Archive for the ‘BFF’ Category

Close Knit, or HoMD #17

Thursday, January 17th, 2008

When we lived in Austin I started a book club with my BFF. We met every other week, read some great (and some not-so-great books), drank beer, watched movies, even went camping. I loved spending time with other folks who shared my interests doing things centered around those interests.

Living in Fort Worth, I have yet to build a similar circle for a book club. I quit even trying to start another book club. But the yen for a similar social circle remained.

Tonight I attended the first “Stitch ‘n’ Bitch” with a new group of folks who love to knit, sew, crochet, etc. And these are folks I want to sit and chat with for a few hours while I work on my knitting.

I’ve gone to knitting circles at local yarn stores, but I never connected with any of the other knitters. I’m not your standard knitter, so it’s not easy to find people with similar interests to discuss while your hands are working. I don’t want to talk about projects or yarn. I want to talk about fun stuff.

So where did I find my new SnB group? At my local comic book shop!

I love my local comic book shop person. First, she’s a she. Secondly, she’s bubbly (in a good way) and interesting. We share a love of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all things Whedon. And I just found out that she knits, too. I knew I liked that girl.

Of course, as soon as I found out she knits, I threw out the idea of a “Stitch ‘n’ Bitch.” Happily she loved the idea and knows other folks who might be interested in a regular gathering. We scheduled our first group for tonight.

We met at Bubbles’ house and had four stitchers and two voyeurs. Our hostess served spinach artichoke dip. Adult beverages were served. I got to teach the comic book store manager (a boy!) how to knit. And we’ve already decided to meet again next week.

It was a solidly good time.

I’m Seeing Spots, or HoMD #8

Tuesday, January 8th, 2008

We visited Urban Outfitters when we visited my BFF over the holidays. While perusing the merchandise we purchased a new bedspread. It has large green polka dots with black snowflake-ish designs drawn over them.

I put it on the bed today, and it looks fabulous.

Cruisin’ for a Bruisin’

Sunday, January 6th, 2008

My BFF called me out on my rules for Christmas stockings.

In short, I don’t  have any. The Husband and I agreed years ago to put no limits on stocking filling. Hence we’re allowed to throw in the odd DVD or video game without the cost counting against our set spending limits. Of course the items have to fit in the stocking, but our stockings are fairly large, so no problem.

Now don’t misconstrue the non-rules. Not everything we stuff in the stockings breaks the bank. We simply enjoy a little leeway for a few pricey inclusions. Most stocking goodies are decidedly inexpensive — candy, little toys, key rings, etc —  but occasionally we will purchase too many stocking stuffers, and some of them sort of lie on or near the stockings but still count as stocking stuffers.

So, yes, we play fast and loose with the definition of stocking stuffers. I unabashedly admit I give stocking nearers.

But Miss smab_mouth should remember her stocking included stocking nearers this year, as did her husbands. Granted, these gifts were from The Husband and me, but she benefited from our laissez-faire policy.

Despite her screed against my not-so-ruley rules, this Christmas I adhered to traditional rules of stuffing except for one book, which I managed to shove into place at the top with at least one corner in the stocking. No stocking nearers for The Husband. Granted he received a lovely Blu-ray copy of Planet Earth, but it was in the stocking.

Happy, smab_mouth?

Now that I’ve addressed the BFF’s issues, I have one to address with her. My complaint concerns one of the labels she put on her post about my anarchic stockings.

The label in question is, “I’m not saying I’m just saying.”

She stole it.

She stole it from me.

After I stole it fair and square (sort of) from the public domain.

You see I listen to a political program called The Young Turks. [Check them out if you haven’t heard them. I think they’re brilliant. I love them so much that I’m a paying member of their site so I can hear every podcast.] The host of the show, Cenk, has a phrase I consciously picked up that I simply love and use all the time. The phrase is, “I’m not saying anything, I’m just saying.” It amuses me to no end, hence the fact that I’ve been using it for over two years.

So, smab_mouth, what do you have to say for yourself? Is your name smab_mouth, and do you steal?

[If you can’t tell, I’m angry that I didn’t create the category first. It’s called envy.]

My Resolution, or HoMD #1

Tuesday, January 1st, 2008

I signed up for the 365 Challenge over at the NaBloPoMo site. I cannot yet figure out how to put the badge on my website, but I’ll get it there eventually.

I dared to commit myself to such an ambitious project because of a resolution concocted by my BFF & me. We agreed to write down each day what we enjoyed most about that day. Since I’ll be referring to this concept all year, I’ve decided to use the acronym HoMD for “Highlight of My Day.”

And today we begin.

My favorite part of today was sitting on the couch, wrapped in blankets, with both of our cats in my lap. We watched some television this afternoon with me in this exact state. I say from experience that contented cats make for excellent company.