It's Friday! Here's Five.

1. Name one song you hate to admit you like.
"Snowbird" - Anne Murray

2. Name two songs that always make you cry.
"Sunshine on My Shoulders"- J. Denver and Handel's Hallelujiah (sp?) Chorus
Oh, and pretty much any Christmas carol.

3. Name three songs that turn you on.
"Too Late Marlene" - Duran Duran
"Autumn in New York - Mel Tormé Yeah Baby
"Heavy Metal (Takin' A Ride) - Don Felder

4. Name four songs that always make you feel good.
"Oh What a Night" - Four Seasons
"A Little Respect" - Erasure
"Hang on Sloopy" - The McCoys
"Mandinga" - Buena Vista Social Club - or anything by them! Go download some now, or your weekend will suck!

5. Name five songs you couldn't ever do without.
"Into the Mystic" - Van Morisson
"The Hurting" - Tears for Fears
"Farewell to Nova Scotia" - Irish Rovers (Oh come on - everyone needs a drinkin' song)
"No Man's Woman" - Sinead O'Connor
"Someone Saved My Life Tonight" - Elton John
Plus anything by Peter Gabriel. Almost anything by Burton Cummings (yes, really). And the Spoons. They rock.

Ready, Aim, Destroy
What's the deal with garbage men? My friend Nancy says they're all either stoned or hungover, which would explain their total disregard for my garden. Last week, they flung an emptied blue box onto my neighbour's car - no damage done, miraculously, but he nearly burst a blood vessel. The week before, they tossed our garbage bin onto my tulip bed, damaging about a half dozen wee buds. Today, garbage bin AND blue box chucked onto the now destroyed tulips. I wanted to run outside and scream at them, make a public display, even, but my hair was wet and I was wearing nothing but a torn Globe And Mail t-shirt. There's the public display, I suppose, or a pubic one.

While walking through the Beach yesterday, all the garbage bins had fresh green bags in them, but were surrounded by piles of litter scattered on the ground. Do garbage men ONLY empty the bags, and ignore the crap that spilled over to the ground? Are they visually impaired? Are they working to rule again?

Rant over. Crab out.

New Best Thing in the Fridge
Canadian Club bbq sauce. I dispatched Mr. Crabby to find the yumaliscious JD sauce that Fresh used on Saturday, but he came back with the CC. His patriotism impressed me, and so did the sauce! The JD label was careful to assure you that this product contained no alcohol, but there's a good dose of whiskey in the CC. A keeper, to be sure.

Peggy Partum
My friend is moving. I'm sulking like a child. Shoe's on the other foot now, eh Air Force Brat? After years of telling my friends in assorted towns and cities across Canada that I'd be moving next month, now it's my turn to be left in someone's dust. This sucks ass.

Crabby's Menagerie
Throughout the afternoon, Huckle, Squeak, Chi Chi, Abby, and SkinnyKitty BigHead visited with me in my backyard yesterday. Mr. Crabby says it's because I give them all treats, but I know they like me. They really like me. My ankles are sunburned, and Abby flattened one of my burgeoning Ted Kennedy plants, but fun was had by all. (Ted Kennedy plant: allium, really - like a giant chive with a huge purple head, ergo Ted Kennedy plant.)