Ah, you are wise, non-athletic crazy-eyed girl...

Laurie, forget the book deal. You should have your own TV series.

Um... all of those are indeed Olympic sports. Not that I actually play any of them... I just watch a lot of tv.

Married people......they really have NO idea.

All I know is there'll be time enough for counting when the dealing's done.

Better to be the coward of the county that to be found in a mangled heap with a recurring sports injury that prevents you from picking up a wine glass!

I wonder if I was like that when I was married?

I do think I once encouraged my friend Rebecca to join Heal The Bay so she could meet a nice guy who was also interested in the environment. So she joined and it was all... other single women. Whoops.

But she did good things for the environment....

Yes, married people do think we are nice, side projects..and also have no clue how to date as an adult! At least they mean well.

I dated a recently widowed guy and he actually thought he was going to get laid. In this day and age? It takes more than a few weeks to discover if someone has borderline personality disorder. I'm a sociopath magnet.

They do mean well! And I meant well when I was married and gave advicey advice to my single girlfriends, too.

It actually makes me feel happy that someone thinks I am sane/well/over the divorce enough to be good dating material! And we had a hilarious conversation. I left out the part about kung fu dating. hehehehehe.

Thanks for the heads-up, Laurie. If I ever decide that I should give someone dating advice, I will remember your words and stop in my tracks. I truly have no clue. I was a child bride who happened to have extremely good luck. What do I know about dating? Even then I was clueless. Now I'm. . . what's worse than clueless?

Laurie Laurie Laurie! Fear not, you're doing just fine! My own treasured daughter (age 41, single and brilliant) represents the 21st century, where women can DECIDE whether or not to marry or have children, unlike my generation where "nice girls don't do that". PFAHWH. It's up to you, Dearling. Love you.

You forget - you're a Professional Wrestler! Didn't you experiment with all kinds of holds and contortions while medicating all the cats? Don't you keep your training up to date with poor Roy?

As I recall, dating requires a certain proficiency in wrestling too. I'm glad I'm married - much too old for pro wrastlin' anymore :)

Rachel, I don't think you should be stopped in your tracks!!!

I hope it didn't sound that way... everyone loves to give advice. Giving advice totally burns calories. I don't have kids but do you think that stops me from giving "great" parenting advice?? hee hee

Hey! I also had a near-fatal rollerskating incident!

Mine involved those "Do NOT Back Up: Severe Tire Damage" spikes. Needless to say, there was bleeding. There was also an emergency room involved...

Why don't you take up clogging? What other sport would allow you to use the word "pettipants" on a regular basis?

And on the comment of poker not being a sport. What about Roller Derby. Theres a sport I'm trying out just to be a broad...I mean come on!

Faith... OMG I had forgotten about that story of yours. Mine involved tearing some kind of connective tissue thingy in my back and having to get cortisone shots. Hot!

omg and i thought life was dull.......... boy there is hope isnt there. love your conversation with scott.
and on that note i fold :)

Ahh . . . old friends rock!

Hahahaha! Kenny Rodgers! I can't believe I knew the reference...that's hysterical. I agree with the above commentor, you should have your own SHOW, Laurie. You are THAT funny. You know how you always talk about talking too much? That's just not true! You talk just the right amount, and it's FUNNY. Just plain, ol' natural funny. Priceless.

Thanks for the link back to the Volleyball Post... I'm sure I read it on Nov. 28, 2005 - but it totally cracked me up again! :) And of course, now relating that post to the dating world, even funnier! hahaha... I could never date a real sporty guy - would remind me of high school terrors.

Yes! I love how married people, don't get being single anymore like its a switch in the back of the brain.

Of course, the only men I meet are pilots, (I'm a Flight Attendant, and a hopelessly single one at that) and they judge me on how much I follow football. I recently called my Dad and asked "How does one get to like and enjoy football?" he just laughed at me, he know me too well.

Ok.....pointing out the obvious here....KNITTING is a sport! You could get injured (ummm....yeah...I don't know that from personal experience though *cough cough*) It's not too far-fetched....there's a guy in my knitting group. He's not my type, but, hey, anything's possible...

