to Tucson where I had class the next day. 2am arrival, class at 8am. Yippeee!!
Class was great, I found myself running out of paper to take notes because the whole day was packed with tons of information. This is definitely stuff I can't get back here in Havasu.
Instead of staying in Tucson, I opted to drive home that night. 9pm, I pulled in the driveway and unloaded my gear. Steve insisted on talking. I was holding my eyes open with my hands, listening. It's not always easy to get Steve talking so I obliged. But by 10:30pm, I couldn't take it anymore.
I crawled into bed, only to be awake at 6:30 thanks to someone who thinks it's appropriate to send text messages at the crack of dawn. Who are these people? Perhaps they need a text etiquette class, provided by YOURS TRULY.

After a couple of shots of espresso I was on the streets. I rode my bicycle and got signatures from some friendly neighbors up the hill. Campaigning is great when the weather is cooperating!

Open House

Last week Shay's little school had an open house event with the hopes of recruiting 50 new students for next school year.
And when they opened the gates, people were lined up for a block:



Definitely a success. Shay's school is small, conservative, and the staff is personable. Even better, the school insists early on that parents be VERY MUCH involved in their kids' school life. I guess word is getting around...

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Kitty Meow Meow is a Murderer

This past weekend I was home alone, with just KMM to keep me company. And since I had a fantastic headache for a few days, sitting at home was a very nice plan. Nice, that is, until KMM decided to bring in a friend from the back yard:



I kept telling him to pick up the thing and get it outside, and KMM pretended not to understand English. What an a-hole.

I don't mind that he's murdering rats. I do mind when I have to get the tongs out of the kitchen and use them to do dead rat removal. (DRM) But now that it's spring, the baby rabbits are starting to get out and about. Last night I heard a commotion on the back porch, and this is what I found out there with KMM:



So I started up my organization that was originally established two years ago. It's called Baby Rabbit Relocation. (BRR) I took baby rabbit across the street to the empty lot that has plenty of big bushes for him to take shelter under.
But I think one of his siblings wasn't so lucky. I found a tiny white puffy tail and some guts on the back porch this morning. Bad Kitty.