Saturday, December 3, 2011

Updated Update...

If you've read my most recent posts,  then you know about the rat issue I have been dealing with the past couple of weeks, and what measures I have taken to rid myself of this problem.
(BTW - Thanks for reading).

Here's an update on the latest update:

In my last post, I mentioned that I had caught the main culprit that had been going to town on my bananas in the middle of the night.  Since I caught the little bugger, I have returned my bananas from of the fridge and back to hanging them on my plastic banana tree, placed upon the counter top... more to the point: "I put my bananas back "in harms way".  All this as an attempt to entice any other rats that may be hiding, to see if I have more than "one" problem.

It's been three days (I think it's been three days, I dunno, I lost track, and although I could simply look at the date of my last post, then do the math, I am too frickin' lazy so I'll just take a stab at it... then if I am wrong... I'll consider editing it but won't, simply saying to myself, "Aww screw it, I'm human", and move on).

Sorry - I have ADD  - where was I??
Oh yeah... it's been three days and so far, my bananas are unharmed!  YAY!!!

The optimist in me wants to believe that I have ridden myself of the "problem" and I can carry on in my rat-free home.  But the kid in me likes the frosted side... oops, my ADD kicked in again....

Part of me REALLY wants to believe I am rat free... for now!  (See previous posts about the house from hell).  But the pessimist in me keeps yanking me back to reality.  The pessimist is forcing me to see the big picture, the horrors of re-occurrence  - not to mention the endless fricking holes in this fricking house that I don't have the means to repair! (Again, see previous posts).

For now, I am confident that I am not going to see any activity, I am fairly confident, based on the lack of evidence, that I have any further "activity" currently running rampant in my house.

However, I am forced to wonder for how long this will last.

I fear, not for my life, but for my bananas!  They can not stay in the fridge - bananas in the refrigerator are NOT normal - What would they neighbors think??
But more importantly than having bananas in the refrigerator - Why in hell are my neighbors in my frickin' fridge?????

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Update...

During the hunt, the hunter has got to be smarter than the hunted.  The hunter should always be in control... control his/her breathing, control his/her army (and/or arsenal) and control his/her surroundings, but most importantly...
The hunter must control the prey's movements through dictation.  - S.  DaCannon

Ok - so I wanted to start off with something corny... I think I was successful!!  Very successful because the more I read that rubbish, the more I laugh.

With that said...
The above statement is as true as it is corny. 

In my last post, I wrote about a rat.  I want this bastard gone!  So, I thought like a hunter.  I used to hunt deer and black bear in the woods every season with my twin sister before I moved to Texas so I know a thing or two about baiting, tracking, when to strike and well... when to stand your ground and when to *run!*

(*Side note:  Black bear are very agile and quiet creatures for being so large and clumsy looking while moving through the woods.  They can be standing within 10 feet of you before you know it... all without you hearing their approach.  It was on that that occasion that we both just stood our ground in a flanking position on the bear, locked and loaded, ready to shoot if needed.  Luckily, the mother's cubs had chosen to run down a side path, otherwise, there is a good possibility that I would not be writing this today, or worse... I would have lost my twin).

So I engaged my hunting brain to trap this rat.  I thought of my sister's "hunter philosophy"...

"I don't hope [the prey comes to my bait pile]... I EXPECT it!"

With that philosophy in mind, I dictated where this little rat should move and what it should eat.  I started by putting it's (apparently) favorite midnight snack in the fridge so it wouldn't eat MY stash... and decided that if, come tomorrow morning, the little bastard opened the refrigerator door and got to those bananas..  

we are fucking moving... right fucking NOW!!  

I don't want to be living with Hercules the Robo-Rodent!! 


I left the previously rejected peanut butter in the mouse trap, but also added a chunk of banana.  I figured that if the bugger has a taste for it I might as well use it to my advantage.

It worked!!  I got my rat! 

I am excited that I got my prey, and I'm betting that if the bananas could talk they'd be overjoyed as well.

 I still hope, err, expect that this is the ONLY one I have to trap. 

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Keep it Singular!!

I have a rat (no, not my ex-husband, the other rat).

The singularization of the word "rat" is on purpose, if for any other reason, to will it as truth.  It would sicken me to think of more than one in my house, but I must also be reasonable... it's starting to turn cold.

I know, I know... In many parts of the USA it's been cold for a while, but for me in my part of the planet I call Texas it starting to get cold... now that November is ending.  (I hate these three weeks of winter - HA!).

Anyway, back to my reality check...
It's starting to turn cold... Rats like to be warm... Holes in the house (see previous two posts)... But I still need to cling to my hope of "singularity" and will it as only ONE rat -

JUST ONE, I SAY!!!!!! 

 I have those white plastic "ortho" brand traps set, the ones that trap the rodent inside and a red level flips up to tell you the mouse is "caught".  My MIL (Mother-in-Law) bought three double packages of them, that was very thoughtful and I am thankful.  I am hoping they work too, even though these are "mouse traps", not rat traps. 

I have Norwegian rats.  They are small, grey and fuzzy, have pointed faces and their poop looks like rabbit food pellets, only kind of browner like, ya know... shit! 

Oh yeah, did I mention... These types of rats are carnivores... which confuses me cuz they are it is not acting like it.  You see, I have these "traps", that my MIL bought, baited with peanut butter, but they it ignores all of the wholesome protein goodness that peanut butter has to offer, and goes straight for potassium overload.
They are It is going after my bananas - the little bastard!

I'm thinking of combining the protein with the potassium, after all, I don't know a single HUMAN that can resist the great combination of peanut butter and bananas... certainly this rat isn't that foolish either!
We will see!

Monday, November 28, 2011

House From Hell (Part Two of a Thousand)

Well the In-Laws are gone and the job is not complete but there is improvement... yes, I used the word "improvement".

The In-Laws left for NM Sunday morning. The flooring in the bedroom is done.  It actually looks really nice.  They went with a stick-on wood-like finish.  The walls and ceiling of bedroom are complete with two coats (5.1 gallons) of Killz and a couple of coats of this beige paint they picked.  The wall that needed replacing is complete as well.

The bathroom is nearly complete.  The flooring is in, the vanity is in, the single section of shower tile is in place, there is not a mirror installed yet, or the medicine cabinet they had bought but it's here, waiting.  We are also waiting for the uncle to come back and do the grout.  This worries me because the dad (uncle's brother) is heading back to NM, so we may never see the uncle again since its nearly impossible to get him to come out here otherwise.  I can grout, I've done it before - and my sister loved the tile work in her kitchen, so the grout is not really the issue.  The issue with the uncle not getting here in a timely fashion and that his tools are scattered throughout my already "filled to the max" garage and I need to put the already purchased kitchen installments in the garage... and as I am typing this this... I am literally surrounded by boxed kitchen cabinets and a 10 foot counter top sticking out, directly behind my desk.  I barely fit in the space provided - my keyboard drawer is unable to be pulled out completely...

So the typos (this time) are not because I am a poor typist... I am simply bunched up in this tiny air-hole section provided for my convenience.  At least they were thinking of me.






