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Posts tagged ‘housecleaning’


A big thanks to Randomdeviations  for nominating me for this award! I never expected my blog to take off as much as it had. So another BIG thanks to those of you are following me! I’ll try to keep the good stuff coming for your continued entertainment! :D

Now go check out Randomdeviations she’s got a very quirky and upbeat blog. Her style is fun and relaxed, and very entertaining!

Apparently this award comes with rules . . .

1. Thank the person who gave you this award and include a link to their blog. Did this. :D

2. Share 7 things about yourself  I’m feeling very lazy today. (writing wise, I’m actually bouncing back and forth between this and housework (; ) I think I’ll do this one when I go to redo my about page.

3. Choose 15 blogs/bloggers that you enjoy and nominate them for the Versatile Blogger Award This might take awhile. I don’t think I know quite 15 yet, but there are quite a few very good blogs I lurk at from the bushes, creep upon, look at every now and then.  So I will do this one in time.

And now, back to doing the dishes! YAY


I Have Been Brain Conditioned by 80s music

When I was a young child and my mom would decide to tear up the house and rearrange things to get rid of all the clutter and dust bunnies, she’d always put on mixed tapes of her most favoritest songs. She was a child of the 80s so you can imagine …

If you can’t, here are some examples:











I will admit to liking a few of these song.  XD Some of the sappier ones, not so much. I like to rock. Thankyouverymuch. Like A Hurricane! *air guitar solo* Ahem. On a sidenote, the Seether remake of Careless Whisper is pretty badass.

Back on subject.

I’d always know my mom was about to do some serious cleaning when she’d put on the mixed tape and haul out the vacuum. This music was for hardcore cleaning only. No dusting the knicknacks and sweeping the dirt under the rug sort of stuff. No. This was for pulling out the couch, scrubbing the kitchen floor, and rearranging all the books and movie tapes music. This was for when Dad comes home he’ll think he’s at the wrong house, better leave the lights on at night because the muscle memory diagram you have of the furniture is now obsolete, housecleaning. That takes determination, that takes the whole afternoon. That takes help from your kids.

My brother and I both would be bombarded for hours with this music whilst helping our mom. (there was no choice because the house becomes a war zone when my mom cleans) Eventually we’d get sick of it (cleaning, the music, and her singing along with the music whilst cleaning) and go outside.

But that stuff sticks to you. It’s like Pavlov’s dog. The dog hears the bell and drools. I hear some epic 80s music, and I want to go tear up my house.

In fact, my house could use some 80s music right about now….