Baby class starts tonight at 7 and goes until 9:30. I can barely contain myself since I am so damned excited.
Guitar lessons tomorrow night. I have refrained from reviewing last weeks lesson because it was a bit fucked up(teacher didn't show up, etc.) Hopefully this week will go as planned and I will give a proper review.
More baby class Wednesday. Yay.
Who knows what the rest of the week has in store, hopefully not much. I finally fixed our sprinkler pump this weekend, and adjusted our sprinklers. There is still a bit of adjusting to do, but I would have to go to the store and get some risers, and I didn't feel like doing that yesterday. I finally finished Nikki Sixx's Heroin Diaries this weekend, and I don't much feel like reading anymore depressing Rock and Roll biographies for awhile. I don't quite understand how some people can drink a bottle of Jack, take 8 valiums, snort a gram of coke and shoot heroin all night, almost every night of the year, and still be alive, while other people who do none of that die at 50 from a stroke. It blows my mind.
Things to look forward to this week:
Not baby class.
New 'Children of Bodom' CD comes out Tuesday.
Payday is this week.
Yep, that's it.
5 comments:
Baby class may not be much fun, but my guess is that it will be valuable. Besides, attending this for LBF is just the beginning -- just think of the years to come: PTA meetings, parent-teacher conferences, coaching basketball, attending recitals, spelling bees, school plays, etc.
Too bad not a single one of those functions serves cocktails.
Brother....just wait until you get to watch a video from the 80's of baby heads "crowning" and women screaming their heads off. In the delivery room, everything you've learned goes out the window and you go into a different mindset. Bring a CD player and crank some Pantera or Slayer...they don't teach you that in class.
Is this the breathing classes or what? Is Ryan going? Have fun.
Dah...Is Ryan going...You are the one posting...I am out there today, forgot who's blog I was reading. Have fun you two!
As if I am ecstatic to go sit through this. Remember I am the one who feels like crap today (emergency dr. visit), hasn't slept more than a 2.5 hour stretch in months, and has the bowling ball in my gutt. Poor you. My hormones are not in the mood for your whining.
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