Birthday Eve with Jack and @AmandaPalmer!

First off I have to say my husband is amazing. He didn’t have to get me tickets, but he did. He’s the best. Big ups to my mom and niece too…they came over to watch SproutCroft. WHO popped his first tooth yesterday, birthday eve!

I’ll admit I didn’t know what to expect heading down to Hudson for this show. Sure I’ve listened to a lot of Amanda Palmer over the years. But I knew nothing of Thor & Friends (opening act) nor of Amanda’s Dad, Jack. So we were going into the evening blind. We arrived in Hudson with an hour to spare before the show was to start and grabbed quick eats at Farmer and Sons. This was not at all cheap eats, but as the mister reminded me it was for my birthday. He got a burger and beer, I went with oysters and gin…like you do.

We finished around 7 when the show was to begin. But as if by happy accident it seemed we were wrong on the start time as people were just lining up. Once inside we were lucky enough to score seats (I’m too old to sit on the floor…ok honestly I probably can’t get off the floor now). The first thing I noticed was the age range of those in attendance…all over the map. The second thing? SO MANY ukuleles. Seriously all the ukuleles. And yes I had mine with me too.

"This is Islington..."
“This is Islington…”

If you recall Neil Gaiman (Amanda’s husband) had signed Islington three years ago when he came to Saratoga. At the time he told me that this wasn’t his area and I should really have Amanda sign it. Well, challenge accepted…which took three years to see happen. More on that later.

Now with the little at home that meant momma would need to pump at least twice while at the show.  Which I did. In the bathroom. I’m sure I could have done it in my seat and no one would have given a shit. But I couldn’t see what I was doing so I had to pump in the bathroom. Many thanks to all the woman who told me I was doing an amazing job or that I was a good momma. That really helped get me through missing some of the show and pumping. Funny story on the way to pump the first time I passed this dude who I SWORE looked like Ben Folds of Ben Folds Five fame. But I thought no freaking way.

So I missed the first few minutes of the show due to pumping. But I really enjoyed Thor & Friends! As Thor said what they do is magic. Apparently he’ll also be happy to host your kids at his house…so we’re thinking about it. I kid.They have their first album coming out in September. So check that out. At one point Amanda came out to play with them on, well I’m not sure what…but it was cool. Then Thor calls BEN FOLDS to come up and play! Yeah it was Ben FUCKING Folds I walked past.

Ben FUCKING Folds!
Ben FUCKING Folds!

But wait it gets better. My husband tells me at the break that he’s just chilling in the crowd. I say yeah I’m sure he is…then go to get some air. Well, who do I see hanging out but Ben Folds. So naturally I stop and fell all over myself like an asshole. However, he was super great about it and said I was sweet. He also shook my hand twice. I nearly died. Thinking back I totally should have apologized for the hack job my friends and I did singing Brick back in 2000. We though we sounded AMAZING…when we listened to the tape the next day…we sounded like Lawrence Welk on crack…so uh I’m sorry Ben Folds.

So after that I headed back to my seat to freak out about it on Twitter…because I’m super classy like that. Amanda came out with her actual special guest, Gracie Folds. Who sang a super beautiful song, that I now forget the name of. (Fun story, when I went to punp again she and I chatted in the ladies room WHILE I WAS PUMPING….yeah again not my finest moment, but she was super cool about it.) Now it was time for Amanda and her Dad to take the stage. But first Amanda sang “In My Mind” which I was not expecting and it was great! She and Thor and Friends then sang a song they just made up on the spot while on tour. Which was basically a beautiful poem with music. Even my husband wished he’d recorded it. Yes it was that good!

Then Amanda’s dad Jack joined her on stage. He’s awesome too. It’s obvious how much pride he has for his daughter and his grandson (who was in the audience for a moment). They sang a bunch of songs off their album “You Got Me Signing” most of which it turns out my husband had heard, as sung by the original artists. We were treated to: You Got me Singing, Wynken, Blynken, and Nod, 1952 Vincent Black Lightening, Pink Emerson Radio, Glacier, and I Love You So Much. That last one we all got to sing along on and it was epic.

