April 16, 2008
The Men in My Life
Since some of you asked so nicely, and since the bride and groom were generous enough to let me use the photo, and since TMK seems oddly undisturbed by the fact that I’ve lost my heart to someone else, here he is, the officiant at the Maui wedding, otherwise known as The Man I’m Going to Marry. Hubba hubba, n'est-ce pas, girls? Er, and boys? Now, if I only knew his name, the stalking could commence.
The other Man in My Life is the mysterious Ken-Bob who has cropped up in the comments lately and who, during my deepest, darkest, most desperate hours, suggested that the answer to all my woes was the use of more ketchup. Whut the...?
Ken-Bob, otherwise known as SuperKenGuy, otherwise just known as Ken, is my bud, my peep, my pal, from waaaaaay back, the guy who, in a severely alternative universe, might probably-possibly-maybe have been my SO if it weren’t for the fact that (a) he’s very married and (b) I likes me the wimmins (c) I loves me some TMK and (d) there is no such thing as an alternative universe. Ken-Bob is the kind of man every woman wants for a friend: Straight (not that there’s anything wrong with that); sensitive; spiritual, but not too; family-oriented; funny; a good listener; and willing to talk about anything even…can it be?...girlie-man emotions. Now, if he only knew how to knit...
Ken is a regular reader but worries sometimes about commenting because he’s not a knitter and he’s a dood, but let’s give him a big knitterly welcome, shall, we knit-sisters and brothers? Here’s to ya’, Ken-Bob!
Not much to say on the knitting front. Still just jumping like a startled rabbit (or a startled panda) whenever one of the white spots comes along on Splock II so I’ll just end with Ryan’s Stupid Gym Thought of the Week (or Why Ryan Should Have Her Gym Membership Revoked).
Monday: Get on the treadmill and select the Random option, so it makes a random higgledy-piggledy ass-kicking hill for you to walk.
Tuesday: Get on the treadmill. Pick Random again. Wonder why Tuesday’s hill “pattern” looks different from Monday’s.
I repeat: Random.
Welcome and don't be afraid, Ken-Bob. You don't have to be knitter. We all need people to knit for. ;^)
Ryan, I'm thinking he's your straight boyfriend. Does that make sense or have I had too much Pamprin today? Don't answer that. ;^)
Posted by: Cookie on April 16, 2008 02:12 PMHi Ken-Bob! Don't worry, we only bite when asked.
Ryan, I've always thought of you as a brunette, but after the Random thing, I'm not entirely sure.
And for your dose of surreality for the day (in case you haven't had enough ketchup):
http://www.flickr.com/photos/rabid-fraggle/2414161287/in/pool-sockmadness2007
Welcome Ken-Bob.
Ryan you have great taste in men, despite being committed to TMK.
Jennifer
Posted by: Jennifer in Oak Park on April 16, 2008 03:40 PMKen-Bob is a fan of Garrison Keillor (I love the ketchup ads, too - natural mellowing agents!!).
Posted by: Tee on April 16, 2008 03:45 PMHi, Ken-Bob! Just don't ever ask us why we knit socks when we can buy six pairs for five bucks at Kmart. (But since you're a friend of Ryan's, I'll bet you knew that.) :)
Oh my, he is one good-looking officiant!
Posted by: jules on April 16, 2008 04:15 PMCrap. I was so hoping there WAS such a thing as an alternate universe. Mwahahaha.
Posted by: Norma on April 16, 2008 04:23 PMYou have to be one of the silliest females alive. I like this one - you must be feeling well. I will enjoy it until the pendulum swings in my direction! And will catch you when it bumps into you...........
Posted by: Melanie Z on April 16, 2008 04:51 PMHey, a well written blog is enjoyable writing regardless of the content. So I completely understand why Ken-Bob is lurking.
Hey Ken-Bob! Once in a while we find someone amongst the muggles who get what fun we knitters are. ;-)
Posted by: Laurie on April 16, 2008 07:19 PMWelcome, KenBob. We don't bite, ever, and we only stab people with our needles if they make that 6 pair for $5 crack.
Posted by: kmkat on April 16, 2008 07:49 PMOkay, Ryan, if my fantastic DH ever kicks the bucket and my plot to leave the midwest and marry the owner of the best deli in Monterey, CA falls through, I'll race you for the Hawaiian officiant. Hubba hubba, indeed. A girl could get lost in those deep dark chocolate eyes. Mmm, chocolate. *wanders into kitchen for a Dove bar*
Posted by: Barbara on April 16, 2008 08:46 PMhi ken-bob! are you the secret hubba hubba marrying man?
