One cannot live on vegan sandwiches alone.

Never a truer statement has been spoken.
According to my hubby, one should never even touch a vegan meatless burger, but because he doesn't have a big ass, his opinion doesn't count on this particular subject. But, I digress.

I cannot live without a lot of things, but music is at the top of my list. I love it. A lot of the music I have enjoyed over the years has shaped me into who I am today. I also enjoy a fairly wide variety. Recently, a friend was stunned because I asked to borrow her Eminem CD. My closer friends wouldn't have been so shocked, but it kind of took me aback and I asked her why that was so surprising. She didn't have a clear answer, just that I did not seem like the type of person who listened to rap. I got a lil bit o' ghetto fabuless in these veins, baby. And don't even get me started on the Beastie Boys....

Today I'ma go back to my roots. Bands that influenced me from the earliest stages. Bands that we don't hear from that often anymore. They are icons and deserve to be celebrated. Unfortunately, some members are no longer with us, but I like to think they are looking down from heaven and smiling because they have not been forgotten.

Here's my first pick:

This song has been covered by everyone from the Cure to Bjork, to Fall Out Boy... they can't hold a candle to Ian Curtis though. Ian was a creative force to be reckoned with and gone too soon.


Here's another song that impacted me... I wouldn't say that it's my favorite Smiths song, but it was very influential to me when most of my friends were listening to Bell Biv Devoe. It summed up my feelings quite accurately.


This video freaked.me.out. But I loved it.


This video made me realize that girls could do awesome stuff.

A song for my friend

I'm sorry that you are going through a difficult time right now. It's no secret how my life has been lately, but let's use these trials to help each other.


OK so I'm not a selfish fake, but the rest of the song fits pretty damn well.

You are one of the most amazing women I've ever known. I'm honored to call you friend. It's too bad that there are people in the world who can't recognize greatness, but you can't let them bring you down or alter your self image- they don't deserve that kind of power.

You are beautiful, don't you know?


Love your guts. tons.

Going off the rails on a crazy train....

People are crazy. Some are good crazy...example MOI. And some are just plain screwed in the head, f'ed up crazy. I would like to dedicate my post today to them. Now, we all know someone like this. Usually we are lucky enough to be able to laugh at them at a distance. But what do you do when they are your family. And not just one member. Like the whole damn family. A bunch of crazy ass loons who band together to reek havoc on the life of the one semi sane member of the family. Okay...so maybe not semi sane. But at least the one with the good heart. The one that trusted that her family would be there for her in her time of need. The one that left everything that she knew behind, moved closer to them in the hopes of having a support system only to have them all turn on her like a pack of hyenas.

Families are supposed to be the ones that we can always count on. The ones with unconditional love. The ones that accept us for all our faults and love us in spite of them. Unfortunately, the families that we are born into, on many occasions, are the ones that do us the most damage. It's sad, isn't it. When a mother will tell you she doesn't understand why God put you into their family cause you just don't fit in. And a sister will try to have your kids taken away during the most difficult time of your life. So, my thought is this, and maybe I'm wrong, but I say SCREW THEM. You choose your family. You surround yourself with the people who love you and have your best interests at heart always. Friends, neighbors, distant relatives, and perfect strangers if that be the case. At the very least people who won't ball kick you in the tit. Which I'm sorry your boobie hurts but the image of that still cracks me up.



Anyway... You're a fighter. You're strong. And you have a lot of people who love you and your family. People who would stand in front of a bus for you. And people who would even take a kick to the boob for you. I'll always be by your side.

This is How I'm Feeling- CLeO StYLe

I'm really not in the mood to say much.

It's a bad day.

It was a really bad week.

I'm really sad.


This song has been on my mind since last night when I was reading a book and it had the line "It all seems so different now"

I love this song. It's special to me and it suits my melancholy mood.

Girl Time...

I love hanging out with my girls. We have lots of laughs and giggles and they don't rat on me when we eat too much junk food. I love those little squirts with everything that I am and I wouldn't trade my time with them for anything.

But there is one little thing I need to take issue with. Their music choices. I'm a good mommy so I listened to it on repeat in the car for about 45 minutes. Then the good mommy in me wore off. I just couldn't take it anymore. Enjoy...

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They think it's heeeeelarious when Ken says..."Come on Barbie, let's go potty." I mean, don't you think it's hilarious too. :-/

Know when to hold em...

Have you ever had one of those days when you had a crap ton to do, and your mind knows you have to get it done but your body just can't do it anymore? Well, I've had one of those years. Only in reverse. Physically, I'm fine. Well, if you don't count the extra poundage I'm packing around my hips. But man, psychologically I'm toast. It seems like everyday is more emotionally and mentally draining than the next. I swear I'm getting more stupid by the minute because I just can not cognitively function at full capacity anymore. How do you recoup from that? Take a vacation? Go to the spa? I don't know. It seems to me every time I try to rest, there's just more to do the next day. And I'm not gonna lie. I'm kind of tired of trying. I'm tired of trying to make everything right and everyone happy. It never turns out that way and no one ever is. There's always someone to find fault in what you've done. And am I happier? That's what was supposed to happen. You work hard, you do what's right. You pray, fast and read the scriptures and things are supposed to get better. Well, it doesn't always work that way. Apparently. Things can go great for a couple of days. Even a couple of weeks and then WHAMO!! You're right back where you started. I'm sick of starting over. I want the progression. I want to see that the effort I've exuded has made some sort of effect. So what do you do when this doesn't happen after multiple attempts? When you just keep losing hand after hand? Well, maybe it's just time to fold.

Home Sick....

I've been really homesick lately. Not for New England, even though it's beautiful and all my family is there now, good ol' VA will always be my home. I grew from a gawky teenager to the wicked bombshell I am today on those streets. I miss clamming with Rebecca on Langley then going for chili at the 'O' club. I miss picking up Layney at Monteys Penguin and then getting into way too much trouble. I miss dunkin' donuts at 5 am on Buckroe Beach watching the sun rise. I miss watching fireworks every 4th at Mt. Trashmore with my family. I miss Bluebird Gap Farm. I miss getting up in the morning and saying hmmm....Water Country, Busch or Kings Dominion and then throwing a cooler in the car and going. I miss Melissa Mansfield Fiero. That was a fun car. I miss Pizza Hut after football games. And Chilis after choir concerts. I miss the heat and the sun. The sun so bright that you can't open your eyes all the way. I miss all my friends that are still there who keep asking me when I'm gonna come back to visit. One day...I promise.


Anyway...this band epitomizes my summers in my 1988 Chrysler LeBaron. Love them. And I love VA.