On a normal day, it takes at least three alarms to wake me up in the morning. Sometimes more. Usually more. I’m not really one for rising and shining. It’s not my thing.
I am a huge fan of new jack swing. I have always loved it and I probably always will, even though that genre of music is no longer in vogue. (and if you get that pun, you’re my hero)
I like the word ‘druthers.’ Don’t know why. I just do. It’s not my favorite word, but I do enjoy it when people use it everyday conversations and I wish people did so more often. I especially enjoy it when people use it correctly.

When I’m cleaning, I listen to Giants of the Big Band Era. Les Brown, Benny Goodman, Tommy Dorsey. These are my guys. They help me focus. I can sway as I dust and polish.
I am not afraid of spiders. I’m not particularly fond of them. But if I see one, even a big fat hairy one, I’m like BAM! Squished, dead. Not with my bare hand though. That’d be gross. But I am terrified of centipedes. Anything with more than eight legs freaks me right out. Even thinking about those little bastards makes my skin crawl.

I still remember the first music video I ever saw. I would’ve been about six or seven years old. I walked into the family room to find my older sister was watching VH1, a channel I was not allowed to watch at that age. But I sat down and watched anyway. Torn by Natalie Imbruglia was playing. And this was my introduction to music television. As a bonus, the second music video I ever saw was Truly, Madly, Deeply by Savage Garden.
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