Oh yeah, I talked them into a garbage disposal too.  The uncle debated that, I'm sure out of simply not wanting to install one since he took the last one out cuz it didn't work.  K doesn't cook that much so when the old garbage disposal died, she probably told him she didn't need another one but this was long before I came along... and I love to cook.  So when I asked the mom for a garbage disposal, the uncle happen to be walking through and said that the house never had one before.  Both the mom and I said in unison, "Yes it did".  She told him she remembers it, as I showed him where the switch is located on the wall.
I smugly told the uncle, "We are not all take out ya know - I do cook... a lot."  K then chimed in with, "And she's damn fine at it, too!" 

Thanks baby - I love cooking for you -  you appreciate it and that makes cooking more fun  :-)

Bottom line on the disposal - I WIN!  That smaller box sitting on the uninstalled counter top (picture above) is my new garbage disposal.  YAY! 

As for the nasty giant hole in my dining room / office...



Out of sight... out of mind, right?!?! 

(Can't you just feel me rolling my eyes.)


They all will be back here at Christmas time so hopefully they will have my cabinets / counter top installed, fix the ceiling, finish the flooring upstairs (half of the hallway is unfinished) and all the other good stuff.  So we will see in the next few weeks.

I am sure that will also give the grandmother time to get more Holy water in case she wants to come to the house to "help" too.  Hmmm, I should also alert the chicken farmers that she may be looking for a sacrifice soon.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

The House From Hell (Part 1 of what I know will be a thousand)...

I've got my In-Laws in town... for the holidays... well, yes and no.  They weren't going to come to Texas, until the insurance adjuster told them they need to replace the ceiling, part of the kitchen, two bathrooms and a bedroom.

You see, my partner, K, rents her parent's house... kind of... they don't have a "rental agreement" on paper, she just makes the house payment for them, while they abandoned the house (and apparently all the problems) on K.  Her parents knew this house was in terrible shape - and a lot of it was because they are DIY'ers.

For those who don't know... DIY = "Do It Yourself".

Oh sure... the house insurance was planning on paying for everything that needed to be repaired but the parents figured they'd have shitload of cha-ching left over if they, you know... DIY'd the whole frinkin' project(s) (again).

K actually stood up to her mother and father, who live out of state, when she heard they were going to do the job themselves, "to save on labor costs".  K told them that she wants the job done right, not "put together with duct tape and spit!"  WTG, baby! - Finally!!  But they are still doing the job, and they are still "cutting corners", both figuratively and literally (they are armed with a sawzall (reciprocating saw) - scary!).

Here's the thing... well, one of the things... there are several things!  But here is the list of things that has me fuming:

Thing 1)   K's uncle (her dad's brother) is the one they rely on to do the repairs but he only puts band aides on things - never repairs them.  When he does repair something... like that leaky pipe that we asked him to fix last year... he cut two oddly shaped, oblong holes in our first story ceiling... right above the very limited kitchen counter space, where I do my cooking... the only place where I CAN do cooking (the space is truly that limited).  Did I mention that this house has rats??  Yup, and despite the mega bucks we have spent on exterminators, we can't keep them out because there are literally 100's of small and large holes the parents and uncle has made throughout the house - and we can't get the uncle, who made the holes, over here to patch them up, blah- blah- blah!.  So, these rats live in between the rafters of the first and second floor... and the poop from these rats can fall onto my counter tops (that is, now that there are giant holes right there)... did I also mention that these two particular holes in my kitchen ceiling have been here since FEBRUARY of 2011??  I have them covered with garbage bags tacked to the ceiling.  We have been trying to get her uncle over here to fix his "handy" work but he never comes.  BTW - These holes are NOT  the ONLY holes he has made and ignored that cause major problems... he has also cut out a seven 7-inch by 4-foot section of the bedroom wall in April to repair a separate leak that has been occurring (that they ALL have been told about) for THREE YEARS now.  And he still failed to fix the leak!!  It was when I asked K to tell her parents that if they don't fix this now - the "upstairs" will soon be the "downstairs" cuz the upstairs guest bathroom will be in the fricking kitchen downstairs!!  (That was about 7 months ago - and HERE WE ARE... nothing but the best for us!  And people wonder why I sing Tom Petty's lyrics, "the waiting is hardest part"!

Bedroom wall.  PS:  This is NOT the uncle - its the plumber. 
















Bedroom wall






This is my dining room leak - above the hole is the bedroom where the plumber is working.  The stuff on the cabinets... moldy ceiling chunks!  The dark thing in the hole is the bathtub.  This leak is right on the divider wall of the bedroom and the guest bathroom.  BTW - you may be asking yourself WHY the cabinet sticks out further than the kitchen wall... Answer:  "Master Carpentry".



The uncle's handy work.  Not the garbage bags - that's me... he STILL has not fixed these holes!  (And in case you are wondering... the genius cut the drywall right up to the cabinets (that are buckled and falling).

better shot of the buckled shelves
The light at the bottom is the hole downstairs.  I thought this was an interesting angle.
 Did I also mention that this brilliant uncle (the hole king) is a HIRED "handyman".  After seeing his "handy work" (and especially after I loudly protested about crossing colored wires on our 20 year old A/C unit that keeps burning out the "makeshift" capacitors)  I personally wouldn't let him change a frickin' light bulb in the house but K says it's free labor.  Yup, it's true - ya get what ya pay for all right!  It amazes me how some people who have a power drill and a bucket of screws all of a sudden become contractors.  And the more tools they accumulate, the more they think they know.

 Thing 2:  When we have issues that require someone to come out ASAP, like no A/C (we live in South Texas where it's 90° in November!) it takes him a week or two... or never... to come out here.  But this time around... now that the brother is in town... they have the whole damn family over here, LITERALLY.  It's always like that when the brother comes.  It was when the bible-thumping Grandmother knocked on my door last night to "help" that I immediately went into panic mode... I'm actually surprised she considered entering the house of the "unholy" ( Did I mention that I am gay?)  Maybe she doused the house with holy water while sacrificing a chicken when I wasn't looking.  This hypocritical woman only likes those who are "BLOOD" related... even though half of her grandchildren (K included) are of a previous marriage.  She spoiled the hell out of K's younger brother though - the "Golden Child" cuz he's "BLOOD!!"  I'll give the ol' bitty credit though, during the holidays when she knows the "others" (non-blood grand-kids) are coming over for holiday dinner (Thanksgiving  / Christmas) she drags out and dusts off one or two  pictures and half-halfheartedly places them on a table, then, when everybody leaves, they go back in the closet.  (This is actually true too, one tends to notice those things when one pays "unscheduled" visits.  Ahhh, unconditional love and blah-blah-blah... no passing judgement there, right Grandma??  Very CHRISTAN indeed!!

Anyway - (sorry, ADD again)

So I've got the Dad, the mom, the grandpa, the grandma, the uncle... Oy!!  NONE of them are organized, and all of them are "masters" of carpentry...  NOT!!  They keep changing their plans... for the sake of TIME.  Let's move the cabinets, let's not move the cabinets.  Let's re-tile the shower, lets put in a tub surround, let's tile.  "We don't need to replace the entire piece of sheet rock... just cut around the warped, wet, moldy spots" - (THAT ONE THEY ALL AGREED ON!!)  Let's not replace the moldy, rotted floors, just use Kiltz - Yeah - it'll cover up the smell too!"

