Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Clean and Cleaner

 I have been thinking about getting a steam mop and one day as I had the HSN on they advertised the one above. I had seen most of them were over a hundred dollars and since this was less than and more in my price range to try, I ordered one. 
I waited for the boys to put it together but I finally had to get out the diagram and do it myself. Wasn't that hard but I did not want to try putting it together as I am sure it took me twice as long . 
After the vaccumning was finished I thought this would be a good time to try out the mop. I got so excited about the results that I had done nine rugs before I heard Clint's voice (You got to know your limitations. 
In 1973 this photos shows MY PA, Juanita and Grandma aka Bassie. The reason for this repeat photo is that Bassie was OCD. No dirt or dust had a chance if she was around. A white glove test could have been done all over her home and she would have passed with flying colors. Also, her Kitchen was her kingdom.  You had better not been in her kitchen using her pots and pans nor were you allowed to wash the dishes after the meal. The Kitchen belonged to her and you could enter but not touch. If you sat at her table she would be eyeing you vessels that had been used to eat or drink until you just handed them over to her to wash. She did not mind you sitting and visiting at the kitchen table but she always had an I out for any empty plates , cup or glasses. As I was using the mop, I thought just how much Grandma would have loved to have had one. 
The Kitty Justice was to never put your cup or glass down if you wanted something else to drink..  

Monday, July 28, 2014

Tour De France


This group of young men truly amaze me. First of all, they are all clean cut and everyone the media has interviewed seem to be fine men of character. 
My favorites Chris Froome and Mark Cavendish had crashes and could not finish the race. So I did not pick any other favorite because of superstition. 
I love seeing the country side and wish the commentators would tell us the names etc of the Churches and castles. Also it would be fun to have injected little bits of information about the country side that the rider pedal through. My battery put its little feet in the air before I could finish all the photos I wanted of the riders. 
Some of the conditions that they rode through well I would be hard pressed to walk through. 
Wham, wham it is over until next year. Maybe I should send in my suggestions to the commentators. 
Congratulations to Vincenzo Nibali from Italy for his 2014 win of the tour. 
I found it enjoyable to see the big Germany with the most talked about hair to be the winner of stage one and twenty-one. You go Marcel Kittel
Hats off to a consistent Peter Sagan as he won the Green Jersey. He was there in second place a few times but always in the leaders group. I guess he could be called a Lean Green running machine. 
The King of the Mountain- Poka Dotted Jersey went to Poland's Rafal Maika. The mountains they climbed were not for sissy to try and ride up. Congrats to you. 
The Best Young Rider the white jersey went to France's Thibaut Pinot. I think we will see more of him in the future as he will only get better. 
The overall best time for a team was also France's Team. Forgive me but I do believe it was team Mondiale or NOT. 
Our own American Tejay Van Gardener took fifth in overall. Way to go Tejay.
If I misspelled or got my facts wrong remember I have only recently gotten to be a Fan. 
The Kitty Justice is to learn more each year. Now hop on your bike and get going. 

Friday, July 25, 2014

Hump Day 7-23




While Kitty was going about her morning chores, Prince took these photos of the sun rise on Wednesday. I kept peaking out the kitchen window and I enjoyed it too but continue with my morning have to do's. 
The Kitty Justice would be to put the have to do's on hold and just enjoy the rising sun. 

