Monday, June 29, 2015

Sick of the News

 The first two photos are of the baby fox squirrel. I have no idea if it is male or female. The last two photos are of Mama squirrel which we have named Foxy. When the sun is out and shining on their fur the red is a very bright red. Grey squirrels out number fox squirrels so we feel Blessed to get to watch these two dine at our sunflower feeder. Their antics are much more entertaining than the news media. 
This photo was taken Saturday morning and the weather was awesome. In the sixties with a light breeze and Sunday was the same except we had sun shine. I love those kind of days. 
Prince dug up my Zinnia bed and I planted the seeds and it felt wonderful to dig in God's dirt. I just hope they grow as I never have planted seeds this late. Why am I late? One word-Gallbladder. Had that pesky part removed and I am feeling better ever day. This country girl did not plant any tomatoes. WHAT?  Yep, when I do not plant my favorite summer fruit you know I had to be pretty sick physically. 
I wish to say in college I took a course  how Religion affected our History. Now people just like Ben Alfleck are trying to omit or just ignore historical events. It happen- Get Over It. That is why it is called History. 
I am a true Southern born in my beloved state Tennessee where I continue to reside. I believe in God and religious freedom that we found to secure by coming to America , guns to defend myself from harm and put food on the table, and Southern Heritage. I have never own a Slave nor did my side of the family who found under that flag. I also have never own a Battle Flag but with all the hoopla, I might go out and purchase one. I believe in a one man and one woman    marriage just as The Bible states. 
Now if you wish to Vilify this Southern Lady do so with FACTS and not fiction or myths. 
The Kitty Justice is it is NOT okay to hijack the Battle Flag for hate groups, it is NOT okay to use God's rainbow  nor our word gay for homosexual use. Neither one should APPLY 
However now a pound sign is called a hashtag. WHAT? 

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Father's Day

 Happy Father's Day to my dearest Prince. He is a wonderful father and the love of my life. 
 My BIL was a wonderful father to my niece and a good husband to my sister. When people complain about their parents, well my niece just does not understand as both of hers were great parents. 
My Mother's father was also a wonderful father and the best Pa to his grand kids. Still miss him after all these years. 
The Kitty Justice is I had a Dad not a Father and if truth is told he should never have been a parent. He was a mess but he was my mess of a Dad and yawl would not experience my unconventional humor  or justice if I had not been a glint in his eye. 

Friday, June 19, 2015

Looking back

This was a signed and numbered print in my doctor's waiting room . It is called "The Diagnosis" and I did not write down by whom as I thought I would be able to read it from the photo(NOT). The first thing I noticed were the shoes. The majority were round toed shoes, but one had on pointed shoes, one had on high top tennis shoes, one had his golf shoes on and another did not have any shoes on. I found this a rather clever print and the topic suited the area. 
Months ago I began to have some of my favorite foods turn on me. You know what I thought don't you? That I hated this getting older crap. I began to carry Pepcid with me so I could get relief if a food did not agree with my aging stomach. Really tuff getting old.  
Next I began to be bloated and could rid the world's energy problems with the gas I was producing." Very embarrassing." More so the bottom end than the top. Now I am not one to Burp  but those loud obnoxious sounds would spurt out without warning. I was beginning to run around with a very red face. So embarrassed was I. 
Since I have to be at death's door to throw up I was continually nauseated with or without food. 
Not a good way to keep going. As fate would have it I soon became Queen of the Throne. First I thought good grief a virus on top of everything else. Then it lingered on. Not a virus. 
On 8-25-2002, I had a very painful attack and it all came back to me when the knife cut across my middle . It went all the way through my body and exited under my right shoulder. That nasty little sac of bile was on the warpath and I was it's enemy. Test ensued and if the stones had been gold, let's just say this gal would be in High Cotton. 
My sister who has had several surgeries and always awoke very sick told me "That is the only surgery I ever awoke from feeling good." Everyone was giving me their testimonies of how much better they felt after Gallbladder surgery. 
I awoke from the surgery without nauseate, knife in my middle and the exit wound in my shoulder and I was sore but being an out patient I was read to head to the barn and recover. Let's just say Surgery is Surgery and that is enough to define what happen. My cousin use to call some surgery "Sissy Surgery". I am a firm believer there is NOT such an animal.  
THEN the deep soreness where the 4 prong fork had been used on my middle began. The fourth day out of surgery, I was beginning to wonder why in the ---- did I agree to surgery. 
After many a painful days, it dawn on me that I had a Tommie Copper woman core pressure item that I had gotten to help with back pain. I put it on and in 24 hours I could move without becoming a big time wimp. I even sat down and wrote the company I was so very thankful. 
The Kitty Justice is not to think you are getting old or the subject of a plague of viruses but remember that Nasty Pesky Sac of Stones, Mr. Gallbladder. Why Mr. well it had to be a man to hurt me so bad as we ladies would never ever do that to each other. 

