19:32 - BANNED AND MORE!
Current mood: annoyed
Category: Pets and Animals

I encourage you participate if you have an opinion:
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alltel@custhelp.com

(Alltel Corporate Employee) Sheila,

Since you have not addressed the issue of my banishment, I must assume that you support it. I do not believe I will remain an Alltel customer under these circumstances (especially since I can never, ever again go into one of your stores). And, people reading my report on this matter in the United States, Canada and other countries around the world are encouraging me to do just that, citing problems with Alltel and other companies in their respective countries.

I have hundreds of readers and they are following the developments of this matter very closely. Each letter I receive and send are posted in five different venues with five different audiences. The feedback I have been getting (from other Alltel customers and other with cell phones) some of which I have forwarded to you, is unanimously bad for the phone companies.

And don't thank me for being an Alltel customer. Not yet.

Kathleen Fairweather

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(Reply from Alltel's Shiela)

Dear Kathleen Fairweather,

Thank you for your reply.

It is not my decision to not banish you from the retail stores, for I was not there to witness the behavior of you nor the manager/rep you dealt with. It has been noted to the account the behavior that you presented in the retail so therefore the actions you presented caused for the retail manager to make that decision. I have forwarded all information and emails, to the proper management team. They will review the notes on the account as well, I can assure the issue is being dealt with.

Thank you for emailing Alltel. Have a great day!

Sincerely,

Sheila
Alltel Online Customer Service

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Dear Shiela,

I cannot believe you are unable to lift a ban on a customer who had a horrible experience with one employee at one store, made no threats and was called a liar by the manager. If your company is so ineffective and treats its customers this way, then you don't deserve to be in business. This is exactly like putting me on a terrorist watch list for telling an airport employee to get his hand off my breast.

If you are unable to make this decision, give me the name and number/email of someone who can.

Thank you and have a wonderful day.

Kathleen Fairweather

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Sheila D.'s email is
alltel@custhelp.com

Currently reading : Company Report: FOR ALLTEL CORP(AT) provided BY MORGAN KEEGAN, INC. Release date: 2004-08-06

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14:37 - ALLTEL UPDATE!!!!!
Current mood: aggravated
Category: Pets and Animals

UPDATE!
The Alltel Response:

Dear Kathleen Fairweather,
Thank you for taking the time to make us aware of this experience. Your feedback is important and essential to the success of our company. My name is Sheila and I will be glad to help communicate this experience to the proper persons.
I'm very sorry that your needs were not met appropriately and in a respectable manner. Alltel strives to provide the best possible service to our Customers and I feel confident that your encounter in dealing with Phil was an isolated incident.
In order for our employees to provide you with the award winning Customer service we strive for, I have forwarded your feedback to the appropriate Alltel Management member. Any needed training will be applied as soon as possible.
Again, thank you for sharing your concerns and we truly appreciate you!
Please let me know if I can be of further assistance. Thank you for choosing Alltel. I appreciate your business.
Sincerely,
Sheila
Alltel Online Customer Service

My Response:

Sheila,
I appreciate your reassurances.  However, I do believe that being banned from entering every single Alltel store in the universe forever is rather harsh for finally simply asking this fellow if he was full of it.  His stubborn denial of fact was unprofessional and downright childish.   I expect this matter to be handled by professionals.  In the past I have been trusted with safely sheltering 1.5 million people in the face of a hurricane and assisting thousands of people find housing after Katrina.  My experience with real professionals leaves me with a very low threshold for ego and bull.   Let me know when you have resolved this issue completely.
Kathleen Fairweather

Following are some responses to the original blog from around the world:

"I love it! I have had problems like that at sprint." -Ann and Pixie

"Any needed training will be applied as soon as possible.
ZOMG!!!! They're sending him to a Chinese Govt re-education camp!!!!" -Peter

