Thought Vomit Thursday (on Friday)

Thought Vomit Thursday is pretty self explanatory right?  Right.  Mmmk.

- I know my new layout is ugly and "sparse" as Oak pointed out, but I promise I will change it.  I was looking through the blog dealy whopper selection thingy and trying to decide on a new design.  And then I got bored.  It's not that I'm not technologically savvy, it's just that constantly trying to figure out the changes all these mother fuckers make bores me.  It's like all this FB hullabaloo.  Everyone is all pissed off about the changes and I couldn't give a SHIT about it.  I still get to say fuck and post pictures of my drunk eyeballs right?  Word.  FB and I are still bee eff eff's.

- The last couple of nights, my little adorable infant has decided to start waking up at 1:30 a.m.  I woke up and instantly thought, "Oh hell no, Mommy don't play that."  For you young 'uns out there google Homie the clown and you'll get my old school reference.  And for reals, in my head I really said, "Oh hell no, Mommy don't play that."  I swear it, I really did.  So I went in to his room to make sure he wasn't dying, and it's a good thing I did too because he was lying on his stomach!  Gasp! I'm not sure how I'm going to handle the stomach sleeping heart attack sitch I have going.  But right, yeah, back to his room.  I talked to him, comforted him, told him it was ok but there was no way in fucking hell I was feeding him and/or letting him come in my bed at 1:30 a.m.  That wily little critter looked at me with those sad eyes and big frown and talked me into feeding him.  But I stood over his crib and fed him and after 2 minutes he was asleep again.  We are going to have a talk about this.

- I need activities.  I'm bored and getting depressed sitting at home.  So here they are: every day... gym.  I've been waiting for L to get "a little older" before I dumped him off at the gym daycare because it's really not the greatest.  I'm not even sure anyone will pay attention to him at all.  But it's only an hour a day, and I can check on him, and I'm sure he won't die.  Well mostly sure.  I hope they don't lay him on his stomach.  And on Mondays at noon I am going to the movies by myself.  I always want to see movies but never do.  So taking a baby to the movie won't be so bad Mondays at noon right?  I tested it out today.  It wasn't bad.  I ate a lot of popcorn though.  Also my sister and I are trading babysitting once a week so we can volunteer at our kids' schools.  So at least I'll be able to hang with her a little each week.  Other than that, my ass is getting skinny and hot.  Oh plus I'm still taking an online college class.  I'd better get busy on that.

- I took Dr. Laura's books back to the library.  I couldn't take anymore.  Obviously.  If you were thinking about trying it, here are the good parts: Try to be grateful for the things your husband does for you.  Compliment your husband on his hard work, hot bod, and general awesomeness.  Fuck him 3 times a week.  The bad parts are about 300 pages long.  They include such nonsense as it's all your fault if your husband is an asshole or forgets your birthday, if you have a career you are a horrible mother, and if you don't want to fuck 3 times a week do it anyway because your man is more important than what you want or don't want.

- That's all I've got.  And now in true TVT fashion, it's time to get drunk.  Oh wait, is that part of the deal, or do I just keep hoping it is?