Warning!!!! Change of subjects may occur frequently.
Okay, I haven't really blogged lately. I suppose there's a few factors involved. I went through a round of writer's block, which has been resolved through diet, exercise, drugs from a deep Amazonian forest, and lots of imagination. (In fact, I just finished Iron Moon: A Cat Clan Novella, which is in the editing process right now. Yeaness!)
|Iron Moon: A Cat Clan Novella will|
be available soon! Soon I say! Sooooooon!
Sometimes I feel like a comedian and I have to be careful what I blog about. (Off limit items still include my mother-in-law, my sister, my sex life, anything that will potentially embarrass someone beyond belief. That reminds me of the time my sister and I went to Tijuana and whoops...nevermind.)
So my daughter recently wanted to have...a pedicure. I went with her and although I was somewhat embarrassed about my calloused tootsies, I had one, too.
|I look at this meme and I don't necessarily see pedicure.|
I see feet in concrete because his wife is PO'd.
|This is probably what the guy doing my feet was thinking of using.|
I guess this is a mommy issue. What mommy wants to know men are looking at her daughter like she's a woman? (I had an entire issue with some snot nosed kid wanting to give her a "diamond" when she was in the first grade. Blog material gold.)
|We didn't get these toenail paint jobs for very happy demons, but|
it's always an option for next time. (How do you wear shoes with these?)
Well, I already had this talk with my daughter. (About ten times so far and yes, my daughter is counting.) And I got her all the stuff she needs. And I got her the American Girl book. And I feel like I'm on top of this issue. And the school is not her mommy. And I feel sorry for all the little girls whose mommies are not on top of this issue. Actually my sister got her the American Girl book. But I made sure she read the American Girl book that my sister got for her. (My talk: My aunt got me a copy of Our Bodies; Ourselves, which was a freaking eye opener if you've never had the talk before that moment. If you haven't read it, it had pictures of suggested sexual positions in it, as well as all the other necessary stuff.) (I should probably just go step on a land mine right now.)
|I would also never buy this t-shirt,|
but I would put it in a blog.
|Unfortunately the inside of my car doesn't really look like|
a Wonkavator, which is a shame. I loved Gene Wilder but
he was much better in Young Frankenstein.
One will just be sitting there minding his own feline biz when the other one comes strolling past. Then the first one will whack the second one in the ass. Then the second one takes offense (as most would) and turns around and whacks the first one in the head. Then the first one gets up and jumps on the second one. There are certainly variations on this scenario. Sometimes the second one skips the whack on the head and proceeds directly to jumping on the first one. Sometimes the cat's positions are reversed. Occasionally one holds the throat of the other one until they stop moving (and not in a "dead" way. Whoops. I used those things again.) and surrender.
|Am I the only wondering if the black and white cat is|
actually still alive?
So there it is in a nutshell. My blogging might have slowed down, but I'm still alive.
Fat woman out.