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!

Bournemouth is beautiful!

I don't intend on talking much, since I'm crazy-tired, but I probably will.

So I was down in Bournemouth this weekend, like I said I would be. We left about 3.30pm and would've been there in great time ... if there hadn't been stupid traffic at the Dartford tunnel. I've never had to queue to get off the QEII before ... and there were roadworks on the M25. We got there about ten past 8, and they extended our dinner. But bless the boy, he hadn't had a nap at nursery and he didn't sleep all car ride (we have a car DVD player, he was hooked on Thomas, Alvin 2, The Gruffalo and Toy Story throughout the journey) so dinner was the last thing he wanted. He had a melon starter, ignored the risotto I ordered for his dinner but had a humungus bowl of fruit salad for pudding. He had apple, banana and raisins in the car ... this is what I meant in a previous post, all that boy seems to eat is fruit, sweets and chocolate. And nursery food. And fish fingers.

Anyway, he fell asleep on my lap when we were trying to put his bedside protector thing together and when I tried to put him in bed, I tripped and kicked the divan. It's the same toe I always seem to hit like this, so it was stuffed up enough, but now the nail's ripped halfway along near the bit where the toenail starts to show. I'm going to have a ripped nail for months. Or no nail, which is far grosser.

So yeah, yesterday morning we had time to kill, and we walked over to Bournemouth town centre along the water front. We went with my brother-in-law's parents, and they're pretty cool. Found a shell windchime for my baby sister, and then we walked through these garden things. I wish my town had them ... they had these art displays going on, one was tin shapes everywhere, one was 'an impossible golf course', there was this gold-painted frame with photo's. My favourite one was this deck chair, but instead of material it had a strip of grass, and there was a sign by it saying 'keep off the grass' ... brilliant!

They had this little craft market thing too, which had this yummy bread stall (where we nicked chocolate brownie samples lol) and a fudge stall ... I love fudge. Especially this fudge. Proper fudge. I still have some fudge. But not for long. Anyway, we also found fresh donuts - I am all about fresh, seaside donuts. Where we have a beach hut, they take out pre-packed donuts, heat them in the donut machine, and coat them in sugar. It's criminal, but it's a pretty deprived area. They've only just got a tesco's. So yeah, it was nice to be able to have proper seaside donuts.

Me and my dad took the boy miniature golfing as well, while my brother-in-law's father went in this hot air balloon. He treated it like shuffleboard and when we told him the ball had to go in the hole he picked it up and put it there. Typical 2 year old. He did well though, got bored about the 13th hole. He was charging up and down that course, being all adorable lol.

Getting ready was fairly easy too. We gave the boy a bath and my dad took him out while I got ready, and ten minutes before we were due downstairs, we wrestled the boy into his suit. He held out for the starter, and the sorbet round (he loves champagne sorbet in a brandy snap nest. Who knew?) but he wasn't having his main course. Or the dessert course. So I trouped him upstairs thinking he'd sleep, and thinking I'd let him watch a little Alvin on the portable DVD. I was falling asleep through it (even when my dad brought up my liquer from that course, and my ladies present - a butterfly on a perfume bottle. Love at first sight) but boy got second wind. I hate when I'm more tired than him. I had to force him to sleep. It wasn't easy - we could hear the music downstairs - but I started singing along with 'Wonderful tonight' and then started lullabys, stroking his hair. Worked a charm!

This morning was shakeaways day ... good stuffs! Found this shop called Past Times, and it made me think of Poppy Coburn's blog ... it had all this art deco stuff, jewellery and mirrors, rings stands, powder boxes. Plus some old toys, knitting dolls like I used to use because I couldn't work needles ... there was a lot of things that reminded me of stuff Sophie Kinsella writes too. Lavendar and such. Anyway, I got this little green dragonfly brooch and a butterfly jewellery stand (can you tell I like butterflies? I've got this pale pink butterfly ring from miss selfridge too) was hard to resist half that shop.

The rest of the day was driving and sleeping awkwardly in the car and rest stations and picking my brother up from the other side of London where his girlfriend lives and I've sat uncomfortably for so much of today I need my double bed and thousands of cushions. I need my home luxury.

I've missed you though, blog.