In an alternate universe Jimmy does not like art, or postcards, or architecture.
Somewhere out there that opposite Jimmy is playing a sport… like football:
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The Little Mer-Cat
Sometimes I find my cat staring out the window in a manner reminiscent to that of a young Ariel wishing she were part of the human world.
Also, I have a way over active imagination.
That is how I came up with this conclusion:
♫Lauren
The Tale of the Blowhole
Today I bring you a new tale to add to our storytime repertoire.
Many moons ago in the state of Hawaii, there vacationed a Jimmy.
This said Jimmy was not familiar with islands besides those in the roads on major streets. You see this very Jimmy was from the Valley.
This specific Jimmy is also quite literate, you will frequently find him engaged in a book or perusing maps of distant lands. He used his written ware in this case as a tool to find himself something fun to do on this island vacation.
There he found a natural phenomena that captured his fountain loving imagination. A blowhole. Not any blowhole, but one on a treacherous part of beach, that spews over 100 ft in the air. The approximate height of a 9 story building. Fascinated Jimmy told his family, they trekked for hours to reach this dangerous location…
…to find that…
… the tide was out.
THE END.
♫Lauren
p.s. the t-shirt reads “you fracture me”
Tale of Eye Makeup Terror
Okay this is not really a scary story.
BUT, it is scary if you are me.
I’m currently not being allowed to wear eye makeup because of my weird dry skin. So I have only been allowed to wear mascara and blush pretty much. And as people know I have never not worn eye make-up outside since I was 15, and I find it terrifying.
And now I look like I’m 17 again…
But I didn’t thankfully turn into Zac Efron.
This last weekend I was asked when I was going to college by a teen, and also asked out by the same teen. ICK ICK ICK. I told him, “I’m really old, and this is not right.”
So to look like I’m age to vote I’m trying to figure out if I can get fake eyelashes. Perhaps I may look like a gogo dancer, but at least I’ll look like a real grown up.
The End.
That was today’s story with Lauren!
♫Lauren
Stories about Elliott
I have a cat his name is Elliott.
Elliott likes to do many things, like eating, breaking my mother’s possessions and sleeping.
Here likes to sleep on towels, my head, my pillow, the window sill, his kitty scratchy tube, any person he can sit on, and….
♫Lauren
The Tale of Jimbraham Lincoln
I didn’t forget about Story Time with Lauren!
Today I bring you a poem about a Jimmy/Abraham Lincoln hybrid:
His Name is Jimbraham Lincoln,
He wakes up in the morning yawning and blinkin’…
When he looks at the ladies he cannot stop winkin’
and he likes to end his days with some tea and fried chinkin’
♫Lauren
Stories from the Backyard
I like to name animals I meet. Sometimes I name them after celebrities.
♫Lauren
Cotton Candy Dreams
Cotton candy is a dreamy confection to most of the earths children. A wonderful fair-reminiscent treat that can make summer days a sugary delight.
But a fear of sticky things makes cotton candy a nightmare for Isabel.
How she fears a sticky embrace, spilled and congealed apple juice on the floor, or a table covered in maple syrup delight.
I dedicate this doodle to her:
♫Lauren
Starbright: Christine as Jem
I decided to draw one of my favorite people as one of my favorite cartoons. Without drawing one of my friends as Spongebob, I give you Christine as Jem.
Who as you remember is truly outrageous:
If I made a cartoon like Daria, this would be one of her alter-egos.
♫Lauren
Viciously Sweet 