This show was not at all what I expected, but it was everything I wanted in a show with Jack and Amanda Palmer. It felt super intimate and people were very chill about it too. Seriously no one was an asshole. After the show there was a signing and a lot of people left, so we got in line and waited. When it was our turn my hope was to not be a spaz as I was with Ben Folds. So there it was my turn to chat with Amanda and Jack. I gently took Islington out of the case and she said “This is like the fifth fucking uke of the night.” To which hubs replied “This one is a little different.” Then she saw Neil’s signature and smiled. So I told the story from three years ago and we laughed about it.

I asked for an across the table hug and got one! While hugging I told her her book helped me through some bad shit…especially the part where she talks about loosing her baby. Which lead to talking about my tattoo for my three and of course my rainbow baby. The whole time we were chatting we held hands and she patted the tattoo in question. It was brilliant and something I will never forget. I swear most artists love their fans. But Amanda seriously loves hers and it showed during the signing. She and Jack listened to everyone who stopped at the table and it was wonderful to have that experience.

Listen it's the only thing in the world at the moment signed by Amanda, Jack, and Neil.
Listen it’s the only thing in the world at the moment signed by Amanda, Jack, and Neil.

Oh right! She AND Jack signed my uke! All in all it was the best way to spend my birthday eve! Even better? Apparently my little guy wanted to see me on my birthday too as he STAYED UP until we got home…but a little boob and some cuddles and he was out for the count.

 

UPDATED to add that Amanda also sang Machete, a song she had written for her dear friend Anthony.

5 Fandom Friday: Five Times I Totally Fangirled #Fandom5

This is the first time I’ve participated, I *think*!  It’s something The Nerdy Girlie does every Friday and she invites others to participate. Fun right?  But also difficult to come up with for me.  I haven’t had the opportunity to meet many celebs or do cool fangirl things…but I’ll give it a go!

1. That time I met Neil Gaiman and he signed my ukulele!

Yep, the man himself signing my ukelele
Yep, the man himself signing my ukelele
Signed by the man himself!
Signed by the man himself!

We went to his talk and signing for The Ocean at the End of the Lane in 2013.  On a whim I brought my ukulele (why not right? I also brought the book to be signed too).  Everyone in our little group thought I was crazy for lugging it around.  Some attendees also poked fun at me.  But Mr. Gaiman found it very cool and happily signed it.

2. Meeting Lindsey Stirling at a meet and greet before her concert.

D., Lindsey and I.
D., Lindsey and I.

I was super star struck and only managed to eek out…. “OMG you are tiny! I could just put you in my pocket!”  Yup I am classy.  But she was super sweet and signed our stuff.

3. Meeting Minnie Mouse!

I was so nervous!
I was so nervous!

It may seem really silly, but I have LOVED Minnie Mouse for FOREVER.  There was a week (when I was five) that I demanded to be called Minnie and to dress like her.  My fangirling runs deep with Minnie.  Well, I finally got to meet one of the incarnations of Minnie when we went to Disney last year and I nearly took out the poor cast member in the costume – I was really excited ok.  Minnie blew me a kiss, we hugged it out, and then took this picture.  It makes me smile everyday.

4. Anytime Amanda Palmer has interacted with me on Twitter.

For my birthday!
For my birthday!
The RT that brought 700 hits to my blog!
The RT that brought 700 hits to my blog!

Amanda Palmer is one of my favorite musical people.  Somehow I manage to catch her online here and there…and it is glorious.  Thanks to another friend she once wished me a happy birfday and brought everyone to my blog.  I screenshot almost every interaction…I have a problem.  Don’t try to stop me.

5. Back when The New Kids on the Block were IT my cousin and I sat at a table they had eaten at 5 hours before.  Yeah I’m not proud of that one, but my 13 year old self is still bouncing around over it.

What’s made you fangirl over the years? Let me know!

