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I had Some Young Gun last night.....

I love Barry....he just doesn’t give a hoot..

He could probably pop in on a few old friends while in the -”....Stahns”...he must have some ex-BF’s from his old college-stahn days.

I am soooo tired of him...

How nice to hear from a real man, smart,controlled...with class too.

God Bless him!

(but I would pay good money to just see him slap that clueless weasel on the back of his head and call him a moron)...

sorry-had to vent

Mrs C

I agree....I am SO ready to go Home!

God Bless you...I know what it’s like to take care of someone at home, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

You are so right; that is what they were designed for=death.

Even when hospice comes to your home,it’s to hasten things along and save money.

Hope you are well, and thank you for sharing.Your husband was blessed to have you....

Mrs CT Hillbilly

This should be in breaking news..accidental poisoning? Really?

I have never envied what Wall Street execs/workers do everyday...never.

Their job would make me crazy, depressed, and I would probably take up drinking.

That said, I think they earn their money. They do a job that I couldn’t do and don’t want to do, BUT if I CHOSE to do it, I could...and make the money they make.

And yes,there are thieves and liars among them, but that is true of ANY profession; there are bad apples everywhere, that’s part of life for goodness sake!

OTOH, reporters, “journolists”, and sad to say teachers, are jobs that are way over paid. (I just heard a teacher screamimg somehwere)...they make themselves and their profession to be the first rung of sainthood...a job that requires you to be better than and above the rest of us...sure. Right.

DO NOT EVEN get me started on TEACHERS...I am old enough to remember real teachers AND I also remember when they started striking every August; I experienced my first strike at 6 years old...and I NEVER FORGOT it...it’s the main reason I am a Conservative today!

Sounds like a fascinating man. Bet he tells some really good tales!

My uncle worked at the Pentagon starting in the Kennedy years and he always had great stories to tell.

I always tried to get him to write a book;he was an excellent writer and writing reports etc was a large part of his job. He was even asked to”moonlight” and help out some speech writers for a couple of Presidents; he did it once and hated it, so he declined a second time.He was honored to be asked, he said, because he spent a lot of money on an education to learn how to sell, bribe and impress with a well-turned sentence or phrase. Or, as his wife called it, BS. And he could BS 5 star Generals, but he could never get one over on his wife!

Sadly he passed without ever writing that book,but I am better for having known him. He was a real patriot and even passed on the 4th of July....

Mrs CT Hillbilly

we have the road race thing going on here too....and like you said, they are even worse in packs!

If I were a skinny guy on a skinny bike wearing spandex, I would be VERY careful who I said what to out here in the country.

This area is full of Swamp Yankees and they don’t take kindly to ANYONE telling them what to do or how to do it. And they may not yell back or shoot you (lots of hunting weapons out here), but they are very very creative and patient when it comes to pay back. My hubby is one...best friend you could ever have...worst enemy too and an enemy for life.

Every spring, he and his buddies wait for “those spandex a*****es”, and when they have a race and want fresh country air? My husband and his friends light the smelliest, smokiest fire using venison and fish bones/parts...and put on bluegrass and spend the day honing their fire skills and dreaming up new ways to get back at them...

yes, it seems silly (sorry honey) But those spandex a*****es used to yell at my barking dogs-fenced in dogs who were doing their job-telling me to “control my dogs”...blah blah...”nothing but white trash”...said this TO ME...with of course no man around.

So I let the guys do what they want!

Mrs CT Hillbilly

Did “Dear Abby” have a license to practice counseling/therapy?

It’s kind of ironic; here is a diabetic trying to help other diabetics and they say no-you need a license.

But when Paula Dean announced she had been diabetic for 3 years, the SHTF and people said she should have been helping other diabetics cook/eat better foods, instead of her (delicious) Southern “high-fat” cooking. Is she a certified nutrionist?

So, which is it?

What do you mean? Just the cyclists?

I live in CT and we have the Lance wanna-be’s on our road all of the time because it’s a winding country road, not much traffic.

Last summer, we were cooking our steak dinner on an apple wood fire, and a group of them came by and started yelling at us about the smoke. “thanx for burning your trash, my lungs really appreciate it” one guy said....another one said something about us recycling our trash instead of burning it...

