Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

I'm not a Vermouth drinker but today after Cookie got off the bus--I sure could of become one. He gets off the bus and he is crying a little. I could tell he was trying real hard not to. He told me some kid punched him in the stomach real hard. I asked if the miscreant was still aboard the bus and Cookie said yes. So I got on the bus and I told Cookie to point out the turd. (Figuring I would then call the school and if a line-up was needed at a later date I could identify the perp). I get on the bus and Cookie points out the little, and here I would use a WWVS word but since this is a relatively clean spoken blog lets just say the word I'm thinking of sounds alot like rock sucker. Cookie does and the brat says, "Yeah I hit him, but I said I was sorry." Doesn't say Cookie did anything--the monster just felt like punching Cookie and then did. What a friggin' psychopath and the best part of this is the little cretin is a kindergartener too. I see the offender and my first thought (drummed into me through years of feel good psychology), is this kid is neglected, nobody let's a kindergartener look like this. It was dressed and had hair like some kind of teen skanky skate boarder. This somewhat charitable thought was immediately replaced by--you will pay and too bad that you have a horrible life, you picked the wrong kid to vent on. Anyway--got home and immediately called the principal. The principal immediately asks if Cookie and this kid had some kind of beef--I said no Cookie didnt even know the little a**. Anyway the principal is suppose to take care of it first thing tomorrow. As far as I'm concerned they should banish that jerk from the bus. By the way, the bus driver was of no help because he speaks absolutely no english.

On a somewhat happier note, I took the boys to Wheels go Round, a fund raiser for a library in our area. The boys got to climb into all kinds of vehicles--fire trucks, dump trucks, tour buses. They really liked it. More amazingly I entered a raffle and won a brand new Specialized Mountain Bike. The frame is a little big for Cookie, but he will grow into it.