"I think I'd volunteer to be banned from a company with service like that, in fact, I'd insist on it.  Are there no consumer protection laws in Texas? In the UK you'd be entitled to a full refund and possibly the pleasure of ramming the phone up Phil's lazy arse (w/o lube)." - Pommie in the UK

"Where the hell is Chuck Norris when people need him the most?"- Hendri in Indonesia

"Doesn't Texas sometimes seem to resemble a country like Saudi Arabia, with its great heat, its oil wealth, its brimming houses of worship, and its weekly executions?" quote from Martin Amis by Peter in the UK

"Wicked woman..
.. when I had to change over my "mobile" i.e. cell phone.. I was supplied with one that wouldn't charge!
(Pls note that the whole country had to convert to a new signal system as the old one was discontinued .. the main telephone provider is still the ex-Gov. one, Telstra.. Samsung had the contract for replacement phones and must have made a packet supplying them to plan holders.)
Now: My new mobile/cell worked for a short period and the next day it wouldn't turn on even though I had charged it overnight. The salesperson took out the battery and put one in from another phone as a test and sure enough my battery was defective. Now you would think they'd give me a new battery or a new phone, wouldn't you? No, not so easy.. they had to send it back to the manufacturer so that the manufacturer could say that the battery was defective. Then Samsung would replace the battery. Apparently I was the only person that this had ever happened to with this type of phone at the store I purchased it at .. they had sold 100s of my model of phone and it had never happened before. I said, "well it has now."
I was given a "courtesy" phone which I hated.. all the other courtesy phones were out on loan.. and had to wait for six weeks until my phone came back. They told me that up front. I bought a phone one day.. the next it wouldn't work and I had to wait six weeks for a new battery.
The salesman said his hands were tied and that he had to follow protocol. I still hate my new phone and have never programmed in all the numbers I use to have.. it takes longer to make a call from your contacts list.. you have to go through 4 menus first.. the replacement phone my dad got has white numerals on tiny silver keypads so it is very hard for him to use and read..
..phone companies are a pain.. and btw picking a fight with the Telstra salesman here is not an option.. he is one very obnoxious person." - Liz in Australia

Currently reading : Former attorney strikes back. (Whispers).(Susan Stevens files lawsuit against Alltel Corp.)(Brief Article): An article from: Arkansas Business Release date: 2005-06-01

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17:44 - The Big Flood
Current mood: sneezy
Category: Pets and Animals

Apparently while we were gone to floods in Illinois, dad was battling the floods of Fannin St. here at home.  When we got back we found a "Is the hose in the drain, dumbass?" sign over the washer and he regaled us with tales of flooding three rooms by cleaning out the drain, forgetting to put the hose back in and running the washer.  Needless to say, the water missed the drain and went all over the floor.

Well, anyways, mom put a blanket in the washer the day before yesterday and the washer did the "Blanket Dance", pulling the hose out of the drain and spraying water for quite a while before she said to me, "Man, that washer is taking a long time to spin!"  Going to the laundry room, we discovered a tidal flood, one so large that it actually was affected by the gravitational pull of the moon!  After shutting down the washer, mom bent over to start cleaning it up with towels, but she ran out.  So she called Emily and said, "I need you to come home.  We've got another flood and I need you to watch Kemper."  Emily griped at her and said she was on her way home and hung up before mom could ask her to get a wet/dry vac.  She called back to ask and Emily said, "I can borrow Cat's" (one of Emily's friends). 

So mom used all the towels she could find (six because the towels here have begun to turn up missing.  Perhaps they are being towel-napped.  Watch out, next it will be napkin-napping.  I prefer cat-napping)  Anyways, with the carpets getting soaked and The Emily sitting there like a gargoyle glowering for thirty minutes, mom finally got ready to go to the hardware store to get a wet-dry vac.  There was too much water and not enough sop.  The Emily got angry and said, "I TOLD you I would get Cat's!"  Mom said, "That was half and HOUR ago!  I need it NOW!" 
The Emily responded, "OK! OK!  I'll go get it NOW!"  and she stomped out the door and slammed it.   Mom just shook her head.