(I am not making this shit up!!)

They allowed themselves 8 days to do this job.

Plenty of time... if you have a plan.  Not at all... if you keep changing the plan.  However, their work day (two days so far) consisted of:
Day 1:  8:00am - 9:00am work - leave for two hours - come back work for one hour - go to lunch at 12:30 - come back at 4:15 - work till 6:30 pm - done for the day.

Day 2:  Start at 8:30am - leave at 9:00am.  Come back, work till 1:30pm - break for lunch - come back at 4:25 ( I watched a 2+ hour horror movie in this time frame) - come back - work until 5:55pm - done for the day.

And JUST NOW, the dad says to me as I am typing this, "Were a little behind schedule"
- Yeah... it's a fricking wonder!

Did I ALSO mention that they are squeezing in Thanksgiving during this time??  See, as I mentioned before, they hadn't planned on coming for any holidays, but this work needs to be done, and "them" being the "efficient" working machines as they are with their time management and mastery skills of construction, they are going to kill as many birds with as many stones as they can apparently throw!

God help the bird population... and the human population too cuz their AIM is as OFF as their time management capabilities!! Case in point:  About an hour ago, the grandpa put a 24" screwdriver through the second story floor, which happens to also be my kitchen ceiling (yes the one with the rat poop issue) and that hole is conveniently located directly above my stove! When I asked "why" - he said he wanted to know where he was at above, from below.  When I asked, why again, he said, "just wondering".


Screwdriver.  PS:  The float tape and green board is 5 years waiting to be completed.

Again, I'm not making this shit up - the proof is in the pictures.  One has to laugh or they'd go mad!
What's one more hole, ehh?? Maybe they'll leave the screwdriver there and I can use it as another conversation piece.
 But all this is not what has me worked up today.  I am actually immune to the "quirks" of this house... I mean, ya seen one hole in the drywall, ya seen them all, right??  What I am worked up about is that they keep CHANGING THINGS - The plans with the house, the PRIORITIES on what to do next...
(MOST PEOPLE PAINT THE WALLS BEFORE INSTALLING A NEW CARPET, Most people don't use a WHOLE FIVE GALLON bucket of Kiltz on one bedroom, and most people don't Kiltz a floor that is going to be carpeted!!  They also would stop and think before removing all WORKING toilets so that, ya know, just in case something like grandma's overactive bladder or grandpa's irritable bowel syndrome decide to pay a visit while "working".

But they keep changing everything they plan discuss - so much so that even I am confused, and I'm the ONLY sane one here!  They even keep changing Thanksgiving!!  I was informed today, by the mom, that Thanksgiving is now on Friday!

(I hope someone alerted the Pilgrims).

Thanksgiving is now on Friday - That's just fricking dandy - I have to work!  I see where I stand in this pecking order... "no lezzy's at the table this year, my dear"...  Well, HA!  My wife will be there - we will not be silenced!  When I told the mom I can't make it - she just said that XXX (K's brother, the blood related golden child) is going to come but he can't make it until Friday.   I said nothing, other than, "I won't be there, I have to work."

HOLY SHIT!!  STOP the FUCKING CALENDAR EVERYONE... let's wait for the blood relatives to come to town then we ALL can resume our fucking joys!!

I'm upset because of my situation:
1) I have NO family near me - they all live in Michigan, I am in Deep South Texas.  It is too far to drive and far too expensive to fly.
2) I have a crappy hourly job (that, BTW I could have in Michigan, or anywhere else other than this God forsaken place).
3) I can't find a decent job cuz my last name ISN"T "Gonzalez, Martinez, or any other Spanish-like "ez".
4) I haven't seen any of my family in 6 years, I haven't been able to afford to go home for the holidays in over 12!
5) I took two extra days from my hourly job because these wackos do NOT pay attention while running in and out (and in and out and in and out) of my front door while "working" on the house, so I have already had to CHASE down two out of three of my labs cuz "grandpa" is oblivious to... well... EVERY FUCKING THING AROUND HIM!  I already have Thursday off ( Thanksgiving) cuz the store is closed - a fricking miracle cuz last year, they were open.  Pizza for Thanksgiving, really??

(I seriously had thought about it today though, after I was informed that Thanksgiving was being moved to Friday - Hey, I have a key).

6) I STILL have to work on Friday. (The NEW Thanksgiving Day, don't ya know!).
7) Let me get this straight... Golden Boy and his family are going to have THEIR Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday at THEIR house, then drive down Friday morning (5 hours) and have it AGAIN on Friday - Good for them!  (Hmm - DO I want pepperoni or just cheese?)
8)  I have decided that I will not go anywhere near them on Thursday - I don't give a fuck what day it is!  If they have so little regard for everybody else that ISN'T blood, then WHY would I break bread with them???  When I celebrate the day a bunch of religion fanatics exploited the Indians, (Thanksgiving) I will do it on MY TERMS!

UPDATE!!!!UPDATE!!!!UPDATE!!!!UPDATE!!!!UPDATE!!!!UPDATE!!!!UPDATE!!!!

Change of plans!!  (there's a fucking surprise, ehh?!?!)

Thanksgiving has been moved (again) to it's regualrly scheduled day... Thursday!!

(Gee - I hope the Pilgrims can make it on time).

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Random Thoughts

I haven't been on in a long while.  I've been very busy... and lazy... and depressed and well... you get the picture.  I basically ignored this blog, and probably will again so whatever, I am what I am. 

Here are some random thoughts rattling around in my brain this week:

I am looking forward to riding my bike this weekend.

I am looking forward to spending time on the island with K this weekend, too.

Why am I angry all the time??

I hate my job.

I hate that the KID I work for (I'll call him "Oppie") does not know how to do his job, so I have to do it for literally HALF the pay he gets or it won;t get done.

I hate that I have no health insurance - and I hate even more that I have needed to see a doctor for a long while now.

I hate that I wasted my life working at dead-end jobs while waiting all those years for my "radio career" to completely solidify - then when I  finally land that rock morning radio show I've always dreamed - the owners sell the fucking station four years later.  

I hate that I agreed to moved to Texas - I miss my family.

I hate it even more that I can not afford to move back - or even visit.

I hate that my (ex) husband, whom I will call scammer # 343534386 stole over $17,000 from YOU and me - the tax payers and tried to pin it on me - to no avail.

I hate that because of that mother fucker, my perfect credit is now destroyed.

I hate that I am so broke that  I can't even afford to pay attention.

I HATE ALL OF THIS HATE!!

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Who's cooking for you??

I want to share an email with you that I wrote.   Firstly though, let's back a up bit and go to Austin, Texas.   I was visiting the city of Austin back in October of last year with a friend and while there we happened upon a new concept restaurant combining the goodness of Philly Cheesesteak with a Tex-Mex flair called, "Texadelphia".  I was blown away by the food and the overall concept of the restaurant's appearance.  It was very modern with big screen TV's throughout the dining area, but it also had a homey kind of western appeal to it as well.  As we were enjoying our meals (inhaling them is more like it) I had pondered the possibilities of this restaurant's success in my area, much closer to the border, and considered that it would do well, if run by the right people.