@amandapalmer and #TheArtOfAsking {Review}

It isn’t any secret that I’m a fan of Amanda Palmer.  Take a look through past blog posts (go on I’ll wait) or my Twitter feed and you’ll see posts and two second tweet convos between myself and the musician, now author.  So naturally I was going to buy the book.  I opted to purchase it through Porter Square Books (where you too can purchase this gem) because they were an independent store and I knew they had it.  And yes I ordered a signed copy, because why not?  Also let’s be honest I had hoped to get one with a dick doodle in it (spoiler alert, I didn’t).

Alas...here be no dicks.
Alas…here be no dicks.

I dove into the book as soon as I received it last week.  I finished it four days later.  It was THAT good great.  I would have finished it sooner, but I had to do these annoying things like work, eat, and sleep.  I will be honest in telling you all that it was a little hard for me to get into at first because I wasn’t used to Amanda’s writing style.  But somewhere around 70 pages in I got it.  It was more like having a conversation with Amanda and that’s where I took off reading.  I laughed and cried while reading this book and I learned a lot about Amanda Palmer.  For me it’s as if Amanda Palmer played a song across my heart with this book…like she wrote it with me in mind.  It sounds stupid, but I’m seeing similar reviews from folks all over the internets.

One particular passage hit home for me.  I think it’s around page 213 or so.  I won’t tell you as it isn’t my story to tell.  But if you’ve been reading this blog long enough you’ll know what I’m talking about if you read the book, you probably already can figure it out already (READ THE BOOK).

This book is all about asking.  And asking really is an art of sorts.  Because as Amanda goes on it’s all about how you ask and yes also about who you ask.  I’ll tell you I have no problem asking someone I don’t know in a restroom for a tampon or to pass me some toilet paper if my stall is out.  But it is MUCH harder to ask for things of my husband of four years and even close friends.  Even if it’s something as silly as “Can we go out for dinner?”  I always ALWAYS anticipate the no, so I don’t ask.  A few years ago, before I was married, but when I was dating my husband, I had a job that didn’t pay me a lot.  Sure I could pay my rent and bills.  But it was tight when it came to buying groceries.  But did I ask anyone for help?  Nope I was too proud and ate a lot of ramen.  When my parents and now husband found out they were all pretty pissed.  “Why didn’t you ASK for help?”  I explained that I felt I should have been able to buy my own food and asking for that kind of help was a weakness to me.  Well, I was promptly told to stuff it and groceries were purchased.

I’ve done that a lot in my life, be it personal or professional.  Not asked for things I needed bog or small.  Mostly because I was afraid of the no or the judging that might come with such an ask.  But Amanda’s book taught me to ask the easy questions and the hard questions no matter what.  Don’t be quiet, don’t think you should be able to do it all on your own.  JUST ASK.  I’m so thankful that she was asked to write the book and that she wrote it.  This is actually a shit review, but it’s my way of saying thank you for the book.  And to say I see you too Amanda, and I love you. Thank you.

Progress! {#Welcome2014}

I posted that last post what an hour ago?  Well, guess what we’ve already done a few things along the lines of organizing the house!  Check it out.

I had to have my signed Amanda Palmer poster and Sherlock poster up in the new space.
I had to have my signed Amanda Palmer poster and Sherlock poster up in the new space.

The Hubbins also put up a shelf in the living room.

Plus we even managed to EMPTY a box!
Plus we even managed to EMPTY a box!

We also hung a few photos/posters in the master bedroom.  My knee is still in a bit of pain to go running up there for a photo.  But it certainly is a start!  Now we’re off to sit down and watch a movie!

On the “girls” and @amandapalmer

This post does contain a NSFW image you have been warned. Oh and I’ve had a hard cider or two…so this post may make no sense.

A few weeks ago I was giving the girls their monthly exam. And ladies I cannot stress this enough but….feel your boobies. It could just save your life. Seriously. I check the girls after every visit from my ahem “Aunt”. I’ve been a fanatical checker once I had something to check.