Consequently, the carpet in the bedroom has molded to that same mold, mom says, that made her so sick when she was at Hurricane Katrina.  She doesn't know what she's going to do.  Maybe just rip it out and leave it concrete until her next job.  She doesn't think dad will rent a carpet cleaner to clean it.  He's an all-or-nothing kind of fella.  It's either ALL got to be replaced or it's ALL got to stay.  That's why they've bought so many vacuum cleaners and lawn mowers.  He won't pay to get them fixed.  If he can't do it, it goes into the garage and they get another one.  Mom says, just because you can't fix it yourself, doesn't mean it can't be fixed.  She said Morgan's car was like that, too.  Dad thought since the engine got wet it was ruined, but we gave it to a kid who cleaned and dried the engine and he got it going fine.

ANYWAYS, the point is that when mom bent over to start cleaning with towels, she didn't know that her phone fell out of her pocket.  It sat in an inch of water for quite a while.  Yesterday we went and got another phone.  The memory, however, was shot.  So here is the point of this story:

Please send us your phone numbers.  We have lost them all. Call mom's phone and she'll have your number.  Or you can send it to her at my email perryforpresident@gmail.com.  Also, all her pictures are lost, so she'll have to visit you all again to get a picture to go with your !  (Hee hee, that will be the fun part!)

So, sorry to put you to all the trouble.  But you know what they say in FEMA: Fluds iz Fludz!

UPDATE:  The closet in the bedroom is all wet and moldy.  Mom actually had to CLEAN OUT HER CLOSET today!!!

Thanks,
Perry

Currently reading : The Tin Roof Blowdown (Dave Robicheaux Mysteries) By James Lee Burke

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22:20 - How Pig Oil Ruined America
Current mood: aggravated
Category: Pets and Animals

• On the news this morning it was reported that Americans traveled 1.4 billion fewer miles than during the same period last year. The high price of gasoline is cited as the primary cause.  A side effect of this is a huge reduction of government budget money for the repair and replacement of roads and bridges in America. ( http://www.kare11.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=520111&catid=2)
• Floods in the Midwest have destroyed millions of acres of farmland.  Corn, already priced higher than normal because it is being used to make ethanol instead of feeding cows and people (look at your labels, folks, corn syrup is in almost everything!) is going for record, sky-high prices.  The cost of shipping food with extravagantly priced diesel fuel is making for bigger and bigger tickets at the grocery store.  Grocery purchases are eating into those luxury item purchases like shoes and clothes and electricity.
• Our "oil man" president's economic stimulus package gave everyone in America enough money to pay off their gasoline credit card for a month.  Almost.  Great news for the oil companies, right?

With the administration in favor of the financial suction of Pig Oil and their blatant rape of this country's economic system, oil barons who posted billions in profits after one of the biggest catastrophic disasters in this nation's history got away with price gouging of the highest order.  Their excuses about losing refining capacity is belied by their lack of investment in building new refineries with their ill-gotten gains.  And their token attempts to support "green" technology is simply a way of deflecting the direct criticism they deserve.

This winter, who will assist those freezing elderly Americans on the president's reamed out social security program who can't afford to move to Florida or other sunshine states and can't afford the high cost of heating oil?  Will we have to depend on Venezuelan president Hugo Chavez for relief again?

It's time we stopped feeding the pigs and started cleaning the barn.  This country can be energy independent with non-combustible fuels in ten years with some effort and the loss of absolute power of the oil companies.  We did it for Kennedy, we can do it for ourselves.  After all, he just challenged us to go to the moon.