Well, somebody beat me to the punch, there is now a "Texadelphia" in my area.  According to their website, they had opened up in December of 2010.  The other night, a friend (the same one who accompanied me to Austin last year) and I went to check it out...
What a MAJOR DISAPPOINTMENT!!!

Texas History Lesson:

You see, the State of Texas requires that ALL employees become "Certified Food  Handlers"... even the dish washers and people who bus the tables must be certified by attending classes and gaining a permit to work in any setting that serves the public. They are so strict with it that even volunteers working for vendors selling food at weekend-long events must have a permit.  In Texas, it is a State mandate, overseen by each County's Health Department, however, each CITY has the true authority to issue the CFH Permits. HUH?? That basically means that if your permit is issued to you in City A, you can not use it to work in City B.  To work in City B, you must ALSO attend a certification class and obtain a permit from City B, as well.  One can have as many city certification cards as one desires but that can get expensive because the fees for each city may (and usually do) vary.  Each permit is good for one year, and must be renewed to continue employment.  There is also a Manager's Certification that goes beyond a Food Handler's Permit, allowing the holder to work anywhere in the state and only needs to be renewed every 3 years. 

I take the public's health and safety very seriously... and so... I EXPECT every person who is serving the Public in eateries to do the same, and when they don't... I turn them in!  

I share the following email with you in the hopes that every person who dines out (and I don't know a single person who hasn't) becomes aware of all of those "little things" that take place, even at their favorite eateries if not managed properly.  

Here are some things to consider when eating out...

 - Just where was that "rag" before he/she wiped my table, anyway??  Was it in the bathroom?? 
(Most restaurants, in an effort to save variable dollars (daily / weekly operating costs) will LIMIT their staff to how many towels are used per day, since they only have a limited number to last them per week.)

 - Speaking of bathrooms... Do the employees enter the bathroom (and the stall) wearing their aprons??  (Spray from a flushing toilet can reach as far as seven feet - I personally wouldn't want projectile fecal matter on my server's apron).

 - Did they take my straw with the glass to refill my drink?  Did I get the correct glass back?? (They should NEVER take your straw - if they do, ask for a new one.  I always ask for a new GLASS when its time for a refill to ensure I am not getting the guy's glass from the table next to me - besides, they have dish washers so I am providing him/her with job security when I ask for a new glass.)

- Did the previous people who sat here before me SNEEZE or COUGH all over those salt and pepper shakers ??  What about the people before them??  (Germs can live up to TWO+ HOURS on glass surfaces. I have seen kids LICK the shakers (especially cheese shakers) and their parents do not say a thing to their server to replace them for future patrons.)

Finally, There is the menu.  Always visit the restroom after you order to thoroughly wash your hands with soap and hot water for at least 20 seconds... and then USE A PAPER TOWEL to access the door handle when exiting the restroom.  (People sneeze, cough, and spit on menus (and kids drool).  They also lay them in the seats and benches next to them... these surfaces, including the menus are not sanitized after each use, most are only done once a week, IF AT ALL.  As for the bathroom door handle - not everybody washes their hands after using the facilities - GROSS!!   But true!)

There are so many "little things" that  many of us do not even think about but they could hurt you, and in some cases, they could even KILL you.  Keep that in mind as you read my email sent to the Texadelphia Corporate Offices and the County Health Department detailing my experiences with this "newer" restaurant in my town.



July 1, 2011


Texadelphia Corporate Offices

To Whom it Mat Concern:

Dear Sir or Madam,

I, along with a friend, had visited the Texadelphia Restaurant located at 1400 E Expressway 83 Suite 160 McAllen, Texas on June 30th, 2011 between 7:30pm and 8:00pm.  All I can say is, WOW!!

I am appalled at what I witnessed at this location.  All of these employees need to be trained or RE-TRAINED on the proper ways of handling the public’s food.  This restaurant was filthy!  Out of all of the tables in that place, only about seven tables were clean – I mean to say that there were only three tables with customers in use and all the rest, except perhaps six tables, had food baskets with food and cups on them.  I didn’t notice that right away though, what ACTUALLY made me look more closely at this restaurant’s dining room appearance was the food on the floor in the kitchen, which, in turn, prompted me to look at the cleanliness of the scattered countertops and then finally the cook working the grill. 

For some reason, I have always been fascinated by “the short order cook”, but based on what I observed next, this particular one scared me.  As I was standing there with full view of the kitchen, waiting in line for the customer before me to finish placing her order, I watched this cook work his grill and the sandwich board quickly, and the first thing I noticed about his behavior is that he likes to wipe his hands a lot.  The problem with this is that he used his soiled and contaminated APRON every single time he did it, and also failed to wash his hands when it was most appropriate.  That action is what made me look at the dining room, where I had noticed the plethora of dirty tables and wondered why I had not noticed it upon approaching the counter.  I turned around again to face the kitchen and watched the cook again.  It was clear that he was busy and he was (at that time) in there all alone.  That is when I watched him enter a drawer under the grill, grab raw meat with his bare hands and place these patties on the grill… THEN, WITHOUT WASHING HIS HANDS… He went over to another drawer, opened it up and stuck both hands and forearms inside and scooped out two mounds of tortilla chips and placed them in red serving baskets.  That is very dangerous!!  It was then that I decided to video the rest of the unsanitary activities taking place in this open kitchen.  When it was finally my turn to place my order, I quietly leaned into the counter not wanting to make a scene and mentioned what I observed to the cashier, and also mentioned that they should be more mindful of these things when working in an open kitchen with such a clear view from the dining room.  That’s when the cashier got her little attitude on, as if my advisement had personally offended her.  She was truly snotty, short, rude and just plain in appropriately unprofessional.  This cashier displayed every kind of rudeness possible, short of actually rolling her eyes.  She shot dirty looks at me the entire time I ordered, and when I expressed the hint that I was not familiar with the menu by asking for an “Angus Beef”, she said, in the most obviously sarcastic voice, “It’s called a “build your own”!” Well, EXCUSE me!  If I hadn’t had a friend with me at the time, I would have told her what I thought of her “service” and left right then and there so I wouldn’t have to worry about the potential food borne illness in my very near future from this unsanitary kitchen.  I guess this restaurant must be doing pretty well financially to treat customers as if they are not welcome, or perhaps this cashier is just in the wrong business, whatever the case, her behavior was unprofessional and uncalled for, to say the least but it didn’t stop there.  After paying, she shoved the table tent number tag in my direction, and never even said “Thank you”… you know… for my order… for my money… for my choosing their business out of ALL of the other choices I have in this city.  I did however get nasty looks from her the entire time I was waiting for my order, although I don’t think she knew that I noticed her “attitude from afar”, but I certainly did.  After taking our order (and trying to make me feel very unwelcome) she went to the kitchen area, turned her back to me and began talking to the older gentlemen that has since joined the other cook in the kitchen, I’m guessing this man was the manager, as he seemed to be in charge at the time.  Moments later, I heard the manager tell the cook (on the grill) to wash his hands.  I thought to myself, “A little too late don’t ya think?”  Why didn’t he THROW OUT THE CONTAMINATED TORTILLA CHIPS????  And so, the cook (I will call him “Cook 1”) just reached around the corner, and then brought his hands back and rubbed them together. I am hoping a sanitizer dispenser was there, but he still had not washed his hands. Sanitizer gel does not replace the washing of hands, and it most certainly does not do anything if applied to SOILED hands.  I was disgusted, but it got MUCH WORSE as the evening progressed. 

