You were always on my mind

In an effort to be transparent, I have to fill you all in on the goings on around these parts. In 9ish days, two thirds of the Tricycle of Awsome are getting hitched. Since I'm the other one third, of course I'm the Maid of (dis)Honor. I'm very excited that the Boston People will be here for over a week. I haven't seen them since August, so it's going to be awesome. Well, if I can invite myself on some of their outings, it'll be awesome. Plus, there's this one guy that TheMarty's been talking about forever time, so I guess it'll be fun to meet him. Even though for a long time he thought I was a man. Ahem. Why am I telling you all of this? Well I'm busy. Ok, fine, busier than usual. Is that better? And I have things to do. And some stuff to do too. And I have a speech to write. Holy shit, I have a speech to write!!! In an effort to keep the Tricycle of Awesome intact, I will also have to put my best filter on, and bite my tongue every so often. Plus, I'm sure there will be many shenanigans and goings on, but I'll have to figure out just how much is shareable. Shareworthy? Shareingness? So, as much as I'll want to blog about the good times and bad, in sickness and in health.... sorry, went off track there...... I may or may not be around much for a while. Unless I get a thorn in my side about something. And you know, there's always something. Just a little heads up is all.

Am I?

Am I the only one who didn't think that Betty White was funny on SNL? I mean, come on people. She swore. Then, she said lesbian. Then she swore some more. When I'm 88, I will swear for you, and you don't have to watch me on late night t.v. Hell, I'll do it right now. Not funny. That's just my opinion.

I can play this:

Half a mile from the county fair and the rain keep pourin' down Me and Billy standin' there With a silver half a crown ...... my favorite line? And it stoned me to my soul Stoned me just like Jelly Roll What the hell does that even mean? I do not know. But I do know I can play this song, and that makes me a musical human.

You know what sucks?

That because I'm stupid and told people (specifically my sister) about this here blog many many many moons ago, I can't write what I want to write today. SO, I'm choosing to not write a post at all, because all I want to write about I can't. It's my own damn fault, but still. Suffice to say, Mother's day sucked big time.

Help!

You all know, I never NEVER do this - a blatant plea for comments and replies.... BUT I need your assistance. I have a group of "train friends". My tfs (as they shall henceforth be known) are women of varying ages and backgrounds. We like each other well enough and we tend to sit togetherish on the train. Many other train riders don't really care for us and our obnoxious behavior, but oh well, we are very entertaining. There are anywhere from 3 to 8 of us on any given day. There are even two sub-groups of us. The nice ones (generally the older ladies) and the mean ones (just guess which I fall into) NOW There is another group of train people. A small horde. There's 4 of them, sometimes 5 or 6. They are ugly, boring, stupid and all around nasty. They need a name Like, an opposing gang name. This morning I called them the ugly stupid gang. Laura said to me "That's no good. We need VonForNow good." That being said. I pose it to you, because to me they are what they are, the ugly stupid gang. What do you think? What should their name be? And, then, what should our gang be? ** after reading this post again, I had to add a note. Hmmm...Laura said "We need VonForNow good." HuH? I AM VonForNow. I mean, I write it, so it's me, so the snarky wit she's asking for is mine. And my commentors, sure, but mine. Like me and my blog are two seperate things....hm...must think on this for a bit.....**

Jackpot!

Won the lottery with my new guitar teacher. He's 10 shades of awesome. He may or may not (but most likely may) be a hippy. A super cool awesome hippy. His name is Steve. He refers to us as "musical humans" and also "guitar humans" I like being referred to as a musical human. I hear he is one of those people that can hear a song and just play it, with all of the intricate styling he had heard. He is hilarious and cool, and he calls everyone by name. He seems like a genuinely good guy. I'm pretty excited about the next seven weeks of class. On our first day he taught us "(Sitting on the) Dock of the Bay" by Otis Redding. Well, until we got to the pesky F chord. The road to my musicianship is currently sunshine and light, and paved with tie-dye and rose-colored glasses.

Agrees

Agrees that she was a little passive aggressive yesterday. And hates passive aggressive kinda a lot. SO, I'm sorry. Or I'm zorry.