This is Day #16 of 30 SONGS IN 30 DAYS and Day #6 of 30 TRUTHS IN 30 DAYS. 

I picked this song for obvious reasons.  It's so haunting yet beautiful.  I've been to many military funerals, but the one I remember most was that of a dear friend.  After Taps was played and while the guns were being fired, the Blue Angels flew over (they were out practicing that day for an upcoming airshow).  It made me smile because I knew Michael would have really liked that type of send off...

TRUTH #6 - Sometimes even the saddest things have beauty in them if we just open our eyes and see with our hearts. 


This is Day #15 of 30 SONGS IN 30 DAYS and Day #5 of 30 TRUTHS IN 30 DAYS. 

                    CONGRATULATIONS RED SOX

TRUTH #5 - When you truly believe then anything is possible.  Just ask the Red Sox!


This is Day #14 of 30 SONGS IN 30 DAYS and Day #4 of 30 TRUTHS IN 30 DAYS. 

Okay, I know I'm not following the song list, but since I've always done things my way I figure it's appropriate for me to deviate from the list wherever it suits me. Besides a few of the days seemed redundant to me so I just decided to do my own thing. With that said, it's difficult to pick just one song from a movie, because there are so many great ones. I picked I Don't Want To Miss A Thing from Armageddon because I love the Demon of Screamin' (Steven Tyler). Not only have I seen this movie a gazillion times, it has a special significance to me because my son and his wife played this song for their first dance together at their wedding reception over 12 years ago.

Honorable mention would be, Everything I Do, I Do It For You from Robin Hood Prince of Thieves...another movie I've seen a gazillion times.  Who knew Kevin Costner had such a fine ass!  I think he should have gotten naked more often!

TRUTH #4 - As long as we live and breathe nothing is constant, but change.  As we grow and change so does the world around us. Some change is slow and subtle, while other changes occur in the blink of the eye.  Those of us who are flexible and can accept change as it happens are the people who find inner peace.  We let go of trying to control everything around us because we know the only thing we can control are our actions and our reactions.  There comes a certain freedom in adopting a live and let live attitude.  I can evolve!  You can evolve!  And harmony can exist between the two if we let it. 


This is Day #13 of 30 SONGS IN 30 DAYS and Day #3 of 30 TRUTHS IN 30 DAYS. 
It seems appropriate to have this song on day #13, since the number 13 is synonymous with bad luck and horrible calamities.  I love this song because it's in your face raucous and sounds exactly like someone who is pissed off at the whole world.

TRUTH #3 - It's better to be pissed off than to be pissed on. 


This is Day #12 of 30 SONGS IN 30 DAYS and Day #2 of 30 TRUTHS IN 30 DAYS. 
War lives on in some for the rest of their lives.  To the injured and the down-trodden often times coming home is the start of a new war they must battle.  The new, silent ninja-like enemy is faceless and lives everywhere.  It's like some emotional vampire who feeds on the most vulnerable. "War is hell" is such a huge understatement and so is "the horrors of war" when used to inadequately describe what a veteran and their friends and loved ones feel and live in war's aftermath.  The dead no longer suffer, but their legacy lives on in the hearts and minds of all who knew them.  We, the living, the ones who care and love suffer for the deceased and with the emotionally bankrupt survivors. 

TRUTH #2 - We are all connected.  I know that's a tremendous concept to grasp especially if you feel all alone.  REMEMBERING GRACE reaffirmed this concept for me in her blog post titled I hate boxes, part five....  As I read her testimony to how being the adult child of an alcoholic has affected her life, I found myself nodding and recognizing myself in her words.  I realized that no matter how alone we feel at times, that state of being is by choice. I realized that the human race is all connected by a common thread called humanity.  Sometimes we do everything in our power to break that thread so we can suffer in silence, but the thread is strong like the written word which beckons to each of us to outstretch our hands and share what's lurking underneath the surface. Yes, we are all connected!


This day #11 in 30 SONGS IN 30 DAYS and before anyone especially the guys out here in this beautiful utopia we call blogland think I've lost my mind, let me first assure you I am in no way a Lorena Bobbitt type of woman.  With that said, let me explain why I picked this song as a guilty pleasure.  Any woman who is honest will admit contemplating doing real bad things to her honey if she's ever been in a  relationship with a real douche/tool/playa/asshole/scumbag/bully/bastard etc. etc. Yes, I know you guys have your terms of endearment and pet names for us, too! Most of us ladies don't take revenge past just thinking about it, just like most guys don't smack a woman around when she angers them. 

Since this is also the Day #1 of 30 TRUTHS IN 30 DAYS, this can be my first truth...if you treat a woman badly, she will at the very least conjure up elaborate visions of hurting you as badly as you have hurt her.  So isn't it just easier to play nicely, to share your toys and to put the toilet seat down after using it? But if you don't really like where you're at then just leave. PERIOD! Life is much too short to waste it on being with the wrong person.


