I am so uncoordinated that I can't knit. My grandmother tried to teach me once. She took the needles away after a half hour. She said it was best that we look into other hobbies for me. So now I shop and volunteer, which keeeps me plenty busy.

I must tell you that reading your posts has given me a lot of perspective about my possibly imminent separation from my husband. While I don't want this (it's his brilliant idea), I was brought up to laugh in the face of adversity, and you have definitely reminded me of that. Thank you so much for being so candid and funny and just you... Oh, and the knitting is great too! ;) Sorry about the bus fire though-- never a dull moment!

Isn't that why we all knit? ;) And yes, those damned helpful friends and coworkers with all their "wouldn't it be cheaper to just buy....???" That's when I do what my four year old does--I cover my ears and say "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!".

Knit on!

Hi Laurie,

I love your writing and look forward to all of your adventures.

I printed off your bus story & your cooking experience for my daughter, 32 and a non-cooker. She was going to take the pages back to her apartment, when her brother (29) said "hey, I haven't finished reading that yet." He was also upset that I had stopped printing in the middle of you of your posts, so had to print that one off today. You brighten my workday.

Thanks,

Colleen

As Will said to Val (on Will and Grace): "You funny lady!"

Thanks for the funny and honest writing!

Knitting rocks! I'm in the middle of my first sock and I keep stopping to admire it..it just looks so pretty! I hate the " but wouldn't it be cheaper to buy that" comment when I proudly show off one of my creations. Yes, it would be cheaper, but then I wouldn't feel that little burst of happiness every time I look at it.

Knitting skills are also a plus when you have an abnormally large head. I have yet to find a hat in a store that would fit me AND is attractive.

i'm stalking you now

People (i.e. coworkers) who don't knit can't understand why you knit. It is fundamentally impossible. (For the most part.)

And I am so overwhelming glad to hear that there is someone else out there who loves the garter stitch as much as I do. Sure, all of those laces and fancy colorwork pieces are beautiful, but they make you actually think. Knitting row upon row upon row of garter stitch is like being in a trance. It is a blissful thing!

I have a mystery thingamajig but it's not knitted.

i discovered your blog about a week ago and have been laughing myself sick reading some of your archives. Then i missed yesterday, so read the bus story today. OH. MY. LORD.

So hilarious! I thought bizarre stuff like that only happened to me!

not that i had a bus catch on fire, but when i was living overseas every email i sent to my friends involved some crazy story about something that happened while en route to some exciting destination. Usually the en route stories were better than what happened when i arrived at the destination!

i don't have any cats but i think that i am well on my way to being that crazy spinster lady (34, single, never married, recently dumped by yet another possibly great/possibly terrible guy... sob... ha). Thanks for the laughs and the knowledge that it's not JUST ME!!!

**note to self: get a digital camera and a blog. this looks like fun.

Heehee. You make me laugh out loud. I have been trying to explain my felted mittens to non-knitters all week. They can't understand why I would want to make giant mittens and then shrink them. Frankly, every time I look at them, I am greatly amused. That's enough of a reason.

Mr. X IS bad and SHOULD be punished. But you heard me wrong, his new girlfriend does not have a social disease, she IS a social disease. As is Mr. X. Now, between you, me and the four walls, she does fake it. But, all of the above I told you in strict confidence. You know, just so's you and me can have a big chuckle at their expense. Now don't get all maudlin on me and go spillin' the beans to the x-man. This here is between us so no don't go pickin' up the telephone.

It's good to know that other compulsive blog-readers do exsist. Your blog gave me such a laugh, and after a day like these past few have been I really needed it. You have such an amazing skill for turning the ordinary and not so ordinary into a reading pleasure. I look forward to future posts. Blog On! Errr... I mean Knit On!
:o)

Man I wish I could get God to post on my blog.

And I say its time to by a Voodoo doll and stick pins for Mr X. Might very well bless the man with hemorroids or some such uncomfortable afflication. Even better if oozing sores are involved.

No I cant spell. *argh, -headdesk- *

Okay here's another first - I rarely comment on any blog I read (and I just love 'em!), but I just gotta say I love yours! Your sense of humor in the face of all things cruddy entirely impresses me. Loved the thing with you telling off your fellow passengers on the bus yesterday.. absolutely brillant. I wish more people would say out loud the important stuff and quit bitching about it! Well done! (Keep knitting - they will NEVER understand, so its best to either teach them to knit or just ignore it!)

I don't knit in front of people at work any more, because I got tired of answering the "can't you get it cheaper at a store" question. They don't get it, they never will, and I'm done with explaining. I am content to knit in my private office with the door closed when I can. Is there a chance that Mr. X reads your blog? I think that what goes around really does come around, and one day he will experience the misery that he has given. You deserve someone better.

is there dog mystery thingamagigs?

I dunno? The Evil Mr. X, booze, and pointed objects...doesn't sound like a great mix to me. Now that you've been liberated from being Mr.X's servant it's time to live! F**k spinsterhood, you're FREE! Four cats, cool; four kids and your DQ (Desirability Quotient) takes a real hit. Also, take Mr. Bozo's number off speed dial! By dialing it you'll have more time to organize your rant. Stumbled in here from Craigslist, a place you might consider- "Purler seeks male model for "Cozy Cover." It could work…

but God did speak to me and Mr X is evil (yours and mine Mr X's to be precise). We on the other hand are completely well adjusted gals who are not at all prone to psychotic episodes!! ;-) You're just the best!

You are the funniest thing to come along to blogging since Dooce.

I am stalking you daily....even hit the refresh button when I open your blog, just to make sure that maybe my computer didn't miss something.

Oh, to be a whipper-upper. I wish.

"Kind of like my marriage. Whoops! Did I say that out loud?" = priceless.

"And then Helpful Coworker #2 piped up that, you know, wouldn't it be CHEAPER to just purchase the item at a pet store? And FASTER?" = i propose this response next time "sure. and i could also just give up knitting and instead spend my time being fucking rude to people like they are to me. that would also be extremely satisfying."

or you could KNIT a Voodoo doll :P

I knit some pretty complicated stuff, but let me tell you, stockinette is not boring, it's necessary. It's better than any SSRI on the market, though it won't replace a glass of wine!

Take heart you are not alone. Check out Norma's discussion here: http://nownormaknits2.typepad.com/now_norma_knits_2/

and pick up a button here: http://theknitlette.typepad.com/the_knitlette/ , while you're there, check out all the other fun stuff.

Dood, im totally tagging you for books::

1)Total number of books in your house:
2)The last book you bought was:
3)What was the last book you read before reading this?
4)Write down 5 (or 6) books you often read or that mean a lot to you.
5)Who are you going to pass the stick to (three people) and why?

yay.

I didn't know you worked here! Maybe we could start a lunchtime knit group and talk about the silly co-workers. If I hear one more time that I can buy socks at the store for 3 dollars, I'll scream.

I just stumbled across your site today, and I must say you crack me up. I needed a good laugh today, and I just wanted to thank you. And, a tip for southerners living in California... When asked this question: "Where you from?", my Oklahoma-native mother used to say, "Southern California." She usually exaggerated the accent for that one.