Little girls are like flowers. Colorful, delicate and looking at them just makes you feel good. Until they turn into teenagers. Then they become cauliflowers. And if you still have flowers in the house, you stop bothering with the cauliflower, because let’s face it…cauliflower?! That is just fine with the cauliflower as they prefer to be left alone and not nagged or babied or lectured or what-everrrr! Just leave them alone and let them vegetate.
My cauliflower is a gifted artist and an incredibly lazy teenager who would rather flop in a remote corner of our abode and watch other people’s cats on YouTube. I’ve been bugging her to make a blog showcasing her work and get to know others who have the same interests, make new friends etc etc ie quit wasting her time laughing at the antics of unfamiliar felines because she is giving our cat an inferiority complex. Also I am tired of scanning, snapping, saving, collecting, preserving her work that often lies around until it decomposes unless I rescue it.
The purpose of this post is to recruit your help. Like, share, comment, lecture, nag, yell etc to show her that she really should do something more useful and stop torturing our cat with her hurtful preference of other cats. All the pics here are of her work, except the cheerful cauliflower which I got from Google Images. Enjoy.
Stuff you do with clay
I have a ton of other stuff, but I am hoping she will stop being such a cauliflower and DO IT HERSELF!!
Look at our poor complexed cat. She needs to be videoed and uploaded to YouTube.
I need to stay away from the internet if I want to finish writing my book. I’m on chapter 8, and I also wrote the last chapter and some stuff in the middle. That is also how I read novels. I often read the middle and end first just because.
So I am trying hard to resist the temptation of Facebook and reading blogs. It’s very difficult. I tried to read some stuff on writing and I wanted to bang my head against the wall when I read this: Revision and self-editing. I hope it helps any of you who are in editing stages. I clicked on the links which although maybe very useful I found to be well, very difficult to follow. Since I am not at the editing stage I hope to forget all about it for now.
Unfortunately I can’t sit and write all day because apparently family members need to be fed and the house can’t clean itself. There are lots of things for kids to throw garbage in when they are tidying up. Don’t forget to check all your vases when doing the spring cleaning.
I like vases. All shapes. All sizes. All colors.
I do not like what I find in them.
The start of a Guinness record holding rubber band ball. I am not adding the picture of some ‘organic’ material I found. It was either a dead animal or the remains of a school lunch sandwich from before last year’s summer vacation.
This is how I know one of my twins got hold of my camera.
There are other things besides spring cleaning that keep me from writing that NYT best-seller.
This is one of them.
What distracts you from doing that great thing you were born to do?
(All pics courtesy of my camera and my willing feline model)
My daughter put her video up on You Tube. She is the most adored member of our family and can get away with murder, but she is such a sweetie. She doesn’t have any Diva demands like many cats, she does not come and sit on my head at 6 a.m demanding to be fed but waits patiently for everyone to get up and then she wants to be petted first. Her stomach is her second concern not her first. The only problem she does have is falling into the toilet whenever someone forgets to put the lid down. Which is often.
No, this is not Patchy, I would not embarrass her by posting a picture of her at her worst. This is someone else’s cat I found on Google Images. How could anyone do that to their cat?
She is the subject of many photographs shot by my five-5-year-old, Twin 1, who knows more about my cell phone than I do.
I don’t know how Patchy manages to keep her patience with a persistent five-year old who continuously sticks a camera up her nose.
Twin 1 takes pictures of everything. She says she is going to be a cake decorator when she grows up. I seriously doubt it.
(Cat in the toilet is courtesy of Google Images the rest are courtesy of Twin 1)