My married friends (god bless them), think I have THE life. "oh, you are so lucky! I *loved* dating!" Ummmm...yeah....I was there....and no you didn't. Oh, but to have my life envied anyway :)

My advice would be...make drinking your sport of choice! I met my husband in a bar and we've been (mostly) contentedly married for 22 years. Neither one of us is into sports, so if I had listened to your well-meaning but misguided friend, I never would have met the man who supports my knitting habit and bought me a swift and winder for Xmas!

There are plenty of us who are clumsy and inefficient at sports. I was the kid that was never picked for sports, the team would rather be one player short than have me. How awful is that?

Ha! My sister says the same thing. Except she thinks I should take up *watching* a sport, so that I could go to a bar and have intelligent conversation with the other bar-patrons and thereby meet the man of my dreams. The only problem with this plan is that the thing I will have in common with aforementioned man of my dreams is a FAKE love of a sport. Not the way to build a healthy relationship, methinks. (Also, I rather doubt I will meet the man of my dreams in a BAR.)

I will admit however that I *have* considered taking up watching soccer just so that I might have a valid reason for going to Irish pubs and talking with cute young Brits and Irishmen with awesome accents.

Ha! My sister says the same thing. Except she thinks I should take up *watching* a sport, so that I could go to a bar and have intelligent conversation with the other bar-patrons and thereby meet the man of my dreams. The only problem with this plan is that the thing I will have in common with aforementioned man of my dreams is a FAKE love of a sport. Not the way to build a healthy relationship, methinks. (Also, I rather doubt I will meet the man of my dreams in a BAR.)

I will admit however that I *have* considered taking up watching soccer just so that I might have a valid reason for going to Irish pubs and talking with cute young Brits and Irishmen with awesome accents.

Poker is on ESPN, yup it's a sport! You sure did know how to bluff Steve. You should have made a bet with him and went 'all in'.

I have played soccer for 18 years, I even tried coed, not one date. I did make some good friends though.

thanks for the earworm-- you never count your money when you're sitting at the table there'll be time enough for counting when the dealings done.
yeah. thanks.

Oh man, stop it Laurie, I can't laugh this much at work. I'm the RECEPTIONIST and I need to look professional!

Knitting burns 16 calories an hour.Knitting can be competitive. My friend Mei won the Michael's Fastest Knitter contest(which coincidentally led to her being offered a job at Michael's!).
Knitting is a sport.

(PS--I too fell up a flight of stairs after a high school dance--I do believe my date had invited Jim Beam to join us for the post-party. My parents were not impressed)

I'm not exactly clutzy, but let's just say my fine motor skills are my better assets. ;) I think archery is the perfect sport--it involves being very very still.

You quoted "The Gambler" to win an argument. And it worked. I love you! :)

Is falling up stairs unusual? I've done it. Also, tell Scott that if potential injury is what makes something a sport, knitting totally counts. There are repetitive strain injuries, there are sharp sticks, there are people (like maybe me) who stick their spare needle into their back pocket when they get up to throw the laundry into the dryer and then sit on it when they come back to the knitting. Danger, Will Robinson!

Here's a sport for you--Formula One racing. It has it all! Hot European men. Exotic locations around the world. Ridiculously fast cars. And best of all---you can watch it all on your couch, wine in hand, knitting in your lap, and a cat by your side. It may not get you dates, but it can fire up a fantasy or two! :)

I failed juggling, but at least that's not in the Olympics, right?

Knitting AND Drinking!!! It could SO be a sport. Especially with the felines involved... can you imagine the comentary:

"Look, Jack, she's reaching for the extra pink Patons wool, and I do believe those are size 9 needles..."

"Yes, steve, they are. Notice also how she keeps the double pointed size 9s near by. She must be thinking a hat or socks. That's part of the game folks, part of the drama that is knitting....what is Laurie going to knit?"

