Side-Eye Glory in my @Replies....

Hey, y'all! The greatest thing just happened to me!!! And it's all thanks to ThePBG!! (I lubs ThePeebz!!!)
Yesterday, the Twitter had eaten all of my @Replies. So while Mr. Man and I watched Monday Night Football (ok, he was watching, I was pestering Blackie Chan...), I decided to check and see if the Tuhh-wittuhhh had decided to give them back.  And it had... a few.

But the really great part was the new @Replies that had appeared

Well... of course I had to investigate... And what I discovered was more precious than unicorn tears, more glittery than pixie-dust, more uplifting than phoenix wings.

What I discovered, was Supreme Side-Eye Dog. 

Behold, and weep!

Supreme Side-Eye Dog has earned the distinction of being the only canine in the Side-Eye Hall of Fame, and only the second non-human member.

WTF Cat Proudly welcomes you, 
Side-Eye Dog!

I really do have a point, here...

Sometime this past spring, it occurred to me it would be a good idea to take summer semester classes. We won't get into the folly of that thought, or the fact that I clearly need more people, as we have covered that ground already....

Skip to the point where I say that my computer science class has been the bane of my existence. Yes. The bane of my existence... for reals. It isn't hard, just busyworks me to death!!

Here's a brief synopsis of my current frustration... we were assigned to write two papers.  First one was to address how computers figure into my chosen major--nursing (and if you didn't know that, well, you are either new or slow...). First paper done, no prob.  On to second paper... topic: choose an IT career that you would be interested in, write all about the requirements, duties, salary, job forecast, and why you chose that career... la di da...

I chose the career website design/development, or as our TEXT refers to it... Webmaster! I turn in my topic paragraph and get told that this is not an IT career, but a career that uses computers.

You had to know this was coming....

WTF???


I said it... I made the face... I felt the sheer confusion and dismay...

Then I decided to go all the way in!!





First, however, I gathered all of my Facts & Examples (shout to O Hell Nawl)....

Exhibit A
Taken directly from the index of the text book... Computing Essentials Complete 2010, O'Leary and O'Leary














There it is, plainly, webmaster, page 49.

Exhibit B
Heading and beginning paragraph from said page 49....










And finally.... Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury.....

Exhibit C

Smiling Webmaster Guy

who loves his gatdambed

IT job!!!

(On page 49)

I sent a sternly, but respectfully, worded email to the instructor and presented my case.  Two days ago, mind you. I have yet to get a response, but I noticed on my grades that my points have been changed from 0/5 to 5/5 on my topic choice. And while I am gratified that apparently my topic choice is going to be allowed, methinks that the lack of response to the email smacks of .......

Yeah... let me censor myself. The semester ain't over yet.... but you know where I was going with that, don't you? That's why I luv y'all.... you really get me!

The Biggest Kitten I've Ever Seen

So first we must establish that I am not above bribing my child.  Not at all.  I don't have a problem in the world with dangling a carrot in front of his face.  Some people try to call this type of parental Jedi Mind Trick by more acceptable euphamisms... positive reinforcement, goal setting, that kinda crap.  I say bullsnit!  Call it what it is, I say!  It's a bribe.  Plain and simple.  And I'm totally ok with that.  It works.


Now that we have established that I openly and unashamedly bribe the boy, we can get on with the rest of the story.


The boy got hit most severely with spring fever.  So the last couple of months of school turned into a challenge to his ability to sit still.  This resulted in his "turning cards" on a couple of occasions.  Mama doesn't like that.  At first, I tried the "hit him where he lives" method.  Taking away his Wii, his bike, not letting him go play with his buddies.  That was moderately successful, but in the long run, it made me feel like I was always coming in after the fact and being the bad guy.  I didn't like that.  So, I reverted to my favorite form of behavior modification... I told him if he could get through the last month of school without turning any cards, he could get a kitten.  (This is where I refer you to a previous post for further illumination.)


