Jam Session

Once upon a time in a land far, far(ish) away there lived a young girl with hair down to her waist and pink Nintendo brand glasses who was very tall and stick-skinny and had long ”piano-fingers” but was very clumsy on the piano (and in general, really). She dreamed of the day when she could quit piano lessons and pick up a guitar and astound the world with her natural guitar-playing abilities. Finally, when she turned 13, her parents allowed her to pursue her dream by letting her ditch the piano for a rockin’ 6-string. She got as far as the church youth band and before realizing that she couldn’t get past one strum pattern.

What can I say, it’s a solid strum pattern.

*ahem*

A lot has changed since then, but I am still tall and clumsy and stuck in the same strum pattern. Until yesterday, I had not picked up my guitar in… (counting)

*crickets chirping*

6 years?? Wow, that’s a long time.

A few weeks ago, one of my friends was gong to the guitar store and offered to pick some new strings up for me. He put them on my guitar on Sunday and I’ve been jammin’ ever since.

Well, maybe not exactly jammin.

More like cringing at every clumsy chord change. But I’m getting better. I need to keep it up before the calluses on my fingers start to try to heal themselves and result in peeling.

You probably didn’t care to know that, did you?

Well, if anyone is up for a jam session, you sing, I’ll lip sync, and we’ll strum to our hearts content!

As long as your strum pattern is compatible with mine.

Juiced

I got nothin here for you today, just so ya know.

Between my brilliant Plastic Wrap Rap and my pupkin decorating, my creative juices have dried up like a day old squeezed lemon. Not a drop left. Nope, not a drop.

So, since I have no new creative material for you today, let me introduce you to the characters resulting from my most recent creative endeavors.

Meet Who.

Who is he? you say?

Yes, he is Who.

How do you do, Who?!

Hopefully between his picture and my awful imaginary dialogue with you, you’ve caught on that Who is an owl.

Tyler felt he looked more like a chicken, but, c’mon, really? He’s got the owl horns and everything! Defitely an owl.

Right???

Actually, deep down he’s really a pumpkin. And up close he’s sort of a tree too. His “feathers” are leaves. Brilliant, right?!

Wrong… the idea was a good one, but the exectution… ehhh, not so much. I pressed the leaves for 5 days like they did for another pupmkin I found online. But they still turned brown and icky.

AND, I ran out of leaves (as well as creative juices) last night and thought maybe I could finish his back side this morning, but the trees are all wet from the rain last night. So, my owl will just have to sit in a corner so as not to expose his backside to the world.

Oh, did I mention where he is headed? 

Sorry, silly me. Where is my mind?  

He is going to work with me for the pumpkin decorating contest we are having. First prize is a $50 gift card to the mall. Nice, right? Although so far I am 1 for 3 for people thinking he actually looks like an owl.

SO, I have my alternate player, my pinch hitter, my understudy.

Drum roll please…

Meet my Mummy!

Wait a minute, how’d that get in here… oh shoot!

Hang on…

Isn’t he cute?! This was a much less frustrating project. Other than I colored the edges of the rolls of tape with crayola marker and my fingers are now bluish black. But art is worth the sacrifice, right?!

Right???

*crickets chirpping*

Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to put you to sleep already. I knew I should have waited to write a post until my juices were replenished.

Well, on the note, I am off to work! Happy Monday, friends!

P.S. I apologize for all grammatical attrocities committed. This department of my cranium is currently shut down, but will return to operation as soon as feasilbly possible.