It took about 25 minutes for our food order to reach the table, which gave me ample time to observe even more public health concerns that I feel the local health department should look into more closely.  In those 25 minutes, I observed the following:

Cast of Characters:
Cook 1:  Young man working grill and sandwich board
Cook 2 / Manager:  Older man working sandwich board, fryer, serving baskets
Miss Charming:  Cashier with attitude.

 - Both men in kitchen (Cook 1 and Cook 2 / Manager) had failed to wash their hands several times when it was necessary.  (I have this on video).

 - Cook 1 (on the grill) continuously wiped his hands using his apron (I have this on video).

 - Cook 2 / Manager continuously wiped his hands with the very same dishtowel he used to also wipe down soiled and contaminated counter tops. (I have this on video).

 - I couldn’t figure out what the huge unattended flames reaching to the top of the grill stack were for, but then again, I had already admitted to you that I am not familiar with the menu. 

 - Cook 2 / Manager continuously changing his gloves - YAY!!   
Unfortunately, I also observed that every time he changed his gloves, he would then immediately touch the handles of the fry baskets, open refrigeration doors and touch other contaminated surfaces then go back to the sandwich board to handle ready to eat foods, such as buns, chips etc with those same (now dirty) gloves (I have this on video). It makes we wonder, “What’s point of the gloves?”  I observed this practice at least 12 times before I finally stopped counting because, frankly by this time, I already have a FULL understand of the hygiene and public health / safety practices of this location. 

When the food finally made its way out of the dirty kitchen and into the still dirty dining area (remember, 25 minutes had gone by and still the other tables had not been cleared and cleaned) “Miss Charming” cashier carried out the baskets to our table and, without a word, she practically threw (dropped) those baskets on the table, reached across the friend I was with and snatched up the table tent, then scurried away just as quickly as she had appeared.  Again I say, she is in the WRONG BUSINESS!

The food was unimpressive; the burger my friend ordered was charred around the edges and very dry.  Perhaps this particular burger had succumbed to the 3 foot high flames I mentioned earlier, but I wasn’t close enough to tell whose meat was being flamed – I was far more interested in observing the blatant, gross neglect of the health and safety regulations that the State of Texas clearly outlines and mandates of all food service industry employees.  This restaurant is best described as “sanitarily negligent and very unprofessional”.   If they want steady customers to visit, change in staffing is a MUST! 

Just when I thought the violations on sanitation and food safety couldn’t possibly get ANY worse – I observed the cashier (again, “Miss Charming”) assist a dine-in customer who approached the counter.  The customer, who had dined in with her family, apparently asked for a “To-Go” bag.  I watched in DISGUST AND HORROR as the cashier LICKED HER THUMB to separate the bags, pulled the bag open, and then handed it to the customer.  I have to tell you that if that were me standing there getting that bag, I would have been outraged and let every customer in that place know EXACTLY how unconcerned and untrained these employees are about their public’s health and safety.

Instead, I am spreading the word of the extremely poor and dangerous food safety practices, as well as the poor service one receives when the employees are called out on these practices, that take place at 1400 E Expressway 83 Suite 160 McAllen, Texas.   The local health department will receive a copy of this email, along with the videos I took to support my claims.  In the meantime, I highly suggest retraining of this entire staff, including management, with a strong emphasis on the laws and regulations set forth by the State of Texas and the Hidalgo County Health Department or risk being shut down.

Sincerely,
XXXXXXXXX
McAllen, Texas 


Please share your own horror stories of places you have visited in the comments section.  
Thanks for reading.  

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Monday, June 20, 2011

Mission: Impossible!

If you recall a few weeks back, I demonstrated through a few news article links, that our president is an idiot when he claimed our "borders are safe and secure".  Well, I wonder what he might call it if he stayed just a few hours longer.  Or, perhaps if he would have paid a visit... say... yesterday!

This article was in today's online headlines of my local news paper The Valley Morning Star.  http://www.valleymorningstar.com  


Just to give you perspective, this is my backyard, perhaps not literally of course, but within 10 minutes of driving time, if you were stuck behind a really old driver in a really crappy car that has their blinker flashing even though there is no where to turn unless they want to smack into the border wall or drive into the Rio Grande River. 

Safe and secure MY ASS, Mr. President!  I'm used to hearing gunshots  - I'm a hunter from the most northern parts of the USA, I tracked deer, caribou and black bear  - but rapid-fire shots I am not accustomed to, rapid-fire weapons, I do not like, unless I am playing a 007 video game in which case I would want the upper hand.  This is not a video game though - I can't "reset" and start over with 3 lives to gamble.  Apparently, the president sees it differently.  Apparently, he has all the cheat codes for "infinity for life", however he does not have that "infinity" clout when it comes to the presidency!

Luckily, none of our local coppers were injured, but it could have just as easily been the other way around.

So, as it states in my "comments" of the news article, I ask this of President Obama:

How long do you plan on continuing your outlandish claims of "safe borders" and "no spillover"?? How many gunshots will it take, BEFORE your next election, for you to rebuke your claims? How many cops, how many citizens will have to DIE before you recant your words and do your job??
 
Mr. President, stop thinking about retaining your job and start thinking about retaining safety and security of our border!

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Friday, June 10, 2011

Harley D. Update #2 "The Final Chapter of the Cone"

I got up early this morning to take Harley D. to the vet.  Today marks the day he has been waiting for - the day that I promised him would come - the day he can finally be freed from the dreaded CONE.  {Insert scary music here}.

It dawned on me, late yesterday... too late to call and ask the vet anyhow... that my cat may have to be dropped off and be put under for this procedure.  I mean, come on, I couldn't imagine Harley just sitting there quietly and perfectly still while some stranger f***s around with his ear - after all, if he could talk, he'd tell me that the last time that happened, he got the {cue scary music} CONE.  So, in light of my kitty epiphany,  it was suggested I get there early - DRAT!!  I really wanted to sleep in - ON A FRIDAY - that is such a rarity in my week, but alas, Harley is more important than a few extra Zzzz's so I set the alarm (DRAT!). 

As I was leaving the house, I mentioned that I would pick up breakfast on my way home.  I was craving Whataburger (local 24hr burger joint).  I drove to the vet, walked in and a young man asked me if I was "dropping off". 
I said, "Well, I'm not sure.  I'm here to get stitches taken out of my cat's ear and I'm not sure if anesthesia is needed so you tell me, am I dropping off?" 
The vet tech said that it's an "in and out" procedure, no anesthesia is needed.  Then he asked me if Harley was "aggressive". 
I chuckled and told him, "No, however he does have that stupid {cue scary music} CONE around his neck and he hates it so if you free him of it, he may not want to leave your side, EVER, but he's not "aggressive".