Lately, I've been avoiding writing anything of substance on here. Mildred has taken a hiatus for the time being to complete 30 SONGS IN 30 DAYS.  Most probably see it as me hanging out a sign stating "Gone Fishing. Will return next month." To most 30 SONGS IN 30 DAYS probably seems like a rather trivial task, but for someone who has a difficult time completing anything thus keeping success at bay, it's a major deal to look at this list everyday and go through the angst of the internal dialogue it generates.  Deciding what song to choose is the first step and usually it takes awhile to dig inside myself to find just the right song choice. Next, I go on to argue with myself for awhile over the list being stupid and I'm wasting my time. Finally, I post a song to be one day closer to the 30 day completion mark...all the while never really feeling as if I can or will complete it.  You talk about commitment phobia!
I can't even begin to express all the things I've started in life and tossed aside because succeeding is way too scary for me.  Yes, failure sucks, but I know what that feels like.  It's familiar, it's safe and it keeps everyone's expectations of me at a very low, manageable level. The frustration I feel over being an intelligent woman who probably could have done anything she wanted to do in life, yet chose to do nothing is immense and overwhelming.  I'm sure it's a by-product of battling addiction most of my of those lovely, inner demons whose soul mission it is to destroy whatever and whenever it can.  Sometimes it's more than I can bare. Success is a distant, unknown entity and might as well be like me traveling to some distant solar system. 
Meanwhile on my other blog, HANDPRINTS IN THE ATTIC I recount my younger years in Maine.
Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Mildred. Her ongoing mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life-forms and new civilizations; to boldly go where no one has gone before.   
While "exploring" out here in the blogosphere I came across another blogger searching for the same inner peace I seek.  Her words in SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVIL touched me deeply and they definitely deserve to be paid forward by sharing her link with others.  One must be able to embrace the truth in order to change, but sometimes I can't embrace what I refuse to see.  Sometimes the truth is harsh and it rips off a few scabs, but when the wound finally heals properly you can barely see the scar.  Perhaps I should do 30 TRUTHS IN 30 DAYS along with my song choices.  Now, that would really be like World War III inside my head!


This Day #10 in 30 SONGS IN 30 DAYS

Elvis + Reggae + Led Zeppelin = Dread Zeppelin

My fingers are too busy laughing to type so I'll let the song speak for itself.


This Day #9 in 30 SONGS IN 30 DAYS

I've had an enduring love affair with Pink Floyd's music since the first time I heard Careful With That Axe, Eugene while standing on a ferry boat transformed into a hang-out in Providence, Rhode Island sometime in 1971. On The Turning Away was released in 1987 and although Pink Floyd has had band members leave the group for various reasons, the group's music lives on.

On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
"Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away"

It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it's shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud

On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerized as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night

No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?


Dwight Cat
born 10/08/1996

No intermission is complete without a picture of one's pets. So after that titillating post about the Red Sox, let me introduce you to the eldest member of my zoo. In 1994, I bought 2 Himalayan kittens, a male, blue point who my sons named Beavis and a female tortie point my husband named Dixie. When they got old enough to breed, the female would have a flame point kitten every other litter. I kept a total of 2 kittens, although I have to admit I wanted to keep them all.  The only thing cuter than a furry little kitten is several furry little kittens. One of the kittens I kept was a seal point named my sons named Chewy and one was a flame point we collectively nicknamed Whitey. The seal point was actually the one who insisted on keeping Whitey.  As time grew closer to sell the kittens, Chewy who was almost a year older than Whitey kept separating Whitey from the rest of the litter.  He would carry him like a mother cat would carry a kitten and he would hide him behind or under furniture or put him in a closet if he found one with an open door.  After he did that enough times, I finally got the message.  Whitey was spared, but my husband wasn't. Chewy insisted that it was the right thing to do, so how did I spell relief? D-I-V-O-R-C-E because Chewy always knew best!


As part of a lost bet, I was "instructed" to compare the Red Sox to sex and then post it on my blog for all to see.  Here’s what I came up with:

Men claim there's no such thing as bad sex...just sometimes it’s better than others. It works that way with the Red Sox and their various seasons too! A Red Sox season sometimes starts out with incredible chemistry and endless possibilities, but all too often turns limp and impotent after the seventh inning stretch or during September when it really counts. But sometimes on a good day when the moon is in the seventh house and the Jupiter is aligned with Mars, a season gets burnt into the Red Sox Nation’s memory so all other memories pale in comparison. I've got to admit win or lose like sex, all Red Sox baseball is good and winning is great.

Maybe it's that arrogant cockiness of knowing something great is about to happen that makes a fan breathless in anticipation of what comes next. As with any memorable interlude that starts out with maybe a look across a room and ends with a night of fiery passion with someone you just can't seem to get enough of, the Red Sox command the same type of passion with its fans. The whisper of a sweet nothing between lovers translates into "I don't believe in curses" and ends with doing the impossible. Oh My God! The Red Sox won the 2004 World Series by doing just that...the impossible.

So we, the Red Sox Nation act like puppies in search of yummies. Year after year the fans have been subjected to unsatisfying quickies and performance anxiety.  We continually hear what seems like, “not tonight honey, I have a headache” yet year after year we remain hopeful.  We chose monogamy when going elsewhere for satisfaction would be easier and much less frustrating. We keep hoping that hanging in there long enough the Red Sox might stumble onto the right combination of moves so a real explosion will occur.  As with sex, so goes baseball...the chemistry has to be there and every step, every move has to be taken in unison and when the climax finally occurs, the game is won and the fans go wild in the stands and in the bars and in the streets everywhere across the nation.

