Music makes me happy.
Always.
I have more to write about my love of music but it's the end of my 12 hour shift, 3:42am, and I'm listening to P!nk Live at Wambly Stadium. I have sung every song only slightly interrupted for a fire, a brandishing, and some drunk folk wandering around. I pause to think about this scene and realize that I have a great job. I need to stop complaining. I need to remember what I heard in briefing the other day. "Do your best work and be proud of it."
I had my early morning Cheerios, tomorrow is my Friday, its dress down day and Chadburger day, and more importantly it's the last workday before I go to Cancun. Sunday is superbowl Sunday, Monday is anything and nothing day, Tuesday I go see a lady about a bush, Wednesday I jam to cram all the stuff in the suitcase before I leave on a jet plane, and Thursday...well Thursday is the beginning of a long week with good friends and good times. Wake up in Cali, go to sleep in Mexico.
And I said Hey Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah...Hey, Yeah, Yeah. I said Hey, What's going on?
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The adventures and confessions of a single girl, travel junkie, shopaholic, amateur photographer, prodigal scrapbooker, social drinker, public servant, sister, daughter, friend, klutz, and nap time professional who keeps looking for the hidden meaning in it all. These are the scenes from my life.
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