Jimmycat

My new neighbors own several animals (one being the most adorable pup in the world who looks like a little teddy bear.) Amongst their brood is a black cat named Jimmycat, who was born missing some bones in her front arms. This makes Jimmycat a pretty pissed off pussy (sorry, couldn't resist!) who generally meows and hisses at everyone. Except me. I don't know what it is about babies and animals but most of 'em love me.

Behold, Jimmycat (aka The Walrus):

I Love My Job

Dude. I'm not too sure your dreads properly highlight your little gray hoodie that's accented with flowers and rhinestones. Not to mention the fact that it's obviously sized for a six-year-old child.

Fat guy in a little coat.....

Another Sign I'm Getting Old

Tonight I took Mouth to his first concert: Sevendust, Three Days Grace and Avenged Sevenfold. Perhaps it's because it's not my type of music, perhaps it's because this is the first concert I've attended without indulging in beer (in fact, I don't think I've ever been to our local arena without a big ol' cup of beer) but I'm spending most of the concert sitting here on my Blackberry. Facebook, Bravo tv blogs (gotta catch up with my housewives!), and blogging.

(Although I will admit I jammed to Three Days Grace. 'I Hate Everything About You' kicked ass!!!)

Good lord, it's already past my bedtime and the main act isn't even on yet.








Mouth and his friend August rocking out.

Maybe It's Because I'm Sick. Or Just Sick Of It All.

Mouth had a cold last week so it was no surprise that I woke yesterday with a scratchy throat (thanks a lot, kid!) However, I woke this morning completely miserable and have been in bed most of the day. At one point, I quickly checked my email on the BB and found this (names have been obscured to protect petty people):

"Hi Mrs. Shute,

Zane got a checkmark today from Mrs. M******* for talking back. He was talking with another boy while she was addressing the class and she politely asked him to move to another table. He replied, "Why, I don't want to move." She asked him again to move and he said something else (I don't remember what was said the second time.)

Also, when we came back to class we had a new seating chart and he complained to me that he didn't want to sit with the other two students that I put him with. I spoke to him about him questioning my decisions and why I or Mrs. M******* ask him to do something.

Have you seen some of this attitude at home?

Mr. A***"

Seriously? SERIOUSLY. My response, which I magnified because I'm too tired to figure out how to make the email more clear:

What's Grosser Than Gross?

Drinking Red Bull right after you brush your teeth. I think I'd rather fall asleep at work.

Correction...Sort Of

I must correct myself about something I wrote last year because I recently saw a woman wearing a bluetooth. I was wrong to stereotype and think that only self-absorbed, tasteless, clueless schmuck men wore bluetooths. SORRY.

(However, it must be noted that Bluetooth woman was wearing camouflage overalls and had only about half of her teeth.)

I Have No Clue Who He Gets It From

Mouth attended a classmate's birthday pool party tonight. I asked him how it went.

Mouth: "It was fun but the girls were making fun of my moobs."

Me: "Aww. I'm sorry. What jerks."

Mouth: "It's okay. They'll all be starting their periods soon and their parents will be cowering in the corner, wielding pitchforks, as they scream, 'WHAT DO YOU MEAN ONCE A MONTH????"

God, I love this kid.