More about mememememe
First off, do they try to make this whole blogging thing difficult on purpose? Why can't they just say things like "Put your picture here!" and "Put your links here!" Versus something that looks like this: < { code }xhtml.> Who understands that? NOT ME.
And you do realize that this is the best picture ever taken of me. If I'm gonna put one on here it might as well be a good one, right? That's me on my best day ever.
So, I'm trying to put a picture in so you all can see I'm not thaaattt skinny. I mean, I'm totally setting myself up for failure here. I can hear you all out there in imaginary blog land saying "Well, humph. She can't be that skinny. And who exactly does she think she is? Skinny my ass." Did you know that you can HEAR over the internet? Well, there you go. It's true. You see, I sat here at my desk (yes, at work. Shush) and tried and tried to think of something that identifies me. And I look down at my fingers typing away and am amazed once again at how FREAKISHLY SKINNY they are. Toothpicks really. I won't even try to explain the toes.
So there you go. And I am not as skinny as I once was. I remember the day when I jumped on the scale in gym class to be amazed that I topped 100 pounds!!! The JOY! The PLEASURE!! Only to be reminded by those surrounding me in my glory dance that I was WEARING MY BACKPACK. FULL OF BOOKS. I will never forget the disappointment.
Now, onto the knitting news. I will have you know I have no feeling in my right ring finger. NONE. It's a little scary, but I'm thinking it'll come back some time. I was on a knitting streak this weekend. And given the choice between a numb finger and stopping knitting....well, I'll let you guess what I chose. I, at some point, had to ask myself - Would you rather live life with a numb finger, or stop knitting? And I decided I would rather live with the numb finger. I mean, think of the advantages! Slam your finger in the car door? No worries! Need something to clamp onto when you're in pain? No problem! Here's my yummy finger. You can even take it with you when you leave.
The other problem with my knitting? I seem to think my torso is only oohhhh....about 5 inches long. How else can I explain my need to put armholes around my belly button. Oh, the disappointment when I had knitted the entire front of a tank top only to realize I had created a halter top. I hear you out there, but you're SKINNY! HAHA. True, I am skinny. But I had a baby people. And a baby tummy + halter top = not good. Not good at all. Once I figure out how to get a picture on here I'll show you all. However I will not be posing in it. I'd be shut down for sure.
I did visit my parents this weekend and they have a FAB knitting store right down the street. It calls my name the minute I pull into their driveway. It starts WAILING if I don't make it down there precisely 2 hours after I've arrived. Of course we didn't want that. It'd wake up all the napping children between me and the yarn store. So off I went. Can I tell you why I love this yarn store? Yes, it's got all kinds of truly wonderful yarn. Yes, it's light & bright and friendly. But the real reason? She lets me bring my dog in. She lets him sniff all her yarn and get doggie luvs from people who come in. She even lets him come in after he got VERY excited when she was holding him and showing everyone how cute he was. And she couldn't figure out why everyone was trying to divert their eyes.
That, my friends, is why I LOVE that store.
And you do realize that this is the best picture ever taken of me. If I'm gonna put one on here it might as well be a good one, right? That's me on my best day ever.
So, I'm trying to put a picture in so you all can see I'm not thaaattt skinny. I mean, I'm totally setting myself up for failure here. I can hear you all out there in imaginary blog land saying "Well, humph. She can't be that skinny. And who exactly does she think she is? Skinny my ass." Did you know that you can HEAR over the internet? Well, there you go. It's true. You see, I sat here at my desk (yes, at work. Shush) and tried and tried to think of something that identifies me. And I look down at my fingers typing away and am amazed once again at how FREAKISHLY SKINNY they are. Toothpicks really. I won't even try to explain the toes.
So there you go. And I am not as skinny as I once was. I remember the day when I jumped on the scale in gym class to be amazed that I topped 100 pounds!!! The JOY! The PLEASURE!! Only to be reminded by those surrounding me in my glory dance that I was WEARING MY BACKPACK. FULL OF BOOKS. I will never forget the disappointment.
Now, onto the knitting news. I will have you know I have no feeling in my right ring finger. NONE. It's a little scary, but I'm thinking it'll come back some time. I was on a knitting streak this weekend. And given the choice between a numb finger and stopping knitting....well, I'll let you guess what I chose. I, at some point, had to ask myself - Would you rather live life with a numb finger, or stop knitting? And I decided I would rather live with the numb finger. I mean, think of the advantages! Slam your finger in the car door? No worries! Need something to clamp onto when you're in pain? No problem! Here's my yummy finger. You can even take it with you when you leave.
The other problem with my knitting? I seem to think my torso is only oohhhh....about 5 inches long. How else can I explain my need to put armholes around my belly button. Oh, the disappointment when I had knitted the entire front of a tank top only to realize I had created a halter top. I hear you out there, but you're SKINNY! HAHA. True, I am skinny. But I had a baby people. And a baby tummy + halter top = not good. Not good at all. Once I figure out how to get a picture on here I'll show you all. However I will not be posing in it. I'd be shut down for sure.
I did visit my parents this weekend and they have a FAB knitting store right down the street. It calls my name the minute I pull into their driveway. It starts WAILING if I don't make it down there precisely 2 hours after I've arrived. Of course we didn't want that. It'd wake up all the napping children between me and the yarn store. So off I went. Can I tell you why I love this yarn store? Yes, it's got all kinds of truly wonderful yarn. Yes, it's light & bright and friendly. But the real reason? She lets me bring my dog in. She lets him sniff all her yarn and get doggie luvs from people who come in. She even lets him come in after he got VERY excited when she was holding him and showing everyone how cute he was. And she couldn't figure out why everyone was trying to divert their eyes.
That, my friends, is why I LOVE that store.
posted by Sam @ 9:49 AM
1 Comments:
At 3:34 PM,
Stalker Angie said…
Yes! Personal information! A stalkers dream. :)
If you need any help with getting pictures on this thing, let me know. If you want to download the Hello program, I'll send you my Hello name and walk you through some steps. It's a bit of a pain in the arse, but it's fun to have pics that get bigger and such.
Oh and um, BTW, unless you still have all your baby fat, you're skinny, dear. Yes, THAT skinny. Are too. Don't make me post a pic of me to prove to you just how damn skinny you are. I'll do it.
Have a great day!
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