It still has all the quirk and love, but I didn’t color it or correct it in any way.
It is imperfect. Just like all the things in life.
And isn’t all those silly little oddities and quirks what makes life… perfect?
The new year is here and I’m not going to be a bummer. And I am going to wish you all just enjoy it for what it is… a new year!
But please dear readers, don’t get caught up in all the things you feel you didn’t succeed at last year or in all the goals you set for this year.
Just enjoy it, and make sure no matter what goal you are attaining or whatever you are quitting that you are a perfectly imperfect person…. and maybe remember just have a little fun with it.
I’m not saying goals and resolutions are a bad thing. Just take it into perspective…As for me, I think the goals I have set for myself are putting me in a better direction in life… and hopefully to many more fun adventures.
One of my favorite songs in all of life is “Sittin’ By the Dock of the Bay” by Otis Redding.
I say this because although it’s not a catchy dance song, or crafted with recorders and office supplies, it still brings a smile to my face. I used to sing it like crazy when I was a child because… Well, I was really weird. I have since grown up and I’ve done the regular things people do, I grew my hair out longer than that standard bob all little girls had, I have tried to watch Twilight, I have eaten a load of pizza…
But I don’t spend my time on the dock of the bay anymore “wasting time”…
I think sometimes my cats are trying to get to the Olympics, and as cat owners know there are very few categories cats can participate in. The few tests of endurance made for felines are obviously: sleeping, eating, barfing grass, and pooping.
While Elliott has the silver medal in sleeping on my bed… I’m more concerned about the dreams of my little gray cat Rocket…
Rocket goes to the bathroom with the sheer power of Thor. I’m really concerned how if I feed the pets the same amount of food how he can make so much poo. He is like the Carl Lewis of pooping animals. Sometimes I swear he goes to buffets while I’m at work all day… just to make sure that litter box is full by the time I get home…
So I drew a doodle about it, and because I’m more than a little weird I keyed it into the sweet 1985 musical hit by Eddie Murphy:
I realize my thoughts are more than a little in the clouds. (And I must say I hope my thoughts are in the clouds Keanu Reeves walks in, he’s dreamy.)
Today my thoughts are not any different. I had this thought about my cats being like the Grimm Brothers of the cat world. They write moralistic stories about cats and the world they live in… which is my house.
You may not know this but they also wrote the story of “The Little Mercat” but Hans Kitty Anderson is always trying to make claim on it.
I’m going to go celebrate my Mom’s birthday now.
Today I have been at home. Ill as hell… I think my body has turned against me.
So, I have spent my day studying for the ARE, messaging Jimmy and my sister… and tormenting my cats.
See Rocket as a fancy paper lion.
I’m going to go eat some crackers.