I love Memes.

I always thought a Meme was a me me. Suppose it is, all right, but it's more than that. Over at Cara's, I read hers and thought, I'm a sheep, I'll do it, too. That, and the silent poetry reading, a day (or few) short.

List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they’re any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your blog along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they’re listening to. Consider everyone who reads this as tagged. I'm hoping it's seven. :)

Be prepared to laugh, snicker, or just roll your eyes. So sorry in advance for any popups.

1. What Is Love by Haddaway. Fry and I can't help it, we do the head thing ala Butabi brothers every time.

2. Egoist by Falco. (lyrics, music) I know, I know. I embrace my inner weirdo. At least, while the weirdo is out on bail. Fry and I sing it in German and know what it means, which is pretty cool.

3. Word Up by Cameo. Fry and I change the words in honor of her guinea pig. "Hey little Squeakies around the world, got a weird thing to show you so tell all the boys and girls." The fun part is when we take Squeaky and "wave your Squeaks in the air like you just don't care." Hoo boy. Why can't we like normal bands like Hoobastank or Chumbawumba??

4. World Without Love by Peter & Gordon. This is one of those "Sail Away like Cartman" songs. If I hear the first few notes, never mind the words, the song runs through my mind beginning to end. Gah! Really good to wallow around in PMS depression to, though.

5. Green Grass by Gary Lewis and the Playboys. Happy feet song! A gal can't be sad when this is playing.

6. Can't Help Lovin' That Man by Trudy Richards. This is a fun one to belt out while cleaning the house. Fry and I will sing this one every so often.

7. Thousand Miles from Nowhere by Dwight Yoakum. Actually, just take this whole album, it really is the best. Picking my favorite song from here is like picking my favorite cheesecake.

Bonus: She Took It Like A Man by Confederate Railroad. It's a bit close to home, this one.

Silent Poetry part!

All right. To me, liking Robert Frost is a cliche'. Who doesn't like him? He's not esoteric or trendy, or even archaic and antiquely profound. But, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening is such a good indicator of my life, that I feel like I've known this poem for forever.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it's queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.