I have 12 blogs in my Google Reader that begin  with the word “Life”.

The pseudo-hubby’s computer & I are not compatible (have I mentioned I cannot wait to get my new computer?) . I can’t write worth a damn on his keyboard (certain keys used for gaming tend to stick and hold in place), ridiculous settings tell me I can’t do or look at things I normally would and the mouse occasionally spazzes on me, forcing me to go places I didn’t mean to go.

For instance, when I’m at my Blogger Reader page, I will intend to click on Life in a Quad ,but instead I will be taken to life of a bird or life of cinemetic moments (but hey,if I hadn’t gone to the actual blog I would have never known that they both have Twitter and you know I needed more people to follow there…) . Sometimes even Lis gets some clicks

I’m momentarily confused because, not only are none of those blogs the chronicles of a polyfidelitous quad, but because THE picture is gone.

Oh, why’s they take that marvelous picture off! I love that picture…

and then I realize I’m just at the wrong place.

This is the picture I’m talking about.

extraordinary-mind

I adore this and had to share it with all of you too.

Now that I’m done rambling on about NOTHING (sort of like Julia Cameron’s Morning Pages…) , I’m going to try to accomplish something today. Even if it’s just finding my currently MIA camera…

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RECENT MEDIA

Toy Box Reviews Well, specifically Adult Toy boxes. After the incident involving my 3 year old ,handcuffs & a tube of lube,it’s probably not a bad idea.

Death Proof Hottest. Lapdance. Ever. The girl that plays uhhh…one of the chicks in the car (yeah, that’s helpful), should play Agent 355 in the Y: The Last Man movie, if there ever is one. *crosses fingers*

I liked Planet Terror better.

Skippyjon Jones The current favorite book(s) of the youngest offspring (should I start calling him Pluto?) , Skippyjon the kitty-boy reminds me very much of my own little monster-boy.Skippyjon is a mischievious Siamese Cat who thinks he’s a Chihuahua and when in Chihuahua-mode, he speaks in this cute leetle Spanish accent, with real , commonplace Spanish words sprinkled into the text with many made-up words ending in “-ito”. (Carlos: “Wait, is this embracing hispanic heritage or offending it?”) and hangs out with his friends,Los Chimichangas.The books are fun to read …and relate-able.

An array of music coming from my son’s room (there is no link possible to represent his music collection )  , as he tries to chose ONLY 10 CDs to take with him as he backpacks to and through the Southern US.

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[blog title from "Sequestered in Memphis" by The Hold Steady....cuz that's what's playing right this very second]