. . . But You Totally Rock

I know two posts in a day might seem excessive. I may have nothing left tomorrow morning during my usual writing time, but I'm taking that chance.

I don't have the most popular blog in knitting-land, but I definitely have the best readers/comments. I've noticed a lot of finger shaking and lunch-room-lady tendencies in blogland lately but I don't see it on my blog. You know the lunch-room-ladies. They were the women who monitored your lunch hour in elementary school. They weren't the boss of anything anywhere in any other aspect of their lives, but boy get them to keep order over a couple hundred kids and they could have been guards in a prison camp. Power mad and bossy. And then they went home to husbands who wouldn't let them cut their hair short. You know the type. There is one on every committee you've ever been on. They raise their hands in continuing ed classes just so the instructor knows how much they know. They love to correct other people's grammar. They seem to be leaving a lot of comments on blogs lately.

Maybe it's that I rarely talk about anything controversial. I've got plenty of opinions on controversial subjects, but I don't think this is the place for them. I'd rather fight with my dad about them over a nice dinner. Maybe I just don't attract that particular blog reader. Thank God! These are the people leaving comments how your cat is going to die because they ate a plant. These are the people saying, "well I'm sure you've checked the copyright laws on that". These are the people talking about how bats in your house are going to give your babies rabies. These are the people tellling you that ponchos are from Argentina and since I'm from Argentina, I can tell you definitively, that's not a poncho (okay that was a comment on my blog but it was just the one). You all are like a great family that never comes to stay or expects great birthday gifts.

This is a good thing since I told my real family today that the idea of renting a house with all of them and their various small children, to take a vacation, made me want to tear out my hair. I think the phrase, "how 'bout instead of that, you just run me over with my own car?" was used. I may be out of the big loud Irish family I belong to. We'll see.

My readers/commenters are great. You tell me, sure thing, you can do it/meet the deadline/make 4 fair isle hats without going nuts/break your yarn diet for a good cause. You guys tell me I'm not all that crazy, just a little nuts compared to them (thanks Laurie, you always make me feel better about my current levels of crazy). You give me great suggestions on my projects. You make me feel as though yes, I'm an accident waiting to happen, but a minor accident not an insurance claim accident.

Chris, Trek, Sydney, Beth, Becca, Annie, Anne, Laurie, Laura, Tygher, Wendy, Renee, Guinifer, Amy, Kelly and all the rest, you guys really rock. Thanks for not being lunch room ladies.