You know that one playlist on your iPod?

In my last post, one of Ginger's responses gave me an idea for a new topic of conversation.

We all have one. Some of us are willing to talk about it, others not so much. Some of us have cause to listen to it often, others...well... not so much.

My friends, I am referring to the "special" playlist. The one that you put on when you send the kiddies to the Land of Nod, dim the lights, (in Chopsies case, hopefully they are off altogether) and let the magic happen.

I want to change mine up a bit, and I'd like your help. What are your favorite songs on your playlist? I think that these special songs can be anything from sweet and soft to crazy and loud.

Variety, after all, is the spice of life!


Here are a few of my choices. Let me know what some of yours are.



I'm with Joey on this one... totally spiritual. Love it.



What a fun little song...


This song embodies emotion like few others, for me. I love the Dire Straits version as well, but you know how I feel about my boys, so naturally, I prefer this cover.



This is our song. It says everything that needs to be said. After all these years, I still love this song and what it means to us. The hot Brit in the red lipstick doesn't hurt either (ssshhhh...don't tell Hubby about that.... he thinks it's all about him)


By the way- I left "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails out for obvious reasons. I'm sure you'll understand. Something must remain sacred and private.

How I'm feelin'...... Cleo Style

So........ I am usually upbeat, and I like upbeat music. I am a happy person.

But not lately.

I'm not quite sure what's going on, but instead of fighting it like I usually do, I have given in. I don't intend to stay down... anyone who knows me even a little bit knows that keeping me down is impossible. However..... this time, for a little while, I am allowing these feelings to wash over me like scalding water.

I am a very strong woman. I carry a lot. And I carry it with ease most of the time. I am a true and loyal friend.

When I love you, I love you. Period.

I speak my mind. ALWAYS. Even when I know it's gonna come back and bite me in the ass. And while I know that integrity is a great quality, there are just times when things do not need to be vocalized. This is the tough part for me.
I know I'm a good person, and I think most people would tend to agree. Except for the ones who don't.

There is a line from one of my very favorite songs that reads: "...Or should I just get along with myself? I never did get along with everybody else....." While I have been trying hard to do what's right, I don't always succeed. Turns out, people are threatened by strong women. Men are supposed to be strong, but women are supposed to be meek and mild. I tried that, it didn't take.

It is a tough job, meshing the tough cookie with the tender heart. It leads to being often misunderstood.

I am not as compassionate as I should be, I know this. I am not as humble as I should be, I know this too. I am hard to handle and sometimes even harder to please. I have a sharp tongue. But I also have a big heart. I have many flaws, but if you can't handle them, then you don't deserve the rest of me.


Here ya go...I love these lyrics- they make me feel less isolated.

Dear Valentines Day...You Suck!!!

Here's my opinion on the subject...


1. Yes, the economy is bad. Feel free to buy me daisies and chocolates at your leisure. Not just one day of the year.

2. If you need to have a set date to express how you feel about a person. Then you are lame.

3. Love is for sucks.





See how far I've come from last year and my posting of Air Supply.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh Richard...How I miss your sweet sweet voice...

The sweetness and innocence of the late 80's was fully embodied by the crooning of Mr. Richard Marx and his helplessly romantic, although, pathetically cheesy, love songs.



Now, look what we've become...




If Richard Marx had been a flaming homosexual he would have sounded exactly like this. And he would have been smokin' in some sweet ass guy liner. Mmm...guy liner.


Okay...I was a die hard Kris Allen fan, but I gotta say, I'm liking this song. Mans got skills. I could listen to him sing all day.

Happy Birthday Chopsie Whopsie Poo...

We love you!!! Hope you have a great day.




Love, Ginger, Cleo and Amberd.