Mama's Little Sadist

Unfortunately it seems I'm raising a sociopath. Or maybe just your run of the mill psycho. Today he pushed a twin mattress over on the baby and then whacked him in the head with a metal cup. Not good. He looks too cute to be evil, but so do sheep and we all know how that goes.

WDYT, mini-psycho or sweet toddler learning the cause/effect theory in odd ways?

The Effects of Walking

I went walking tonight. As a form of exercise that is. I figured I'd get to the end of the street and double over in a life threatening asthma attack, but no such luck, I made it a whole mile, or close to a mile. We'll stick with "a mile" though because it sounds more impressive. My goal was to come home and not eat anything afterwards because I'd already had dinner, but a cursed banana chocolate chip loaf was staring at me and I succumbed to temptation. I felt guilty about eating that, which lead to me eating my feelings and having some popcorn. Crap.

And so it starts...

I've contemplated this whole blog thing for a long time. I generally have nothing of importance to say (or I do, but this will be much more light hearted than that), and I ramble a lot, but I figured hey, why not be like everyone else. I haven't seen many other people's that are overly incredible either. So if mine is mundane, I figure it's not any worse than the other 5.2 million mundane blogs. At least I'll try to keep mine active. That's something.