The Painted Lady

                                         

I am painting cats these days (well pictures that is) although I did have an absolutely stupid idea one time (Yep, only once!) that involved painting a real cat, sort of. I decided to put red paint on Pookie's foot (one of our three cats) and use her paw print as the logo for my MPRints cards. I managed to get the paint on just before she tore away and sprinted through the house tracking red paint all over the floor and then managed to "wash" her foot, face and ears before I could stop her. She looked like she'd been in a terrible accident and looked at me like "ARE YOU CRAZY!?. ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME!? I tried to gently wash the paint off amid the sqiggling and yawling but to no avail. She had to endure pink ears and paws for about two weeks. You could tell she was humiliated and I felt like a fool. Have you ever apologized to a cat. Forget it. They just give you a go to you know where look, turn and swish their tail and walk away.  Can't say that I blame her.  The next time I have one of those "Watch This" kinda ideas think I'll rethink before doing.   Anyway, I'm sticking to painting cats only on paper these days. I'm sure Pookie appreciates it.

One Of Those Days...

A while back I was on my way to Columbia, MS and am driving along, humming to the radio and feeling pretty good about how my day has gone so far. As I pull away from the red light and accelerate slightly I become aware that cars all around me are speeding by; leaving me behind. I look at my speedometer and verify that I am going the 65 speed limit. I wonder where all of these people are going in such a rush and am feeling smug about the fact that I will not be the one getting a ticket. I look out the window and the trees appear to be standing still. I feel like I am in slow motion as the cars keep whizzing by. I press the accelerator steadily and am alarmed when I see that the dial reads almost 100 miles per hour. If I am going almost 100 miles an hour just to keep up, then how the hell fast is every one else going? And why?  Is there some catastrophe I'm not aware of.  I have been on the highway for about fifteen minutes and have gone maybe 10 miles. I have 20 more miles to go. At this rate it will take me two hours to get there. Am I in a time warp, having a stroke, finally lost it completely? Were the mushrooms I had on my pizza at lunch "funny"?  I now have that funny tingly feeling you get from an adrenaline rush.  Before I totally panic, I decide to call my husband. As I explain the situation, I realize how ridiculous the words sound coming out of my mouth. I'm going 95 miles an hour and I feel like I'm in slow motion I tell him.  I can't keep up with traffic I say.  I'm trying not to alarm him but I know he will either go into high alert or laugh at me.  He doesn’t have a clue what could be going on he says. Tells me to take the car in for a check up. Doesn’t do a blasted thing to make me feel better about this predicament I am in nor does he even try to assure me that I am not luny tunes; mainly because he probably thinks I am. I take my foot off the accelerator and slow to 60 miles an hour and wonder if I am actually going to have to get out and push the car. The cars keep whizzing by. Fifteen minutes later hubby calls back – I knew it ! - he really does think I’ve gone over the edge and is checking up on me. He asks if I see something on my dash that says ME. I see the ME button and he says to press it. I do and when I look at the speedometer it says I am going 45 miles an hour NOT 85. It just came to me he tells me; that it somehow got switched over to metric. I notice that he is careful not to say that I am responsible for the switch, which I am grateful for although I know he's thinking it.  A rush of relief floods over me; I am not crazy after all – well not completely. I thank him and continue on my journey at what now feels like an out of control speed.  At 65 miles an hour, I am now passing other cars and the trees are a blur and no longer standing still. I wonder if other people have these kinds of days or if I am the only one lucky enough to have something this crazy to make me laugh … mainly at myself.

A Few Of My Favorite Things

     A  Few Of  My  Favorite Things



Dew drops on flowers


Chocolate


My husband's dimple


The sound of rain on a tin roof


Puppy breath


Turning leaves in fall


Old houses


Snuggling with my Sweetie on a cold night


Old books


The shapes of bare trees in winter


Photographing my daughter