My poor cat is terrified of my child.  Maybe it’s because she’s just never really gotten the chance to get used to him.  Or maybe it’s because every time Lukas gets close to her, he gets so excited that he beats her…with his hands, toys, shoes, pillows.  He’s not being mean, he loves Miss Bootsey.  He always tries to get close to her to pet her and examine her, but she runs away like the devil is after her.  My cat thinks my baby is the devil.

He knows her name.  He can’t enunciate all of the consonants quite yet so all he says is "Boo," in his sweet, angelic voice.  It’s really quite adorable, sitting at the table watching Lukas chase the cat, his arms straight up in the air yelling, "BOO!  BOOOOO!"  And after a while of chasing her, he looks at me in a sad sad face and admits defeat.  He’s used to being adored by all and I don’t think he can understand why the cat doesn’t adore him as well.

He’s also entering the long and laborious stage of the TEMPER TANTRUM.  He did it in the grocery store on Saturday.  I was doing my shopping and the cart was quite full.  He turned around and grabbed a tub of Cool Whip from the cart and started chewing on the safety seal.  I took it away and put it in back in the cart.  He got it back after giving me stink-eye.  I took it away again.  He took it back.  I took it away and put it at the front of the cart where he couldn’t reach it.  He started screaming.  He started flailing.  He slammed his face into the handle of the shopping cart and hurt his mouth and screamed louder.  The grocery store was VERY crowded and it felt like everybody was staring at me since he was screaming like I was trying to kill him.  I tried comforting him, but that pissed him off even more, so I tried telling him in a stern voice to stop…that didn’t work.  I just had to go on with my shopping until he realized I wasn’t playing in to his tantrum and he quieted down and started being all smiley and flirty with the other shoppers as usual.  When we’re at home and he throws a tantrum, he throws himself on the floor and hits the back of his head on the floor really hard, making the tantrum much worse and it just kills me.  If it weren’t for that sweet smile, the way he comes to me for hugs, the way his voice goes really sweet when he says "Momma" as opposed to "NEH NEH"  or "DADA", and the way he giggles when we chase him, I’d have gone completely schizoid by now.  Those sweet things about him kind of negate the bratty things…even though the bratty things themselves are something to be loved. 

I’ve been a little busy getting Datester up and running.  It’s at the point now where it’s all little stuff that needs to be done, like writing blurbs for dating sites categories instead of the Latin diatribe that is there now.  We’re getting along.  Sick of hearing about that site yet?  THEN GET OVER THERE AND INTERACT WITH THE EFFING SITE!  TAKE A POLL!  LEAVE A COMMENT!  Ok…..I’ll shut up.

Jessie got really drunk last night.  He’s usually really weird when he’s drunk.  When he’s drunk, he, of course, gets all horny and gropey.  He’s also one of those "I LOVE YOU" drunks so I got a lot of that.  And then I ate his Tootsie Roll.  He stuck it up my sleeve for some reason so I started eating it and he stared at me for about 30 seconds and started..

"You ate my fucking Tootsie Roll you fucking asshole!  That was MY Tootsie Roll and you ate it!"  He then started throwing little candy bars at me while screaming about his Tootsie Roll.

"You are such an asshole!  You eat my Tootsie Rolls and write blogs about me!  You asshole!"  Then he started laughing hysterically.  I got up and left and came up to bed alone, hoping he would stay on the couch, but NOOOOO.  He came up yelling that I left him down there and then he got into bed with me and the pervert came back.  He was saying stuff like "I want to get at ya,"  and "Touch my boner," for about an hour and a half before he finally passed out.  Why am I doing this to him?  Writing this embarrassing blog about him?  Because I thought he GAVE me that effing Tootsie Roll and there was no need to get all mean and belligerent about it!  Stupid thing.  A small piece of chocolate taffy…..geez.

Datester.com is live.  Take a peek.  It’s not perfect yet, there are still a few tiny bugs, but I happen to think that it looks terrific.  If you guys want to contribute, again, we’ll pay.