Musica

Music: The word music comes from the Greek mousikê (tekhnê) by way of the Latin musica. It is ultimately derived from mousa, the Greek word for muse. In ancient Greece, the word mousike was used to mean any of the arts or sciences governed by the Muses. Later, in Rome, ars musica embraced poetry as well as instrument-oriented music.



   I have always loved music. But it has become even more evident this past year just how much it actually means to me. So, in honor of music, I have listed some of my all time favorites. These particular songs speak to me in a way that I cant describe. Some of them you may think, "I just dont understand what she gets out of that song". Well, thats because ( I believe) our musical preferences are a direct result from our life experiences...what we've endured, what we've seen and most importantly what we've FELT. So, I hope you enjoy some of them as well.

1. Pearl Jam, "Better Man"

2. Goo Goo Dolls, "Black Balloon"

3. Rufus Wainwright, "Hallelujah"

4. The Rolling Stones, "Wild Horses"

5. DMB, "Mercy"

6. Pearl Jam, "Nothingman"

7.The Frames, "Falling Slowly"

8. The Black Crowes, "She Talks to Angels"

9. Shinedown, "45"

10. Lynyrd Skynyrd, "Free Bird"

11. The Smashing Pumpkins, "Disarm"

12. Radiohead, "Paranoid Android"

13. Radiohead, "Creep"

14. Grateful Dead, "Friend of the Devil"

15. A Fine Frenzy, "Almost Lover"

16. The Doors, "Riders on the Storm"

17. The Doors, "The End"

18. George Harrison/The Beatles, "Here Comes the Sun"

19. Violent Femmes, "Gone Daddy Gone"

20. Damien Rice, "Nine Crimes"

Call me crazy...

      Is it possible to hit your mid life crisis at 25? If so then I'm totally there. I'm choosing to contribute it to settling down at such a young age. I mean, come on now and be honest...who wouldn't find themselves in an identity crisis when you go from being an independent homeowner, wife, mother of two who settled down at 18, got married at 20, had two children by the age of 24 to being divorced,moving back in with your parents, losing your husband, losing every sense of who you are by the age of 25? I'm fairly confident any person in my situation would find themselves wondering who the hell they are, where to go next. Honestly it's sad. It's pathetic how lost I am. There are days (stop reading now if you have the slightest belief that I'm a sane individual) that I wake up a completely different person than the day before. IT'S INSANITY, I KNOW. But folks, it's true. I wake up one day wanting to someday be a good old housewife again, raising my kids in the south, being a Susie Home Maker to the next day waking up, wanting to buy a bike, cover myself in tattoos, drive away from this devil town and never look back. Today, I woke up wanting to move my little family to Scotland (this one happens pretty regularly, weird) and live happily ever after on a farm, just me and my girls. If this all makes me crazy then I dare you to have the year I've had and then tell me where you are mentally. As it is though, I wake up every day to two beautiful little girls that know me as "Mommy" and depend on me to be their stability. So, for now, it's good old Tuscaloosa, the insanity of raising two little ones by myself and praying (hoping) that someday, i'll figure out exactly where I do want this life to take me. Speaking of, I promised Chick-Fil-A and Sokol to a very persistent 4 year old, so...this short, crazy blog must come to an end. Some day, Scotland...some day ;)