Music of my Life, Part 1

Soundtrack of My Life

I listen to music as close to 24/7 as I can.  In the car (love me some satellite radio), at work (iPod with headphones), at home (iPad usually, with headphones or a speaker), Pandora sometimes.  I love old music, and am constantly looking for new music.

I make playlists for everything.  If you were to check my iPod, there are all kinds of crazy playlists, like “Heavy Duty Housework” and “Unfocused Worship” and “Meh”.  Of course, a lot of the time I just let the iPod shuffle through the thousands of songs on it.  Carpe diem, indeed.

This is part of my current work playlist (actually it is the “Work Routine Stuff” playlist, which translates as easy-listening-ish without being totally boring, good melody without the overhelming temptation to belt out the song along with the iPod):

Hold On, by Alabama Shakes
Missing You, by Alison Krauss & John Waite
Little Bird, by Annie Lennox
No Rain, by Blind Melon
I Can’t Make you Love Me, by Bonnie Raitt
Marry You, by Bruno Mars
Shenandoah, by Chanticleer
Jar of Hearts, by Christina Perri
That Home, by The Cinematic Orchestra
Clocks, by Coldplay
I Will Follow You Into the Dark, by Deathcab for Cutie
One Day Like This, by Elbow
Fix You Up, by the Folka Dots
On My Own, by Frances Rufelle (some Les Mis love)
Gotye, his entire Making Mirrors CD
Annie you Save Me, by Graffiti 6
Grouplove, their entire Never Trust a Happy Song CD,
Para Donde Vas, by The Iguanas
Radioactive, by Imagine Dragons
The Way I Am, by Ingrid Michaelson
Beautiful Goodbye, by Maroon 5,
Milo Green, the entire self-titled CD
What Makes you Beautiful, One Direction
All the Fun, by Paul Overstreet
and about 300 more.

Quite an electic mix.  Love them all.

Back to work now!

Swearing for Lent

Or, perhaps more accurately, Swearing OFF Swearing for Lent.

I have a potty mouth.

I like "colorful" language, and find most cursing at least situationally tolerable (except for a certain "c" word that I just HATE).  I can appreciate the beauty of a well-timed, appropriate curse word or phrase.  The structure, the delivery, the overall sincerity of it.  And, I have a few go-to favorites (but will spare your sweet ears, dear reader, by not typing them out here).  Suffice it to say that I never had to worry about where the kiddos learned any naughty words.  'Nuff said.

I, fortunately, am at least somewhat selective about where I employ it.  I have yet to scream profanities in church or at work (though that is sorely tempting), but I resort to gutter talk way more than I probably should.  I think I need to scale back, maybe even WAAAAY back.  I do not mind being the old broad who utters the occasionally salty and witty epithet, but I do not want to be the crazy cat lady cursing while she lays in the gutter.  Fine line there, you know?

So, for Lent, I am going to try to stop cursing.  Like, Cold Turkey stop cursing.  I hope the lack of curse-age does not become a profound over abundance of chocolate consume-age.