My secret addiction

Hello everyone, my name is Beau Kasha and I am an addict. Yes, it is with much shame and embarrassment that I am admitting to you of my deep dark secret addiction to... facebook status updates.

I know, horrifying, isn't it? I keep my secret longings buried deep inside, lest I show to the world how depraved I am and how low I've sunk. And also because I've vowed to never become one of those type of people, who update their status every fifteen minutes and inflict upon the facebook world countless recountings of their boring daily life. (Plus, I don't want to find any of my updates on Lamebook or Failbook. Click the links, you'll see what I mean!)

I find myself at odd times during the day wanting to run to the computer and jot down some random thought, or something one of the kids said, or even an opinion of a talk show. And it hurts, oh it hurts so bad, this self-imposed limitation I've put in place.

And so I've saved it all up, all these pointless random status updates that dance around my head. And I've decided to put them all in a blog post. So in true facebook fashion, here they are...

BeauSaxon Kasha...

has done more laundry in the past two days than in an entire two weeks! How is it that just when you've caught up, suddenly there's a mountain of clothes and towels and bedding and pillows and coats, sitting in front of the washer and you just want to CRY!?

is now a tea-drinker. Haven't drank a drop of coffee in almost two weeks now! Weird, I know. Next thing you know I'll be eating crumpets and talking with a British accent.

thinks its funny how Blue's Clues never goes out of style, for a kid anyway. Its been around now for what, ten years? And its still Ryder's go-to movie. Getting mighty tired of hearing those same old songs... "Blue skidoos, we can too!"

Why do I have three spatulas, four flippers, four wooden spoons, several whisks and tongs, two big spoons, and yet only ONE slotted spoon? And why is it always dirty, in the dishwasher, or just plain LOST when I need to use it?

just found one of my 'toys' on the floor downstairs. Just laying there, by the couch! What the...? It was NOT there ten minutes ago. Good thing I found it before the boys got home from school. (Imagine trying to explain that?) RYDER BRONS KASHA!!!

thinks that if antidepressants work/feel like percocet, then I'm on board. Seriously, the mouth pain is gone, I finally have energy and umption to do stuff, and it just makes me happy! I can see why people get addicted.

just heard three different Motley Crue songs on the radio, all on different stations, playing at the same time, weird! Home Sweet Home, Dr Feelgood, and Girls Girls Girls. Didn't know which one to listen to. Ended up choosing HSH, brings back good memories of a grade 4/5 sleepover at Mandy Lentz's house, listening to it and all us girls singing along.

is really trying to like this Nicorette Inhaler but its hard, for a few reasons: 1) it looks like a tampon, 2) makes the back of my mouth sting, and 3) blowing out smoke is half the fun of smoking! BUT, I will admit that its better than a real cigarette for when I'm driving (kids aren't getting all smoked-out) or in a public situation. Mind you, then I feel like explaining that no, I'm not trying to smoke a tampon.

is wondering how Maury Povich has a better talk-show 'rep' than Jerry Springer -- their shows are almost the same (minus the fights). Same issues (cheating, lie detector tests, are you my child's father?), same smack-talk by the guests, same drama. Must be because he looks so distinguished and respectable.