Beyonce Rocks My World, & More Randomness

Ahhh, Monday... yuck!

1. Today is the day I clean up every room in the house after the entire family was visiting over the weekend.

HA! ... Or...

2. Today is the day I tidy a few things and think about all the other cleaning I should be doing while I sit here and type.

Yup, definitly the second.

As mentioned above we have a bit of a Beyonce obsession going on the house right now. My 5 year old son has a new favourite song.... Sweet Dreams. Have you heard it? Every time we get in the van or I open up iTunes he asks to hear the 'turn the lights on song' (she says that a few times through out).

I was thinking the other day it may be kinda weird that my son is so into Beyonce... I mean sure he heard the song some how (I had very little to do with it, maybe not, whatever). And then I remembered a very long time ago another one of my children had an bit of an obsession with the self proclaimed Diva (okay, so, maybe I own the CD, this is not a crime).

When my oldest was a very little, sweet baby boy. His Daddy did something very irresponsibe and got his Mommy knocked up again. Bad Daddy!

So while I should have been happily enjoying my first born's first and only 5-14 months. I was sick and exaughsted. Poor baby boy spent a lot of time hanging out on the living room floor playing all by himself while his Mommy folded laundry, ate, did homework and tried not to fall asleep. Did I forget to mention I was in college? Oh, and that summer I worked full-time shift work. Not. Cool. So, anywho, BB spent some time on his own, relatively speaking. And sometimes maybe we watched music videos... I mean, Oh who am I kidding. It's not good TV material for children under 1 (under 14, for that matter, but whatevs). I remember watching him this one time, just playing, or banging on things and squaking, all the sudden he stopped and turned to the TV. He was mesmerized, in a daze. All because of Beyonce.

So, technically maybe Beyonce doesn't rock my world, but my boys sure do seem to have a thing for her.

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And More Random Stuff

Styrofoam. Is the devil. It sits there, lurking inside boxes of electronics and other household items. Waiting for me to forget that it's there, so it can screeeeeech in my unsuspecting ears. Touch it? Ha, yeah right! Eat off of it... ohhhh, it's giving me the shivers just thinking about it. Hasn't everyone heard? Styrofoam is killing the planet. Common people, Mother nature needs you to stop producing this stuff. It's just bad.

Paper. Okay, so this one is a little bit trickier. I may be just about to relveal how weird I really am. I promise I'm not cerifiably crazy, or, at least I've never been certified crazy. ha...ha.. Moving on.

News papers: don't read them, I can't touch them. They feel gross, and they smell, they leave ink on my fingers.

Books: this one is odd because I love, love to read. My hands must be very moisturized to touch them. Some are worse than others.

Toilet paper: use it for what it is supposed to be used for, and that is it! Some people use it to blow their noses(kleenex), remove eye make up(cotton pads), wipe things up(rags/wipes) - must. stop. My gag reflex is kickin in.

Kleenex: blow and throw! I cannot understand how people can use one of these babies and then stuff it some where ie. sleeve, pocket, purse, to save for later use.

Napkins: why? my knife sticks to you and then i have bits of paper in my food, and then I'm supposed to touch you to my face? I think not!

The thing about all paper is that if you get it wet, damp, it gets all... i can't think clearly, just a minute... shreddy, bally, icky, gross - *vomit*

Foil. Why do you hate me so? Staring me down from your new location in your balled up little form. Do you tell Hubby you are afraid of the garbage so he'll feel sorry for you and let your icky little life last just a little longer? I do not know. I DO know however, that I will not be the one to end your life. Oh no. Hubby will return from work, and it will be his responsibility to finish what he started.

Okay, so, maybe I got a little carried away on that last one. Strange but true people, strange but true.

P.S. LB, just because Daddy is very bad doesn't mean we don't love you whole bunches!!