Perry Tenitiss

Currently reading : A Welcome Grave (Lincoln Perry) By Michael Koryta Release date: 2008-06-03

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19:34 - Tony’s Too: Service With A Sigh
Current mood: hungry
Category: Pets and Animals

Currently reading : A Welcome Grave (Lincoln Perry) By Michael Koryta Release date: 2008-06-03

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03:54 - Alright! I’ve Had Enough!
Current mood: sleepy
Category: Pets and Animals

I swear, I've just about had enough of all this mess.  Mom got an email from someone at FEMA in Washington telling her to check out the Human Capital Hot Site or something like that.  Then I had to listen to her grumble and rant about dehumanziation in the government for an hour or so.  Personally, I think dehumanization in leadership is just what the country ordered considering how much better an under cover cop a badger would be, or just as example, a cat for president. 
 
But that's not what she was talking about.  She means how humans in the government treat other humans.  The policy is set by the Administration (Dubya strikes again) and this one wants to quantify humans as objects instead of encouraging individual strengths, original thought or allowing any possible spark of a new idea to light the darkness.  That, my friends, is stagnation and that is what this administration is all about.
 
And just look around.  Stagnation breeds disease and deterioration.  The US is no longer the leader, no longer economically sound.  Our children can't read a recipe or operate an oven, for that matter, or even walk a mile because of the poor diets we have been feeding them.  High-fat, low-fiber, slow-fast food will give them all heart attacks by the time they are 40.  The next generation will have to learn fast.  If there's anyone to teach them.  Who will read to the next generation?  The grandparents?
 
But, to get back to mom's ranting.  She was upset at being referred to as "Human Capital".  So, of course you know mom, she sent back a reply that went like this:
 
Dear FEMA Division of Human Capital,
 
I know that it is the latest catch phrase, but I am not human capital.  You (the collective you) do not own me, nor may you invest me.  I will not be spent or traded, hoarded or given to some "mavericks" as a possible tax write off.
 
If I must be described in non-human terms, I would prefer to be known as a canine.  I am loyal, pleasant, trainable, well-groomed, affectionate, intelligent, house trained and like to sleep on the bed.  I only whine when mistreated.  I am eager to make my masters happy.  And like a canine, I am FEMA flexible.  They, after all, can lick… (well, you know.)
 
So, instead of HUMAN CAPITAL, please refer to me as something more than just an asset which must be warehoused or utilized.  Call me a FEMA DOG. 
 
Kathleen "Rover" Fairweather
 
Personally, I don't know why she picked a dog.  Not when she had all this cat experience, but I do understand her indignant attitude.  I hate being called a feline because that includes all the tigers and lions (lazy) and cheetahs and ocelots (blurry) and margays and pumas (funny looking) and all those mixidy wild cats running around unhomed and wild, spitting out kittens here and there and everywhere.  Hrmph!
 
But I think mom's right.  If her employers aren't going to bother to call her human, at least they can stay in the mammalian order.  Human, cat, dog, elephant, weasel- at that level they're all the same.  Except it seems you have to be the last to become president any more.
 
Perry

Currently watching : Planet in Peril (2 DVD set) Release date: 2007-11-13

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19:46 - Flat Cats and Sponges
Current mood: blustery
Category: Pets and Animals

Hello all my friends and supporters!

I'm sorry it's been so long since my last communiqué,  but with mom on the road with the disasters it's  been a little difficult to slow down enough to get my thoughts together (and get mom to wake up and type for me).  She's been putting in 12 hour days and she's cranky when she gets back to the hotel.  Well, you know, with her sore hips and all.  I forgive her, anyways.