VBEG!
Posted by: minnie on April 16, 2008 09:22 PMOh my! ::fans self surreptitiously:: Isn't he tasty....
And there's nothing wrong with a well-developed fantasy life :)
Hey Ken-Bob! Nice ta meetcha :)
Posted by: Robbyn on April 17, 2008 06:18 AMHi Ken-Bob! Welcome to the wide wonderful world of sticks and string! And as for the yummy officiant, would it be considered a deadly sin to say he's a tall cool glass of yum? Since he's a man of the cloth and all? Ryan, you CAN sure pick some nice ones....can we hang out with you for awhile? That way we could find a nice guy, snorgle some Frankie, knit some.......bliss!
Have a great day and hugs to you and TMK!
Posted by: Nancy O. on April 17, 2008 08:06 AMThanks for all the nice comments. I *do* feel very welcomed by you all. You are such a fun (and funny) community - very supportive and loving.
And just for the record, I have a tiny bit of background in the the fiber world. I worked in a fabric store during college and when I was young my grandmother tried to teach us kids how to do some kind of macramé thing around wire hangers, and my daughter has some kind of knitting project that is morphing from a wash-cloth to a scarf to ??? because she only learned how to start knitting and not how to finish. ;-)
Anyway, thanks to everyone. I'll see you around as I lurk.
Posted by: ken-bob on April 17, 2008 09:39 AM"there is no such thing as an alternative universe"
la, la, la, la -- I can't hear you.
Posted by: Janice in Camas on April 17, 2008 10:34 AMNo alternate universe? Just wait 'til I tell Granny Weatherwax! Hi Ken! I doubt we'd have ever caught on that you didn't knit. Most of us just fake it! I mean, you should see my first pair of socks!
Posted by: Laura Sue on April 17, 2008 03:46 PMHi KenBob.
Ryan, I have met you, otherwise i would think my 16 year old had a nom de plume and a secret life. My other two (both blonder than she) actually call her a blonde.
TMK, do you just have to shake your head and laugh at times?
Posted by: PICAdrienne on April 17, 2008 04:10 PMNo worries, Ken-Bob. I can personally vouch for there being room here for a dood (if by "dood" one imagines a celibate, balding white guy who sports a maroon skirt every day) who knits not. Now that Dulaan has faded into wistful history, I fill the "smartass younger relative" niche, a counterpart to the sometimes overwhelming gooey accolades that spoil my cuzzin rotten in this section.
Oh, and Ryan? AROOOOBa!
Posted by: Cuzzin Tom on April 17, 2008 04:39 PMYeah, I might find myself a wee bit distracted if that guy was officiating my wedding!
Welcome, Ken. Everyone else already made the good jokes, so you'll just have to trust that I can be a smart alec too.
Posted by: Kristen on April 17, 2008 04:48 PMAll I can say is...THANK YOU.
No. Wait. As usual, I can say more. Good eye!
Posted by: (formerly) no-blog-rachel on April 17, 2008 08:07 PMIf it helps to know that a fellow klutz thinks of you while on the treadmill, yesterday I put my glasses in the little pocket on the side, and when I pulled out the tiny towel to mop the sweaty brow, they went flying. I paused the machine and looked around, couldn't see them, so I hopped off. CRUNCH. yes, I landed right on them.
Posted by: mary lou on April 18, 2008 06:15 AMI love your gym thoughts of the week. I'm just grateful I wasn't drinking anything or I might have choked!
I probably should be using the random option on the treadmill (or at least checking that there is one), but I'm training for a couple of half marathons and mostly working on speed and endurance.
Posted by: Seanna Lea on April 18, 2008 02:16 PMSeanna Lee: A little muscle confusion is a good thing--even on the treadmill! ;-)
Posted by: TMK on April 18, 2008 02:35 PMI have a *counterpart* Ken-Bob, or used to: a gay guy, my best friend, fabulous dancer...when I found myself preggers he offered to marry me, which would make both of us 'an honest person'. This was 1965, and neither of us was what you'd call "mainstream". I b'lieve I'll try to search him out on the innerwebs! Oh, and I'll add my welcome too, Ken-Bob. Gee, if *everyone* knitted, the rest of us couldn't get all the yarn we want!
Posted by: dale-harriet in WI on April 21, 2008 12:02 PM