monday commute

why is it only ten o'clock and my stomach is already eating itself?  maybe it's because the state fair starts next week and i spent my drive to work wondering what exactly fried thanksgiving dinner tastes like.  i'll get back to you on that one.

 

i heard what could possibly be my all-time favorite song on the radio this morning (i've posted this before, so forgive me).  the first thirty seconds of the song blows most songs in their entirety straight out of the water.  enjoy, friends.

then i heard this gem:

which reminds me of another one of my favorite oldies.  (my love for this song started when i first saw the movie, beautiful girls.  has anyone seen it?  did you love the movie  soundtrack as much as me?)

 

happy monday, friends.

 

love,

coco

monday commute

oh y'all.  i am so sorry i skipped greatest hits this week.  i planned on blogging friday night after the kids went to bed...however, i ended up spending my evening in the bathroom.  ahem.

once the bug left me, it moved on to my children making it a weekend for the recordbooks.  lordy.

did i mention chris was out of town?  lucky duck.

 

anywho, we are well now.

 

and chris survived his boys' weekend in college station where the aggies in fact did not beat the hell out of bama.  but almost.

 

when we bought my car, it came with a free year of xm radio.  um, we fell in love instantly; chris with the grateful dead channel and me with the spectrum (28), backspin (46), and alt nation (36).  so now we subscribe.  seriously, xm completes me.

 

here's what made my commute to work this morning worth a damn.  thank you, backspin.

i used to roller skate to this song in the fifth grade.

oh, i love lauryn hill so.  even though she is bat-shit crazy currently.

tupac.  wasn't this song released after his death?  suspicious.....

 

happy monday, y'all.

stay well.

 

love,

coco

 

 

 

 

 

monday commute

there is always one song that sticks out on my drive to work on monday mornings.  some are new to me, some are oldies-but-goodies.  i've decided that instead of typing them in my phone to remember for later, i am going to start sharing with you the songs that make my drive a little more bearable.

the only michael jackson i like is the twelve-year-old version. 

 i dare you not to sing along.  do it.

happy monday, y'all. 

hang in there.

love,

coco