We're in Quincy, Illinois, right across the Mississippi River from the birthplace of Samuel Clemens, Hannibal, Missouri.   (think I got enough commas in that one?)  It's a nice town, lots of red brick houses (LOTS of red bricks) and some beautiful architecture downtown from the 1800s.  I'm going to try to sneak down there and climb some gargoyles on the post office.  Which reminds me, mom and her friend Susan went down to the post office today to mail KK a book about bad babies.  When the guy asked if there was anything in the package that was liquid or hazardous, mom popped off with her usual smart aleck remark, "No, it's just a dried-out flat cat I'm sending home for a Frisbee."  Boy, did that guy do a double-take!  He looked at her and said, "WHAT did you say?"  Susan started to laugh and said, "She's joking." Mom said, "No, it's dried, not liquid, don't worry."  He smiled and said, "We did have someone mail a cat one time.  He was getting divorced and mailed his wife's cat to her… dead.  It stunk!"  Susan got grossed out and mom just said, "So, she got her cat back then."  Sometimes I think mom is a bit too cavalier about the subject of dead cats.

There have been a lot of people come into where mom works whose houses are still sitting under water.  Since the levy broke, there is no place for the water to go downstream.  It just sits.  It's too humid to evaporate, so these folks are looking at a long haul ending with a tremendous amount of damages.  Not good at all.

Now, we can't tell you about any real people, but for examples I can write about cases and substitute some of the details.

One family called in and said the water was finally down at their house, so they asked for the inspector to come look.  When the couple came in, they said they had a slight problem.  It seems that the lady had a world-class collection of rare sponges which she had brought home from the university to clean right before the floods.  When the levy broke, the sponges got wet, expanded and pushed out the walls of the house.  Consequently the home was unsafe as many of the roof beams were unsupported by the walls.  (Sponges, especially wet ones, do not hold up rooves).  When the inspector arrived, he found it impossible to enter the structure or even look inside as the sponges still contained most of the water they had absorbed and blocked access to the interior of the home.  As you can see, each disaster poses unique and difficult challenges for the survivors and the recovery specialists sent there to help them.

Personally, I do my very best to stay away from the water.  I am, after all, a cat.  But it is difficult not to want to see the results of such an unusual event.  Mom doesn't like to go out "sightseeing" in disaster areas.  She says she's seen plenty.  But I like to go out with the Community Relations workers who travel from one disaster site to another spreading the word that FEMA is in town and ready to help.  When I do ride with them, I see some pretty amazing things.  Entire fields of corn and soybeans are under water- acres upon acres.  This is an entire year's income for some families and the loss can result in hunger, homelessness and poverty.  Combine that with the enormously piggish price of gasoline and even those with less damage can't afford to drive to the recovery center- even if they carpool.   I look around and see the precarious position this country is in.  It makes me want to bite someone.  Let's make it a republican.

Oh, and we did have a tornado warning here in Adams county today.  A big storm went over us here at the Veteran's Retirement Center (a beautiful place with lots of big green lawns, tall trees and .. water for critters to live in.  I've seen lots of squirrels, some mice and of course tons of birdies.  But back to the tornado)  When Paul, one of mom's bosses, had mom put the radar up on her 'puter, she got the Doppler loop going and there seemed to be an area of rotation.  It was off to the south a bit, though, so we weren't worried.  A while later it was reported that there was a tornado warning in the southeast part of the county (we are on the west center border).  The people from New England were a little nervous, but mom told them not to worry- they had Fairweather there at the DRC.  Tsk tsk, mom!

I tell you what, I was really worried today.  I went out back where the nurses were smoking to watch the birdies out by the Alzheimer's wing.  It's kinda sad there sometimes because the people there on the fenced in porch get upset because they're locked in and don't know how to get out.  They like it when mom goes out singing, so she tries to do it a lot.  Anyways, while I was out prowling on the chain link, I saw the biggest bird I ever saw without the protection of glass between us.  It was a huge black crow!  It was almost as big as I was (although I know I weigh more.  I could have taken him in a pinch).  He looked at me sideways the way birdies do, with those yellow eyes of his and squawked RIGHT AT ME!  I was so startled by the noise I almost fell right off the fence into the dumpster!  I recovered quickly and hunkered down in my best African lion imitation.  I pretended I was going to strike right at his throat.  And do you know what he did?  He turned his back to me and shook his tail!  Wow, he was a brave bird (or a stupid one).  Crows may have big, nasty beaks, but I've got the SUPER MEGA CLAWS!  I could have ripped him from beak to butt in an instant.  But, because it was starting to rain, I decided to let him go without a fight and get back inside.  I knew I still had the security guard Anthony as back up.  He has a Magnum.  Yeah.