Saturday, June 06, 2015

Fly and trees

 As I was heading to get the mail one afternoon, I spied Tumbilena's house with a Fly atop. I do not like them in the house but outside they are free to light upon the mushroom home of a fairy or toad. Either way my imagination when traveling to years gone by and remember I had won first place in the Art Exhibit with an abstract of her but not her house. Then Emily Post's poem with the line "will I hear a fly when I die" came to mine, Do teenagers even study her poems now? 
I have been reading how to make Chipmunks go away. I ordered some scented cork trees to place out front and some spray to re spray them after 6-8 weeks but alas the spray was not in the package which had been ripped across the left corner. The company U Scram said they would replace the spray and that is true customer service. 
I also got some Shake away to spread about to keep rodents of all kind from my plants and pots. 
The Kitty Justice is I am trying natural proclaims methods before I get the gun.

Wednesday, June 03, 2015

My Time to Rant

Instead of wondering why people try to justify their sexual nature and having it post all over the media especially posing as a woman when you were once a celebrated athletic, the news of 10,000 cats and dogs  that are being cruelly killed by the Chinese for a Meat Festival held around June 22 in Julin is not reported. Just the thought much less the horrible photos of the acts just completely turns my stomach and make me more apt to turn an object over to see where it was produced  and if it comes from China I can do without it. All Chinese are not responsible but they continue to let those in power do cruel and unspeakable things. My sweet dog does her job, fetching the paper each morning and I am as loyal to her as she to me. Would you eat my dog? If so, you better watch your back. 
 As we watch and cry that gays should be treated with equal rights and allowed to get married, our government is using our hard earn dollars to fund a Solar Energy program which has proved to be a real folly. Someone is lining their pockets and it is not the American public. Our generous government has approved 32 million more to pour down this failing program. But was this reported. Not at all because the stupids of America had rather hear and read about sex, scandal, gays, and anything that will diver their feeble minds rather than what is really happen.
 I guess the Chinese would use our sweet kitty for an appetizer but no one is yelling stop this beastly feast. My Kat claws are out and I would not hesitate to eliminate the threat to our kind furry friends. 
 The EPA believes there is gold at the end of the rainbow and they call it Corn. Corn should be eaten not used as a fuel additive to destroy engines. Yep, if you use it in small engines now if the equipment stops you just buy another, but it could last you for years if you do not put Ethanol in its tank. But has this been on the news. Can't fit it in between Bruce and Caitlin? No, matter what he spends to change the outside he or it will be the same inside. Just because you change a cover on a book well it is the same book on the inside. He should have remained as he was and spent the money on food for the hungry. 
Entitlements and racism are also a big media ticket. Then comes the lawsuits. Everyone is entitled to only what he earns nothing more. Racism is just something to use to get folks to look the other way while the government passes laws that they will not adhere too. Otherwise everyone would be on Obama Care and and not elite Insurance that the government officials have created for themselves. 
The Kitty Justice is what matters we do not hear about but what DOES NOT MATTER is all over the news. I guess we should  rename the News, the New Trash.