My kid is awesome. He also isn’t quite right in the head, but I love him anyway. Yes, he wore this to school today. These pants are his 2nd pair of “John Daly” pants. (see other pair below)He has to wear a tie on game days (football starts tonight, YAY!) and so he figures if he’s gotta wear a tie, he should wear it with “style.” Ahem. Well, he is his own person, that’s for sure…
In other news, I woke up full of anger and discontent this morning but after I fed on the souls of several babies, kicked a kitten*, and drank 4 cups of coffee, I felt much better.
Honestly, the souls of the innocent work every time. You should try it.
*ETA: no actual kittens were harmed in this mornings kicking… Don’t send me any hate mail because you have no sense of humor. Mmmkay? Or send it…and then I’ll blog about it. Yeah. Do that.
Bobcat Greyskull has been mostly on his own for a few days since my air has been out of service and we haven’t been staying at the
Easy Bake Oven house. Last night, I stayed there (even with 3 fans pointed toward the bed, I was soaked with sweat until after 2 am). Anyway, BCGS was in full Spazzatron mode last night. That look you see there? That’s what I experienced for 4 hours non-stop.
I have been punished appropriately for my sin of abandoning him. I apologize BCGS. I won’t let it happen again.
This morning, I
bounce out of bed, totally well-rested force myself upright, rubbing the lack-of-sleep tension out of my neck and shoulders, get ready for work, hop in the car…only to see the SERVICE ENGINE light come on. And when the car is in idle…it’s revving. On its own. Like it belongs in a Stephen King novel…
Mom offers a ride. We head toward Little Rock with a song in our heart…only to be rear ended by some idiot who said “I slammed on my brakes!” No dude. You slammed into us. Anyway, my momma let him have it. I’m pretty sure he had no idea that a 72 year old, 5 ft tall woman could be such a badger. She made him take his bluetooth ear piece out and told him he needed to start paying attention to the cars in front of him, not whoever he had on the phone.
There was no damage, which was good, but he hit us hard enough that I was jolted forward and I will probably be hitting a chiropractor this week.
And that was my past 24 hours….so how was yours? I think I’m winning the one-up stories lately! So go ahead and try to beat me…
If it doesn’t rain today and if Waylon the Gravel Dude can make it work, we will be getting a dump truck load of new driveway this afternoon. And you know what that means, right? Free beer to anyone over the age of 21 who would like to come over and help us spread it out. The more hands we have, the quicker we can be done… Also, BYOS (bring your own shovel)
Bobcat Greyskull returned to us last night, and he is officially a “bobcat.” His tail has been snipped appropriately and in order to keep him from pulling out his stitches, he was placed in the
cone billboard of shame.
Now, don’t let the Billboard of Shame fool you. It hasn’t slowed turbo-kitteh down one iota. As a matter of fact, I think it contains the powers of super speed and agility with an increase of +30 in Spazztasticness. He rocks that billboard, is what I’m saying.
He seriously doesn’t slow down until he falls into a coma which is why the majority of the pics of him are blurs. Like this one.
And after a few hours of nonstop pinballing around the house, he crashes hard.
Then he wakes, hits the catnip pipe and goes for it again.
I owe El Jefe a huge barrel of thanks for taking Bobcat Greyskull to the vet and making sure the little fella is healthy. And I’m probably going to owe him a dump truck of thanks after
I work him like a junkyard dog he lovingly volunteers to help spread gravel. hehehehe Seriously, ❤ x 1000.
Bobcat Greyskull (occasionally known as Turbo, Spazz, Bullet, Blur, and Crackhead) is currently having his tail snippy-snipped. Which is good, because it was getting pretty disgusting. *shudder*
Not that it slowed him down at all. He don’t need no stinkin’ tail. He just needs a piece of paper. And lemme tell ya, you bettah NOT be a piece of paper in his presence because he will PUNISH YOU hardcore.
Here he is crashed out with his BFF. When she allows such things…
A tee-tiny, itty-bitty kitteh adopted us this weekend. He’s barely 4 weeks old, has a broken and infected tail and is so skinny he makes Lara Flynn Boyle look obese.
I say he adopted us, but really, he adopted Ruby. And Baby Bear didn’t seem to mind him either.
El Jefe is taking him to the vet today. We expect he will lose his tail (though they might surprise us)… in preparation for the possible de-tailing (haha), we’ve named him Bobcat. And then Greyskull naturally, of course. And really, you have to call him Bobcat Greyskull because that’s his name, like Bettie Sue or Jim Bob. Anyway, El Jefe seems quite smitten with the little rascal. I’m wondering if Bobcat Greyskull will make it back to the compound… 🙂
Yesterday was a day of yard work and household duties. El Jefe became one with the John Deere while I potted some hanging baskets and cleaned off and straightened up my porch. Jefe also got to put his big bag of tools to use and fixed my bathroom faucet and porch door. Next on the list: cat door! (because the cats keep finding their way to my home. I think I’m running a House for Wayward Kittehs. This does NOT make me a cat lady. Yet.) (also, if I have dogs, doesn’t that automatically disqualify me from being a cat lady? yes. yes it does.)
I leave you today with a picpasm of more cuteness. Have a great week!
The yellow kitteh is Chicken Nugget. He and Ruby are pretty much BFFs…
Here is Ruby and Baby Bear checking out Bobcat Greyskull. Headbutts all around!
Trinity really enjoying a good brushing.
Baby Bear is too cool for school. Or my camera.
March 21, 2011
LOVE SUCKS! Was chosen by Fresh Fiction as today’s Fresh Pick!
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Thank you Fresh Fiction! This made my day!
In other news, my hardcore cat, Clementine, gifted me with a dead bird this morning. Oh boy, that sure was fun to clean up. She was so proud. I was soooo, grossed out.
The Month of Mel has arrived…and with it, so have the daffodils! YAY flowers! and Spring! and Warmth! and Sunshine! and Me!
Check out Kitty G checking out the daffodils in my backyard. How sweet is that?
One thing I’ve missed over the past few years is my flowerbed. In Oxford, I built a ginormous bed which sometimes was way too much work…but the end result was always worth it. I had a beautiful rose garden at the end of the house, two giant star hibiscus, some gardenias (OMG I
This year, I’m not going to plant a garden, but I am going to do some potted plants & hanging baskets on my front porch. Daisies (my favoirite), sunroses, geraniums…anything with color. Because let’s face it, vivid is the only way to be. 🙂
This is gonna be a great day–I’m sparkling bright for day one of the Month of Mel…are you?