Well, I think mom is ready to crash, so I'd better let you go.  I have some special messages for some folks out there:

JUDY: There's another cat in MI, they think she's pregnant

MARGE:  Look up and smile for the satellite photos

ZOE:  I really wish I was there

EMILY:  Love ya, sickie!

GUY:  Thanks for the door!

FRIEDA:  So, where's the first chapter?

JO: Get that resume done, bud!

LIZ:  Hang in there, keed.  (even though you're upside down!)

STEPH:  OK! The 18^TH!

BETH: Make Morgan eat spinach!

BARB:  Make Stephanie eat spinach!

TESS: Who loves ya, baby?

GRACE:  I'm working for Susan Sohni

MIKE:  So, where's the second chapter?

Thank you again for your faithful support.

Perry

Currently reading : The Mystery of 2012: Predictions, Prophecies & Possibilities By Gregg Braden

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12:49 - The Haunted Potty
Current mood: adventurous
Category: Pets and Animals

Howdy and greetings. Mom and I have been watching old Hillary crumble. Why, they asked Hillary, did you run? "Because it's there" (oh, wrong Hillary)

Well mom and I have been puttering around. She has shorter hours now so she can spend more time playing with me and grooming me so I can be more beautiful. She got over that nasty cold, but in order to stretch out her lungs she's doing exercises... she's singing.. LOUD. She sang for an hour the other day and I just about scratched my way under the door. It's not necessarily that it's so bad (although since she had pneumonia last year she has some trouble hitting all the notes) but she keeps singing the same songs over and over and over... YIKERS! If I hear about birds gotta swim and fish gotta fly (or whatever) one more time I'm gonna rip her throat out, I swear. But lately she's been singing what she says is a "sexy" version of the Rubber Ducky song. It's not too bad but it's kinda wierd, ya know? Sexy rubber ducky?

Mom's friend Rose came back from the mobile recovery center. That's where they travel to places that are small and the damage is scattered all over a wide area. She was telling Rose about stealing that guy's keys and Rose reminded mom that she had done the same thing to her about three weeks earlier. They got a good laugh out of that. Rose said that no one's keys are safe as long as mom's around. Mom agreed. So did everyone else, who then took the opportunity to check their purses and pockets. No on is really safe, you know.


Rose told a story on herself, though. She said she was out shopping and looking at shoes. She went to look at one and put her purse on the glass counter. Rose said, "It just SHATTERED all over the place!" Then she said she looked around and said, "Those damned kids!" I really like that Rose.

Let me tell you about where we work. It is an old Montgomery Wards building at a Dying Mall. (get the classical reference? No? aw, shucks) At one end are the entrance doors. WAAAAAAAAAY far at the other end and off in the far right corner is the litter box room for humans. And, of course, mom works right up by the front door. Plus between her and the box room is a warren of prairie dog towns (work cubicles) to negotiate around. By the time she gets there, it's over a mile.

I don't have any problem, though. The walls are only six feet high, so I can just hop from one to the other, as the crow flies, so to speak.

Anyways, the other morning mom came back from the box and looked a little confused (not unusual, true, but not usually from a trip to the box). She told her friend Frieda that while she was in there the potty she was sitting on ROSE! She said it was like when someone sits on the other side of a teeter totter and they are bigger than you. Frieda always trying to keep mom calm, of course, said something about having tiny earthquakes in the area lately. I rolled my beautiful golden eyes.

