I've been tagged (warning.. video alert...)

I’m struggling with Twyla’s tag… ARG!!! 7 songs I’m listening to!!! I’ve wondered how to do this… hit random on my music player… pull out the CDs that are sitting on the passenger seat of the car as I drive and pick my favourite song on each… How do I pick 7 songs? 7!!! Sheesh.. Ask a mother to pick a favourite child why don’t you… Here goes… these are 7 songs that I’ve hit repeat on when I listen to them in the car, in my office, as I sit and read my e-mails… In no particular order (and the styles are different so… maybe there’s something for every one of you dear readers…) 1-Simple Man - Lynyrd Skynyrd I was going to pick Free Bird for matt-man and his adventures in flight *snarf* but I absolutely love this song… and it’s been on in my car for a week… Have to make my way south and see them live... yup… 2-Wonderful Tonight - Eric Clapton Had to… just had to.. I mean.. the guitar GOD.. and well, it makes me feel warm and .. not fuzzy.. I don’t like fuzz, I do my best to remain fuzzless… tingly.. yup.. tingly… *sigh* 3-SuperSexMe - Jonas Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm… have nothing to add… 4-Hoochie Coochie Man - Muddy Waters A souvenir from my trip to B.B. King’s in Memphis… 5- Rock me Baby - Etta James Erin Mitchell’s version at Workplay in Birmingham had me thinking about Etta.. She’s the voice I most strongly associate with this song. I had to go back and pull my cd out… this is a gem folks.. 6- Rocket 88.. (Ike Turner really, but credited to Jackie Brenston) Thought by many to be the first Rock and Roll song… well according to Sam Phillips of Sun Records (another memory of Memphis) and the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. 7- Wings of a Dove - Madness This is one of my Happy Songs.. it also reminds me of carefree days… and matt-man bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Was your flight anything like this dearest? Actually, this video has serious echos of my flight back from Birmingham.. Part 2 the Journey from Dulles Airport to Montreal… If you can avoid flying through that airport.. DO! Kudos to the pilot of that flight (I forget his name, I do remember that he was actually quite fetching indeed… but let me say that the crew on that flight was fantastic).. hmmmm he didn’t have a hat with earflaps... or Elvis sunglasses… and he didn’t SPRING from the cockpit (*giggle* I’m in quite the mood at the moment.. sorry) and prance down the aisle… DAMN… Anywho.. Leave it to yours truly, who actually managed to pack everything I needed for my trip South in a carry-on … I’m an excellent packer by the way.. I even managed to pack 2 extra pairs of shoes (I do have a shoe thing, but then my regular reader knows this) which I ended up not wearing because quite frankly the peek-a-boo pumps would have killed my feet at Workplay… (then again, we would have seen another shoe dance from the Hottie and that was quite the sight to see)… and, since I never made it to the after party in the Red Velvet Lounge, where I was going to wear the lovely black ankle strap heels.. but um.. I ended up snug as a bug in a rug sleeping off the lovely initiation ceremony we had for Bodacious Hoochie… I spent the weekend in boots. Good lord I just rambled… and it’s not over… What I was saying was, leave it to me to have adventures in luggage... even though I managed to actually get through this trip without checking any luggage (I do NOT trust ground crews with my luggage.. or the *cue sinister music here* TSA.. whom I partly blame for the delays in my return flight for Birmingham…) My flight was delayed after they had overbooked the flight (how they actually do this puzzles me – and NO I actually don’t want an explanation thank you very much) and since it was a flight to Canada.. the *cue sinister music here.. again* TSA decided to check all foreign baggage (bastards!) They finally managed to get the bunch of overbooked extremely vocal annoyed bunch of Montrealers on the plane (if you actually believe the myth that all Canadians are nice polite people.. I have an Olympic Stadium I'd like to sell you), and of course they had a TON of luggage.. they’d been on a cruise. And since they weren't suppposed to be on the flight in the first place... their luggage wasn't on the trolleys to be loaded onto the plane.. and had yet to go through the Security process the *cue sinister music HERE.. once more* TSA has devised.. so.. luggage induced delays even before taking off! I mean you usually end up waiting for you luggage once you get to your final destination only to find out it's in Reikjavic when you're in Ste Lucia... We watched the ground crew stand there staring at about 5 suitcases on the tarmac scratching their butts and shaking their heads as if they’d actually never seen luggage before that very instant and hadn’t the foggiest idea what to do with said luggage… (Imagine the scene when Neanderthal man discovered a use for leaves when tending to nature calls in the forest.. eureka!) I mean ACK, the luggage wasn’t on one of those trolley thingies.. I actually think they expected the luggage to walk onto the plane by itself or at least shout up to them “Hey Morons, we’re headed for Montreal, mind loading us on that there plane over yonder?”... but in French. From what I gather, French would have been as foreign to them as English so it wouldn’t have made a difference. And um.. I saw a very disturbing sight as I sat there waiting for the airline personnel to sort out the overbooked situation. There was a guy, in a tight Superman costume top and black army pants sitting across from me... two guys were talking about him laughing and kept looking over at me smiling because they KNEW I was about to burst out howling in an uncontrollable fit of laughter.. I believe they were betting on how much longer I could hold out …he actually had one of those long Matrix like black trenchcoats with him and I tell you I almost lost it. Unfortunately he was too far from me or I would have used the camera on my phone.. but lordy lordy lordy… so myself, the guy sitting next to me (actual flight crewman) and the two guys headed to Florida were nervously looking at him hoping to GOD he wasn’t on our flights. I’m happy to report he wasn’t on mine… I think he had to take a plane because his cape was in the wash. What's most disturbing is.. he got through the security checkpoint... Meet my long lost brother... BTW... I dance so much better than him... Thanks for the tag Twyla ... smooch! Love you all more than my luggage! Hugs, smooches and gropes!