The vet tech then told me that it would only take a few minutes.  He took Harley in back, and, no kidding, three minutes later, here he comes with Harley again, done!  It took three times longer at the drive-thru of Whataburger getting breakfast - something's wrong with that. 

Before leaving for the vet, and picking up breakfast, the tech asked me if I had any questions.  I asked him if Harley had any ear swelling ("No.") and if he had to wear the {cue scary music} CONE any longer.  I could have sworn I heard Harley sigh in relief right after the vet tech said, "No." 
I then asked the vet, where "it" was, referring to the {cue the... Aww forget it, you get the picture!}  The tech said that "it" is in the there, and he motioned to Harley's carrier - the same carrier that Harley is now lying.  My first thought made me laugh out loud and I just couldn't stop from there.  Just then, the vet gave me a peculiar look.  I envisioned Harley attacking the shit out of that {cue the scary music} CONE as payback!  The thought stayed with me all the way out to the car, still laughing aloud, imagining Harley's screeches as he tears "it" to shreds.  I was flashing on the scene in the movie "Jurasic Park" when the "Velociraptors" are being fed in the bushes (at the beginning of the movie)... loud shrieks of terrifyingly angry hunger, leaves and bushes shaking violently as the dinosaurs devour their prey, yet the creatures are no where in "true" sight.  Harley is not a raptor of course but, in my mind, the {cue scary music}CONE was his prey!  I was even egging him on, "Come on, Harley, now's your chance - strike, strike!" 

Yeah, well, it was all in my head.  Harley just wanted to go home. 

Harley has the typical after-flaw of a surgery like this - the crinkled, droopy ear, but at least it is not causing him pain, that I am aware of anyway, I mean, he hasn't given any indication of discomfort other than when he was jailed up in that stupid {cue scary music} CONE that he hated so much.

I am sure he is pleased that he can finally groom himself, instead of having me do it for him.  FYI:  I used a fine-tooth comb, I didn't do it the traditional "kitty" way...I love him very much but... eww!! 
I am also sure he is pleased to FINALLY get that "itch" near his ear that has been driving him nuts for ten days.  I think he is pleased to not be sequestered in his room, away from his other kitty buds (I think he may have even missed Frankie, in his own twisted "I hate you  - stay the f*** away from me" kind of way).  But most of all, I think Harley is pleased to finally, (FINALLY!!!) be rid of that stupid (yep, you guessed it)... {cue scary music} CONE!

PS:  What ever happened to {cue the scary music}CONE?? 

Well, I'd tell ya but Harley has dirt on me regarding a little incident that happened while in Vegas back in the 90's, so all I can say is... 

"What happens in the carrier, stays in the carrier!"{Insert scary music here}.

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Friday, June 3, 2011

Harley Update... Got Cone?

Here's an update on Harley D.  First off, I'm happy to report that the surgery went well.  He had no complications and the ear looks good.  His ear was, of course, shaved and he had a shaved spot along his front right leg... there was a bandage wrapped around this part of his leg.  I figured that is where they had placed an IV.  Thinking the bandage was no longer needed, I took it off, after all, it looked pretty tightly wrapped around there.  BOY WAS IT EVER!!  It was so tight that his front paw was swollen t three times its size and he couldn't walk on it.  It was probably numb to him.  I kept a close on eye it - my plan was to take him back to the vet if there were no signs of this swelling going down by morning.  When morning finally arrived, the swelling hadn't gone down significantly, but Harley did seem to be able to walk without struggle (that is, as much as possible with a cone collar around his neck.  More on that in a minute).  Since he didn't seem bothered by the swelled leg / paw, I decided not to rush him back to vet over it, but instead give him one more day and, if the swelling had not gone down by then, off we would go back to the vet.  As it turned out, the swelling had gone down completely by the next morning and Harley had his normal bounce back in his step (again, as much bounce as he could muster with a cone around his neck) with full kitty attitude on high alert!

At the risk of dating myself... I have always loved Saturday Night Live's, "The Coneheads", starring  Dan Aykroyd (Beldar) Jane Curtain (Prymaa) and Laraine Newman (Connie).  
 All ya need to know about Coneheads, click here

What they lacked, however, was a conecat.  

Harley has to wear one of those cone collars for ten days.  There is an official name for them, I just can't remember what they're actually called.   I know that the other critters are teasing Harley about this collar when I'm not home but the cone is to keep Harley from ripping those stitches out.  It took some adjusting for him, and some coaching on my part, to get him use to eating and drinking with it, but he doesn't seem to have many difficulties now that its been a few days.  His first night home (with the cone) was hard for him though, and I did feel sorry for him.  He was still groggy from the anesthesia and all that he has been through, so when I saw him struggling to balance himself with this cone thing around his neck, my heart went out to him, especially when he couldn't gauge the extra clearance needed just to step into the litter box.   He kept getting the bottom of the collar caught on the box's ledge (poor thing, all he wanted to do was pee, LOL).  I took the collar off and let him do his business without the stress and struggle, all the while I held myself ready to engage him at the first hint he was going to scratch that ear.  He didn't even try.  With the collar still off, he attempted a few bites of  food and that went well enough, considering he also had a dental cleaning too.  After about 30 minutes of collar-free, scratch-free, dazed and confused moments, I was ready to put the collar back on him.  That's when he rediscovered his favorite water bowl.  He couldn't get enough of the water.  Harley has this cute thing he does every time he takes a drink.  He scratches (uncovers) his water dish.  He has to do this several times before he even attempts to take a sip.  Then, just when you think he's done because he lifts his head and starts to walk away, he circles his dish and starts all over again.  On this night, he did this for a good ten minutes, at least.  He then "re-covered" his water dish - LOL.

I spread a blanket upon the floor for him to lay and rest more comfortably.  He normally sleeps on the bed but with that cone - lol  that darn cone - the poor thing didn't have the drive needed to jump up there on his first night and I didn't want to just put him up there myself  cuz, well, "what comes up, must eventually come down", and if I'm sleeping and he wants down, yet he is wearing that cone, his aim may be slightly off when landing on the floor and... splat.  (I know, I know, I worry...but I can't help but to think of these things, he's may baby boy and he needs help).  He laid right down on the blanket - he was pooped - he had a long, hard day and was done!!  I rubbed his belly (something he normally does not let me EVER do without kicking and scratching the shit out of me) and he purred himself right into a deep sleep.

The next morning, he was still adjusting to the collar but figured out a few maneuvers.  I have two other cats in the house, one of which Harley does not get along with, AT ALL, (Frankie Cat) so I have been keeping Harley separated from him, both day and night.  Usually, during the day, all cats have free range of the house, even though they choose to stay upstairs most of the time (cuz the dogs are downstairs) except the little orange kitty-man, "H. Davidson" -  he's the daredevil of the three.  So until Harley is out of his cone, I prefer to keep him separated from Frankie, for I am sure Frankie will take advantage of Harley's vulnerability and that ear could get torn open.  