Two days later, mom was in there and said she heard "jingle bells" while she was in there. I wondered if there wasn't some other weed in the salad she had for lunch. I bet it was water going through the pipes because I have pretty good ears, you know? And that's the only thing I heard that day.

Well, now mom is convinced that it's a haunted litterbox. Yesterday she said she heard moaning in there. She didn't think there was anyone there, but I bet it was just someone in another stall who had tomatoes for lunch. (Why do they call getting sick from vegetables SALMONella? Salmon is GOOD!)

And, last night dad and Kemper Kitty came in from Amarillo. KK was very excited and very tired. We made him walk all the way over to a restaurant that was farther away from the hotel than the box is from mom's desk. AND back! Then dad gave him a bath and by the time he was done (chasing me around in his royal nekkidness) he settled down and went to sleep in the bed with dad. I curled up with mom, bus she was tossing and turning because the flicker from the basketball game kept waking her up. She's SUCH a princess! wienie!

So, today dad and KK came to work and mom took them out to lunch at El Chicos. KK got another spoonful of hot sauce (with cheese) and looked like an angry red dragon spitting fire out of his mouth. But, he ate rice and chips and queso, so he was doing ok. He was getting a little sleepy and cranky so dad said it was a good time to go visit Vonda! hee hee... she's dad's step mom and KK's step great grand mom. But dad will take KK back to the room because he was getting cranky and tired, too.

And that's about it for today. The books finally came in, the ones mom and I wrote. They look pretty cool and they're really small. I'm not in it, dang it, so it's not as good as it could be, but I like it anyways.

Later,
Perry

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12:49 - The Haunted Potty
Current mood: adventurous
Category: Pets and Animals

Howdy and greetings. Mom and I have been watching old Hillary crumble. Why, they asked Hillary, did you run? "Because it's there" (oh, wrong Hillary)

Well mom and I have been puttering around. She has shorter hours now so she can spend more time playing with me and grooming me so I can be more beautiful. She got over that nasty cold, but in order to stretch out her lungs she's doing exercises... she's singing.. LOUD. She sang for an hour the other day and I just about scratched my way under the door. It's not necessarily that it's so bad (although since she had pneumonia last year she has some trouble hitting all the notes) but she keeps singing the same songs over and over and over... YIKERS! If I hear about birds gotta swim and fish gotta fly (or whatever) one more time I'm gonna rip her throat out, I swear. But lately she's been singing what she says is a "sexy" version of the Rubber Ducky song. It's not too bad but it's kinda wierd, ya know? Sexy rubber ducky?

Mom's friend Rose came back from the mobile recovery center. That's where they travel to places that are small and the damage is scattered all over a wide area. She was telling Rose about stealing that guy's keys and Rose reminded mom that she had done the same thing to her about three weeks earlier. They got a good laugh out of that. Rose said that no one's keys are safe as long as mom's around. Mom agreed. So did everyone else, who then took the opportunity to check their purses and pockets. No on is really safe, you know.


Rose told a story on herself, though. She said she was out shopping and looking at shoes. She went to look at one and put her purse on the glass counter. Rose said, "It just SHATTERED all over the place!" Then she said she looked around and said, "Those damned kids!" I really like that Rose.

Let me tell you about where we work. It is an old Montgomery Wards building at a Dying Mall. (get the classical reference? No? aw, shucks) At one end are the entrance doors. WAAAAAAAAAY far at the other end and off in the far right corner is the litter box room for humans. And, of course, mom works right up by the front door. Plus between her and the box room is a warren of prairie dog towns (work cubicles) to negotiate around. By the time she gets there, it's over a mile.

I don't have any problem, though. The walls are only six feet high, so I can just hop from one to the other, as the crow flies, so to speak.

Anyways, the other morning mom came back from the box and looked a little confused (not unusual, true, but not usually from a trip to the box). She told her friend Frieda that while she was in there the potty she was sitting on ROSE! She said it was like when someone sits on the other side of a teeter totter and they are bigger than you. Frieda always trying to keep mom calm, of course, said something about having tiny earthquakes in the area lately. I rolled my beautiful golden eyes.