I remember the first moment I knew the Red Sox were going all the way.  The Yankees gave the Red Sox that memorable ass-kicking in their own house during the 3rd game of the 2004 ALCS, but the Sox came back to beat them in Game 4.  That was when I knew!  I told everyone, but no one believed me. Most people laughed, but I knew that they had finally blossomed and was ready to be deflowered. While I believed, most of the world thought the Yankees would be the team once again going to the World Series. Everyone loved pointing out that the Red Sox would  peter out like a frustrated old  man with erectile dysfunction and never quite bring it all home like they always do. Those doubters were wrong! The Red Sox beat their nemesis, the New York Yankees and as I watched the last minutes of game 4 of the World Series against the St. Louis Cardinals, I held my breath...I couldn't breathe...I wouldn't breathe! My son looked at me and told me to breathe or else I'd pass out, but I hear oxygen loss heightens the climax!  Could it be possible that the Red Sox would sweep the St. Louis Cardinals?

How could I explain to him the moment at hand was a moment I had waited my entire life to see? A moment I had truly thought I may never see happen, but there it was happening right before my eyes.  While other teams have moments like this often and fans cheer them on, The Red Sox waited 86 years to have a gushing multiple orgasmic moment that not only rocked the world, but made people everywhere believe anything is possible. I hate to sound greedy, but 86 years to remain celibate is a little much for anyone! But once their virginity was lost, the Red Sox learned to play like champions and win like the champions we all knew they could be! Now, here we are 9 years later, 2 World Series later and once again the Red Sox Nation is hungry. We lust for more as we once again play the Cardinals.  And once again the Red Sox ask, “Will you still love me tomorrow?” 



This is Day #8 of 30 SONGS IN 30 DAYS.

Because it feels as if I have aimlessly wandered my entire life, this song hits the sweet chord of recognition to me.  I've yet to find real love or a deeply religious experience, but I search on...
Forever hopeful that something greater than myself does exist.


This is Day #7 of 30 SONGS IN 30 DAYS.

Since I'm breaking the rules and not posting my selections in the right order according to the list, I might as well take another liberty and post 2 songs this time.

My first selection is my favorite Halloween song...nothing loud and screechy or too scary.  It's just a song about vampires with a catchy beat to it (like a heartbeat)  Oh yeah! 

My second selection encompasses the season.  Autumn has always been my favorite season.  During my youth, I enjoyed watching the color of the trees change as the temperatures started to dip.  Long drives throughout the countryside were breathtaking.  This time of year always makes me homesick.


This is Day #6 of 30 SONGS IN 30 DAYS.

I have many favorites that can vary greatly as my mood or my circumstance changes.  The song I picked to post here is one of my favorites because it's not only uplifting and filled with awe and hope, but it's from my favorite movie as well. Like Judy Garland, Eva Cassidy is another true songbird who was taken from us too early.  Unlike Judy Garland who took her own life, Eva Cassidy died from cancer in 1996 at the age of 33.


This is Day #5 of 30 SONGS IN 30 DAYS.

I never really listened to classical music until I went to college and was forced into it for a class I took.  As a result, I developed a strong admiration for the musical pioneers of long ago.  How could Brahm's Lullaby not gently seduce a person into a peaceful sleep?  It almost transports me back to a time of needing to be rocked to sleep like a baby. 


This is Day #4 of 30 SONGS IN 30 DAYS.

I had trouble with this one. I half expected to come up with a twangy, cry in your beer country song, but then I remembered how annoying this song always was to me. John Lennon, who was primarily responsible for Revolution Nine said he was trying to "paint a picture of a revolution with sound."  Maybe I should blame George Harrison or Yoko One who assisted with this song for not saying, "I don't think we should go there, John!" In fact, Paul was the only one who was against putting it on their White album.  Every time I hear it I say, "WTF????"


This is Day #3 of 30 SONGS IN 30 DAYS.

As a child, this song made me both happy and sad.  It was filled with fantasy and vivid images that allowed my imagination run wild and pulled me back to earth with its sad ending.  What a rough lesson it is for a child to learn that nothing lasts forever.


This is Day #2 of 30 SONGS IN 30 DAYS. 

We all know all the words to many songs that we sing in the shower, in the car and in front of the mirror.  I chose this Bob Dylan song because I spent much of my life like a rolling stone with no direction home.  That's changed now and I seem to be at the opposite end of that axis... a troglodyte!  I must find a song about being a hermit.


30 SONGS IN 30 DAYS is an idea I snatched from Remembering Grace .  If others have done this 30 day list, you'll notice I modified the list to suit myself...go figure!

Now, why would I play a song like this one at my wedding specifically as our first dance together? Well, because I have a twisted sense of humor and the person I marry if I ever take that plunge again will think this was a marvelous choice.  Of course, we'll have it perfectly choreographed to impress all.