Selfie: A selfie is a type of self-portrait photograph, typically taken with a hand-held digital camera or camera phone, while in the bathroom in front of the mirror wearing undergarments and sticking out lips in a most nauseating fashion, giving the impression of being extremely constipated, going into labor or passing a kidney stone.
I prefer to be at the other end of the camera.
Windows give me plenty of motivation to photograph them! I have a whole collection, this one is from my daughters’ room.
This is one I took in June near Square One Mississauga.
July 2013, behind Square One.
Frosty window when we had the ice storm.
2011 far far away in Karachi, a different life. The things we left behind.
2011 sunset in Karachi.
Twin One: I asked Patchy (our cat) two questions and she got them both right!
Me: Wow she must be a smart cat.
Twin One: She is. I am smart too.
Me: Yes I think you are pretty smart.
Twin One: I can spell Birthday. I learnt it myself b-i-r-t-h and then d-a-y!
Me: (In the most impressed tone possible) Wow. That is great!
Twin One: You know what else I can spell?
Me: Tell me.
Twin One: I can also spell dog pooh. D-o-g p-o-o-h!
(Bee sticker photo courtesy of Twin One)
On the first night of Mother’s day weekend my family gave to me,
The chance to go out and watch Iron Man three!
On the second morning of Mother’s day weekend my family gave to me,
Two twins fighting and the chance to go out and watch Iron Man 3.
On the second afternoon of Mother’s day weekend my family gave to me,
Three older children screaming, two twins fighting and the chance to go out and watch Iron Man 3.
On the second evening of Mother’s day weekend my family gave to me,
One gone out with friends husband, three older children screaming, two twins fighting and a chance to go out and watch Iron Man 3.
On the Sunday of Mother’s day weekend my family gave to me,
Pancakes doused in syrup, one gone out with friends husband, three older children screaming, two twins fighting and a chance to go out and watch Iron Man 3.
On the Sunday evening of Mother’s day weekend my family gave to me,
A fridge depleted of groceries, a poop filled litter box, fifty loads of laundry, innumerable dirty dishes, crayon decorated walls, Cheerios covered carpets, one seriously in trouble husband, five brawling children and I don’t even remember seeing the damned movie.
On the Monday after Mother’s day weekend my family gave to me,
An empty house full of serenity.
This is what I got Sunday morning.
And two hand-made one of a kind bracelets made from fuzzy pipe cleaners and beads obtained from Dollarama.
This is some of what I dealt with when everyone was finally out of the house.
There were twice as many dishes in the sink and on the counter, and some were extracted from underneath beds and desks.
What were you treated to on Mother’s day?
All pics courtesy of moi.
I need to stay away from the internet if I want to finish writing my book. I’m on chapter 8, and I also wrote the last chapter and some stuff in the middle. That is also how I read novels. I often read the middle and end first just because.
So I am trying hard to resist the temptation of Facebook and reading blogs. It’s very difficult. I tried to read some stuff on writing and I wanted to bang my head against the wall when I read this: Revision and self-editing. I hope it helps any of you who are in editing stages. I clicked on the links which although maybe very useful I found to be well, very difficult to follow. Since I am not at the editing stage I hope to forget all about it for now.
Unfortunately I can’t sit and write all day because apparently family members need to be fed and the house can’t clean itself. There are lots of things for kids to throw garbage in when they are tidying up. Don’t forget to check all your vases when doing the spring cleaning.
I like vases. All shapes. All sizes. All colors.
I do not like what I find in them.
The start of a Guinness record holding rubber band ball. I am not adding the picture of some ‘organic’ material I found. It was either a dead animal or the remains of a school lunch sandwich from before last year’s summer vacation.
This is how I know one of my twins got hold of my camera.
There are other things besides spring cleaning that keep me from writing that NYT best-seller.
This is one of them.
What distracts you from doing that great thing you were born to do?
(All pics courtesy of my camera and my willing feline model)
Our cat, Patchy Patch, is so awesome. Most cats are. And she loves to jump. This is her:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=YxZorzMIcYE
My daughter put her video up on You Tube. She is the most adored member of our family and can get away with murder, but she is such a sweetie. She doesn’t have any Diva demands like many cats, she does not come and sit on my head at 6 a.m demanding to be fed but waits patiently for everyone to get up and then she wants to be petted first. Her stomach is her second concern not her first. The only problem she does have is falling into the toilet whenever someone forgets to put the lid down. Which is often.
No, this is not Patchy, I would not embarrass her by posting a picture of her at her worst. This is someone else’s cat I found on Google Images. How could anyone do that to their cat?
She is the subject of many photographs shot by my five-5-year-old, Twin 1, who knows more about my cell phone than I do.
I don’t know how Patchy manages to keep her patience with a persistent five-year old who continuously sticks a camera up her nose.
Twin 1 takes pictures of everything. She says she is going to be a cake decorator when she grows up. I seriously doubt it.
(Cat in the toilet is courtesy of Google Images the rest are courtesy of Twin 1)
khaula Siddique 