Two days later, mom was in there and said she heard "jingle bells" while she was in there. I wondered if there wasn't some other weed in the salad she had for lunch. I bet it was water going through the pipes because I have pretty good ears, you know? And that's the only thing I heard that day.

Well, now mom is convinced that it's a haunted litterbox. Yesterday she said she heard moaning in there. She didn't think there was anyone there, but I bet it was just someone in another stall who had tomatoes for lunch. (Why do they call getting sick from vegetables SALMONella? Salmon is GOOD!)

And, last night dad and Kemper Kitty came in from Amarillo. KK was very excited and very tired. We made him walk all the way over to a restaurant that was farther away from the hotel than the box is from mom's desk. AND back! Then dad gave him a bath and by the time he was done (chasing me around in his royal nekkidness) he settled down and went to sleep in the bed with dad. I curled up with mom, bus she was tossing and turning because the flicker from the basketball game kept waking her up. She's SUCH a princess! wienie!

So, today dad and KK came to work and mom took them out to lunch at El Chicos. KK got another spoonful of hot sauce (with cheese) and looked like an angry red dragon spitting fire out of his mouth. But, he ate rice and chips and queso, so he was doing ok. He was getting a little sleepy and cranky so dad said it was a good time to go visit Vonda! hee hee... she's dad's step mom and KK's step great grand mom. But dad will take KK back to the room because he was getting cranky and tired, too.

And that's about it for today. The books finally came in, the ones mom and I wrote. They look pretty cool and they're really small. I'm not in it, dang it, so it's not as good as it could be, but I like it anyways.

Later,
Perry

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Perry Tenitiss for President in 2008 Campaign
K. Fairweather, Chairman

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19:09 - Corporate Corruption In America
Current mood: betrayed
Category: Pets and Animals

Just two generations ago there was something called a "Company Man". This was an employee who was loyal to his employer. And that employer was loyal to the employee. Americans could start working for a company when they were just starting out knowing that hard work and loyalty would result in retirement and pension from that same company. And if someone went to war? Their job was there when they got back.


Unfortunately, American companies have turned to the bottom line as the only criterium for success. Contributing to the prosperity of the Nation and the general welfare of the community are no longer concerns nor responsibilities of corporations. But these executives forget one thing... this is America.



Huge corporations here made their money and their names on the backs of American workers and with the benefit of American corporate opportunity. Huge companies forget that they were once small businesses which profitted by the existance of American commerce laws. The luxury of our free enterprise system allows these corporate entities to grow and prosper. At some point, however, as corporations become large and impersonal, the bottom line becomes the focus and all sense of responsibility and gratitude are lost in the slash and burn atmosphere of the Corporate paradigm.



So when a corporate officer robs hardworking employees of thier pensions they should be summarily executed upon conviction. Appeals may take place posthumously. All assets of the family should be seized and used to replenish the missing funds. All offshore accounts will also be seized. And the family will remain indebted until the malfeasance is rectified.

And when a company dumps its loyal American workers to find cheaper help overseas, they should be reminded that they built their wealth on the benefits of the good old USA. Trying to lower the bottom line by shafting Americans should not be allowed to go on. Free enterprise can stop at our borders for those unAmerican entities. Make them pay unemployment benefits for every job they leave behind. Why should the taxpayers pick up the tab so they can save money? And when they bring their products back here to the States, tax, tariff and tax again. If you penalize American companies for abandoning Americans, perhaps they won't do it as often.

My Fellow Americats,

Corporations who made their millions here at home need to keep in mind just to whom they owe the greatest debt for making them what they are today. When you pick up your haul and leave the game, you gotta watch your back.

Approved by Perry Tenitiss
Perry Tenitiss for President in 2008 Campaign
K. Fairweather, Chairman

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