"Wow, Jack - did you see that cast on? I haven't seen one like that since the 80s! Amazing!!"

"Don't look now, Steve, but I think BobTheCat has decided to step into the field of play. Lets see how Laurie handles it..."

"Well, Jack you know that Bob is often sent in as Soba's decoy - a "pass fake" if you will... Look, see how he goes for the yarn to distract Laurie?? But, THERE -see it? Soba's ears peaking up over the end table - and YES! She's got IT. A double pointed needle has been taken! And its one of the good kind made out of bamboo!!!"

"You know, Steve - that Soba is quite the player. I'm amazed that Laurie made it five whole rows of garter stitch before she made her move. Then again, Soba is the champion of "Rule the Knitter Domain."

"Don't forget, Jack - we'll have post game highlights tonight at ten, and an interview with both Laurie and Bob after these messages"

Suzi - who has too much time at work - but its her birthday, dammit so she's gonna play!!!!!

And I wish watching sports was the secret! But, alas, my love of football and hockey has not snagged me a man yet...

But I have learned in my 17 years of dating (oy!) that there is no formula...because, if there was one, I would have found it by now :)

If you really want to meet hot guys, you should get into organized crime. Who wouldn't want to date Al Pacino?

OK, maybe I'm dating myself here, so to speak. For me it has been 29 years, now there's a scary number for you, since I dated someone other than my husband. But maybe Al has a younger brother.

Hey, my husband and I met (kinda -- we've known each other forever, but we started hanging out again through. . .) during co-rec softball. Maybe a "sport" isn't something to take up as much as just something outside of the home. Take a cooking class, maybe......

I was going to say how I'm married, and give you some sage advice, but then I realized how trite I sounded, 'specially since my marriage is on the rocks now anyways. But it's good advice, and I need to take it myself, so I'm giving it to you anyways - DO WHATEVER MAKES YOU HAPPY AND SCREW ALL ELSE!!!!! And any of those smug marrieds who try to 'fix' your life, just remind yourself that they aren't so perfect either, behind the mask.

LOL! Suzi in NC! That was hilarious!

I love watching pro football on tv and going to the occasional game. Sports are more fun to watch in person but football is the only one I like to watch on tv. I'm not very coordinated so I've never been one to play much.

Laurie, you got me singing that song while reading your post!

Hilarious Laurie. Really funny. When you have a particularly funny day I call my husband and read it to him. This will be one of those days. I also am a sports klutz and can't even drive through the park with my sun roof open without risk of the frisbees coming through and knocking me out. Once a juggler in Las Vegas lost control of one of his balls....ok that sounds weird...and it hit me in the AUDIENCE. Keep up the writing girl, you are an inspiration.

I actually failed volleyball in college. I own that one credit of F, though, with great pride. It didn't kill my GPA. I failed and survived. A good life lesson.

Honestly, you could probably meet more men playing poker than volleyball. What man plays volleyball??

Hah! You think YOU'RE a klutz? I once sprained the PIP joint on my ring finger (required a split and anti-inflams for a month) by clapping my hands in an aerobics class.

Yes. I sprained my finger by clapping my hands. In my defense, it bounced off a ring I was wearing, but still...

And you are so right: don't fake a love of sports unless you want to spend the rest of your life with a sports nut. Dating in LA isn't weird: dating EVERYWHERE is weird. When you find the right person, it's worth it, but Lord! The process sucks eggs on toast.

It does take more than a few dates to find out where they fit on the psychiatric disorder spectrum. I speak from experience. Before I met my guy, it felt like I was dating the DSM-IV

OMG Suzi in NC - that was priceless!!

I had the visual of the whole thing while I was reading it. I was cheering for Laurie, she is the underdog afterall.

Laurie, don't let the smug married's get to you. I have a girlfriend who's been single longer than me, dates less than me and hates men more than anyone I know! Yet she is constantly telling me how to date and what to do. If it were up to her we'd all end up single!

