Oh, swish!

I'm just quoting. He said it.

As she writes, still pyjama clad. Will someone please make me walk away from the computer?

The Trouble with Women

This really explains it all.



Although, one has to wonder... what IS Brad's problem? Could it be that he's a jerk?

Seriously, it's almost noon. Am I still in my pyjamas? Yes. Have I cleaned my room? No. Am I screwing around and watching these 1950's educational films? Absolutely.

I promise this is the last one. For today.

My Day of Reckoning Is Here

Rumor has it that The Boy finally has a plane ticket and will be home tomorrow! Of course, I'm sooooo glad to have my boy home in time for Thanksgiving and crazy make-up cuddling.

However, I have not used my two months of serious Bachelorette Time to enhance the appearance of our home. It's after 11pm and I'm still folding laundry. I am a messy person. I admit it.

The only way I'm going to make it in time is to listen to a good dose of Clean Your Room Music. I really think the 70s produced some of the best music to clean to (ie., music that will distract you enough so that you can muddle through what could be terribly depressing but needs to be done, with a smile).

In no particular order, here's a mini version of what's playing Chez Tangobaby:

Boston, "Peace of Mind"
Electric Light Orchestra, "Livin' Thing"
Earth, Wind and Fire, "That's the Way of the World"
Queen, "Bohemian Rhapsody"
Fleetwood Mac, "Go Your Own Way"
Elton John, "Tiny Dancer"
Jackson 5, "ABC"
Redbone, "Come and Get Your Love"
David Bowie, "Suffragette City"
Jean Knight, "Mr. Big Stuff"
Rose Royce, "Car Wash"
Sister Sledge, "We Are Family"
Labelle, "Lady Marmalade"
Blondie, "Dreaming"
Lynyrd Skynrd, "Sweet Home Alabama"
Rod Stewart, "Maggie May"
Creedence Clearwater Revival, "Looking Out My Back Door"
Blue Swede, "Hooked on a Feeling"
Paul Simon, "Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard"

And now I've just realized that I'm totally NOT cleaning my room by making this list of music. So if you have any suggestions, drop 'em in the comment box. But you agree, the 70s (music-wise, at least) were something else? In a good way.

God it's late. I'm going to be in trouble.

Oh No! It's TODAY!

Testing 1, 2, 3...

Hooray! There's nothing better than getting to sleep in an extra hour in the morning because of Daylight Savings Time AND finding out that the Internet Fairy has come in the middle of the night and restored your access!

This almost makes me believe in Santa Claus, too. Did you miss me? I missed you.

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This is actually a test post because I might be out of practice. I might get winded so I'm starting blogging again in small doses.

The photo above is a selection of movies that were in the $10 Halloween bin at Virgin Records. I picked up a couple of DVDs for late Halloween night (Tim Burton's Sleepy Hollow as recommended by willow, and the collector's edition of The Shining.)

Above are more selections that I didn't purchase. Can you find the scariest movie in those pictured?

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If you said the Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, Widescreen Edition, you WIN!

Congratulations and see you soon with a real post!

xoxo

Full-Blown Eighties Mode Tonight

Boy, you listen to a couple of Hall and Oates songs and then all of a sudden you're in full-blown Eighties mode.

I guess I might end up watching After Hours tonight. I think this is one of the films that warped my sense of humor as a youngster.

Full-on awesome Teri Garr:



I think Catherine O'Hara was my favorite though:



And then I'll relive some first boyfriend kisses. Looking back, Berlin isn't really good makeout music but it worked at the time.



Now all I need are some shoulder pads and some stirrup leggings and I'm all set. But first I have to empty the dryer.

Some People Believe in Nostradamus

I think John McCain should have listened to Hall and Oates before Bill Kristol or Dick Cheney or Karl Rove. Now I'm on a kick since my Palin-Putin forbidden love fantasy from this morning.

She's a Maneater! Watch out, boy!



She'll only come out at night
The lean and hungry type
Nothing is new, I've seen her here before
Watching and waiting
She's sitting with you but her eyes are on the door
So many have paid to see
What you think you're getting for free
The woman is wild, a she-cat tamed by the purr of a Jaguar
Money's the matter
If you're in it for love you ain't gonna get too far

Oh here she comes
Watch out boy she'll chew you up
Oh here she comes
She's a maneater
Oh here she comes
Watch out boy she'll chew you up
Oh here she comes
She's a maneater

I wouldn't if I were you
I know what she can do
She's deadly man, and she could really rip your world apart
Mind over matter
The beauty is there but a beast is in the heart

Oh here she comes
Watch out boy she'll chew you up
Oh here she comes
She's a maneater

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Part of this is because I don't feel like finishing my laundry and the other part is that I just keep cracking myself up. I'm so Eighties today!