Mossy Cottage Knits

if it was snarky.. it went over my head.. and hey.. I still do ahve my LJ acct. I simply and locking it from non-lj users. that way you can get your daily fiber at my other blog. :)

*sigh* I guess I'll have to continue to debate the eyebrow waxing. I applaud your self debasement efforts however, Ryan. Sounds like you used the full artillery. ;-D

Count me in on any community knitting for Cuzzin Tom in Mongolia! Can't make Ferals tonight, so have fun without me.

Mary

Hey
No fair. You get all the snow and here it is midwinter and all we have had in central MN is a few little dustings. Northern MN has some serious inches but twin cities and down, never more than about an inch and a half at a time and it always melts before more comes.
No chance to sled or ski or snowball fight or make the annual "Kick arse snow fort"
Oh well
enjoy yer snow day.

Ya know, I used to think "the more snow, the better!" until I got a house and discovered that if you have tons of snow, the roof must be shovelled because the idiot who *built* said house in NH, where it SNOWS, decided to make the rear north-facing roof almost completely flat. And so my joy in large snowfalls has been much diminished. Not to mention that to get a snow day here you have to have either 3 ft. of snow or a hellacious ice storm.

See, Melanie? You provide the perfect example. *You* need to have "3 ft. of snow or a hellacious ice storm" to have a snow day while, here, the less-than-an-inch of snow we've had in Seattle proper is being referred to by the media as "The Deep Freeze." Really; I'm not making this up. (Your story reminds me of the one time we DID have 2' of snow at a time when all I had on my roof was roofing paper. Period. I made a panicked call to the guy who was doing my roof who RACED over and spent the next few hours shoveling off my roof. It could have been a complete disaster if he hadn't!)

Devin, I'm startled to hear we have more snow than you do, you being one of the Minnesot'ns. If it makes you feel any better, most of it's gone now.

Mary, miss you! Sorry to hear you can't make it tonight. We'll have to find some other way to make our paths cross soon.

Lisa, yep, the full artillery. Hmmmmm; you sound like a woman who knows what I'm talking about...

First of all, didn't your sister just HAVE these children? Man, time flies. She was an infant last I saw her. Anyway, second of all, the next time we launch a probe beyond our solar system, that photo could be put in a time capsule with the title "American Suburbia" printed in every language plus mathematical symbols, and I think the intelligent beings who find it will get it right away. And come abduct the child and the dog for further study (just kidding, C!)

OK, then, my first demented thought on seeing the Snow Bear was that it looked like he was registering the kind of surprise a Snow Bear might when catching a gut shot from an errant hunting rifle. A little Red #4 woulda completed the tableaux, don't you think?

Oh, here comes my mother's voice--"If you don't have something nice to say..." So here it is: Frankie's totally photogenic. They actually advertise here for cute animals to pose for calendars. Keeps your eyes open. Dog might earn her own kibbles some day.

Cuzzin, you have strongly tempted me to race out and squirt ketchup or food coloring on the bear. Only three problems: (1) The bear no longer looks gut shot because his belly button has been eaten by the dog; (2) I'm at work and the bear is 15 miles away at TMK's house so I can't just race out, ketchup in hand, on a whim; and (3) By this morning, the bear was no more than a sad, sma', amorphous lump of snow sporting two eye-raisins in weird places. Other than that, great idea.

Yes, the dog is very photogenic. Unfortunately, we can't claim it's genetic.

And, yes, your cousin howevermany times removed *is* that old now. Ten, I think.

Well gee, take a day off and ya miss a ton around here! ok, comments for the last entry (Yes, I know, bad form! bad form! but are ya gonna go back and read them to see if I show up? Thought not) Love the idea of the *snort* Dick-Along. And Miss Ryan, you do need to be in charge. Really. You actually have a blog, I don't, so *I* can't be in charge. For those of you who don't already have a copy, just head to your nearest half price bookstore. They are sure to have a copy. Oh, and Blog Mistress? If you host the ummm...yeah, this thing, I promise bribes of chocolate and assorted goodies in your mailbox. *wink wink nudge nudge*

The socks are, of course, adorable.

