This song is the ear bug of the day for me.


How is it that I can remember back that far?


Life’s a piece of cake…

with someone to give

and someone to take!

…This song is “our song”

It made me want to have our wedding all over again when we were in the theatre smiling up at the screen at our childhood heroes, Kermit and Piggy and friends.

Date night wouldn’t be the same if I didn’t play it once.

High Fidelity Game: 5 songs about food

If music be the food of love, play on!

Ms Katykins, as promised…here’s my musical choices based on food.

One of my favourite subjects 😀

#1 Cream -Prince

Smooth, rich and sexy, just like the name suggests.

#2 Cherry Pie – Warrant

Quintessential hair band from my formative years, complete with big haired half naked girl writing on a sports car.

#3 Chocolate Rain – Tay Zonday

Ridiculous and funny and perhaps technically not a food 😛

#4 Cinnamon Girl – Neil Young

An awesome fellow Canadian and brings me back to road trips of my youth with my dad. There were hours of smelling the sun on my skin, sand in my toes and fantasizing about kissing girls. Aaah early youth in the summer *sigh*

#5 Cigarettes & Chocolate Milk – Rufus Wainright

I poked this in because I love the song. Sure it might be a stretch, but it used to qualify as a meal for me in highschool

Rage Out

Sometimes when I’m really mad, I mean like really just pissed right off, only Rage will do.

Today is one of those days…Women are traditionally not allowed to be angry and I’m here to tell you, BE ANGRY.

It’s far more therapeutic than shoving it down and pretending everything’s fine.

Fuck You I won’t do what you tell me

Van Morrison

In honour of it almost…almost being St.Patrick’s Day and my Irish heritage, some song lyrics from Van Morrison:

My Lagan Love

Where lagan streams sing lullabies
There blows a lily fair.
The twilight gleam is in her eye,
The night is on her hair.
And like a lovesick lenashee
She hath my heart in thrall.
No life have i, no liberty,
For love is lord of all.

And often when the beetles horn
Has lulled the eve to sleep,
I’ll steal into her sheiling lorn
And through the doorway creep.
There on the cricket’s singing stone,
She makes the bogwood fire
And sings in sweet and undertone,
The song of hearts desire.