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did you find your way here from Cara’s? would you like to hear the story behind the ‘my love muscle can bench press 250’ wisecrack? Here goes ….. Cara was relating some ‘guy talk’ where one guy was inquiring about the girlfriend of his buddy. He wondered about the state of her ‘love muscle’ and how strong it was or wasn’t. I was a bit dumbfounded – what in the hell is a love muscle? How can I be 44 years old and not know about this? Well, Cara explained it all to me using a Keigel exercise example — and my reply was ‘oh that. I didn’t know that was called a love muscle. Here I always thought it was called a vagina. Well, my love muscle can bench press 250!’

now tell me, if that were a podcast would you subscribe?

it would sound something like this:

A: moss stitch. grumble, cursing, bitching

C: STR!!!! New Knitting Bag!!!!! tra la la tra la la tra la la fuckers

C: love muscle.

A: ?

A: 250.

hilarity.

feeling manic …..

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In the past ten minutes I have mentally composed at least three different blog posts. Here is a sample of some opening lines in the exact ordered they popped into my head:

  • Don’t let the idyllic picture fool you. I am in a craptacular mood. I am covered in paint and sweat and have only finished two of the chairs so far – four to go.
  • Blogging is theraputic, I was all set to post a big rant and realized it’s less of a bad mood and just exhaustion.
  • They are all making me crazy and I am going to kill someone.

so you can see that I am not fit for human consumption today. Ann is not potable.

~oink ~

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This guy is center stage above my stovetop. I found him in an antique shop in Cape May, NJ many moons ago. Any guesses what he is? I will put the answer in the “continue reading” section.

It’s rainy and slightly chilly here today – the perfect day for knitting! and also the perfect day for soup – I am going to give this recipe a try.

Are you wondering how D#2 did on that test yesterday? She thinks she did ‘okay’. A quick D#2 translation of ‘okay’ means she thinks she got a B. For me, a B in math would have been cause for celebration – parades, banners, you name it, bring on the confetti! She has a reprieve until next week when her last two exams are scheduled. Of course that’s what I think she has – which as proven yesterday is open to debate. First thing on D#2’s to-do list will be to check her exam schedule!

I suppose I should turn the computer off now. That freakin’ moss stitch isn’t going to knit itself!

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