Monday, June 29, 2015
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.
NOW TO RANT:
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?
SOMETHING WILL OFFEND YOU OR SOMEONE ELSE TODAY OR TOMORROW. PUT YOUR BIG PANTIES ON AND DEAL WITH IT.
Sunday, June 21, 2015
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
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
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
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.