Because I also have three large dogs in the house, one of them who thinks all cats should be her personal chew toys, I need to keep all of our cats closed in their bedrooms at night when we are sleeping, or we, the people, would never get any rest.  The sleeping arrangements are simple enough, all dogs in the master bedroom with the masters (hence the name, MASTER bedroom (arf!!)).  Since Harley practically raised Davidson from kitten-hood, Harley D. and H. Davidson sleep in one bedroom, and then that leaves Frankie Cat, (the one Harley fights with), he sleeps in the other spare bedroom.  The cats get along well enough with the dogs, except for Bailey, our newest rescue.  She was a one year old stray chocolate lab pup that found us not too long ago.  Apparently, she was (and still is) quite fond of chasing cats... hmmm... perhaps that's how she became a stray.  Nonetheless, we have managed to work out a system by investing in even more baby gates and tough it out because Baily deserves a stable and loving home too, all animals do, and so the cats must suck it up because they have also been in Bailey's paw prints themselves.  All of our animals have been rescued in one form or another - each with their own unique story to tell but I will save that for another blog entry.  As for this entry - I am going to end it by thanking you for reading today.  Harley is recovering nicely, and is slated to have his stitches removed next Friday.  He is jumping on the bed, and the dresser, and the table and the... well, you get the picture... he's being a happily purring conecat.  

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Monday, May 30, 2011

Tomorrow's the day

I'm really nervous about Harley's surgery, he's 15 years old.  I keep flashing back to when I had to put my Siamese cat, Brandy, down.  That was over 15 years ago but I still do a hard cry over that.  As I was standing in the vet's exam room Saturday, and they took Harley in the "back" to do blood-work, the flashback really smacked me in the face.  I haven't been able to shake that since.  I know Harley's surgery is minor, compared to others but the thought of somebody inducing unconsciousness to my little guy is getting to me.  

He's been with me since I rescued him at 3 weeks old.  I fed him with an eye dropper - he used to sleep inside my shoe (he likes danger).  We have moved across state lines six times together, traveled over 23,000 miles together, I've held him in my arms endless times, and he has lifted me out of the dumps all the same. I've protected him his whole life and the thought of me not being in there with him during this surgery is also driving me nuts - on the other hand, I couldn't stand the sight of him laying their helpless on a table, "chemically asleep".

I have to keep telling myself that he NEEDS this surgery to keep him comfortable and HAPPY!


 


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Saturday, May 28, 2011

Holiday gain before your pain. Part One

Last night, my oldest kitty, Harley D. came down stairs.  That alone is rare, since I also have 3 large dogs, and one of those dogs, Bailey, is so new to the pack that she has not figured out that cats are our "friends".  Harley won't go near the stairs suspecting Bailey in the house.  I didn't notice Harley right away - as a matter of fact, I wouldn't have noticed him on the stairs at all if he hadn't cried out to me.  Which brings me to the other rare thing... Harley is a whispering cat.  When he meows, he rarely makes a sound, his mouth moves as if he is meowing loudly but no sound.  There is nothing wrong with him, meaning, he's not mute, he's just cute.
I was sitting at my computer downstairs and I heard a faint kitten-like cry.  It was so faint that I thought perhaps a neighbor kitten was sitting on the window ledge of my porch, outside.  I looked out the window, saw no kitten and started to walk back to my computer when I heard it again, but this time, it wasn't a faint kitten meow, it was loud and nerving.  I looked in the direction of where it came from, and Harley was making his way down the stairs toward me and when our eyes met, he let out a cry so saddening that my heart melted. 

Now on the stairs with Harley, he seemed fine, he seemed lovable, he seemed to be overjoyed that I was stroking his fur.  I always know when Harley is so overcome with joy, he slobbers a bit.  When most cats are overcome with intense happiness they forget to swallow... "can't fool the droll!", I always say.  Well, he was there, on the stairs with me, rubbing his head on my hands, loving every second of it (and drooling like mad) and then I felt it.  A swelling of his ear so big that it startled me.  He wouldn't let me look at first, I imagine it to be quite sensitive.  Finally, after some coaxing, he allowed me to examine his ears.  He has a massive hematoma on his ear flap.  I tried to determine how much pain he might be in and see what I could do to help alleviate his discomfort. 

I don't like messing with animals ears so much.  I am a practical and resourceful person but I do know my limits.  Animals ears have so much sensitivity to them, so many nerves that could be damaged,  and... well... frankly speaking, I am not a vet so I do not want to chance Harley's ears just to save a few bucks.  I called the vet's office - naturally they were closing in 10 minutes.  They told me I could bring him in tomorrow morning (that would be today).

Today, upon arriving at the vet's office, I told them I wanted to put Harley on my Wellness Plan.  After I jumped through the usual hoops filling out paperwork, (not for the wellness plan, btw) and waiting forever for the vet to come in the exam room, the vet finally made his grand appearance. (Can you smell the disdain yet??  You will in a moment.)

This is a new vet, meaning, I had never seen him before.  I have been bringing my pack to this particular office for three years and not once had I seen this bumpkin.  I first told him I am putting Harley on my plan and he said,
"Whoa!!  Who told you you could do that?"
 "The girl I called last night as well as the girl at your front counter this morning", I replied.

That bumpkin then proceeded to lecture ME on administrative procedures.  The whole time this hillbilly slim-jim is flapping his gums, I'm thinking to myself, I don't work for you, ya jackass.  I finally stopped him and told him that I don't care what the procedures are, I don't do your paperwork - "I am a CLIENT!!!"  He quickly stopped his lecture and saw the error in his ways... preaching to the choir is pointless.

Keep in mind that I did not express my full "anger" with this vet, (yet).  I knew that  Harley needed treatment and it would, more than likely, be surgery.  I didn't want to put Harley in a helpless position and be at the mercy of Dr. Huckleberry Knobjockey because I chose to spout off at the vet and tell him what I think of his bedside manner.

They say that first impressions are the most important.  At this point, my first impression of this vet is already in an undertow and things only went further south from there.  After the lecture was finished, he looked at every inch of the cat, except his injured ear.  WTF?!?  I was growing impatient with this guy but bit my tongue.  The vet tech could tell I was "questioning" this vet's abilities.  Perhaps it was when I told the tech, "that's fucked up" right after the vet left the room, that he clued into my dissatisfaction, I dunno, just guessing.

Anyway, the vet came back in, then said Harley needed surgery on his ear and since he's going on a wellness plan, you might as well get his teeth cleaned and bla, bla, bla.  I understand the logic of the teeth cleaning, most animals have to be put under anesthesia for a thorough cleaning, and since Harley was going under for his ear anyway, might as well get it all done.  Its the way the vet said it that yanked my chain just a bit too hard.  He gave me the impression (#2) that he is all about the money.  He was "up-selling" my cat's prognosis in dollars and cents - almost like pointing out the upgrades of a car purchase.
I already knew what I wanted so I stopped his spiel and asked for the "basic plus" plan - all my dogs are on the "dog version" of that package. 

I was there to treat Harley's ear, to take care of the immediate pain he was enduring, to get him treated.  That's when things go really interesting.

