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January 19, 2006

Tidbit Thursday


The small, fluffy pink scarf I started out of boredom has ensnared me with it's frilly charm. I love it. Love it want-to-marry-it kind of love. I used two balls of Lana Grossa Pep acrylic eyelashy-stuff in this wacky pepto-pink and white color. I held two strands of yarn together, cast of 16 stitches using size 15 needles and it is a fast knit that I peck on a little each day. It's so soft and fuzzy and this baby is going to Paris with moi. (See how I just used French in a sentence?) (I am probably bilingual.)


People are strange.
Why is it so much easier to believe the one bad thing someone says to you and discount the 27 nice things? Is this human nature? Are we all just works in progress, some of us able to take criticism and flat-out meanness better than others? I'd like to become one of those women who is confident and tough enough to let mean things just roll off my back. But I'll tell ya'll a secret. I doubt I'll ever be able to change this part of me that's so sensitive to meanness. I get teary-eyed at Kodak commercials for chrissakes.


Well, shit, I thought it was funny.

This joke is brought to you by my grandma, who had someone print it out for her and she saved it for me. Thanks, nana!

A highway patrolman pulled alongside a speeding car on the freeway. Glancing at the car, he was astounded to see that the blonde behind the wheel was knitting! Realizing that she was oblivious to his flashing lights and siren, the trooper rolled down his window, turned on his bullhorn and yelled, "PULL OVER!"

"NO!" the blonde yelled back, "IT'S A SCARF!"


The Six Week Plan
Well, it was the six-week plan, anyway. But it got somewhat derailed by my mom being here and funeral men and the big birthday party for Shannon. Anyway, I'm re-starting the Six-Week Plan, which is my little experiment on my bodily self to see if I can have a better outlook on life and get more energy just by changing a few variables in my day-to-day.

It's pretty simple, really. I'm just taking my vitamins each day and drinking water instead of coke, green tea instead of coffee, and no alcohol. Yes ya'll heard that part right. I used to detoxify before every trip me and Mr. Ex took, it's just a little thing I do. But this time I'm really trying to make a difference in my outlook on things. I'm trying to get exercise each day, go to bed at a decent hour, and eat lots of organic food. I can be crazy with the health food stuff, no lie. (That's probably why I also lie in bed at night dreaming of gravy. *sob*) I'm reading Healthy Aging (and ya'll know I already have 8 Weeks To Optimum Health because maybe I kind of love Dr. Weil. Maybe.) So, we'll see if six weeks of being the lovechild of Dr. Weil can make me happy and wholesome, like a walking slice of whole-wheat bread. Then I can go to France and eat all the cheese. And drink all the wine. All of it. Por moi. (There I go speaking French again! See how it just pops out real quick like?)

Franklin Cluesoe
I have resorted to ambushing her while she is sleeping. Call it payback for the 4:30 a.m. wakeup calls in which she stands on me and meows, loudly, like the world will stop spinning on its axis if she doesn't get love an attention this very minute oh my god I may die of unlove. Le chat es crazee. More French! With a bad accent! And some Spanish mixed in. It's Thursday. Oh-vwar, ya'll.


Posted by laurie at January 19, 2006 10:58 AM