So much to post, so little time....

First of all, hi! How ya been? Busy but good, here. Thanks for askin'!

A ton of blogworthy stuff has happened, and I can't remember all of it, but here goes what I do remember...

So you remember not too long ago, around the end of May, the post about E's new cat? Well, somehow, in his mind, the boy had it rationalized that since Graham Cracker (Cracka A. Craka, in a *Chris Rock voice,* in my mind) is a full grown cat, then obviously he still had a kitten coming to him. So I come home one day and he's brought this little ball of black fur with claws and teeth into the house. He shoves the kitten into my face and announces:

"I named him Blackie Chan!"


Oh really? Did you, now?

"What? You named him what?"
"Blackie Chan. Can I keep him?"
"Ummm... okay... and you came up with this all on your own?"
"Yeah. He's black and white*, just like me. And he has kung fu man moves, like Jackie Chan."



Okay...*look of profound resignation* Coz you see what I did to myself there? The stammering I did, trynna come to grips with my 7 year old naming a black kitten "Blackie Chan," I used the word "okay".... which naturally was interpreted as consent.

"Why Mom? Did I say something bad?"
"No... just nevermind. Wait... did you say the kitten has 'kung fu man moves?'"
"Yeah!! It's awesome, watch!"

Then the child proceeds to play with said kitten until he did indeed display some wicked cool kung fu action poses!

Needless to say, we now have two cats.  Cracka isn't all that fond of Blackie Chan yet, but that's the way it goes with cats. They're learning to coexist. It's a process. And please do not confuse this with social commentary. I promise there is no correlation between house cats and the state of "post-racial" society in general! I'm ok with that if you are.

What I can't come to terms with is the fact that my son chose two so appropriate yet inappropriate names for these cats....

*mama cat was black, daddy cat was white, so no, E, not JUST like you, the same but opposite.

A little homework, a little G-Chat....

I'm starting to think I ought to rename this blog "Chronicles of an Old Bish in School Again," but naw... I'd hafta change too many links.  Anyway, as I worked on my web based class assignments tonight, the g-chat box popped up, and there was my eTwin!!  Yay!  She was excited that the Bull City Slam Team won SouthernFried Poetry Slam... AGAIN!!  Woot!!  Her hunnybunny Elliot Axiom is a member of the team... Go EL!!!!


Anyhooooo....  Amy + Alise + g-chat = silly.  Enjoy.


This first screen shot is at the end of the segue from one topic to another.... her typing something I was just about to type, me telling her to get out of my head, her refusal to vacate the premises....

Now here I go telling her what kind of conundrums I am charged to address:

And the punchline...

Well, that's what we use it for!!


Have a ratchetness filled week, y'all!! I'll be checking in now and again...