I was ready for Harley to have surgery, for him to be fixed up, brought back to an acceptable comfort level.   The vet however didn't see it that way.  What he saw was that he was "tired today", "golfing on Sunday, and Monday is a holiday".  Then he said he doesn't like to do these surgeries until the hematoma is at least 4-5 days old.  THAT IS PREPOSTEROUS!!  He said all of this as he was walking out the exam room.  I wanted to say, "How dare you try to justify your holiday time by hiding it in vet-talk BS - I'm not a fool!" 
Instead, I said, "What about Monday?" wanting clarification.  The vet tech had to answer me because the door had already closed with the vet no longer in sight.
The tech told me that Monday is Memorial Day and the vet will be in only until 2:00pm.  I asked him if the they are closing early and he said, "No, but the doctor is going to a BBQ that day because its a holiday".  I was livid and that poor tech knew it right off the bat.  It was now my turn to lecture. 

I explained to the vet tech that I realize he is not to blame but I had something to say and he was going to listen. And so I gave him the "how dare this vet put his personal agenda above the sufferings of animals" speech. 

It was then that I remembered Harley STILL needed the surgery, so I apologized for my outburst toward him.  The tech said he understood, and that a lot of other people were complaining about this particular vet too - interesting!


The tech felt bad because he could see Harley was uncomfortable, so I asked him if anybody can be bumped on Monday to get Harley's surgery.  He checked but no deal.  I took a Tuesday appointment instead.

I hate like hell that Harley has to live with this until then but I felt my hands were tired.  Going to another vet was not an option in my area, I am sure I would have gotten the same "holiday" routine anyway. 

Yeah know, its funny (strange) that if Harley were a human child, the doctor would have treated it right on the spot.  What makes animals any less in pain over the same injury - is it that the cat isn't milking every ounce of sympathy from the parents, vying for guilt-points? 

My animals are my kids and I am the voice of my kids - even the whispering ones.

 I'll keep y'all updated on Harley's condition, thanks for reading.   

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Monday, May 16, 2011

The Border... One man's dream is another man's nightmare!

President Obama was here last week - he declared our border officially "safe and secure".  I would feel safe and secure too, if I had a security detail that swept the area I was about to visit 10 hours prior to arrival and then surround myself with 20+ trained marksmen just waiting for the chance to throw themselves in front of a bullet.   Add another 100 marksmen "in the area" surveying everybody's every move and yeah - I guess you could say I'd feel pretty "safe and secure", too.
In the meantime... we who LIVE here, who are not privy to such security measures, must fend for ourselves.

And what about our law enforcement??

Our crooked county sheriff followed the President's remarks... like a good little lamb...  ALSO declaring our borders' "safe and secure", mimicking the president's words all while mocking the citizens, local law enforcement and border patrol officers who know better.

While these two fools spew forth their words of (not so much) wisdom amongst a crowd of sheep eating it up, I will remind you that  both of these two "Officials" are up for RE-ELECTION and will stop at nothing to keep their offices - and apparently say anything as well.

The President just wants the Latino vote and I am sure he has been advised that he won't win any re-election without it. The Sheriff has to back up the President's words or he will look like he isn't doing anything but refuting the President - it makes me wonder if a political "deal"  was struck here or not.  Either way, they both are saying all this non-sense just for VOTES...  for the Latino votes.

President Obama had to "DECLARE" the border safe and secure just before the election year, whether it was true or not, because in his last campaign he PROMISED to make border security a top priority... among other promises left forgotten and broken!  He doesn't want you to notice he IGNORED his campaign promises he made to get elected nearly three years ago.   He doesn't want you to notice he IGNORED our borders until it became a war zone that he apparently is actively choosing to STILL ignore with his false declarations.   He doesn't want you to notice that he ignored YOU, the citizen, the voter that lives in harms way due in part by his broken campaign promises and his NEGLECT!

Don't be fooled!  WAKE UP!  We know what "safe and secure" is... and more importantly, we know what it ISN'T... and it ISN'T HERE just because some over-baring, pompous political wind-bag who knows he fucked up, and  is desperate for your vote, says the words without PROPER attestation, he instead used false and half counted statistics!

The President chose to make jokes and mocked those requesting more border security funding...
“Maybe they’ll say we need a moat,” Obama said of Republicans pushing for more border security funding amid the lower crime statistics. “Or alligators in the moat. They’ll never be satisfied. And I understand that. That’s politics.”
 Read whole news article here

A moat, seriously??  OMG!  FYI, Mr. President, the Rio Grande River is a mighty deep river that rages on, stealing lives everyday.   Your pitiful "moat" would be nothing to add.  If you choose to insult people with idiocies, such as that remark, at least know what the fuck you are talking about!  I would have expected something a little more "witty" from a self-important, egotistical man like yourself, however, I forgot... you are not at your best without your teleprompter!


Is THAT the kind of man we want leading our country??   The kind of man who laughs at those in danger,  slapping the faces of those families who have had loved ones already killed on our "safe and secure" border streets, blaming others and making jokes about moats to justify his neglected campaign promises??  


The news headlines are filled with proof of this violence EVERY DAY!!  How it can be down-played is beyond me... here are more news articles.  If you don't read them all, that's fine, but at least pay attention to the dates of when they were written... all of the articles were written within days before, during and after the President's visit on May 10th, 2011, announcing the "safe and secure" border BS and making jokes about moats and alligators.    So how can a "safe and secure declaration be made if the events in these articles are happening??  Read and decide for yourself just how "safe and secure" you would feel?
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How can our streets suddenly be "safe and secure" when it was just last week that we found yet more LIVE hand grenades laying in our public streets from the "SPILL -OVER" that IS happening right now (or not happening, depending on which elected fool with whom you are speaking)!   How many grenades is that now... I lost count.  Boy, I sure am thankful for that "safe and secure" feeling in my gut (and no shrapnel either)!

I live less than 15 minutes (driving) from the border of Mexico, it is a war zone in a lot of these areas.  I used to enjoy sitting on the docks of the Rio Grande River, watching the boaters, enjoying the scenery.  Now, all you see on the other side of the river are men, some Mexican Military, others... well... are not "official" military... but ALL are carrying very large guns and standing under trees, staring back at YOU!  Oh yeah - they see you LONG before you see them, I promise!  Here's something fun... I challenge anyone to drive a pick up truck or an SUV along the border wall area at dusk.  Think of it as a game I will call, "flee for your life". Here's how to play:  Assuming you survive the Mexican cartels, the corrupt mexican military and the hundreds of illegals that line our border walls, river banks and our streets... assuming none of these people run you down and kill you, or kidnap you for ransom, or try to jump into your car and take over... when you get back to your "safe and secure" home count the bullet holes in your vehicle, the shrapnel pieces sticking out of your vehicle and jot down your escalated heart rate.  Divide the total by how many seconds it took you to lock your door in a panic and enter the number in the "comments" section of this blog... 
if you live to post - you win!!

I imagine that after the President made his "safe ad secure" speech, he quickly high-tailed it out of the area, back on his "safe and secure" Air Force One, so he wouldn't be hit with a stray grenade.  Mr. President - you don't live here and you have never even been here until last week!!  If you want to declare something that is an absolute non-truth then declare yourself President for another four years!   If you want to help clean up our streets then please take our crooked, sheep-like, political ass-kissing sheriff with you to help build your moat to surround your land of make believe -  But remember that the lips you feel on your ass then, just may be those alligators!

This is DaCanon Blasting off!

All linked articles published in "The Monitor" online at  http://www.themonitor.com/