Who needs routine anyway?

Okay, so music is pretty big with me. Not as huge as some of my friends, but still pretty big.

There's this quote, I forget which book now, it's either Sarah Dessen or Lindsey Kelk, which goes 'if you say you like all music, it's because you haven't fallen in love with a style yet'.

Basically, you can listen to all types of music, but there should always be one style that stands out, or else you'll never really appreciate music.

I like most music. I'm very give-and-take on rap and r&b, house and club music. There are few tracks I like. I love pop as a guilty pleasure, but my all time favourite is punk-pop. I like country and jazz and old-fashioned rock'n'roll, I can take emo and screamo and opera. Musicals make me happy, soundtracks account for half my music collection (I first heard mest on Bring It On). I like instrumentals too - Vivaldi's 4 seasons got me through my A levels. Sixties music, Eighties music, some 20's swing ... like it all.

So it's a little bit of a change that I'm currently uploading 'r&b clubland' onto my computer. Buuuut, although there's a few turkeys on there, it's practically a collection of all the songs I can tolerate in the genre. So why the heck not?

Don't worry, I'll most likely follow it up with a good dose of NFG.

All of today was a change from the routine. Boy got me decorating biscuits this morning. There was one my brother-in-law had done y-fronts on, and boy had bitten the head off. So I put red icing on the neck wound. It looked amazing.

And boy and I decided to go get more decorating stuffs, and as I was off to get dressed (at midday), I got a text about going kiting ... and thought 'why the heck not?' (I was running out of ideas for decorations) so we went kiting/football with some work peeps.

Was good, I think boy loved the idea of having a huge field to run around in. Freedom tastes extra sweet when you're 2, I guess. He found this little path in some trees and had me running up and down it with him for a good half hour. And we both tried kiting, but he stopped when it dragged him on the ground and he started crying (don't worry, boy wasn't allowed to do it unsupervised, that kite pull got me too) ... it reminded me of how you hold the poles when skiing, how you square the reins to your body and use your torso for the direction ... which just makes me miss skiing (and it's been ten years since I went. I was awesome on the slopes, after the first day of falling on my ass and almost quitting). He made me laugh, when he called everyone either 'man' or 'girl' even though I told him their names. I think he heard 'blah blah man, blah blah girl, blah blah blah' ... which is what he normally hears when I talk.

We still got biscuit decorating crap. Cost me a good £30, but it keeps him quiet for a morning, so it's money well spent, lol.

Definitely beats constantly pulling him away from the TV. A whole day without Alvin, Toy Story, Spongebob, Penguins of Madagascar, Bob The Builder, In the night garden ... you have no idea how good that feels!