Stolen from the lovely KmKat, who is also having TypePad issues. Shocking, I know.
- Sleepy :: time
- Thanksgiving :: Day
- Fifteen :: will get ya 20
- Authority :: Calls
- Bangs :: spikes
- Curled :: (eye)lashes
- Young man :: pretty boy
- Surprised :: shocked
- Mistake :: life
- Handle it :: NOW!
Yes, I know.
I was supposed to post something yesterday. I did wander in yesterday afternoon with a vague idea of what I could yammer about. However, I was cut short by an email or a kick to the chest as I think of it.
Anyway, I skipped yesterday and I don't think anyone cared either way. That's how it should be. While semi-important to me, this little knitting blog thingy is by no means important and that's how it should be*.
And, yes, I'm fine. Shed a few tears, felt sorry for myself for all of six minutes, and moved on. Grateful that I am where I am and not trapped in a life that is really a lie.
* At some point, we will be talking about people who feel their blogs are IMPORTANT! and how they are always people we have never heard of**.
** Or did we just do that? HA!
I just called my mother. She was at the Michael's craft store.
Clearly, we have just discovered where my crazy comes from.
Also where I got my cheap date gene from.
I have taken a shower, put on clean jammies and am now ready to go spend some quality time with a charity hat and the sexy crabmen of Alaska.
I hope Mark Harmon won't be jealous.
Happy Friday, everyone!
*big hugs* Sounds like a rotten weekend so far. I still have my hunting stuff available....any suggestions?
Clean jammies, knitting, and sexy crabmen sound great. I hope the weekend and everything else improves from now on.
Posted by: Angie | Friday, November 28, 2008 at 11:47 AM
I won't tell Mark if you don't.
Do you want me to kick the shit out of someone for you?
xo
Posted by: Cheryl S. | Friday, November 28, 2008 at 12:25 PM
I cared but I knew that you had your reasons. My mother went to the grocery store (for the eleventh time since Tuesday) and came home without her side view mirror. Are you sure we don't share the same mother??
Posted by: joan | Friday, November 28, 2008 at 12:43 PM
I cared, but I thought you had your reasons. You should let Angie sniper rifle the person and I have some land to hide the body. Just sayin'
Have fun with the Crab men and your knitting. Staying in bed and jammies is the perfect idea.
Posted by: Stacey | Friday, November 28, 2008 at 01:00 PM
I'm sorry to hear that you cried. I don't think my blog is IMPORTANT either. But I do get a kick out of writing it.
Posted by: Carole | Friday, November 28, 2008 at 01:54 PM
I cared, but you know who's stalking you when and knew that I was checking up. I am cracking up at the fact that 75% of the commenters so far are offering to assault someone for you. (Well, I'm throwing my hat in, so 80%. Nobody'd convict a pregnant chick, so lemme know soon so I can use the temporarily hormonal defense.)
Posted by: Carrie | Friday, November 28, 2008 at 02:02 PM
Aw, Carole posted before I did and threw off my math. Drat.
Posted by: Carrie | Friday, November 28, 2008 at 02:03 PM
I cared, but knew you were probably kickin' someone's ass. Couldn't know it would be your own. Tears help I happen to know. At any rate, I won't hurt anyone, but I can bring some ice cream...
Posted by: Gretch | Friday, November 28, 2008 at 03:14 PM
Whose ass do I need to kick?
Big hugs.
Posted by: Frances | Friday, November 28, 2008 at 05:42 PM
I was too self having holiday blues to notice but I'll help kick the butt of whoever made you cry.
Mark Harmon has nothing to fear from the sexy crabmen.
Posted by: Carrie K | Friday, November 28, 2008 at 06:45 PM
Cookie, don't you know I've always loved you?
Call me!
Posted by: Mark Harmon | Friday, November 28, 2008 at 07:12 PM
Wait a minute...where am I? Is this Cookie's blog. Oh yeah, I just had to read to see it was you.
Posted by: Margene | Friday, November 28, 2008 at 08:02 PM
Wait. You didn't post yesterday? It was because you were too busy commenting on my blog, right?
If you need me to beat up somebody with my crutches or run 'em over with my wheelchair, just let me know. I am at your service.
Posted by: kmkat | Friday, November 28, 2008 at 09:47 PM
*lets Daisy give you the 'cheer up dammit' look*
Feel better yet? *hug*
Posted by: Kit | Friday, November 28, 2008 at 09:52 PM
I guess I am another in you pile of nobody, as I cared. I just figured something got in the way. I hope the jammies, hat, and crabmen helped your day.
Posted by: Sarah | Friday, November 28, 2008 at 10:02 PM
Aw, Honey, I'm in the big ol' line of people who not only care, but who are also offering to inflict bodily harm on whoever hurt you.
I think kmkat wins the award for funniest visual, although if we combined her and Carrie, you'd have a hell of a team working for you. The cops would have no idea what to do with the two of them.
xo
Posted by: Nora | Saturday, November 29, 2008 at 03:46 AM
I'm sorry about the kick in the chest. Give me a name and address and I'll kick 'em back.
Posted by: CindyCindy | Saturday, November 29, 2008 at 05:26 AM
Nobody kicks my Cookie! I sorry. {{{hugs}}}
P.S. No one is better at talking in code than you.
Posted by: April | Saturday, November 29, 2008 at 06:44 PM
Who can resist the sexy crabmen? I sure can't. I'm sure Mark understands. Then again he might go all Ted Bundy on you. Because you know, that's who he is doncherknow. No. I obviously cannot give up on that thought. :-P
Posted by: Opal | Monday, December 01, 2008 at 11:56 AM
Mark Harmon posted a comment! Your blog is SUPER important. Just like mine!!!!!!xxx
Posted by: PoMo Golightly | Monday, December 01, 2008 at 02:40 PM