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My Top Fifty Favorite Songs
I have been so busy being the coolest bitch on the planet that my poor blog has fallen by the wayside. My life is not interesting enough to talk about on a regular basis, so I have come up with a way to blog with a purpose. Not a staggering life-altering purpose, but a purpose nonetheless. A while back I brought up the amazing website Songfacts and our tendency to vote on anything and everything that comes to mind. I've decided to randomly go through the list of my Top Fifty Favorite Songs and tell you why I love each song and what part it has played in my life. I will report that I have extremely varied and odd taste in music, from the almighty Tenacious D to Etta James to Run DMC to Rick mother fucking Astley. You may read the original post here. And don't worry, we've done a second Top Fifty since that post so you've got at least 100 golden nuggets to look forward to.
KARI'S TOP FIFTY
A Change is Gonna Come - Sam Cooke
A Song for You - Donny Hathaway
Ain't Too Proud to Beg - The Temptations
And I Am Telling You - Jennifer Holliday
At Last - Etta James
Boys of Summer - Don Henley
Burnin' Up - Madonna
Chain of Fools - Aretha Franklin
Cult of Personality - Living Color
Desperado - The Eagles
Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me - Elton John
Dust in the Wind – Kansas
Fallin’ - Alicia Keys
Father Figure – George Michael
Fire - Jimi Hendrix
Happy Together - The Turtles
Hush - Kula Shaker
I Wish - Stevie Wonder
In My Daughter’s Eyes - Martina McBride
It's Tricky - Run DMC
Let’s Stay Together - Al Green
Long Way Down – The Goo Goo Dolls
Monkey Man - The Rolling Stones
Never Gonna Give You Up - Rick Astley
No Sleep Til Brooklyn – The Beastie Boys
One Love - Bob Marley
Rescue Me - Fontella Bass
Rock and Roll All Night - KISS
Rock Lobster - B-52s
Rock With You - Michael Jackson
Separate Ways - Journey
September - Earth, Wind & Fire
Southern Cross - Crosby, Stills & Nash
Stay - Sugarland
Tempted - Squeeze
The Message - Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five
The Reflex - Duran Duran
Tribute - Tenacious D
What I Want – Daughtry
Who Put the Bomp? – Barry Mann
You Don't Know Me - Ray Charles
You Shook Me All Night Long – AC/DC
You're My Best Friend - Queen
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Jump for Joy in June: Part 30
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Praise God/Allah/Yaweh/Hasselhoff! I officially made a blog effort every day(ish) for one solid month! Celebrate good times, y'all...come on!

Jump for Joy in June: Part 25
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I live in the Watermelon Capital of the World, y'all. Yes, I'm living the dream.
Jump for Joy in June: Part 20
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I had the pleasure of seeing Coti Collins perform as Reba McEntire and Judy Garland over the weekend. Beyond amazing!
Jump for Joy in June: Part 19
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Elegance is learned, my friends.
Jump for Joy in June: Part 17
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A 6 year old and a 4 year old are upstairs in their bedroom talking before bedtime. "You know what?" says the 6 year old. "We are becoming men. I think it’s about time we started cussing." The 4 year old nods his head in approval. The 6 year old says, "When we go downstairs for breakfast, I’m gonna say something with hell and you say something with ass." "Good idea," says the 4 year old enthusiastically.
The next morning, the mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6 year old what he wants for breakfast. He replies, "Aw hell, Mom, I guess I’ll have some Cheerios."
WHACK! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up and runs upstairs crying his eyes out, with his mother in hot pursuit slapping his rear with every step. His mom locks him in his room and shouts, "You can stay there until I let you out!"
She comes back downstairs, looks at the 4 year old and asks with a stern voice, "And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man?’
"I don’t know," he blubbers, "but you can bet your fat ass it won’t be Cheerios!"

The next morning, the mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6 year old what he wants for breakfast. He replies, "Aw hell, Mom, I guess I’ll have some Cheerios."
WHACK! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up and runs upstairs crying his eyes out, with his mother in hot pursuit slapping his rear with every step. His mom locks him in his room and shouts, "You can stay there until I let you out!"
She comes back downstairs, looks at the 4 year old and asks with a stern voice, "And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man?’
"I don’t know," he blubbers, "but you can bet your fat ass it won’t be Cheerios!"

