today, will was sick and had to go to the doctor so I did absolutely everything he & I have been wanting to do...we went to St, Teresa's Textile Trove, which is AWESOME! Then we went to Shake It! I got some cd's, The Smiths "louder than bombs", Live FlamingLips & PassionPit. He got a mini ninja and a new visa cash card to up something his Roblox account, I dunno, you build little block guys, it's pretty cool!

the boats are blown to pieces by long, plastic straws & tiny windpipe bursts
a raingutter regatta
we all win! we all lose!

I was trying to figure out how to post this wickedcool video of tom waits on an old talk show, but I am so obviously upload/download challenged....I'm writing a song tonight about Charles Roth's work on Wild Talents and hopefully we'll put it all together tomorrow night at practice...looking forward to having a practice space!

I bought a laptop today for $50 and it is dreamy to sit on my bed and watch SNL while I am typing this. Weird, but cool!!!!

My friends are so pretty and I am so crazy about them all! I feel like the luckiest girl in the world tonight! I went to the speckled bird cafe for breakfast this morning with William. It rocked! Best cupcakes EVER and I had one last night and one this morning...

I'm having some difficulty figuring out a couple of things..
how to add other people's blogs to my own page as I have seen on other blogs I follow. And explaining to the important people in my life why I would have a blog and not share it.

The first seems easy enough to solve- I ask someone for help.

The other- well, I just started this to have a place to ramble when I wanna, and seeing how someone I live with hears me ramble on far too often all ready, I figured I would spare them the mundane prospect of also reading said rambles.

Here comes the guilt- do I have a secret worth sharing with the world and not him?
Obvious answer is of course not. Not so obvious answer, do I wish I did? Sometimes. Like a body double, I ride in the front seat through McDonald's Drive Thru and reluctantly get food from a corporation I both love and hate. I think about my life as I stare out the window at the Starbucks my children are all too familiar with on our way back from Old Navy and think to myself...I thought it may be different. I thought we'd live in an urban neighborhood and not 2 minutes from Kenwood Towne Center. I used to think I would never shop there, now I love to.

to be continued.....

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is spontaneous combustion simply an angry firestarter?
That's my theory! Also, would it be the mother or the daughter and how would you prove which it was? or both?


Is Darth Maul truly that dark that he doesn't need to use words or is he simple?

If I committed to writing a one woman show and actually performed it, I'm quite certain both of those burning subjects would be addressed, as well as many others.
Such as...is Flash Gordon's theme song by Queen really worthy of a whole dance routine with costumes and a floor plan layout for an entire marching band with flag corp?
Have I really discovered Darth Maul's long lost diary? Would I be willing to share the contents of it?
Is a keyboard solo medley music or torture? Would it sound better beginning with "pressure" by Billy Joel or "jump" by van halen? Is the proper ending song "home sweet home" by Motley Crue or would that fit better in the middle? Do I spend countless minutes thinking about this kind of stuff? Is it only minutes because my attention span is that of a flea?

Why don't I tell anyone I have a blog? Because they might steal my dance moves!