Well, I reminded him what he was working toward every day.  I also told him clearly what his responsibilities would be if he managed to get a kitten.  And he did it.  He pulled it off.  So I had to hold up my end of the deal and produce the goods... well, the kitten.


Now, I might hate that damb ASPCA commercial, but I do agree that there isn't any better place to find a new pet than a shelter or rescue center.  So off we went.  As expected, there was plenty of oooh-ing and aaahh-ing over the baby kitties.  Petting and holding and playing and general cuteness, allathat there... But there were also adult cats that he made over.  So after an hour or more, I finally asked which one he wanted to take home.  I really expected him to choose this little black and white ball of fluff with a really sweet face.
But much to my surprise, he pointed down at his feet.  "I want this one, Mama."


An adult cat.  A fat, snuggly adult cat.  "She likes me.  She wants to be my cat."  How do you argue with that?
The man who runs the shelter asked, "What are ya gonna call her?"  Without hesitation, E answered, "GramCrackers."


Yeah, I don't get it either, but it amuses me.  I like to call her Cracka A. Craka in a *Chris Rock voice*.  I've been quit by at least 3 of my friends over that one.  Mostly we just call her Crackers.  Considering this is the same child who named our rat terrier Roger, I'm actually kinda ok with the name.


Anyway... Meet the big "kitten."  

Now, I have the rest of the summer to figure out what I'm gonna use to bribe him next school year....

More from the Side Eye Hall of Honor...

Last time we looked in on these hallowed halls, it was pretty much just a random happening.  This is a deliberate reprise.  Now, I will forewarn you, there is one Side Eye which is glaringly missing.  It ain't for lack of tryin'... but since she's had a lot on her plate, I'ma give her a pass (we have ferocity from eLuvvie, instead).  But despair not, I have Side Eye a-plenty!

First... we have the Lethal Look  reppin' the District of Columbia.  This look has been honed by years of laser sharp wit and a bullsnit detector bar none.  It screams, "Go head, then... if you're craaaazy..."

Behold The PBG! (Twitter @thepbg)

Our next two Side Eye Samurai hail from North Carolina.  Ignance is their stock in trade.  Please don't make the mistake of thinking you can prevail in a battle of wits with either.... they grow 'em merciless down there, apparently!


This gentleman makes one beg the question... is Rude necessarily Wrong?

Crownie McLocsface... Master of the Side Eye/Stank Face combo! Soul crushing, ain't it? (Twitter @crownieisRUDE)

Also hailing from NC, my sister from another mister... NaturallyAlise!!  Now this isn't a traditional, lookin' at you like you short style Side Eye.  
This is her "I'm slaying hoes effortlessly" Side Eye.  

NaturallyAlise trynna look innocent, but she knows she's bout to be on some ho-sh*t! (Twitter @NaturallyAlise)

This is the place where we should be dazzled by the brilliance of the Side Eye of Awesomely Luvvie.... instead, we have an image of one of her AwesomelyLuvvie Tees!  Getchu one... here's the link to her SpreadShirt online store:  LINK!

(Twitter @luvvieig)

And here's Luvvie's eSelf giving the Side Eye of Devastation!   

Now here's a Side Eye near and dear to my heart... It's because I can take credit for the nurturing of this Side Eye, it's development and growth... my own dear son.  No, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.  *Single Tear*

Awesome!

And it seems that he is making an attempt at the Side Eye/Stank Face Combination as well... must be a guy thing!


No Twitter for this lil' man... at least not yet!


And finally... one of my own.  I only aspire to have true Side Eye greatness one day.... in the meantime,
this is me.

(Twitter @amymay117)

Which is still closely related to this:

Yeah.... I love that Cat!!

Come back tomorrow for the BornDay Breakdown.... 42 and still acting like 35.  What? I was a late bloomer!!

By the way, click the pics of Peebz, Alise, and Luvvie for links to their fantastic blogs!

You can also check Peebz and Luvvie out on The Fresh Xpress!