My favorite stories lined up one right after another, in no particular order.
I love it! Real time. I just saw your comment and it made me click over to the hippie parade tab one more time.Poor kitties, they can't help it...And I can whine like a lost train freewheeling it down the side of an untracked mountain.....I love that line. You come up with some of the best imagery. Clinkin' ya, big time.
Not on the markers! Well, that's Karma in the bank. You're day is going to get better. I can feel it.
I'm sure it was probably your fault for not feeding them hairball formula cat food, or something. Right? ... and omg! :0 Not the markers!!! :( rofl...
(((Singleton)))Only you can make cat throw up graceful my friend. ;)What do we do when the train is freewheelingand the markers aresitting in a pile of cat spew ;)We give ourselves a portion of mental love, and say'Next!'.Sending light dancing on the winds of heaven to usher in a new dawn,Love and hugs, Maithri
Eric....Hah! They probably ate the crayons first, little darlin's! I've been stewing for a hissy fit for days and days now, how a little ta!dah! could send me spinning, I dunno.....But I've gone weeks without drawing, and finally Sweet SLB sends me a treasure from justgivemepeace and I can load up on new markers and it's flowing again....And then they throw up all over them! suchacoolcat...Karma in the bank! Love it! Oh, I didn't even think about it, maybe they just didn't like "those" colors!Shimmerings....LOL! If anybody needs hairball formula food, it's me! There's tumble weeds of cat and puppy hair billowing through this house! When I vacuum (which isn't often, because I'm not Martha Stewart, you know!) I have to vacum the air! Maithri...."What do we do when the train is freewheelingand the markers aresitting in a pile of cat spew ;)"is sit right down next to 'em, dust 'em off with paper towelsand pipe dreamsand color on!Peace~love my beautiful friends
That's the way. I'm glad to hear that you're drawing again. I was worried about that, but I too did not want to bother you with asking if everything is OK. The ember is always glowing under the layers of ash. It will flare up at any time. Clink!
Aww, I'm so sorry... and I was having the best Friday ever! Maybe there's not enough smashing Fridays to go round. I'll listen to The Mamas & The Papas and think of you...
Eric...And for two people who are never short of words and can ramble on into the indigo eternities about absolutely anything......What moon silenced us? Strange, huh? Friday night pact......never again! Youknowiknowyouknowand I don't sayand you don't sayand I don't askand you don't askand youknowiknowyouknowsilenceis the spraypaint policeClink! To the electric fireplace, the bonfire, the smoldering cigarette....the glow....Electric....Are you kidding me? Smashing Fridays? OMG.......I'm banking on Saturday this seven-days around, until then, you have me humming....."be sure to wear....flowers in your hair".....Love it!Peace~love my friends
You are still so beautiful ... :)))))peace love and dance!
Such is love and life, niether is perfect. Not even close.
now singleton, i must inform you that my whining and complaining skills are at the super expert level. i am sure i would beat you in head to head competition in this catagory. i'm also an optimist. i'm glad it wasn't cat pee.
time to dance under and around that tree and clinkety clink clink!!
it's the oldest trick in the cat book; chapter:how to keep her attention.but no match for the creative dog when she's barkin'"to colorful markers and healthy cats!" love, ~s.
Drips.......TY! I'm hopin' to dance tonight! You'll never believe the contraption I'll be camoflouging, but I'll be spinning! Peace~love~colorsOrhan...."not even close"....I know. Still, somedays are better than others......:)KJ.....Optomist! Girl,you got me going! Too damn funny!lbeati.....pluggin' it in as we speak....and cranking up the music....LOUD! :)She.....Thank God men don't think like cats! And as for the markers, welp, I just washed 'em off and started coloring all over again! Oh wait a minute, maybe men do think like that! :)Peace~love my friends
Singleton,Do me a favour...Take the title of this post...Cut out the 'Somedays' and the 'Not'...Take whats left and write it on you're palmAnd remind yourself of every ripple of love you've sent into the universe... thats now a wave... thats now the ocean..Love, M
If they were magic markers it wouldn't matter...
Maithri....Ha! I've scribbled on my palms a zillion times....phone numbers, combinations, answers to test questions, forget me nots, random doodles in a fit of boredom, but never ever ever those words! Bless you, sweet friend, for believing in my spirit(in spite of my temper tantrums!) I'm not even close, but you just made my day!Scott.....Ahhh, but they are magic....:)
My friend,As the rose is perfectin every moment of its petalled existence.So are you.Write it on your palmon your mirroron your lifeYou are perfect.With reverent love,Maithri.
OOh Singy-poo.Cats are trouble. But we love em. They purr and can be standoffish but we love em. They do love us unconditionally...kind of like Blog friends. But we wouldn't throw up on your markers.:)So! I agree, dust them off and keep going. And none of us are perfect though we long to be. We are always surprised when we are reminded that we aren't too. Kind of like a bit of shock, to realize that we are moody, make mistakes and can be crabby for no reason. Human.It is what it is.xoxoGillian Love ya, keep writing sistah!
Maithri....Just because I'm feeling wild andfree and I swear you egged me on,I'm gonna dig out the nine yearold lipstick still floating on the bottom of my purseburied under loose tobaccoand nickels and pennies andWinn Dixie recieptsand write on the mirror!Indigo....Gotta love the cats! Tangled in my morning hair, lounging on my favorite clothes, tiptoing on the counter top.....every no!no! wrapped in love! Clink! Peace~love my friends!
But, even on such days, when your source of inspiration is covered in cat puke, you still manage to make it sound entrancing!
princess...you just summed it up perfectfly! My "source of inspiration covered in cat puke!"....Oh, you should have heard me bellowing! Not at them, they don't understand people language unless it's love-love, nope, I was bellowing at the sky, the cracked cielings that canopy my living room floor...And then, as usual, I gave up the hissy fit, and carried on....Clink!
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