Random Musings

I just walked into the living room to retrieve my new Chord Buddy I saw the postman deliver.  When he saw me, The Daddler exclaimed, "I ain't eatin' no more of that slime meat!"  I thought it was a commentary on his lunch.  Which, when I thought about it, was a week old - my sister-in-law brought it after my surgery.  I asked him if his lunch was bad, and he said no, and pointed at the TV.  They were doing yet another story on pink slime.  If you don't know about it, just Google it.  Look up roast sucking pig first, and then you won't be quite as repulsed.

Apparently, pink slime is pervasive.  Particularly if you partake of fast food on a regular basis.  Or the meat counter at the grocery store.  I see lots of trips to Charlie's Meat Market in my future.  Or tofu.

I headed upstairs with my Chord Buddy, and was unsuccessful installing it.  I suppose I'll have to watch the DVD.  I have a feeling it's not going to fit.  I think my guitar's neck is too wide.  I love the song book, though.  I'm not sure I'll tackle the songs in sequence.  That would mean Amazing Grace followed by American Saturday Night.  I don't know the second one, but trust me, it's quite a contrast.  Judging from the lyrics, anyway.  Then there's Folsom Prison Blues followed by Garden Party.  Precious Memories and Proud Mary.  And my favorite:  Have I Told You Lately That I Love You, and He Stopped Loving Her Today.

Wow.  This is all kinda overwhelming.  I think I'll close this silly post and try to scrounge up some din-din for The D, sans slime.