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As I have nothing interesting to share, I'm gonna do a (sorta)meme.  Because I don't want any of you to think I don't love you, even if I haven't been writing/commenting as much as I usually do.  This one comes from 

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7: Anything She Does, By Phil Collins/Genesis.  For no good reason I can think of, really.  Once I start listening to it, I play it 50 times in a row.  It makes me giddy.

6: Hurdy Gurdy Man, by Donovan.  Reminds me of what an outspoken idealistic communist hippie freak I used to be.  And how my parents used to shake their heads at me and how naive I was.  And how, even though I've grown up, part of me will always believe there is no problem that can't be solved by peaceful negotiation and quiet reflection.  Plus, huge opportunity for air guitar.

5: Mountain Music, by Alabama.  My mom is a huge country music fan.  And until I was about 20, I couldn't stand any of it.  Now, it just brings back good memories; especially this song, which is great for summer parties and spring cleaning.

4: Smells Like Teen Spirit, by Nirvana.  Reminds me of high school, and of sitting in the rain with my then-boyfriend and hearing that Kurt Cobain had just died.  Frantic energy, with an acerbic wit.

3: Possession, by Sarah McLachlan.  My first concert without family chaperoning was a date on the Fumbling Towards Ecstasy tour.  There were 4 of us; girls from out of town, who had little clue how to responsibly ride public transportation, and only a vague idea where we were going.  It still qualifies as one of the best concert-going experiences I've ever had.

2: Tapestry, by Carol King.  When I split from my ex-fiance, I listened to this album over and over.  The title track is still one of my favorite songs.  Something about the instrumentals, her voice, and those lyrics gets me right here *clutches chest*.  

So...Can there be a 30-way tie for number 1?  Drat, this is hard...*sits on log next to Pooh for a good think*

1: Volare, by Dean Martin.  Back in the day when my paternal grandparents spent the winter in Florida, and the rest of the year helping my divorced parents shuttle me back and forth, there was no better place to be than lying on the back seat of their car, listening to my grandfather sing along with this, while my grandmother yelled at him to be quiet so she could hear, and turned up the volume.

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2) Megan & Mikey.  She's my cousin, but like my sister in that she's-annoying-yet-cool way.  He's my actual brother, and the father of the most wonderful niece a girl ever had (as well as being spiffy in his own right), which brings me to...

3) Merae.  She's my niece.  She's sweet, she's cute, she's still small enough to be portable, and she's re-introduced me to the long-lost world of toy shopping.

4) Movies.  Yup, just about all of them.  I mean, I'm sure I could pick one or twelve in particular, maybe even movies that begin with 'M', but you don't want to be reading this for a week, do you?  (Midnight Margaritas!  Mame!)

5) Marsupials.  Not as much as the previous stuff, but still...They are not only adorable, they're genetically intriguing.

6) Mounds bars.  Mmmm, coconut & chocolate.  Hard to improve upon.

7) Magnolias. Smell mahvelous, and are decorative.  I didn't have them growing up, up north, so they always remind me of being mature and independant, which is also good.

8) Masturbation.  And there's nothing wrong with that...

9) Mental Health Days.  When you goof off and do nothing more taxing than make a sandwich; lounging on your couch, the beach, or some other incredibly chill place.  The best ones are when your boss thinks you sound sick, and tells you to take an extra day.  Squee!

10) My books.  I know, that's cheating.  But when I'm talking about things I love, it's hard not to talk about the books.  I have a problem, and the first step is admiting that I have a problem...