What a bunch of elitist dumb**s snobs!

I understand what you mean and I didn’t mean that you were heartless...and it is a tough call when an animal is born with a birth defect. I have a kitty that was feral, was born with a dislocated jaw and she’s never grown bigger than 4 lbs. We took her in because she couldn’t eat and would have died outside. It took us 3-4 years to gain her complete trust (she was just skitish with strange noises)and we just cared for her and gave her a cushion of her own. We talked about putting her down, but she was so healthy once we took her inside.She is still with us and has the loudest meow I have ever heard; she’s the dinner bell.
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To me, that kitty with the twisted legs looked pretty darn happy... Before and after the surgery. And personally, that is my way of deciding what is best; if an animal is suffering, no matter what I WANT, it is more important to give them what they NEED.I had to put down my 17 yr old terrier-it was THE hardest thing I have ever done.She was such a fighter, but she was suffering and she would continue to suffer just to be a good dog-for me. And I couldn’t let her do that....
I would never put an animal thru anything just to make myself feel better. I know there are people like that,( I think they’re called Liberals!!).

So I apologize; sometimes when you type words, they lack the gentle nature meant to go with them.....have a good night!

Mrs CT Hillbilly

It’s called compassion.

And I have cared for feral cats and stopped the cycle on my property by catching them and neutering them-and I paid for all 30 of them-it took 2 years.

My next door neighbor had sheep and just fed them. He only did what he had to with them and every few months one would get sick and he would shoot it. I think he only had them because he liked to shoot them. He didn’t have a compassionate bone in his body, and would always let “nature do her thing”.He always told us to just “shoot all those damn cats”.
Now he shoots squirrels that get near his birdfeeder.I cringe every time I hear a shot.

We have dominion over the earth and especially with domestic animals, it is our duty to care for them.
As long as it is private money that is used for these animals that are thrown away and/or mistreated and/or defective-there is no issue.

And yes-people kill babies-THE WORST thing I think, that humans do...if I could, I would stop it tomorrow. It is horrific and barbaric...so for now, while I work on that, I choose to care for animals-they are not human, but compassion is compassion.

Mrs C

she had a tumor on her face just below her ear-I can’t remember what the exact name of it was, but it had to do with the ear canal. It wasn’t on her ear though, just below it-kind of where the face puffs out a little? It was a big long name.It was a few years ago...cannot get the brain to remember...
It looked like she had scratched herself; there was a little hole-just a bit bigger than a pin hole and of course I cleaned it off and kept an eye on it. Like I said, she was a pushy kitty, so I thought maybe one of the other cats scratched her, it was just odd looking.

After a few days, it had gotten larger and was infected, so off she went to the vet...she thought the same thing and gave us antibiotics, cleaned it etc.

Long story short, it started to get larger everyday and of course was oozing etc. It was awful...nothing helped it...took her back to the vet and she took one look at it and I could tell she knew and it was bad-you could tell at that point there was a mass-the cheek area looked puffier; when the vet wiped it a little to clean it, it just opened wide and I didn’t know what I was looking at-I think it was bone. I started crying and they kept her of course.
They called us the next day and told us it was cancer of the_______ ?it’s like the lower part of the ear inside. It was really big and was actually stretching the skin open...it was terrible.It was growing from the inside out.I don’t know if it was a certain kind of cancer/tumor-I don’t remember anything being said about that.

We took her home and the tumor looked a lot better-like it just needed to be drained.I thought maybe the vet was wrong.

About 2 weeks went by and it wasn’t oozing much, so we thought it WAS getting better.
Then one morning I couldn’t find her; she was on top of my kitchen cabinets and her face was so swollen, her eye was swollen shut. She couldn’t see to get down, so I had to go up and get her.

After that, it started oozing more and we knew we would have to make a decision.

The next day,she stopped eating and was hiding and I told my husband I would call and bring her in in the morning; I got up and she had passed ...and she was on Buddy’s bed.

I cried for days!!! It’s so hard with cancer; she really didn’t seem to be in pain or even bothered by it.She cried once when she scratched it, but that was it.You don’t know whether to put them down right away, or wait-hoping they might make it.

