Beyoncè All the Way.

Who the nuts is Beck?! Who the nuts are these big shot people in charge of selecting the nominees and winners of Grammys? Who?! I would like to know what in the world is so freaking special about this little (and unattractive) man that won Album of the Year over BEYONCE! This is craziness. I've never heard of this guy, I mean he was nominated so I'm sure he's great or whatever but I am willing to bet that he hasn't gotten millions of girls around the world super hype before going out. And I'm also willing to bet that he's never helped anyone sing a sassy song to kick their ex to the curb to. And I know that he hasn't done whatever it is that he does in stilettos while singing and dancing perfectly in tune and on the beat n that order. Boom. Not better than Queen Bey. Sorry not sorry. 

I Am Junie B.

My parents wonder why and how I turned out so sassy. I often suggest that it's simply mimicry of the attitude of the woman that I live with and call "mom", but I've been told that that suggestion is way off. Anyways, my second approach leads to the idea that it started subconsciously early on. My parents and grandparents always wanted me to read, or listen to them read when I couldn't. Like any other family, they wanted me to expand my vocabulary, do something beneficial with my time, and learn to love reading, since it is something I'll be doing a lot of for the rest of my life. Once I was old enough to pick out and read my own books at the library, I picked out the classic childhood humors. I've never been one for facts. Series such as: Amelia Bedelia, Dr. Seuss, Little Critter, Dear Dumb Diary, Goosebumps and my favorite, Junie B. Jones! What they didn't know is that the hilarious and mischievous fictional kindergartener known as Junie B. (The B stands for Beatrice) was helping mold their own little one into the spunky kid that always kept them busy. I lived by those books! They made me laugh out loud way before it was a well known acronym. I admired Junie B.'s outspoken bravery and her plots and schemes to get her way. There was no way for my parents to know I was taking mental note of these tiny adventures; they just saw the bright "I Can Read!" sticker on the front cover and assumed it was safe. But whether it be "the Stupid Smelly Bus", "a Little Monkey Business", or "Her Big Fat Mouth" Junie B. Jones was truly an inspiration.