Music & (Young, Very Young) Women

Slept more than usual last night, which was pretty good. Had to go in to baby sit a fashion show in the Pavilion. It was an easy low maintenance thing, just get the music running or stopped as requested. Did a bit of exercise for the arms and legs before leaving, just trying to use every opportunity that I have to fix this freaking body of mine and get things going back to normal. Spent a bit more than 5 hours doing this and by the end of this I was ready to keel over, had to rest a bit before doing coming back and putting the body in bed so that it could recuperate. I'm probably going to the pool tonight just to keep the working out thing in but also so that I can let it relax while in the water... then again as I see stuff being slid under my door I realize that I have a shitload of stuff to handle and may spend all this time catching up as I don't think that tomorrow I'll be in any condition to think straight... the pool plans just went to hell, I just received about 4 inches of paperwork to be done, of course it's needed to be done in the next day or so. I'll do this and then retire for the rest of the week... yeah right!

Got some new music onto my system. What kind?, all kinds. I have a very eclectic taste in music. On my iTunes library I have little over 12,000 songs. When you do the math, that's a lot of albums, about 800 assuming that each album has 15 songs, yikes!!! I have heavy metal, hip-hop, rap, rock, r&b, Spanish rock, Spanish pop, pop, classical, instrumental, country, you name it. I'll listen to anything and everything and if it's got some artistic value chances are that I'll like it. Lately though I've been listening to more and more hip-hop than ever before. Now that I've been listening and paying more attention to this type of music I am really appreciating it.

Got to say that women know how to manipulate men from an early age. You think I'm exaggerating? No, I'm not. This girl comes where I was working and wants to change the music, even if it is only one song. I still say no. Now that she knows that she failed she points to her friends, triplets of 4 year old, and says to look at them, how cute they are and how can I say no to them. Call me a sucker but I let them have their song.