Right so I was doing the usual check when I found something. I didn’t freak out because freaking out gets you thinking you have the “C” word and next thing you know…. Well, you find yourself in the corning rocking in the fetal position, sucking on your thumb. Instead I cracked jokes and forgot to call my ob for a week. As you can see I was super worried here. But I finally got to the doctor and like I thought I was sent off for a mammogram.

That took place today. I will admit to being nervous. But it wasn’t because I thought they’d find something bad. No, I was nervous because I knew this was going to be uncomfortable. I for one am not at all well endowed in the “girls” department. So when the big squeeze happens boy do I feel it! As I thought the tech came back in telling me I was normal. I tell you I laughed right out loud there for a moment. She looked confused…I win!

So what do my “girls” have to do with Amanda Palmer? Well, we both have ’em for one. Duh! But that’s really about it. However, her “girls” well her “girl” recently made news in The Daily Mail. There was an “incident” where one of them broke free during a show.

Photo from http://amandapalmer.net/blog/20130825/) - go read it!
Photo from http://amandapalmer.net/blog/20130825/) – go read it!

Yup that there is a bit of boob and some nipple. Which caused quite the OMG heard around the world. I have to say really? It’s a little bit of boob and some nipple. What’s the big deal. I’m pretty sure Ms. Palmer was rocking out and bam! Escape happens people. That’s what boobs do! Plus forget all the times Amanda Palmer has intentionally showed her ladies to fans and non fans alike. To my knowledge no one freaked out then…so why the big freak out now? Probably because there was nothing better to write about that day….”sigh”.

I mean seriously today I accidentally flashed my girls to two people in the waiting room…those gowns DO NOT tie right EVER! When I noticed I apologized to the two women I flashed. Did they care? Nope. The response was happened to me too. Sure I only flashed two people compared to the loads that Ms. Palmer flashed. But to her fans it was no big deal. So why should it be to anyone else? Well, it shouldn’t. End sort of rant.

I will tell you that everything did turn out to be non cancerous. YAY! However, there are six fibroids in there that have got to go! Plus the cyst taking up half my left little lady. Yep I think it’s time you lot cleared out. I mean sure they’ve been with me since 2011 (at least), it’s been fun, but time to move a long now. Buh-bye!

Oh and speaking of Amanda Palmer, my super cool AFP Pen Friend sent me some sweet swag from the AFP London show for my birthday!!

T-shirt, iron-on patch, and pins!!!
T-shirt, iron-on patch, and pins!!!

Seriously… Best. Gift. Ever. How I will top this I do not know. But I will find a way!! I promise. That’s all I have for this rain soaked Monday. Perhaps I shall tell you stories of my Sunday spent at the race track tomorrow. Complete with embarrassing photos of me and the sister.

Rainy night posting

We knew it was supposed to rain here. But you’d think huge buckets of water were being dumped from the sky the way it sounds outside. So thankfully I’m all cozied up here in the house about to dive into one of the four books I’ve got going. Which I think I’m going to have to cut down to one. Oddly enough it feels like too much pressure and the only books that should make you feel like that is college required reading. So I’m cutting it down to one. Which one? I don’t know…MYSTERY!!

In other news an Amazon.com delivery turned up at my door…damn you PRIME and your fast shipping ways! I ordered a Ghost and Spirits Tarot Deck and a Moleskine “reporter style” notebook. It was not as large as I had hoped it would be…sigh.

But you might be thinking… “Wait a tick, go back to the tarot card bit, please” …fine. See last week I donated money to a Kickstarter project – The Amanda Palmer Tarot (by the way this project funded in 14hrs! And you can still get a deck) because I enjoy Amanda Palmer’s music and I also miss placed lost my first and only deck. Where? Somewhere between college and moving home. But it still may turn up. So why buy a new deck when I’m getting the AFP one? Simple that one won’t arrive until Feb. 2014! I wanted to get back into doing readings in the meantime.

Shiny!
Shiny!

