I’ve been tagged
with a meme. Which is perfect because I
have had a little more time this week and yet I’ve been too tired to think of one… damn… thing… to write about. (argh!) So here we go, this one is about seven songs you’re into right now.

(Yes, I know these are all very “Alt Trendy”. Deal.)
(And some of these aren’t all that recent but… tough.)

The Killers, “When You Were Young”

The Raconteurs, “Steady As She Goes”

Muse, “Starlight”

Red Hot Chili Peppers, “Snow (Hey Oh)” – This is the only new song of theirs I like at
all. And ironically, I like it a lot.

Rise Against, “Swing Life Away”

Fall Out Boy, “This Ain’t A Scene, It’s An Arms Race”

Mickey Avalon,
Jane Fonda – When I first heard this I
kept singing it in the car, stopping spontaneously to shake my junk (which I
DON’T do), and pestering everyone I knew to see if they heard it too. (They
hadn’t.) And then, I looked it up on the
web and MADE my friends listen. It’s so
old-school (in a weird cross-genre mish-mash), it makes me laugh. Here’s one of
the videos from YouTube but you can hear the song most clearly (so worth it) by
clicking on the link to his MySpace page.

And one extra I’ve just been coming back to lately…

Social Distortion, Sorrow

I guess, as part of this tag (?) I’m also supposed to do the
“Real Moms” meme (??) which 1) I’m confused about, and 2) apparently, since I
don’t “bare it all,” I’m technically not a “real mom” blogger (or so I assume
from what I’ve gleaned from other “real mom” references here and there in my
recent sporadic blog-reading.) However,
I do understand the nature of why (besides personal privacy issues) I don’t
bare it all every day…

I, ladies and gentleman, am a smartass. And, as with many smartasses, underneath the
smartassery lies a seething mass of emotional debris and gushy feeling. Us smartasses tend to use witticisms to skate
over the darker stuff because the darker stuff can get pretty intense… and who
can live in that space every day? With
smartasses (or at least this one), you get wry commentary… or poetry. I really didn’t think anyone would be up to
reading my poetry on a blog. (And I really didn’t want to come off as that
pretentious. Besides, you really screw
up your options for submittals if you start publishing your stuff on the web.)

But it’s not as if I do not value the baring of blog souls,
especially of moms! I support moms. Seriously. (I did share that whole thing about my twat
so that’s somewhat close to the real mom thing. I think. I’m still kind of
confused. (I guess that happens when you
just skirt the fringes of the cool crowd.)) But to try to rectify the situation I am going to share with you my five
year plan.


Drop out of school. (slacker)
Start a novel (before my mind turns to mush).
Track my ovulation.
Buy a bigger house.
Start working (a little) more (before mind turns to mush).

OK, that isn’t so much a plan as what is actually happening,
but I think you can see where it’s all leading, right? We’re hoping for a second kiddo within the
year. No, we’re not starting right this
very second (see: goals before pregnancy turns mind to mush), but everything has been
building towards this overall goal. Except for the drop out of school part; I
just really wanted to write again and I couldn’t do both. Writing is a personal plan and the one I’m
really hoping to make happen in and around the raising of the children.

All right, I’m lying. I really just like peeing on sticks.

(Shit. I’m sorry; the
smartass thing just insists on asserting itself.)

As for the tags, I would like to invite anyone who wants to
continue this music meme. It’s pretty fun. I’m also almost completely brain-dead; maybe I’ll tag someone

– the

(P.S. Explanations on the Real Mom thing are entirely