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Meme from sara_merry99 -- this one's about music. I need a list of my favorite songs, and I have approximately fifteen minutes before work. Yikes.

Right, then. These are songs I would be heartbroken about if I could never hear 'em again. I didn't repeat any artists even though I may like buckets of their stuff, and I stopped at thirty songs because I had to go to work. This was ALSO limited to a quick stroll through my .mp3 playlist and does not include music I don't have on there.

Every Rose Has Its Thorn -- Poison. (Yeah, I know. Power ballad. Sue me.)
Fat Bottom Girls -- Queen
Paradise by the Dashboard Light -- Meatloaf
Scotland the Brave -- instrumental bagpipe music. Doesn't really matter who does it.
Devil Went Down to Georgia -- Charlie Daniels Band
Shriner's Convention -- Ray Stevens
Matilda, Matilda -- Harry Belafonte
The Happy Organ -- Dave "Baby Cortez (also an instrumental)
Goodnight Sweetheart -- The Platters
Caress Me Down -- Sublime
Little Deuce Coupe -- The Beach Boys
Pretty Woman -- Roy Orbison
Sixteen Tons -- Tennessee Ernie Ford
Delta Dawn -- Tanya Tucker
Cherry Lips -- Garbage
Black Velvet Band -- Dropkick Murphys
Harper Valley PTA -- Jeannie C. Riley
Blood Red Roses -- Clancy Bros.
Love in an Elevator -- Aerosmith
The Stars and Stripes Forever -- John Philip Sousa (instrumental -- It has lyrics, but I don't want to know about them.)
I'm Gonna Be -- The Proclaimers
Dueling Banjos -- Flatt and Scruggs (instrumental)
La Donna e Mobile -- by Verdi, from the opera Rigoletto
Safety Dance -- Men Without Hats
Another Chimpanzee -- Barenaked Ladies (This is actually "Another Postcard" on my playlist. I should probably finish my coffee before posting.)
Hand on the Pump -- Cypress Hill
We Don't Care -- Kanye West
Hang Down Your Head, Tom Dooley -- Kingston Trio
Living on a Thin Line -- Kinks
Mama I'm Coming Home -- Ozzy Osbourne

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Today at work I picked up pieces of concrete and threw them in the dumptruck. The dumptruck, which is not a very big dumptruck, holds about three tons. We filled it one and a half times. Virtually every piece that went in the dumptruck the first time was lifted by my own widdle hands and the second load was about half me. I don't know if I got my 10,000 fucking steps in today, but I did get about three tons of lifting in. So, y'know, boo-yah. I'm very fucking tired.

It rained on us off and on throughout the day. I also had sweat dripping in my eyes (it stung) and sweated enough that I soaked my t-shirt from the inside out.

The reason I was picking up three tons of concrete (in pieces) and throwing it in the dumptruck is that concrete breaks when you run a jackhammer over it. I did not get to run the jackhammer, but I got to work RIGHT NEXT TO IT. Jackhammers are very, very loud. I wore ear-covering things (earmuffs? headset? hearing protectors? WTF are these things called?) to block the noise. The reason that we were jackhammering concrete into pieces was so that we could remove it. Concrete is very heavy stuff and I cannot lift six squares of sidewalk in one piece. However, as today's little experiment revealed, I *can* lift six squares of sidewalk (plus curb) if it's broken into small enough pieces first. V. educational thing to know, innit?

We were removing six squares of sidewalk at work today because the delightful and friendly historic borough of Everett (nee Bloody Run) recently enacted an ordinance regarding sidewalk inspections prior to the sale of property within the borough. According to the ordinance, a property owner's sidewalk has to pass inspection before the property owner is allowed to sell the property. If the property owner's sidewalk DOES NOT pass inspection, it must be fix0r3d before the sale of the property can proceed.

Three guesses as to whose property did not pass sidewalk inspection.

*sigh*

In happier news, I have horse events planned for tomorrow. It's the exciting Ride Of Death (with lots of strange horses, also mules, draft horses, and horse-drawn conveyances on top of live motor vehicle traffic). Should we both survive the Ride of Death, we'll be spending the late afternoon at an Actual Fun Show (the name is sort of misleading as there is no guarantee of actual fun) in which your humble narrator is going to ride the Insane Red Horse and compete (I'm using this verb in its special, restricted sense where it means "participate with no hope of winning") in Exciting Timed Events, in a ring, in front of other people. This schedule, which is a pretty full day, will maximize my chances for both humiliation and bodily injury (though I probably will wear a helmet for the Exciting Timed Events) as the Insane Red Horse has never actually seen draft horses, horse-drawn conveyances, or any obstacles such as those that might be used in Exciting Timed Events. I expect we'll both learn a lot. Huzzah!