I am pretty sure that I will be the only person interested in what I have to say... I guess I am truly jealous of anyone that has their 15 minutes of fame (read: reality television shows), but I cannot be edited by big corporations to fit their story lines. I would say or sell their products, but maybe I can get a sponsor.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Sunday Night Guitar Shop
So here's another Sunday night at Ann's guitar shop (garage). I am making my second attempt at creating a Van Halen-esque guitar. First spin stank to be honest. I am hoping for better results this time around. I have a bunch of cool chrome hardward for this deal. I hope that I don't lose momentum and end up with yet another guitar in a box. I have two at this point. At any rate, if the strips turn out cruddy, I will just paint the dang thing blue. Funny how I dig Eddie, his playing and his guitars. Can't play a thing like him. Not a note.
It's great baby news from my long-time pal and ultimate cool friend Rachael. Just talking on the phone today... she's way sick and is coughing, hacking, all that great stuff. Then busts out with, "but I can't take anything in my condition..." My brain scans... condition? What condition? Like allergic to something? Like too something? Not enough something? Light bulb goes off as she says it "I'm pregnant." I'm so dumb and happy that I can't do anything but laugh. See, it's a really good thing that this is happening. Very cool.
So now it is April... and it has snowed twice here in Wisconsin. Who likes the snow? Not me! Last year by this time, you could walk around without a jacket. Still in the 30s in the morning. P-U. The weather is really putting a knot in my snot.