Hilarious Laurie. Really funny. When you have a particularly funny day I call my husband and read it to him. This will be one of those days. I also am a sports klutz and can't even drive through the park with my sun roof open without risk of the frisbees coming through and knocking me out. Once a juggler in Las Vegas lost control of one of his balls....ok that sounds weird...and it hit me in the AUDIENCE. Keep up the writing girl, you are an inspiration.

Yikes. That's "splint" not "split."

There just isn't enough quoting from country songs these days, and I just think the world would be a better place if there was -- so keep up the good work!

I also am not the sportiest girl on the planet. The only sports I will watch by choice is the Olympics and the national spelling bee. I love watching the bee, it's so intense!

My mom and sister mock both the fact that I am bad at sports AND the non-crafty one in the family. Non-crafty in that I almost failed sewing class in 8th grade, and my mom had to go in and "threaten" the teacher.

And I'm sorry to say this, but I agree with your friend that poker is not a sport. Because then bridge is a sport, and then UNO, and then Trouble, and no way is Trouble a sport (although using that pop-o-matic dice thing is hard).

Laurie,

Because I want to meet a well-to-do man with interests similar to mine, here is what I do/have done to meet men:
1. Joined a wine club. Fabulous dinners and lots of wine. Man or no man, you can't go wrong.
2. Take horseback riding lessons. I figure a man who has enough money to own his own horse is a good prospect. Or maybe he has enough money left after the divorce settlement to use on lessons for his preteen daughter so he can ease his conscience for not spending enough time with the girl.

I admit neither of these things has worked yet but I enjoy these activities all the same.

Married friends: It is my opinion married friends are good to have. They pitty you and want to hook you up with every single (or soon to be single) guy they know. Again, this hasn't worked out for me yet but I am keeping hope alive. One down side to married friends, sometimes the husband gets this three-some thing in his head and he starts making inappropriate comments. Icky. Try to avoid these couples.

(Suzi in nc -- SNORT! --- love the color comentary.)

Even if you HATE football, Laurie, get thee to a pub and watch the Saints play the Bears this Sunday! You only get to see a miracle once in your life. While you are there, cast an eye about for the people who are floating on the ceiling. Those would be fellow displaced Louisianians. Go over and start a conversation.

Funny how guys see everything as sports-centric, no matter how good their intentions ... sports analogies for work situations ... take up a sport to meet a guy ... oh well.

For what it's worth, I find that baseball fans provide the most intelligent conversation and are least likely to either be ex-cons or to be married and lying about it (based on my own, long-ago dating experience).

Dez in Baton Rouge, who WILL be watching the saints this Sunday!

Have you considered Irish dance? It's a sport -- you can get hurt, especially if you have some Jameson's in you. Local Celtic Festivals, perhaps?

what about knitting? according to your friend, knitting is SOOO totally a sport. how many times have you sat on a needle? that hurts!

plus, if you've ever wrestled with silk thread on size 00 needles, you would know that it takes a whole lot of doing, and in fact, you may even break a sweat.

i would totally pick knitting as my sport. Either that or babysitting. both good sports.

Drinking is a sport. It lower's your standards too, so you can enjoy a bigger (and shallower) dating pool.

Since I am old and married and hated sports when I was single - well, except surfing and hoisting cocktails and it was the hoisting cocktails that landed me the man... I never give dating advice... OK, I try to refrain...

I hated my married friend's dating advice because it was about as relevant as weight watcher recipes from the sixties- cute in an antiquated and peculiar never gonna happen way... and its totally true that after a few years of marriage - being single takes on a certain joyous rose-tinted hue... that makes married dating advice completely earnest and wrong...

I just stuck to my 'sports' of drinking and gesticulating madly... funny, now I am sports gal with non-sports man... but honestly I would rather share a bottle of wine with him than train for a half marathon together...

Has anyone mentioned Boggle yet? Because I think that is my sport. I am SURE there are tournaments, and you could totally get an injury from it. (Well, *I* could, anyway. But I'm not particularly coordinated.)

Actually, the Kenny Rogers I know plays for my beloved Detroit Tigers. Sorry, couldn't resist.

