Sneaky T!

I should have been a rock star. I really want to be, really truly in the deepest part of me I think I should be a rock star. I have the perfect name for it, Sneaky T, but unfortunately not a drop of musical talent. Although, that hasn't stopped a lot of talentless hacks from assaulting the ear drums of innocent listeners everywhere.

A couple years ago I decided I was going to teach myself how to play Ukulele. After seeing that a simpleton as Tiny Tim learned how to play the Uke I figured I could, too. He can sing sublimely, but seriously is lacking in even the slightest shred of true musical ability. Inspiration really can be found anywhere.

A couple of weeks ago when I was thumbing through my well worn copy of Aesop's fables to find the story I used in a post, I stumbled on the receipt for the ukulele. It has sat relatively untouched ever since the date on the silky piece of paper.

For the first couple weeks I practiced every day and was frustrated at how hard it was, but as soon as my nails grew out and I realized I would have to keep them short and that I hadn't really made any discernible progress, I put it away. It may have been gone but it was not forgotten, and the silent cries of it sitting in the corner mocked me for my folly and over blown sense of my own abilities. I may have had fantasies of one day playing like Eddie Kamae, but I knew that would never happen. Unfortunately, being able to strum out Baa Baa Black Sheep was equally impossible.

When I was at the Red Dog Listening to an unknown band earlier this week, I realized that there may yet be an instrument for me. A lanky, tobacco finger stained woman pulled out a tambourine and began beating it against her body in a frenetic dance to "Walk Right In", which also happens to be one of my favorite Dr. Hook songs, I thought to myself, "now that I can do!"


I walk past the Old Peterbprough School of Folk Music nearly every time when I'm downtown and I can see an array of tambourines from the window, but I have yet to go in and buy one. I am sure the Ukulele is lonely, but I can't bring myself to buy it a friend that I will also neglect. Although, I am just certain I would be stellar with a tambourine. There was a brief moment not too long ago when I thought my rock star moment might have arrived. An old friend informed me that he was starting a band, invited me to check out one of their rehearsals and then inquired if I could scream. Can I scream? Hell yes, I can scream. Like a motherfucking banshee. And then the question seemed odd to me and asked him why he needed screaming. Seems it is a pretty serious punk band that he is creating, which is even more odd considering he plays the banjo. It could be genius, though. I was totally up for giving it a go and between being an experimental punk band and featuring a banjo player, I figured I could fit right in with my rock star name, my latent screaming talent and my red vinyl pants and tambourine. Nothing ever came of it as far as I know.

Guess it is up to me. I'll cut all my nails off tonight and tune the Uke. The steel strings are murder on my fingertips. It is completely awkward. But for God's sake, anyone can play the Ukulele, even Elvis the Pelvis picked up the talents to win the affection of unsuspecting women and shit, if Tiny Tim who was very unattractive could woo the hearts of the women too…..maybe I can add to my charm. I might just get a tambourine, too. Just in case. I Might be Wrong.

I can play the triangle, I'll use it as a back up!

Teresa.

Murphy is no friend

The only law that has been constant in my life has been murphy's despite the governmental ones that we obey and utilize without a connatural thought on a daily basis. Life chooses to take many forms, it’s not just being humans however, this law is recognized only in our western culture. Bet you didn’t know that! Wikipedia apparently claims that this law originated sometime in the late 1940’s when some air force base coined the fraise that "If things can go wrong they usually do". Or more clearly "Things will go wrong in any given situation, if you give them a chance". It continues to discuss theories from Sod’s law and Finagle’s Law. Read it yourself. I’m too lazy to explain. Once again, murphy’s law, playing on my playful but loafing mood. Speaking of loaf…I think I’ll have some toast. I’ll probably burn the slices and the butter will no doubt be hard.

Teresa.

Stormy day ahead

This is a place for my musings. I doubt that I will have much to say that will interest anyone but me, yet I have paperclipped myself to the trend. Optimally, perhaps I might make you think from time to time… we don't do enough of that these days.

Well okay… I am, well... I am what I am. I love writing and reading- not necessary in that order. I love working as long as it interests me. I am going to be a writer, or at least would love to, enter the realm of possibilities only limited by my imagination. I love dreaming, being to myself, talking to myself. But I love being with others I like-too. I am very complex, difficult to understand and a difficult person so that makes me quite irritating. Hey, thats part of a good package, so you’ve to bear the brunt.

My Daughter Anna is just 8 years old (seen above showing me her uvula...that little dangling thingy). After church on Sunday we exited the bus at the park just down the street from our home. We stopped at the cornerstore for popsicles. Sheesh, I remember when popsicles were a nickle. Now theyr’e a whopping 87 cents for coloured, flavored, frozen water on sticks! As we continued to the playground, Anna tooted or more accuratly, expelled very loudly from her derriere. Instead of politely excusing herself from this very unlady like behaviour, she instead responds with something even more astonishing. As pretty and cute as she is says, "To air is to human". I nearly dropped my 87-cent Popsicle. We giggled together.

I’m meeting with my EX and our lawyers today. As you might say, It’s the precurser to a trial, however as I understand this step of the process is necessary. I’ll be ready to brave the storm for a bit this time. You’ll see me out there in my little Scooby Do dinghy, yellow rain coat and a Captain Highlighter rain hat tied securly under my chin, as I scribble useless thoughts on bits of multi-colored paper and toss them overboard... rowing in circles through rough seas, drowning myself in a paper ocean as the rambellings of an idiot and his demands are tossed into my direction aiming for my inflatable, falling like anvel’s to the bottom. Please continue, on hourly rates, your lawyer and mine must be costing you a fortune (I’m not going to bargan).

Whenever I notice our normal, manic weather, I feel a sentimental pride and delight in this place. My appreciation of the curious and changeable is sated without me having to do a thing. Of course I'm sitting comfortably inside.

MUAH!
Teresa.