Chris: Is that a Pokemon?
Me: It should be!
Me: Its fighting skill is surprise vomiting.
Chris: Oh so like a real Pokemon then?
Well, if you’re here, you’ve probably followed me over from my WordPress.com hosted site and now you’re here. And as of about fifteen minutes ago, I have a shiny new top level domain name for this blog. Its not a fancy one, but for $0.99 I’m pretty happy with it. Seriously, no reason to spend $15 a year to indulge my ego, ya know?
Tonight the super nice lady I met in Winco came by to pick up her pussy hat, and asked if we might try to be friends. She introduced me to her husband and said most of the people they’ve met here were religious types and that wasn’t working for them. I’m not sure if it was the pussy hat or the stuff amigurumi penises on my shop website that clued her in that I’m definitely not into the big G or super conservative. But either way, maybe we will click and we will all win with new friends. 🙂 I’m hopeful.
I’ve been trying to add new things to my shop but its kind of hit or miss. Mostly its just new items I’ve just made going up, and not the scads of things I made before and never put up. Maybe I will get a handful of them photographed and listed tomorrow.
I still have no idea what’s going on with my disability appeal. And of course the website doesn’t offer me any help in finding out either. Waiting… it sucks.
My Instant Pot is still awesome and makes all the things. I did a beef roast tonight with gravy and a green salad, and tomorrow I’m sure I will use it again- I’ve used it almost every night since it arrived! Love it!
Lucy is continuing her downhill trudge and has been crapping in the house, mostly on the couch, and almost every day. I know she’s old and doesn’t have control any more but ugh. I’m tired of picking up poop all the time. Sashi on the other hand… she’s her normal, boisterous, and outgoingly happy self.
Me: Mattie is being a butt and not letting me sleep so I got up. He’s asleep though. Like a flailing corpse.
Chris: So like a zombie…
Me: Yes a zombie with flying knees and elbows.
Chris: Is he all “Ugh! Zombie Mattie crave brains… and beards… and boobs! Zombie Mattie has complex wants and needs! Argh!”
Me: So did I show you my pussy? Damn it. My pussy hat.
Chris: You know I know you mean that women’s movement thing.
Me: Stupid phone. Making me sound dirty. I’m almost done with the second one someone is paying me money for.
Chris: I knew you would make money with your pussy. I’ve been saying it for years.
Me: I feel bad making her move again. She’s old and hurty.
Liz: Maybe you can compromise? I don’t know. I don’t know what I expected when I said that. Negotiate with the dog?
Me: She’s very stuck in her ways. There’s no negotiating with bitchy grandma.
Me: Also, I need to pick my whisker again.
Liz: What do you mean “pick your whisker”?
Me: Pluck… stupid phone. I have a mole on my chin that grows an old lady whiskey. Jeez. Old lady whicket. Whisker.
Regarding a car chase on TV…
Me: Oh? Why’s he running?
Tim: No clue.
Me: LOL I just felt like driving fast today, officers!
Tim: XD Hello? 911? There’s a bunch of people following me and I’m freaking out!
Me: LOL OMG I’m dying!
So for a couple of months I’ve been seeing this ad on Craigslist. I could tell from the photo it was at a pawn shop, I just didn’t know which one.
Its a gorgeous guitar. Like super gorgeous. I kept going back to look at it.
The night before last I texted the contact number and asked if it was still available and where the shop was located. I got the address and promised to stop by sometime after I finished up with my other plans on Thursday.
Thursday morning I met Tracy and Jami at Starbucks by Joann’s. The three of us have a love for coffee, crafting, good food, and drinks, and it was Jami’s birthday so we had coffee, chatted a while, then went to Joann’s where we all bought a few items.
Then we migrated to Michael’s, where we wandered the store for ages, picked out a few things, and headed to Medrano’s to lunch. One of things I picked up at Michael’s was these little beaded rings which will make great knitting stitch markers!
They were on clearance, and I like the colors, so its a big win!
Medrano’s saw us ordering lunch and 2 cocktails each, where we maybe got Jami way more intoxicated than intended, but we had a good time and the waiter was great. After that we drove Jami home, took Jason to pick up the car, and we went our separate ways.
While we were eating, they came out and sang Happy Birthday to Jami and put the hat on her. It was pretty funny! (Sorry its so out of focus- we were all laughing pretty hard.)
I went to Guitar Center because I needed to pick up an order that came in (just some little stuff) and then headed back to Lancaster to the pawn shop. I had to be buzzed in, and the place was pretty spartan, but that seems pretty standard for the pawn shops I have been in (which is exactly 2 including this one). I asked to see the Peavey bass and a guy took it down off of the wall and handed to me. My first response was holy crap this thing is heavy! followed by hearts streaming out of my eyes. Seriously. Love at first sight. So freaking beautiful. I held it, caressed it, pretended to play it, and then I bought it.
So now she’s sitting in our music room. Mattie offered to let me use his old bass amp, and I talked to the nice folks at Sweetwater (who I cannot recommend enough- they helped me research a product they don’t even carry after I had only spent $5 with them) and on Wednesday I should have a stand, cable, and strap arriving from them.
The strings are free of corrosion and look good, so I am hoping I don’t need to change them anytime soon. I haven’t tried to tune it yet.
I told someone I feel like Goldilocks- trying all the instruments out, looking for the perfect fit.
Me: I need to put the trash cans out but I don’t want to go potatoes.
Jami: I hate it when I go potatoes!
Tracy: Sometimes I grow roots and just sit there quietly judging people in my potatoes glory.
Jami: I am couch-potato-ing as we speak!
John: I’m calling the ASPCA.
Me: You probably should. My new puppy was popular at uke club tonight. I spent half the time not playing because everyone else wanted a turn on her.
John: I’m glad I have context because that sounded terrible without it!