Feeling a little frisky today – it’s 60 degrees right now and these first few days when Autumn finally starts peeking through the Summer curtain makes me giddy with anticipation of new jeans and boots and caramel scented candles.  LOVE. IT.


I was taking a glance at DietGirl’s blog this morning and she brought up the question of what would your fight song be?  You know, those first few seconds when fighter is introduced and they play a snippet of some bad-ass song that gets everyone pumped?  Yeah, that’s a fight song.  So of course I was thinking about what my bad-ass song would be and here’s just a few that came to mind rather quickly:



The Police’s Every Little Thing She Does is Magic

U2’s Mysterious Ways

Coldplay’s Speed of Sound

Maybe even Abba’s Dancing Queen (not really for fighting, but I love this song anyway)


But really, the song that makes me want to smoke cigarettes and get a tattoo is The Cult’s Fire Woman.  This is the song my roomie D and I used to play when we were getting ready to go man hunting out on the town.  This song brings back the fondest of memories and it’s totally kick ass. 


Now if I were really blog-talented I would embed a 30 second mp3 of these songs for your listening pleasure, but since I’m not, I won’t.  You can run a Google search of these songs and I’m sure somewhere out there is a sample of the songs, if you feel so inclined to spend the time to find them.  Or you can just tune in to your local classic rock station and most likely find them there. 


So what would your song be?  It doesn’t even have to be a fight song; let’s say you want to hire someone to walk around behind you with a giant boom box over their heads playing your theme song everywhere you go.  What would that song be? 


In completely unrelated news, I told the hubs about my blog last night.  I thought that he at least should know, so I fired up the computer and brought up my site.  He asked what it was and I told him it was a weight loss blog, I write about weight loss and people comment on it, etc.  He said, “So you write little stories?”  “No, not really stories, I just talk about weight loss.”  He mumbled something about “weird” and “need to get a new girlfriend” as he headed to bed.  I’ll make him sit down and read some posts so he can get an idea of what this is all about, but for now he just thinks I’m crazy – which is nothing new. 😉  I’m glad that he knows it’s out there now anyway. 


In other completely unrelated news, there are 109 shopping days until Christmas.  Yeah, I know…me too.