media obsessions

so, I'm not a big TV watcher - I like the shows with dancing and I like things like Anthony Bourdain and Mythbusters and I still DVR the CSIs and Criminal Minds.

Movies? I'm a huge fan, although I don't see them in the theater and pay about as much attention as I do TV when they're on.

I love my books, too. I have thousands, easily, stacked in shelves and boxes and under the bed and on the desk and everywhere.

But more than all that, I have my music.

I can listen for weeks and never hear the same song twice. I have entire catalogs for more singers than I care to admit (Garth, Tim, Alan, Sugarland, both Chrisses, Kenny, Trent) and then I collect the odd and upcoming bands like they were shoes.

I blame my mother - my memories of her all have a soundtrack. Ask her some day about learning to two-step in the front room of the farmhouse in Quinlan to George Strait. Or singing to Alabama over margaritas in a little Mexican bar in Farmersville when she taught me one of those life-lessons - no woman worth her salt should *ever* have to buy her own drink. I still can't hear Gallery's "So Nice to Be with You" without smiling, or "Bridge Over Troubled Water" without crying for her.

Of course, I may be one of three people alive who have heard my daddy sing. (He's quite good and the cutest daddy in the history of daddies, you know.)