Friday, July 18, 2014

Grand Pa

 Feeding his chickens when he lived on his son's farm out on Stevens Lane. As a small child I remember his chickens, goats, cow, mule and rabbits that he raise. Also, the large gardens . My big sis and I used those rows of vegetables as a maze to run and play. I can still feel the loose dirt under my bare feet. 
 Pa smoked cigarettes that he rolled and also liked his chewing tobacco. There is a little dark spit running down his chin from the last habit. Grand Ma in the pink, hated both habits. Little did we realize that she had an obsessive cleaning disorder. Everything in her home was spic and span. The white glove test could be given at any moment and she would not fail. 
 Pa, Mother and Grand Ma taken during Christmas at our house. My sister has the floor basket in her home. 
Pa in front of our Cedar Christmas tree. It was a true hunt when trying to find the perfect Christmas tree. No one in the country would be caught buying one and at this point in time I had not even heard of a artificial  tree. Pa would always come up to our home and spend Christmas Eve. Christmas morning he would entertain  us with  stories of his yearly encounter with Santa. One year he told us that Santa got hung in the elbow of the stove pipe and he had to take it apart to get Santa out. He would always buy us a big bag of apples and oranges for Christmas and when I was small I thought that was the only time citrus fruit was in the stores. 
 Both of these photos were taken in the little house my Uncle provided for his parents on Stevens Lane. Yep that is me with the long hair. I was working in Nashville and had gotten my first car, so I would go at least once a month to have dinner with them and spend time with my Pa.  Grand Ma would cook and clean(no one mess with her kitchen) and Pa and I would visit. I could listen to his stories forever. One I remember quite vividly is the one where he had gone squirrel hunting and was tired. He sat down at the bottom of this big oak and fell asleep as soon as his bottom hit the ground. He said he was dreaming about these beautiful bells playing when he awoke and looked into the eyes of a squirrel. The squirrel had crawled down the tree and was making a ringing noise on his gun barrel. Pa looked at me with those soft brown eyes and said he just did not have the heart to kill the squirrel so he came home empty handed. 
 Pa was the first one to get up in the morning and he would make a fire in the cook stove and brew him self a pot of coffee that was consumed before anyone feet hit the cold floors of the house. 
This photo was taken when I was a teenager in high school. Pa always wore his overalls and a long sleeve shirt. One leg was shorter than the other so I could tell by his gait that it was him when he came into view. He walked almost everywhere he went in the country. He did have a mule but most often left him to other things and just walked to his destination. When I was about five or six, the cats were sitting waiting for a stream of milk from the cow Pa was milking. I was thirsty and that looked like a good way to have a drink so I asked if he would give me some. He said "Babe (that is what he called me) go get in line." I sat at the end of the row of three cats and waited my turn.  I was anticipating the nice taste of cold milk. When it was my turn, I opened my mouth as wide as possible and  the stream hit me in the face with the force of being shot from a cannon and not an udder.  Worse still it was very warm and sticky and had gotten all over my face and top. I yelled" Ugh" and Pa almost fell off his milk stool laughing. 
The Kitty Justice is to not ask for something unless you know what you are getting, no matter how old you happen to be. 

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Big Boy Little Boy

Photo was taken on Puppy's birthday. Mr. Rowdy Bandit Katdashing is much larger now. I believe after the little boy has terrorized Maggie for the pass few weeks, well he needs to either go outside as I intended or head down to the cabin to live with Puppy. 
My legs look like a salt shaker, with all the scratches and holes on top from the Kat running and then suddenly using me for a climbing pole. Yes, I did clip his nails.  I really think if something happens to him, I will get a more mature cat as I am too old for his unpredictable behavior. 
Puppy went to the lake on his birthday with 4 other guys to give his first college roommate a bachelor party. Another one bites the dust. Last weekend Puppy was in his wedding party. 
The Kitty Justice is that Puppy is one of the few left without an anchor. 

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Deal NO Dill



I have always considered this the fire works of the Herb World. The seeds burst forth on these flowerful spikes. Now there are two dates you cannot predict, when you are born and the date you die. Your name and those two dates will be chiseled in stone when you slip this earth.  These two dates are the ones dealt you but the dash in between those dates are up to you. We had a local figure who died and a full section of the paper, six pages where about his life.

 Funerals happen to be a a vision of untruths and actual facts,  because most often the words spoken are for the ones who attend. I say this as I read both of my Mother's and Father's funeral transcripts yesterday. One did not say enough and the other said thinks that stranger would recognize but not the family. Well, maybe some of the family but we children (the three of us) knew the true.

My dear sister will have to Deal not dill with my BIL birthday today. She started her year of first beginning with his death on April 16th. My Grand Pa who was the first real love of my life was also born this day and he has been gone since 1973 and I really miss him but have grand memories. I feel both of these men will not really be dead to the world until the last person who remembers them are gone. Each could have had a six page section in the newspaper and it would not have been enough to tell all the wonderful things they did. 

The Kitty Justice is the dash is a Big Deal not Dill.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Purple Tuesday

If you are looking down the hill in our front yard, this bush is behind the rake on the left side. Actually there are two bushes but alas only the oldest bloomed this year. As I look around the yard, I find I have lots of purple and blue flowers with a little pink here and there. 
Please enlarge to enjoy the colors. 
The Kitty Justice is I must love Purple.