Introducing My Friday Five Fave


Was that too many F’s?

Today I would like to spotlight five songs that I can’t seem to live with out these days. So much so that it might drive everyone around me crazy, but when the playlist shuffles to any of these tunes, I have no choice but to turn it up, and sing along at the top of my lungs like nothing else exists but that song and me.

These are this week’s 5, what’s your to 5?

5.  MGMT – Kids

4.  Chris Wallace – Remember When (Push Rewind)

3.  Brand New – The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot

2.  Artist Vs Poet – Stay

1.  Fun. – Some Nights

I will never forget.


**I originally published this on my other blog. But since I moved over to wordpress, I wanted to share it again. I know I’ve made new friends along the way, and would love for you to tell me how you will never forget**

September 11, 2001

I remember. . .

      that I was eight months pregnant with my beautiful daughter, and on bed rest. nothing fit me, I waddled when I walked, was in my first year of marriage, and saving to purchase a home.  I woke up that Tuesday morning preparing for a day of soap operas and day time talk shows, but only found I was coming into the Today show just after the first plane had crashed into the the tower.  (I usually caught the last hour of the today show.)  I watched the second crash and frantically tried to reach my husband, or my sister, my dad, or my grandmother.  No one answered the phone and I was panicked.  I lived thirty minutes away from my family and I wasn’t allowed to drive, so instead of driving over to their house, I blew up their phones.  I cried, I freaked out, I questioned what kind of world was I bringing my daughter into?  What kind of world did I live in?  I prayed, for all the souls lost, and the souls left behind in shambles.

  that the silence in the sky that followed was like nothing I had ever seen before or since. It was surreal, almost as if we lived in a parallel universe where America really had enemies.  Before the attacks it was just a story on the news.  After the attacks it was real, the victims had faces, names, stories, and then we heard about the people, who were stuck in traffic, overslept, missed their flight, and the expressions on their face of disbelief, that “that could have been me.”

      that it was a different world, we had a different outlook, and it changed us.  We grew up fast, and learned that the world can change in an instance.  I’m proud to be an american, and will honor those who have passed on.

I will never forget…