Jump for Joy in June: Part 13
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Dickipedia - A wiki of dicks
Some dick examples:
M. Night Shyamalan (born Manoj Nelliyattu Shyamalan, August 6, 1970), is a pretty good film director, an okay film writer, an awful film actor, and a dick.
“Night” (a nickname that he dickishly gave to himself) burst on the American film scene with 1999’s The Sixth Sense, a movie with a contemporary supernatural story, set in Philadelphia, driven by a lead character experiencing a loss of faith, and climaxing with a twist ending. He then burst on the dick scene by recycling that exact same formula over and over again until audiences finally caught on years later. Somewhere along the line, he also decided that his convoluted plots don’t have to make sense or hold up to outside logic.
Ann Hart Coulter (born December 8, 1961) is an American conservative pundit, a syndicated columnist, a best-selling author, a frequent television and radio guest, a self-described “polemicist,” and a self-promoting dick. Best known for purveying hate, Coulter revels in the mass loathing she herself inspires, a delight so aberrational as to invite speculation that she may in fact be an alien life form. That, actually, would explain a lot.
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The most common symptoms of the disease are chills, fever, sore throat, muscle pains, severe headache, coughing, complaining, whining, sneezing, and small panic attacks in your mom even though she lives in a different state and you're now an adult who is totally capable of taking care of themselves.
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The scientific term "influenza"—like pizza, organized crime, and Long Island—originated in Italy. It is derived from the Italian word "influenza," which means: "to drink a lot of ginger ale."
Some dick examples:
M. Night Shyamalan (born Manoj Nelliyattu Shyamalan, August 6, 1970), is a pretty good film director, an okay film writer, an awful film actor, and a dick.
“Night” (a nickname that he dickishly gave to himself) burst on the American film scene with 1999’s The Sixth Sense, a movie with a contemporary supernatural story, set in Philadelphia, driven by a lead character experiencing a loss of faith, and climaxing with a twist ending. He then burst on the dick scene by recycling that exact same formula over and over again until audiences finally caught on years later. Somewhere along the line, he also decided that his convoluted plots don’t have to make sense or hold up to outside logic.
Ann Hart Coulter (born December 8, 1961) is an American conservative pundit, a syndicated columnist, a best-selling author, a frequent television and radio guest, a self-described “polemicist,” and a self-promoting dick. Best known for purveying hate, Coulter revels in the mass loathing she herself inspires, a delight so aberrational as to invite speculation that she may in fact be an alien life form. That, actually, would explain a lot.
Influenza, commonly referred to as the flu, is an infectious disease caused by RNA viruses, a deadly public health risk, and a dick.
The most common symptoms of the disease are chills, fever, sore throat, muscle pains, severe headache, coughing, complaining, whining, sneezing, and small panic attacks in your mom even though she lives in a different state and you're now an adult who is totally capable of taking care of themselves.
While influenza causes the death of hundreds of thousands of people each season, its most notable dick characteristic is that it makes you use up all of your sick days for the whole year, even the ones you were saving to sneak off during March Madness.
Cruelly, the flu targets weak and defenseless individuals, such as the elderly, helping to cement its villainous dick reputation. Many of influenza's sinister qualities, however, are slightly lessened when one considers that this global nightmare can be defeated merely by washing your hands and getting enough fluids.
The scientific term "influenza"—like pizza, organized crime, and Long Island—originated in Italy. It is derived from the Italian word "influenza," which means: "to drink a lot of ginger ale."
Jump for Joy in June: Part 6
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Happy birthday to my darling Paul Giamatti. Dear Lord, do I love this man.
Jump for Joy in June: Part 2
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When You Are Engulfed in Flames by David Sedaris
My favorite quote:
"A bow tie announces to the world that you can no longer let an erection."
Jump for Joy in June: Part 1
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I place so much pressure on myself to blog on the regular that I inevitably let the stress of coming up with grammatically correct amusing anecdotes take over and I stop blogging altogether. Thusly, I've decided to take another approach. I'm simply going to share with you, my invisible internet friends, one thing a day that makes me happy. Enjoy!
A trifecta of joy - Chris Daughtry and Kelly Clarkson singing Tracy Chapman. Wrap that shit up in bacon and I'd marry it.
A trifecta of joy - Chris Daughtry and Kelly Clarkson singing Tracy Chapman. Wrap that shit up in bacon and I'd marry it.
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