Finally...I did this blog thingy...

Ok, so I just started this and have NO idea what I'm doing...thus, no pictures yet or anything. I must speak to the divine Nickel and sort out how to do all that. However, I needed some sort of literary outlet before my head fell off from disuse, and for that purpose...no picture needed.
Since I tend to run on a non-conformist, totally bizarre, and mostly random thought pattern at all times, that is how I write. And talk. My poor husband. He has to deal with my stream of thought babble on a daily basis, but, after five years, he's gotten used to it.
Which reminds me...I must come up with an alias for him and the little guy. Hm.
Oh, right back to thought thingy from before...stream of consciousness...um...oh yes. Here's where I was going with that. I just watched last week's Glee (because we got rid of cable, so I have to work it into my crazy week whenever I can via Hulu) anyhow...Jessie. Yeah. I never liked him until just this week when he dumped Rachel. Clearly I have never quite gotten over my high schoolish 'unattainable man syndrome'. At least, some small part of me hasn't. Because frankly, he's sort of a douche, but not in a good Puck kind of way, and I've never liked him at all. Until now, and I'm guessing it's because Rachel can't have him. Speaking of Rachel...I used to root for her, but now she's become so irritating that I can't even stand the sight of her. I think maybe they need to tone down her character or something. She's totally unlikable lately.
Hm, my first blog here ever, and somehow it turned into a Glee tirade. I will have to work on that.
You know, I think the little guy's alias is going to be Little Guy, but I still have nothing for the husband. I think the problem is that it is very easy to come up with unflattering code names for people, but my husband is mostly lovely and it's hard to think up nice ones. He is very um..thrifty though. VERY thrifty. He's the Thriftmaster General of the Lehigh Valley, you can ask anyone who knows him and they will totally tell you that. So. Hm. Ok, he's going to be T.G. for Thriftmaster General. There. Done.
Sometimes we call the Little Guy the Poopmaster General of the Lehigh Valley. (He's not quite one, and still in diapers) I don't mind changing diapers but sometimes it leads to me doing the dumbest stuff. Like today for instance. He took a poo that required a bath, and me...being the idiot I am...carried him into the bathroom naked, and while holding him, turned the water on.
Oh yes. I so did this dumb thing. And of course he peed all over me and everything within a five foot radius. Fortunately, that was my share of drama today, so things were pretty low key.
I'm working on planning the Little Guy's birthday party right now, and am caught up in the fun of party planning. I just adore planning parties. I could do it for a living except that I KNOW I would not be able to put up with tacky people wanting ridiculous things and would end up 'having words' with people over paper fold-out bells and the like.
Wait...what was my point here? Oh...BIRTHDAY! The Little Guy is having a circus theme first birthday and we are going to have all sorts of fun stuff and I'm in negotiations (haha) with Chrizzle over using her 'Hello Cupcake' book to make circus theme cupcakes. Actually, the negotiations have gone well with me asking if I could check out the book and her offering to help make the cupcakes. She's very kind like that. She also had a very cool wedding and understands the need for untacky. It was in an art gallery with all this amazing glass sculpture stuff and she had an ice-cream wedding cake...OH and the coolest flowers. See, that was sneaky because I did her flowers. But she will tell you herself that they were cool, so there.
Hm. 10:30. I must go to bed because the Little Guy usually wakes up around 6:30 AM, and this Domestic Diva needs her beauty sleep. (or any sleep really, because in a house with a semi-toddler, sleep is at a premium) Well, I am off to bed, wheeeeeeee!