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WTF Wednesday

This picture was e-mailed to me and I just had to share it with all of you.   

WTF Wednesday

 

Have they changed their age requirement? (Samm's going to be the ripe old age of 23 in a couple months; guess she'd better hurry up and apply!)  

WTF Wednesday

For years my neighbor across the street� has had one of those offensive "Jocko" style lawn jockey's�in his yard. �I don't know what happened, but for the past couple of years it wasn't out in the yard.

It's back this year, but it seems to have undergone a makeover.

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WTF?!
He's been painted, but he's still pretty offensive.

WTF Wednesday

I haven't done a WTF Wednesday post in a while, but I just had to post this one!

Am I the only one who finds this disturbing?

Santa with a rifle -  WTF?!

THURSDAY EDITION

Where does the time go, and how is it that the work days seem to drag on FOREVER, but the evenings just fly by?  I fully intended to use the Sheep's WNBP (Wednesday Night Bullet Post) format for a post last night, but by the time I was ready to sit down, it was already 8:45!  WTF? How did that happen?  I hadn't knit a stitch or read a single blog yet, how could it be that late? 

But it was, and I had to choose between writing a WNBP, reading blogs, knitting on the Sockapalooza sock, knitting on the Simple Knitted Bodice, or doing some spinning I've been wanting to get to.  The spinning won out (the fact that I want to use the resulting yarn for Clover probably influenced my decision a teensy bit).  I had some of the same fiber I spun for her hat left over and am hoping I can spin enough to make a teeney tiny pair of baby mittens.  I'm spinning a whole lot finer now and will have to ply this. (I really don't have a clue how to do that, but I'll figure it out.)

Check out how thin this is compared to the first batch. It's also a LOT more consistent.  After spinning for about 1 1/2 hours, I took the remaining fiber and pre-drafted it so it'll be all ready for the next spinning session.  Here's what I have left.

Fuzzy Balls :-)

I did finally finish the cuff of my Sockapalooza pal's 2nd sock this morning.

The plan is to knit the heel and at least through the gusset decreases tonight and try to finish it tomorrow night.  I really don't know what is taking me so long to knit this pair of socks.  Well, that's not really true; I do know.  I seem to have a bit of ADD lately and can't stay focused on only one thing.  There are just so many things I want to knit, then there's Ravelry, and blog reading, and planning baby knits.  I need to focus! 

Speaking of blog reading, Bloglines has done something really screwy to me.  One minute it said I had something like 70 blogs to read, and the next minute it said 20!  I do not read that fast folks; it just willey nilley marked a bunch of my feeds as read.  I am not a happy camper!

WTF Wednesday

This is a story for a WTF Wednesday post if ever there was one!

Last night I stopped at the grocery store after working out at the gym. Samm wanted "something healthy" for dinner so I figured what's healthier than some nice fresh haddock? I went up to the fish counter and waited my turn. There was just one person in front of me getting some lobsters; the kid working behind the counter was having trouble getting the lobsters into the bag so it was taking a little while. I didn't mind; I was kind of enjoying watching him fight the lobsters (I'm weird like that). After a couple of minutes, another guy came out from the back room; grabbed a paper towel and began blowing his nose! Not just a little nose blowing either; he used that paper towel over and over. I was getting a little worried, being the next person in line. I watched him closely to make sure he washed his hands afterward. I guess you can figure out what's coming next, can't you? That's right, he just threw the nasty snot-ridden paper towel in the garbage, wiped his hand on his apron, and asked if he could help the next person in line. OMG! That was me. I started to panic a bit. I didn't want to be the next customer anymore; I wanted to turn around and run. For a brief second I started to feel a little relief when I saw that he was going to put on some gloves, but then I realized that his snot-ridden hands had been touching the outside of the gloves. G.R.O.S.S.!!!!! I quickly recovered and simply said, "Would you wash your hands first?". You should have seen the look on his face; you'd have thought I asked him to chop his hands off, not wash the snot off them. He sighed and turned around and washed them (with soap, I watched). The sink was right there all the time; shouldn't it have just been second nature for him to throw the rag in the trash and take one step to the sink to wash? I did thank him after he washed his hands and said that I just didn't want to catch a cold. He kept sighing and acting all put out while he got my fish for me.

It really makes me mad that he was making me feel bad for asking him to wash his hands.  WTF?!