Smug marrieds are awful - I very well remember the *joy* of being single. When it comes to my single friends' lovelives, I try to lend an ear and keep advice to myself (unless someone is truly messing with them) (and if they ask for it). The last time I tried to help out a friend, I, um, ended up marrying the guy I suggested she date. So yeah, I keep quiet now.

I hate the people who ask, "why aren't you married" in the same way the would ask, "why aren't you registered to vote." It's not something I just neglected to do because I was too lazy or apathetic to fill out the paperwork.

Ok, Debbie, I just coughed up Cheese Nips all over my desk.... :)

I sometimes want to look those same people up and down and say "Because *I* don't want to settle...."

OMG...this post cracked me up!! When I was a kid that was my favorite song.

plus...I LOVE how you turned his argument against him.

AND I thought I was the only one who falls upstairs (one day, i fell UP *THREE* flights of stairs in different buildings at my college)

Smug marrieds. Their intentions are good, right?

Just discovered your blog and really enjoy it!

Falling up the stairs? Such an amateur. Try falling out of bed and ending up at the hospital with staples in your head!! (see my blog from June 2006 for the embarrassing details!)

Arrgh!
During my long LONG tenure as what felt like "The last single woman in LA" (or at least in my group of friends) I noticed the same crap-- you know how they say that women naturally "forget" the pain of childbirth a few days afterwards? Well, I noticed the same amnesia among my married friends- added to which, ALL of them had met their partners while still in the single-strewn spawning grounds of college- which SO does not count as REALLY in-the-trenches-single. They. Have. No. Idea.
My method was to save TWO good buddies for sympathetic psycho-single rants, and the rest, I just found other things to talk about with them. It was a one-sided truce to save me from losing my cool and shrieking "NO I AM NOT BEING "TOO PICKY" BECAUSE I WANT EMPLOYMENT, COMMON INTERESTS AND PERSONAL HYGEINE TRAITS IN A MAN---AND STOP TRYING TO FIX ME UP WITH THE NEAREST LOSER AT YOUR OFFICE!!" When asked, about my dating life, I smiled and said, "Oh, I'm still holding auditions- I'll let you know when the call-backs get interesting." and changed the subject. If they mentioned someone the wanted me to meet- I said "Please, don't tel me any more- you'll jinx it. Just have a party, invite us both and don't tell either of us. If you're right, it'l happen. If not, no pressure and no embarrassment."
Then Talk about their work or their kids--tha never failed for me.
And that "Sports" crap? (snort) Okay, Sports bars are GREAT...if you want a guy who considers that a great way to spend every damn weekend. So unless you WANT a life spent planning tailgate parties- AVOID THEM!! (Comicon, girls- or Comic Book stores! Geek boys are the future!)

Hum... sorry ya'll, but who's Kenny Rodgers? (I'm not from the US)
Knitting should DEFINITELY be a SPORT!
For my part I started Yoga, absolutely no interest fot dating, but makes me feel better without sweating...ha! (I HATE sports)
Good Night (in France 22:59 pm...)

I don't know about poker. After all, think about the tired saloons and sawdust-covered floors, not to mention too many "one more" showdowns, and Aces over Queens. And after all winning's just a way of keeping score.

And don't forget about the threat of paper cuts from a fresh pack of cards. Show me a bowler who bleeds for his sport!

OUCH!! Liz R.! Yikes, I'm glad you healed alright. Of course, when you gave that warning before the picture I just HAD to look! hehe

about 6 years ago, i dislocated my kneecap making a muscle man pose at a coworker. i have solemnly resigned myself to video games as 'sport' since... despite the fact that my mom got tennis elbow from playing "Dr. Mario."also, i once dated a guy who swore that because he saw an A&E show on the Armageddon, that debit cards were the Mark of the Beast (banking being the Beast), and thus we were meant to be together. I completely sympathize with the DSM-IV dating, OtherLisa.

I also sympathize with the DSM-IV dating, though until you said it like that Other Lisa, I hadn't thought of it as actually humorous!! LOL

OMG Liz that's right, I remember you summer of head terror!! The staples... OUCHY.

