It's rare that I'll go an entire day without listening to some form of it.
My ring tones are songs.
I randomly burst into made up songs-- like a
Eat your heart out, Disney.
I listen to music when I share, when I workout, and when I do my hair.
My phone has hundreds of songs on it.
I have an ipod for the car filled with hundreds of songs, and an ipod for when I want to tune the world out.
If none of the music I have fits my mood, I'll go to grooveshark.com and listen to streaming music there.
Sometimes, like when I was pregnant with the Munchkin, I'd watch CMT and GAC--just to hear the music.
Itunes is my Kryptonite.
I'd go as far as to say it's E-V-I-L.
All those songs at my fingertips, just begging me to download them.
The Niece and I will dance around the house to anything that catches our fancy, and we'll laugh and giggle like loons as the Munchkin mimics us.
It's a happy feeling.
Music has started showing itself in another way in our home.
The Munchkin will randomly break into her own songs, and she'll sing them anytime, any place.
Her favorite venue seems to be the dinner table, but she seems to enjoy the potty equally well.
Maybe it has to do with the acoustics in the bathroom?
Recently, the Munchkin and the Marine had an impromptu jam session in our living room.
Mary Had a Little Lamb seemed to be the favorite.
Some days, I really love my life.