and Kathleen (who is not the boss of me) says no more to recycled posts.  I have been waiting all day for some blogging inspiration ….. but I got nothing!

Vicki, Cara and I were having a conversation with this as its theme:  Things I Did Because He Had An Accent.  But my blog is read by my children and my Aunties ….. besides right now I’m sober and I’m not admitting to anything.

I could show you the basket I won at the spinning guild party last night, but that would involve me getting my ass out of this chair, getting the camera, taking the picture and downloading the picture.  So that’s out.  It’s a mid sized wicker basket with some kind of fleece.   When Chelsea is here this weekend, I promise to take a picture or two …. 

The most exciting thing to happen in the past few days is that Joy has promised to come over here and whip me into shape with my Lendrum.  It is the same old story — no spinning at Chez Swine. I am pathetic.  Well, Joy is going to change all that.  All I have to do is provide air conditioning.

Was this post as boring to read as it sounds?

how about a piece of pie?

A few weeks ago, my good friend Claire was telling me something.  Something very important, that she felt very strongly about. 

She came to a point in her story where she stumbled for a word — it was on the tip of her tongue.  It was making her crazy – no other word would do and she could not think of it.  I was wracking my brain trying to fill in her blank. 

She began simply saying what her word sounded like …… ab, ub, ob …..

She was thinking of obsequious but what she said was obese-quious.

Obesequious!!  she and I just about wet our pants laughing …. and then we began arguing over what the new word should mean.

Claire played her trump card – she invented it, she gets to define it.

obesequious – marked by or exhibiting a fawning attentiveness to fat people.  Obesequiousness is exhibited in the statement, "you have such a pretty face"  and possibly lurks within compliments doled out during yoga class when the lady next to you could knit with her f-ing feet behind her head, but the instructor tells you you have great position.

…… the blog suffers!  In anticipation of Chelsea’s visit, I am busy putting a bit of sparkle and shine on the place.  Even Mr. Onslow got a bath! Today was/is filled with mowing/mopping/car washing/carpet cleaning and yoga.  Tomorrow, grocery shopping and baking and yoga.

what does this mean? 

Reruns on Purlingswine ….. here is an entry from January 2004.  Back then I had three readers – now that your numbers are swelling to 12, I didn’t want any of you to miss it!

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things that make me go hmmm….

When the girls were little I bought them some fanciful bubble making wands. I thought they were a terrific idea – so simple, yet so clever.

When we got them home and had our soap solution all set up, I was astounded (and disappointed) that the bubbles produced were standard issue. The wands were in all sorts of shapes – stars, hearts etc. – but the bubbles were plain spheres. I honestly expected the bubbles to take the shape of the wand! I am still a bit surprised that they don’t! The Boar thought this was hysterical, and couldn’t believe the depths of my simplemindedness. He launched into the explanation for why this is — something I understood at the time of hearing, but cannot remember now.

Such are my impressions of knitting on dpns. I am making a pair of mittens (what an ordeal this has been — have had to rip out three times). Knitting on three needles would lead one to think that the fabric would come out in a triangular shape — but no! it’s circular! hmmm…..

This weekend,  I went with a friend to see Mad Hot Ballroom.  If you have the opportunity to see this movie, you should seize it — it had the whole audience cheering! 

Our town has a wonderful Cinema Arts Center.  Whenever I go there, I feel … smarter. 

With the cost of movies tickets (not to mention the popcorn!) these days, I won’t go to a movie unless I really want to see it.  I deeply, deeply resent the commercials that they run before the feature.  I am not referring to the trailers for upcoming movies – I mean those artfully done BMW/Pepsi/Coke/ mini films – which in the end are just commercials.  The reason that regular television is free is because of the commercials — they have some nerve running those commercials and charging what they do!  ergh.

Anyway, back to the Cinema Arts Center ….. I love it.  I have been going there for many years and have only ever not enjoyed one film. That was Atanarjuat – The Fast Runner.  I will say that even though a three hour movie about Inuits is not my cup of tea, it gave me something to think about and talk about with the group I went with — we still talk about it from time to time.

When Chelsea comes to visit this weekend, maybe we can see what’s playing ….  Speaking of that, Cara had some family obligations come up so she will not be joining us  ~sniff~ 

I have spoken with Chelsea and we may change our city plans to some staying on the island doing yoga, playing with spinning wheels, wiggling our toes in the sand and getting pampered with polish.  We will see what the weather has to say about that.  On Sunday I am hosting a bloggers’ get together poolside – I know that Nancy & Maribel and Kathleen will be coming …..  anyone else? Someone will be celebrating their birthday.  They have requested carrot cake.  I won’t say who since they may get embarassed, but there will be singing (and cake)!

ps.  how do we all feel if I add some coconut to the cream cheese frosting??