Satellite Radio

Can I just say I love my satellite radio?! Thank you, thank you, thank you mom for getting me this for Christmas. Listening to satellite radio is like being back in high school, and listening your best friend's favorite "mix tape." Seriously (or should I say sirius-ly), this is the greatest thing ever.

A confession. I thought I would fall over dead when Howard Stern left regular (terrestrial) radio. I love the man. So, like the rest of his faithful cult - I went to Sirius just for Howard. Well! Let me tell you - I mean no disrespect, but Howard Shmoward! Give my kool-aid to somebody else, buddy. I've got 125+ channels of whatever girlfriend is in the mood for!

To have "The Big 80's", "Totally 70's", "Hair Nation", "The Strobe", and the "Cosmo Channel" at my fingertips makes Kim a happy, happy gal. Driving in this morning, I was listening to Hair Nation (yea, you heard me right - a station solely dedicated to hair bands.) Whitesnake came on the radio. Ok - I was waaaaaay down memory lane before I realized people were staring. In an instant, reality set in. My neck was killing me from swinging my head round and round in circles. I almost broke my window (and my head), I spilled my drink, my hair was a mess, people were covering the eyes of their small children. I know they were thinking - CRACK HEAD. But, no. It was just me and my Whitesnake. Thank God I snapped out of that trance before I got out in the middle of stand-still traffic and pulled a Tawney Kitaen on the hood of the car!