Strummed by tears
Falls a mess upon the pillows
Broadcasted in waves
Washes him down off her
The morning will find her empty, but clean.
I have a theory. Women Christmas shop. Men Christmas hunt. That is the way it should be.
This past Saturday, I took my list and went hunting for those items. My goal- kill something and bring it home.
The way I see it, I'm programed to hunt. If I need meat - I go out and look for meat. If it is made out of meat, I kill it and bring it home. Done. Same goes for Christmas hunting. I needed several specific gifts and if it doesn't smell, look, act, and taste like one of those gifts - it doesn't matter.
The end result is that it took only a few hours to complete my hunting. No browsing. No scoping out the potential additional gifts. Killed. Dead. Done. I did stop for another moment at the 42" plasma TVs. Sigh.
Then came the wrapping. Need I even expound on the wonder of pre-printed gift bags? Drop, tug, done.
I love Christmas.
So, a friend's question about what workout songs I liked, got me thinking. What are your favorite work-out tunes?
Some of mine are:
1. Bad to the Bone - George Thurgood
2. Crush - Dave Matthews
3. Because I Can - P!nk
4. Before He Cheats - Carrie Underwood
What about you? What's on your iPod?
By way of Dena, I am supporting a simple contest that could raise $10,000 for a local animal shelter. Just vote here for the Rockingham County Animal Shelter.
It will only take a click and a few lines of text to vote. Go! Thanks.