Thursday, November 04, 2010

Poor Guy

I had to stop by King Soopers this evening to pick up some things. It was crazy there tonight. It was 9:00 pm and there were lines, even for the self-checkout. I really miss being able to do my food shopping in the middle of the night like I used to when I worked pizza.

There was this poor dude in the feminine hygiene aisle on his cell phone talking to his significant other. She had obviously sent him without being specific. He was reading all the various brand names and types to her and not having much luck narrowing down what she wanted. I really felt bad for him. It's hard enough as a woman finding what you need in that aisle, what with them changing the packaging and the design of that stuff constantly. It must be mind-boggling to a guy who doesn't have to use them. It's kind of like sending a girly-girl to the hardware store to buy screws. I'm glad that in our 18 years together, I've never had to send Marcus to buy anything like that. He says he will never buy any and I don't want to have to test him.

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

Happens All the Time

I'm glad I'm not the only one who can never find the end of a center-pull skein.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Kia Soul Commercial

I saw this video on Facebook last week and just had to blog it. I love this (especially the little tiny ipod the passenger hamster is holding).


Overheard the man say to his friends on team speak as they play their weekly Call of Duty game:

"Classic rifles puts me in the mood for teabagging."

Thursday, December 25, 2008

A Holiday Poem I Have to Share

Knitter's Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas and all around me
There was unfinished knitting not under the tree,
The stockings weren't hung by the chimney with care
'Cause the heels and the toes had not a stitch there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
But I had not finished the caps for their heads.
Dad was asleep---he was no help at all.
And the sweater for him was 6" too small.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I put down my needles to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash.
Tripped over my yarn and fell down in my stash.
The tangle of yarn that lay deep as the snow
Reminded me how far I still had to go.

When out on the lawn I heard such a noise,
I was sure it would wake up both Dad and the boys.
And although I was tired--my brain a bit thick,
I knew in a moment that it must be St Nick.

Yet what I heard left me very perplex-ed
For nothing I heard was what I expect-ed.
"Move Rowan! Move Patons! Move Koigu and Clover!
Move Shelridge! Move Starmore! Move Spinrite!
Move over!

Lopi, don't circle around, just stand there in line.
Pay attention you sheep and you'll work out just fine!
I know this is hard as it's just your first year
But I'd hate to go back to 8 tiny reindeer."

I peered over the sill. What I saw was amazing:
Eight wooly sheep on my lawn all a-grazing!
And then in a twinkle, I heard at the door
Santa's big boots stomping on the porch floor.

I rose from my knees and got back on my feet.
As I turned around, St Nick I did meet.
He was dressed all in wool from his heat to his toe
And his clothes were hand knit from above to below.

A bright Fair Isle sweater he wore on his back.
And his toys were all stuffed in an Aran knit sack.
His hat was a wonder of bobbles and lace
A beautiful frame for his rosey red face.

The scarf on his neck could have stretched for a mile,
And the socks peeking over his boots were Argyle.
On the back of his mitts was an intricate cable.
And suddenly on one I spotted a small label:

"S.C." in duplicate on the cuff.
So I asked, "Hey, Nick, did YOU knit all this stuff?"
He proudly replied, "Ho, ho, ho, yes I did.
I learned how to knit when I was just a kid."

He was chubby and plump, a well dressed old man,
And I laughed to myself, for I'd thought up a plan.
I flashed him a grin and jumped up in the air,
And the next thing he knew, he was tied to a chair.

He spoke not a word, but looked down in his lap
Where I had laid my needles and yarn for a cap.
He began then to knit, first one cap then 2--
For the first time I thought I might really get through.

He put heels in the stockings and toes in some socks,
While I sat back drinking a scotch on the rocks.
Quickly like magic his needles they flew,
Good Grief! He was finished by two!

He sprang for his sleigh when I let him go free,
And over his shoulder he looked back at me.
I heard him explain as he sailed past the moon,
"Next year, start your knitting sometime around JUNE!"

-Author Unknown

Sunday, April 13, 2008

The Last Knit

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Google Redesigned for Google

How to redesign Googe's user interface for Google.


Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Dick Doodles

My friend Nina sent me a link today to this video. Since it is adult content, I put it in the extended.

WARNING: Do not view this if you are easily offended. You have been warned. To the rest of you, enjoy!