this is no longer my blog

i seem to be linked to on a couple of websites involving knitting.
i once tried to learn how to knit at a church camp in colorado a couple of years ago. the woman, who was in her 70s, who was teaching the group to knit seemed to single me out as the ONE PERSON in her group who was the most knitting-deficient. i seemed to be somehow adding stitches or something to my poor attempt at knitting, because the width kept increasing as i went along.
but, for some reason, if any of those people involved in knitting who read my website would like to knit me a stocking cap, i wouldn't turn it down. it's cold outside and i need a new stocking cap to match my new pastor coat.
my grandma knitted me a hat once. it was baby blue and had ear flaps that tied under my chin. i wore it when i was a wee one. there is a great picture of me modeling it. but alas it is at my parents' house so i cannot share the picture with you all. i like that hat. my children will all wear it someday. that is if i ever have children. there are many, many, MANY things that must occur in my life before the on set of children.
that makes children sound like a disease... like how people talk about the "onset of diabetes" or something like that. children, while being very capable of SPREADING disease, are NOT in and of themselves a disease.
speaking of disease, i've been seeing the herpes medicine commercial on tv FAR TOO MUCH lately. and i don't want to have to see it because it doesn't apply to me. there are many, many, MANY things that must occur in my life before the onset of herpes.
and that makes herpes sound like a disease BECAUSE IT IS. AN ICKY DISEASE. AND ICKY INCURABLE DISEASE. AN ICKY INCURABLE McNASTY DISEASE.
anyway, it is time for me to go and get my fix for the evening of reality television. namely the real world/road rules battle of the sexes. i know, i know, there are much better ways that i could be spending my time, but then if i didn't watch these television shows i wouldn't be able to get all excited (AND write a blog entry about) when they put me in a booth next to two former real worlders at an old chicago now, would i? no, i wouldn't! and everyone knows how enjoyable that experience was, even if they only read about it. it was riveting. and anyone who tells me otherwise obviously didn't read it well enough.