LOL Great, now I'll have that song in my head all day... but I love Kenny, so thanks!

And now I'll be singing that song for the rest of the day. And I really thought it was "you never count your chickens, while you're sittin' at the table..." Yeah...I didn't really know the ins and outs (or chips) of poker as a child.

And now I will be singing that song for the rest of the day. At least it banished the Discount Drug Mart jingle from my head.

I could write a book called "Dating the DSM-IV." My ex- was diagnosed with depression and Avoidant Personality Disorder, and after my divorce I went out with a guy who must have been at least a sociopath and then ... ANOTHER Avoidant Personality Disorder!

And some of these guys can "fake normal" for months at a time! I am not a shrink, nor do I play one on TV, but I sure did run into people who were certifiable.

Personally, I found the "knowing when to run" part particularly helpful in my dating life.

My only dating advice is that, if you get so far as to go to his place, and when you get there, he has a large poster of Jim Morrison on the wall with candles and flowers below it ... that's a real good time to run.

Now I'll be singing 'Don't count your chickens/ while you're sitting at the table' all night hehe.

Bowling hasn't caught me anyone (they hate it when I beat them I think). And pool did, but the first semester we were apart, he found the nearest girl who looked just like me and got engaged to her. Jerk. Oh well, he's paying the price now that he's actually married to her!

I fall up stairs too, and I had knee surgery because of an injury that I got walking up stairs, and I dislocated my knee standing up once. Thank goodness I learned how to fall in karate and still had it burned into my brain when I started rollerblading!

Laurie, you made me spew my Pepsi! You really fell UP a flight of stairs? That's as bad as me---I trip over nothing and go sprawling across the floor, lol. My greatest exhibition was tripping over a 1" curb in front of Specs Liquor Warehouse, where I'd gone to do some Christmas shopping. I attribute my grace to aging, doncha know.
And do tell----what's king fu dating, hmmm???

Laurie, I laugh every time I read your blog. Today's post cracked me up. I also live in LA, am single (although quite a bit older than you), and have had "active dating" periods enough to know LA is a zoo, with all the keepers missing. And yes, all my married friends tried giving me advice, too(although most are now my divorced friends). I just told them, and still tell them I am as spectacularly good at picking spectacularly wrong men as they are, so no advice needed.

Christine - a zoo with all the keepers missing! I love it and it is so true!

Lurve the phrase "dating the DSM-IV".

Apparently I married a posterboy for the DSM-IV(Sounds like Other Lisa was married to another one!) and I didn't fully realize it until all of his conman crap hit the fan, 22 years later. Now: divorcing. Sure wish I had known when to run years ago...

Dating sounds like it's just not worth it. Single and alone is at least peaceful and saner!

I can fall up the stairs, too. I thought it was a special trait!

ROFLOL!!!!
I haven't even had time to read many of your posts yet ( I found your blog in a google search for spinster) and I can't stop laughing I LOVE the images and the tag lines soon I will stop laughing and read more. LOL!

Dating is miserable. Finding the right guy is WONDERFUL.

The problem is, after you've dated so many creeps, psychos, liars and mentally unbalanced men, when you do meet someone who is sweet, thoughtful and caring, you're half afraid he's a stalker and your first instinct is to RUN.

When Frank and I first started dating, he drove over to my house to leave a love note on the windshield of my car at midnight. So romantic, right? Except my downstairs neighbor thought he was a prowler and freaked out and told me the next morning about the scary guy she saw "lurking" around our building. I was a little worried at first, too....

I say take up some sport, get injured and meet a cute doctor or paramedic.

I was already laughing from the post and then I read Suzi in NC's comment. I think I'm about to cry, I'm laughing so hard. And I really needed the good laugh today. Because today has been a crappy day so far.

So just what IS Kung fu dating?

I had a talk with someone about a coworker of his who was a single guy who went to Scotland alone. I said, you know a single guy who wants to go to Scotland and you didn't try to introduce me? He said I should buy season tickets to the Angels as a way to meet guys.

