This Week

Happy Friday, blogging friends. I hope life is treating you well. Here I am posting for a second time this week. Fi-na-lly. The funny thing is that I always have a gazillion things going on through my head that I want to share and then when the time to write a blog post rolls in, I draw a complete blank. I tell myself that I should jot down these ideas but I never do. So...I will just fly by the seat of my pants today.

First things first. Kitten Kazee, the newest addition to our family, is doing wonderfully. She is a bundle of energy, talks a lot, follows us everywhere and is as stubborn as they come. She gooses our other cat, Mocha, every chance she gets, but despite being an irritant to the older cat, they are getting along very well. I’d go so far as saying that Mocha even likes the little one. A little bit. Some days.

A bundle of trouble love.

This week we cleaned up our nest. Everything is dust free and shiny. Do I like cleaning? No. Would I hesitate to pay someone to do it if I won the lottery? No. Will I ever win the lottery? No. Because I never play. Therefore I’ll be doing the cleaning for a long time to come. Unless the most amazing man in the world wins the lottery. He plays occasionally and maybe he’ll get lucky, which means we both will. But I’m not holding my breath. Look at me all glass half empty and negative stuff like that there. *snort*

I recently treated myself to a beautiful set of coloured pencils. I couldn’t help myself; the temptation was too strong. And I blame thank blogging pal Rain for pushing me over the edge encouraging me to do so by sharing her beautiful purchases on her Instagram account. Now I have two sets of pencils. The cheap ones to scribble and practice with on cheap paper. And the higher quality ones to use on higher quality paper for when I’m feeling more artistically inclined. And speaking of art, here are some older drawings (because I’m really behind in sharing).

And here’s Kazee helping me photograph my artwork. Because she’s helpful like that.

Now here’s my pet peeve for the week...

You know what I cannot stand? Beauty commercials/ads. You know what I’m talking about. Those commercials/ads where they show some miracle product...anti age cream...anti wrinkle moisturizer...perfect skin mask...youth enhancing serum...blah, blah, blabbity blah. Why do these things annoy the living daylights out of me? Because the companies selling these products pile on six inches of makeup/foundation on the models/actors they hire and Photoshop the hell out of them. To the point where there isn’t a single line, wrinkle or pore visible on their faces. Not one. No one looks like that. No one. You seriously expect me to buy into the product you’ve sold your soul to peddle, Jennifer Aniston, when you don’t have a real face in these ridiculous ads/commercials? Do I have gullible written on my forehead?

End of rant.

Not too long ago, blogging friend John shared the song Una Paloma Blanca by George Baker. It had been years since I’d heard it and it took me way back in time. It’s an upbeat, catchy tune that makes me want to skip along a white sandy beach with it playing in the background. Ah, the beach, if only...sigh... Okay, enough with the pity party. I’m now sharing the tune with you. Enjoy.



And that’s all for now. Thanks for stopping by and have yourselves a wonderful weekend!