This is a really pretty deck and I still recalled how to do a reading, just not what all the cards meant. So this will be fun! Don’t worry I’m not going to bust out a crystal ball, tapestries, and the like. Because I don’t have them. Think of the fun I could have with the kids at Halloween! Could be fun.

So I’m going to choose a book and banish the others back to the TBR pile AGAIN. Then a bit of tea and said book. I call that a pretty purrfect night. Enjoy the evening wherever you are.

40-love or how this isn’t really about tennis…yet is..

Yes, yes I was trying to be cute with my post title tonight. But when I looked up tennis scoring I was surprised to see there was no 35 score, just 15, 20, 30, 40, and 60. Who knew? Clearly not me.  Anywho, my birthday was yesterday and I turned the big 3-5. An age I was taking rather hard in the months, weeks, and days leading up to July 24th.

But why? Well, for starters I feel like there’s a lot I haven’t done yet. You know like had a baby or three, finished that musical I started, published that novel I finished, the little things… But then the day was here and suddenly none of that really seemed to matter. Why? Because life doesn’t end at 35. In fact I think I actually believe the opposite to be true for me….life STARTS at 35. I have some crazy feeling that this year is my year to get it together and take control.

So I’m starting with the little things like washing my make-up off every night no matter how tired I am. Yep I was that girl who just left everything on and went right to bed. Probably not a smart move. I’ve started getting religious about my vitamin taking too. Plus generally taking care of myself.

Which brings me in a way to the tennis. I went to the doctor Tuesday night as I’d been having some joint pain for a while now. Turns out I have tennis elbow in BOTH elbows! Which I find super amusing seeing as I’m not an athletic person at all. Far from it in fact. I mean if you see me running…call the police because someone is chasing me! But apparently you can get this by doing something a stupid as carrying your heavy grocery bags on your arms…GUILTY. Downside it sucks, upside Flexeril!

In actual sports related injury news I get a call from my mother last night to call her back as it was very important. The way she’s talking it sounded like someone died…nice Mom. Turns out my little sister took a soft ball to the cheek during her softball game. But she shrugged it off b/c she’s that much of a badass. It was the line-drive to the eye a few innings later that sent her to the ER via ambulance! She’s ok, I mean her eye looks like she went 20 rounds with the champ…but she’ll have surgery to fix the orbital fracture and be good as new in a few weeks.

I of course told my sister had she come out with us for my birthday none of this would ever have happened. To which she laughed and agreed. But at least she’ll be ok. In fact she didn’t want my mother to tell me because it was my birthday and I was out having a good time. Which was super sweet of her, but I would have been super pissed if no one told me until today.

Oh! I’ve also been celebrating my birthday all week! Take a look!

Monday!
Monday!
Tuesday!
Tuesday!
BIRTHDAY! (aka Wednesday)
BIRTHDAY! (aka Wednesday)
Thursday
Thursday

My birthday is turning into an all week thing. Some people I know take the whole month. So I think I’m being pretty good people. So on my actual birthday this happened on Twitter and I nearly died when it did…

OMG OMG!!
OMG OMG!!

Yeah, um I asked for a potential birthday shout out, pretty please with glitter on top and you can see my friend Hazy also asked Ms. AFP for a shout out….and well she delivered!! That’s right Amanda Palmer wished me a Happy Birthday (ok BIRFDAY)!! I’m still smiling. Wednesday evening the Hubbins and some friends and I went out for eats and frozen yogurt AND I got presents!!

My friends ROCK!
My friends ROCK!

Booze, monies, fancy soaps, and gift cards…hello awesome! The Hubbins got me some jewelry, and a lot of Vera Bradley stuff. He had wanted to surprise me with something, but didn’t because I picked out all this Vera stuff…well had he said he was going to surprise me I clearly wouldn’t have….of well there’s always next year right?

I have to tell you I thought 35 was going to suck, but so far…two days in I find it to be pretty dang awesome! Even if, according to the Hubbins, I am halfway to 70 (thanks for that reminder). But it was a good reminder. It means life isn’t over and I still have plenty of sets left to play!