CT - will you accept crocheted items as well?
TMK - Think you can stand tainting your work area with some thing that wasn't knit? hehe

Your comment about Monty Python made me darn near choke with laughter. I kept hearing the Holy Hand Grenade speach in my head and I wanted to go find some coconuts and make horse sounds. Love that movie.

Hope everyone has a great day!

A shrubbery! giggle If you only knew how that movie has informed my life. Well, the Pythons in general. Let's just say I grew up in the middle of the Flying Circus. Kevin and I reference something Python daily.

Kudos to your sweet niece for her generous spirit. What a noble effort.

And then I have to gloat, cuz I get to knit with Janine on Friday at my very own house! Hurray!

Love the Frankie Photo, almost snorted tea over the keyboard regarding eating the belly lint! Taffy would not have eaten the eyes but Wagatha would have in a heartbeat, she's on a perpetual diet being a serious chow hound and will eat anything she can find, including lettuce. I agree with Cuzzin Tom, submit Frankie photos for modeling, she's incredibly cute.

AnnaMarie

As a Canadian, despite your explanation, I did have to giggle a little at the amount that fell. That said, snow is fun and I love your bear!

Speaking of snow, we have about 3.5 to 4 feet here in Northern Ontario. However, when it falls up here in Canada (contrary to popular belief) we can almost never make snowballs or snowmen because the snow falls under too cold temperatures - the water content is low so it's light and powdery, or dense and crystally, not sticky. My sister and I build snow cats in end-March early April when it starts to melt!

Ten. Whew. The daughter of my first cousin would be my second cousin, no? Not removed?

I concur that "shrubbery" always kicks in visions of John Cleese. But also, now, our current pResident.

Cuzzin Tom: Your first cousin's child is your first cousin, once removed. Your child (well, think virtual - and I'm sure this will engender much discussion!) and your cousin's child are second cousins to each other; first cousins once removed to their parent's cousins, respectively. This information is the residual of an education spent studying anthropology. It is the anthropological entry for Fr. Guido Sarducci's 5-minute university.

No, you're not alone in your shrubbery. But the line I make use of the most often is, "I'm not dead yet!"

I was alone in the shrubbery once. But then that damn restraining order...

I think the thing I get stuck in my head is the "we are no longer the knights who say ni!" "ni!" we are the knights who say icky icky poo-tang-gooo!" "ni!"

its that final NI! that gets me everytime.

you killed the bride's father. o. sorry.

Ryan, you so totally didn't need to remove that! I was just curious about the context. Good goddess, it's your blog. Snark away!

I think the Mongolian knitting would be fantastic. Of course, every time I think about it now I'll be imagining those chefs at that local Mongolian restaurant mixing up skeins on the tabletop instead of noodles and grilled items.

Snow? What snow? None where I live down south. I can't believe just how freaked out people in Seattle get at the mere thought of snow. It's utterly perplexing.

And I should really stop commenting in blogs before I've had coffee!

I'm chiming in late but I wanted to say Yea for the eyebrow waxing though it just reminded me that I need to get mine done. Really the pain isn't that bad and the results are amazing!

Kudos!

I can see I'm going to have to re-rent some movies to keep up here...

Well, what does it tell you when I reveal that my daughter, when she entered 7th grade, learned that her new science teacher had a python in the classroom named Monty, and she was the only one who started guffawing. All the rest of the kids were sitting there, "wha? huh?" She was the teacher's favorite from that point on. Good thing she had the "Miller Homeschooling," eh? Shrubbery, shrubbery! NI!

Oh! Remember the box of raisins in Rubyfruit Jungle?

Coming out of Lurkerdom to say, Devin, down here in southern Mn we do actually have a few inches. The lack of snow is bothersome, really. I am having to steal hay from the llamas/alpacas to cover my septic lines to prevent freezing.
And now that your first impression of me is, she has starving alpacas but free flowing septic lines, I'll end with,

"Run away, run away." (Which should make sense if I am not mixing up my movies, but won't if I am.)

Annie, "run away, run away" is right on the money and made me laugh, yet again. Yer a funny girl; you should stay out of lurkdom and comment more often!