tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post8718711361631081509..comments2024-02-27T04:14:48.904-05:00Comments on Stitch Bitch: Too Many DaysAnna van Schurmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09545037218589039870noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-14168436003707551732008-11-16T18:44:00.000-05:002008-11-16T18:44:00.000-05:00Thanks for the tag, but I am sadly out of this Nab...Thanks for the tag, but I am sadly out of this Nablopomo - Friday was crazy and we went away for the weekend. Honestly, I'm relieved. I really need to stop doing these, but it always seems like such a good idea before it starts.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-65271552096769876642008-11-16T16:41:00.000-05:002008-11-16T16:41:00.000-05:00RE: #1 - I hate the use of "some" when they mean "...RE: #1 - I hate the use of "some" when they mean "more than", e.g., some million voters attended the event.<BR/><BR/>#4 - I used to teach water aerobics, where you say "left" and mean "right". Unfortunately, now I'm completely confused.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06452682935744860737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-750051394617424012008-11-14T19:12:00.000-05:002008-11-14T19:12:00.000-05:00I hate Hummers too as well as any huge SUV, especi...I hate Hummers too as well as any huge SUV, especially when they are used only for going to the grocery store, or picking up the kids at school. I also hate misspelling, but I can't say I hate people who spell incorrectly, because that would mean I hate my husband as well as half the people I work with.<BR/><BR/>Love your blog, which I just happened upon.Barbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17101990651665004627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-18522339589772199222008-11-14T18:17:00.000-05:002008-11-14T18:17:00.000-05:00"Methinks" revisit the Hawthorne quote. It's lov..."Methinks" revisit the Hawthorne quote. It's lovely.<BR/><BR/>ddAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-71933388512098291752008-11-14T11:33:00.000-05:002008-11-14T11:33:00.000-05:00Hmmmm. Methinks that despite your blog name, you a...Hmmmm. Methinks that despite your blog name, you are really a very sensitive, deeply mushy, very fragile delicate little flower that loves everything and everyone around her. Oh, and you hate people who use the word "methinks".Conihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04019863597169674976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-24635278319138690792008-11-14T11:07:00.000-05:002008-11-14T11:07:00.000-05:00You hate it when people cannot remember how to ask...You hate it when people cannot remember how to ask to borrow something (a South African down falling of note); "Can I loan your sharpener?" "Could you borrow me your paper clip?"<BR/><BR/>Well, it drives me crazy!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-55341673210653205772008-11-14T09:47:00.000-05:002008-11-14T09:47:00.000-05:00Your dream job involves living on an island where ...Your dream job involves living on an island where the masses can't bother you.Donnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16590452473318118140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-29740609600209950482008-11-14T09:12:00.000-05:002008-11-14T09:12:00.000-05:00You like fuzzy crazy colored socks all year round....You like fuzzy crazy colored socks all year round.Cathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12026282876821190499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-77693886967590714712008-11-13T22:54:00.000-05:002008-11-13T22:54:00.000-05:00My bedtime need when Im cold is one of those neck ...My bedtime need when Im cold is one of those neck warmers at my feet. 2 min in my microwave, shoved at the foot of MY side of the bed and I am a gonner in less than 5 min. I so understand the nightcap.imnvertedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17862448904139398553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-79555326596286228432008-11-13T22:53:00.000-05:002008-11-13T22:53:00.000-05:00I make up: When riding the bus, you can't sit on ...I make up: When riding the bus, you can't sit on a rear facing or side facing seat and stitch because you end up having to frog when you get home.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-24586803320362096022008-11-13T21:08:00.000-05:002008-11-13T21:08:00.000-05:00Aha! I know a real one. Goes along with #5 - sil...Aha! I know a real one. Goes along with #5 - silk sleeping bag/cootie shield.<BR/><BR/>ddAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-27408500454280755132008-11-13T14:23:00.000-05:002008-11-13T14:23:00.000-05:00Thanks, Diane. I fixed it!Thanks, Diane. I fixed it!Anna van Schurmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09545037218589039870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-24117353639810862412008-11-13T13:47:00.000-05:002008-11-13T13:47:00.000-05:00Your link that says Kendra currently links to Mary...Your link that says Kendra currently links to Mary's blog, not to Kendra's.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03503376620322190721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-5683621460837407382008-11-13T09:47:00.000-05:002008-11-13T09:47:00.000-05:00I had to LOL at your list because I desperately wa...I had to LOL at your list because I desperately want a Hummer and don't consider myself an asshat. <BR/><BR/>I"m good with left and right no matter where I"m sitting, but trying to define East, West, South or North makes my brain scramble. I love my Garmin!!Jacquehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03423256914990926846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-54971214688506440992008-11-13T04:35:00.000-05:002008-11-13T04:35:00.000-05:00I'll make up: in reality you are a dyslexic born a...I'll make up: in reality you are a dyslexic born again Christian!glamlawlibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18324934873858919054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-11086553277487499942008-11-13T04:31:00.000-05:002008-11-13T04:31:00.000-05:00I'll be sticking to my wintertime liquid nightcap,...I'll be sticking to my wintertime liquid nightcap, thanks. ;) <BR/><BR/>I know my right from my left, but my better half always finishes his directional sentence with "...right." No inflection. So is it a question, or a direction. Drives me to language that would make a sailor ashamed.mainely stitchinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915498269348257624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-56519716613651841852008-11-12T23:56:00.000-05:002008-11-12T23:56:00.000-05:00I have the exact same difficulty with directions. ...I have the exact same difficulty with directions. I have to stop and think which way is which. Makes my DH nuts.<BR/><BR/>I will make up the following fact:<BR/><BR/>You love to travel, but do not like hotel beds, so you travel with one of those silk sleeping bags that protects you from hotel sheets.Jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17432778814708875811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-63443502868782493272008-11-12T21:37:00.000-05:002008-11-12T21:37:00.000-05:00How ironic. I was reflecting today that I think H...How ironic. I was reflecting today that I think Hummer drivers are the a-holes of the universe.<BR/><BR/>I make up: you love pistachio ice cream, but don't like pistachios.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-192628349837753322008-11-12T21:02:00.000-05:002008-11-12T21:02:00.000-05:00Both my husband and I are directionally challenged...Both my husband and I are directionally challenged. (Why is left and right so much harder than up and down or forward and back?) So since he does most of the driving it is usually Your Way (Left) and My Way (Right). [I really, really had to think about which was left and which was right.] Which even works most of the time when we are walking together, but can present problems when I am Kathrynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17968531508224415029noreply@blogger.com