on our knees!  We got sunburned on our knees!  and shoulders …..

you are all perverts!  Chelsea and I hardly know each other well enough to go to a nude beach together!  and that’s not to say we would go at all ….. I am not sure there’s enough lotion in the tube for that particular adventure!

So, where was I?

It’s Saturday and we started off the day with manicures and pedicures.  Very very nice — until the lady asked me if Chelsea were my daughter!  This was more annoying than the penguins —- I know I’m older than Chelsea, but her mother???!!   it’s okay, it’ll be alright – I’ve practically blotted it out of my memory bank anyway ……

Luckily I didn’t feel matriarchal and cranky for long, with newly polished fingers and piggies, we stopped by Granny’s.  Chelsea wanted to get some sock yarn for beach knitting and has fallen in love with Trekking XXL.  As a matter of fact, I am having Trekking XXL envy.  I will leave it to Chelsea to explain her method for dealing with her sock yarn, suffice to say it involved a trip across the street to the deli. And pointing and laughing.  Here is a picture of the three crazy ladies!

From there we headed to the beach.  I think Chelsea got some great shots of the bay from the car window.  And yes, Onslow ferried us around all weekend and Chelsea is in love with him.  Remember my good parking karma on Friday?  Well, it happened again and I got a spot right by the boardwalk that leads to the beach!

Long Island does indeed have a nude beach and it is not far from where we were – right FA in PA? (that woman needs a blog I tell you!).  I am sorry to disappoint you all, but Chelsea and I left our swimming togs on and went to the regular beach.  I thought I might be pressed into service to pee on her leg when Chelsea thought she got stung by a jellyfish – can you imagine the blog picture for that one?? – but it was a false alarm.  Which was a really good thing since I had just peed in the ocean …… (kidding … sort of…. c’mon people, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed how there is never a line for the bathroom at the beach??!! )

We stayed at the beach for the rest of the day. That is my Go With The Flow second sock in the picture — but don’t let it lull you into thinking I was a titan of industriousness.  I only knit about 12 rows and I was on the heel flap for crying out loud!

That evening, Kathleen came over to knit and oversee the baking of her birthday cake.  Chelsea gave Proud Mary a try – she is thinking of taking the spinning wheel plunge and wants to try out the different models.  Invite her over and let her play with your wheels ladies!

We stayed up way too late, gabbing, gossiping and watching the movie Camp.

The festivities on Sunday started the minute Nancy arrived — which was the exact minute Kathleen arrived.  I was busy being a good hostess and didn’t get too many pictures.  Nancy cemented her love of Poe.  Now that she is about to be a home owner (yay!!) she is thinking about getting a dog.  I was threatening to give her one of mine as a housewarming gift.

We had another great day, hanging out by the pool, knitting, gabbing and eating cake! it’s hard not to have a good time around these women … and cake! 

or at least the suburbs of the Big City.

On Friday, this is what Nancy had to say:

Then on Sunday I will be trekking out to Long Island to hang with those insane women out there and to show Chelsea a good time. I have it on good authority that there will be knitting, a pool, drinks, carrot cake and possible glasswear being shattered. Sounds like my kind of party…

And here is some photographic evidence that our Nancy is psychic ….

These pictures were taken on Sunday.  I will save Kathleen the trouble of pointing out that I was the one who broke the glass!  She kindly pitched in to clean it up and I seized the moment to take an incriminating picture. 

But before I get to Sunday – let’s go back to Friday ….

I took the train to meet Chelsea at Penn Station.  The weekend was off to a good start, when I found a prime parking spot at our local train station.  The good locomotive karma continued when our trains arrived within minutes of each other and we were able to hop on the very next train out to Long Island. 

It was a weekend of extremes — we went from hot yoga to Emperor Penguins and then to the beach and sunburns.  From healthy salads to carrot cake.  I had a great time — Chelsea is one cool, smart and interesting woman and everyone should have a chance to hang out with her!

Friday was spent with so much on the go fun that very little knitting got done.  Once we got back to my house and Chelsea was introduced to the menagerie, we had a bit of time for lunch and gabbing.  After that we were off to work up a good sweat – Chelsea is a great sport and volunteered to take a yoga class with me -which was especially great since my yoga challenge didn’t go off track. 

No sooner were we back home and eating dinner than we were off to the movies.  The Boar and Chelsea’s Sweet Baboo were glad to be off that particular hook.  We went to see The Emperor Penguins.  The movie was good, but the freaking penguins were getting on my last nerve – they make things so difficult for themselves!  I can’t understand why they haven’t evolved longer wings — an inch or two would make such a difference (nudge, nudge, wink, wink).  Opposable thumbs might be asking for too much, but longer wings for christsakes. 

Chelsea arrived bearing gifts

two adorable, quilted watermelon potholders

a fantastically large, coffee hogging Dumbo mug

and a darling black and white pig Beanie Baby (he is actually much cuter than this picture that I lifted from some site since I was too lazy and sunburned to get up and take one, and besides, he’s already happily living on my pillow)

~because there has been a drought of blog fodder around here lately, I will save the further adventures for tomorrow’s entry ….. hope you all can sleep tonight wondering where Chelsea and I got sunburned …..

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.