Someone else said I should take up golf.

Actually, my favorite coworker not-fixup involves a guy who had just come out and had his first boyfriend. "Oh, John (not his real name) would be the perfect guy for you if he was straight; he plays the recorder and he quilts".

I forgot to mention an incident which illustrates my lack of sporting ability pretty well: playing volleyball and going for the ball at the same time as one of the guys and having a somewhat spectacular midair collision. Oof!

The chances of me falling UP stairs is higher than down stairs. In one evening I did both, in the same trip actually. Fell up the stairs, used the bathroom, came down and fell down the stairs. This amuses my boyfriend no end. He likes to say to his friends 'She falls UP the stairs! With frequency!!'

How about this for a sport: http://www.gopfl.com/
Check it out, pillow fighting league.

Tennis and biking are Olympic sports. Alas, racquetball is not :-)

I've fallen while going up the stairs, too. It might have been alcohol related, but I can't remember. I do remember almost peeing my pants laughing about it, though.

Laurie, you have to tell us about the kung fu dating. And from now on, I'm going to quote passages from "The Gambler" in all my arguments. I've been trying logic and it just hasn't worked out for me.

Can we count the Cold War Re-Enactment Society as a sport? Where we dress up in trenchcoats and Audrey Hepburn sunglasses and travel around Europe meeting alluring men?

I make it a policy not to give dating advice to my single friends because I know I have no idea what they are going through. The last time I went on a date Reagan was president.

At the same time I want no advice from childless people or those with only one child on how to raise my kids. They have no idea what they are talking about. See, it's like this all over.

Forget it. I've been playing in multiple volleyball leagues for 15 years, and I dated one guy from volleyball. Disaster.

Hell, you can get carpal tunnel syndrome just from blogging. Is that a sport?

I've dated people who were serious into sports, they did not have good sportman like conduct when it came to breaking up with them. I'm just sayin'...

BTW, whatever happen to all the squares we sent for the Grandma Purl blanket? Did you give it to her yet?

LOL! With you on the "DSM-IV" bit-after some real weird ones, I finally posted "mentally healthy and emotionally available only, please" on my personal add once. Just to try to weed out a few....

Well, there's always bowling. It's social - a bunch of gals can do it, you can drink while you bowl, and you don't have to be any good at it to show up at a bowling alley. They have balls and shoes you can rent so you don't need to invest a lot of money. And if that doesn't work, my daughter met her husband online in a chat room - for real...and he's not a scary wierdo, though he is a geek. We love him. He loves her. Baby is on the way. Now, go bowling and have a beer.

Um, all guys look at internet porn. You should probably just reconcile yourself to that fact.

Can I count reading your blog as a sport?... I laugh so hard, I know I'm burning calories.

Laurie.....one word regarding Olympic sports.....CURLING.

(hey I have a new blog CHEZ CLUTTER- you can find it at http://chezclutter.wordpress.com
believe it or not my HUSBAND deleted my old one because I told too much personal business--like we fought over the laundry not being done.... )

I was listening to NPR the other day, and they inserted a 10 minute sports break into their programming to discuss the burning issue: "Is poker a sport?"

They went on about how competitive it was and so on, and ended with the conclusion that poker IS a sport!

I thought you should know.

Remember the Knitting Olympics last year? The Yarn Harlot, I believe in her new book, talks about how knitting is a sport. Just tell your friend that, and then have him help find you a cute knitter guy and you'll be set!!

Thanks for the laugh. Not that I'm laughing at your life. I'm referring to the statement you made about dating guys in L.A., (just out of Pelican Bay or running a meth lab). It's sad but true.

When I was dating a guy (in LA) told me during our date that he'd once been in prison for dealing drugs, and said it like I would be impressed.

A few years ago, a group of people tried to get Bridge into the Olympics as a sport. If Bridge is a sport, then poker must be a sport, too. I'm sure there are more poker injuries than bridge injuries.