Sorry for the long post-I start talking about my animals and they are really my family as I have no children of my own..(unless you count my hubby!) ;), and I just go on and on!
We’ve rescued a lot of cats and even took care of feral cats that “came with the property”, so I have a lot of stories!
Good luck with your kitty...just do the best you can and give kitty a little extra love, I think that’s all they want when they’re sick....

Mrs CT Hillbilly

What concerned me is the article states that he has scrubbed his social accounts of “offensive” material....
such as??

That does not bode well...

My late Rottie, Buddy, fell in love with our calico, Chi-Chi.
I am convinced that that dog loved pain.

He put up with biting and scratching, just so he could lick her.The other cats never liked her, as she was always a bit pushy, to put it nicely, so I just thought she was treating him badly because she was nasty to everyone-except us.

Finally, after about a year, she broke down and was smitten. Whenever he came into the room, she would meow and go up to him rubbing against him and he would try to do the same but would end up knocking her over (he was 120lbs). She would roll around and end up on her back, grab his snout and he’d lick her tummy.
Sometimes we had to break it up (hey-you 2 get a room!, my husband would say and they would stop-I swear!) and I’d have to clean up his slobber.

When she wasn’t in the mood, she’d whack him on his head a few times and sometimes he’d walk away, other times he’d crouch, wag his tail and bark at her. She loved it and would keep hitting him so he’d keep barking. When I would come to see what the commotion was, they’d both look up at me with that-what? who me? expression.

At night,I would go around the house turning off the lights,and after a couple of nights, I realized I was always walking over Buddy. Why aren’t you in your bed? I’d ask him. Well, when I went into our other den where the $$$ dog beds were, there, in the middle of this enormous bed,was Chi-Chi. This became a nightly ritual and he only slept on his bed during the day. Sometimes, when he slept on the floor, she would come and sleep next to him too.

Buddy got sick and died rather suddenly from kidney disease and about 6 months later, Chi-Chi was diagnosed with cancer and before we could even decide whether to put her down, she died.
She used to spend all of her time at the window looking outside for him; it was so sad, just broke my heart.

We buried Chi-Chi on our property in the dog cemetery, right next to Buddy....she is the only cat buried there.

...you read about these pet “love stories” and always wonder if they are true; I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes!

Pets are such a gift from above; I don’t know what I would do without them.

Mrs CT Hillbilly

How did the supposedly coolest and most hip President turn into some weird old fogey “uncle” who has a crazy explanation for everything?

He and his minions are just plain crazy!

...and Carney just does what he’s told...but only when they let him out of his windowless room behind the briefing room stage...he always looks nervous to me, like an abused dog...

I don’t click on a lot of videos-unless of course there is a cat playing the piano or my new fav-”Dogs Dining”-but something told me this one was special...it gave me goosebumps....it was a great reminder of what I’m fighting for...wish I could play it for my nephews.

They are old enough to understand it and they don’t like Obama etc for one very simple reason: all I did was explain when they asked me,(I was shocked when they did) what abortion was-that was all they needed.I didn’t even have to get graphic....

Even children know it’s wrong, no matter what.

The Mrs

What do they mean by “specific”?

What do they mean by “credible”?

What do they mean by “allegations”?

And pray tell-what is the definition of “misconduct” when defined by the most immoral,hideous and corrupt WH in history?

The Mrs

if I’m going to tell my enemies-or as McCain would say-”my good friends across the aisle” how I’m fighting my battles against them I would tell them what I want them to think.

I would never tell them or show them what I’m really doing...even if I had to set up a “war room” and pay 20 yr olds to surf the web all day, I would.

But in another room down the hall from the “War Room” is where I would be plotting their demise...I don’t know anything about running a campaign, I’m just a housewife, but it seems pretty simple to me.

I don’t play cards at all either and maybe it’s because I have a Scorpio’s secretive streak, but whether war or what I have in my handbag-you’ll only know what I WANT you to know...and I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks this way. It’s why I don’t believe everything I read..or see.

I have to go bake some cookies now...or DO I????

;^)

Mrs CtHillbilly