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DEEP, cleansing breaths....

Gracious, I do get myself riled, do I not?

Last entry was such a departure for me that I find myself incorporating my Lamaze breathing, which I used religiously whilst in childbirth (to ask/demand/beg/cajole for my epidural).

Lamaze, it's a beautiful thing.

Now, then, let's move on.

What's on my mind this very morning.

One thing: my IPod. How I loooooove my IPod. How I adore technology. At last, at long, long last, my inner D.J. is unleashed and boy, howdy, am I rocking the tunes.

I've got alllll my favorite songs finally in one place. I got Christian music, of course. I'm a diehard Amy Grant fan. Always have been, always will be. I've come to terms with it. From her early bubblegum earnestness, to the more gritty tunes she's put out recently, I do so adore her. She and I have lived similiar lives and I daydream about what it would be like to live close enough to her and be enough of a personal friend to pick up the phone and say, "Ames? Jewels! HEY, girl! Want some coffee? Just put it on, get on over here. Suuuuurree, bring the baby...I'd love some cuddle time with little Sarah. Oh, and give Vince (Gill) a hug for me, wouldya? See ya in a sec!"

Yup. That's what I daydream about. Billboard stars and their children coming over to hobnob with moi.

The other thing I love about my IPod? My playlists! My dear sweet fresh Lord, I love my playlists. I construct them with the loving determiniation that I use to reserve for Legos and scrapbook pages. My latest playlist that I'm constructing (in my head) will be titled: Jewels' memories. And in that playlist I will have:

  • Selections from "Tea for the Tillerman" by Cat Stevens
  • More Cat Stevens....I think maybe "Buddah and the Chocolate Box"
  • Ed Ames, anything that I can find from him. Old story, Ed and I.
  • "Puff the Magic Dragon", without the sly nod to the innuendo in the lyrics, thank you very much. It's a pure, wholesome song. My daddy loved it.
  • "Jean", I FOUND that song. It's from "Oliver", and I snatched it from ITunes and downloaded it into the IPod whilst jigging with glee.
  • Rosemary Clooney put out a fabulous album a while back, "Mothers and Daughters". It's a little chancy, considering that I dissolve into a puddle of happy/sad/lonely/comforted tears every time I play it. Perhaps I just won't play it while driving. Safety first, you know.
  • I'll slip a little Van Morrison. You can't go wrong with "Moondance" especially when it mentions "October nights..." I was born on an October night, and I feel a strong connection to those lyrics.
  • Ohhhh, and the song, "Something That You Do" by Clint Black. Love being a choice, an action, something that you DO...really speaks to me. It has since three particular males have entered my life: my husband, my son (who was colicky for the first 6 weeks of his precious life) and my current beast du jour - Black Jack.
  • Oh, and Hap Palmer. I have to download the CD of lullabies from Hap Palmer. It has sung to all three babies, proving itself so invaluable that I (may) have committed a crime by (possibly) liberating it from the library, and willingly paying the fine. Are you kidding? Something that put my children to sleep and I was going to GIVE IT BACK?! No. I will pay so that someone else may have the delight of Hap's charming songs, but that CD is staying right where it is, missy.
Ahhhh, that's what's on my mind.

If you had to have a soundtrack to your life, what songs would there be? Not just a single theme song, you understand, but the whole collection. What would they be?

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