Sometimes life makes it's own soundtrack: because in reality we're all just on God's little TV station trying to stay on the Primetime schedule

I often think of my life in TV terms (it makes it more interesting and probably fullfills some deep psychological need to make my life more watchable then it is), there is the season premiere, where the new story line starts (that usually happens around August and/or September and for some shows who are mid season replacements around Jauary). This year/season started off with a bang when our heroine (that's me) got fired, first episode, no warning. We think it's just another typical day in (old town that was worse then limbo, not quite hell) when BAM, this will be your last day at work, everything in a tail spin, what now?!!

And so our heroine (that's me!! woo hoo!!) had to figure out what was next in her life, what she wanted, what about Husband and Baby? Would she ever get over it? WHAT'S NEXT?! And it came to a head in February (that's February sweeps for those novices, when the networks bust out the big guns to get more ratings so they can charge more for advertising) when she moved back to San Diego...

Then the writers went on strike...

And we've yet to come back with new episodes as those seem to all be starting around Mid-April. So there you go...

Life... is just a TV show trying to make it in Primetime... quote me.

The point is, soundtrack songs (those ones that perfectly fit the mood and/or explain the scene and/or set the montage) happen everyday, you just have to be listening (the audience sure is).

And now that I have completed my schizophrenic transformation: here was the song that played on the radio as I left Baby at day care (crying, cause it was too EARLY to be woken up) and pulled on in to work.