Slow Sunday
It's a slow Sunday and I'm not feeling like doing much at all. Yesterday I was working on Garden Gnome II but I ended up getting annoyed with the clay I'm using - I've got two kinds 'one is too wet, the other too dry and adding removing water does not improve either). So far the gnome's face reminds me more of a 19C traveling carnival weight-lifter (without the handlebar mustache), the kind that wore funky leotards out of leopard skin. At least it makes Froggy laugh.
I picked up my knitting again - I actually frogged it back to the beginning AGAIN which is a bit disheartening but with so many people helping me out here and there it seems that I end up losing my way even more than when I go at it alone.
And just because I needed a laugh and my RL mum had one for me:
Amy, a blonde city girl, marries a Colorado Rancher. One morning, on his way out to check on the cows, the rancher says to Amy, "The insemination man is coming over to impregnate one of our cows today. I drove a nail into the 2 by 4 just above the cow's stall in the barn. You show him where the cow is when he gets here, okay?"
So then the rancher leaves for the fields. After a while, the artificial insemination man arrives and knocks on the front door. Amy takes him down to the barn. They walk along the row of cows and when she sees the nail, she tells him, "This is the one...right here."
Terribly impressed by what he seemed to think just might be another ditzy blonde, the man asks, "Tell me lady, how did you know this is the cow to be bred?"
"That's simple," Amy explains, "By the nail over its stall."
Then the man asks, "What's the nail for?"
She turns and walks away, and with complete confidence says, "I guess it's to hang your pants on!"
I picked up my knitting again - I actually frogged it back to the beginning AGAIN which is a bit disheartening but with so many people helping me out here and there it seems that I end up losing my way even more than when I go at it alone.
And just because I needed a laugh and my RL mum had one for me:
Amy, a blonde city girl, marries a Colorado Rancher. One morning, on his way out to check on the cows, the rancher says to Amy, "The insemination man is coming over to impregnate one of our cows today. I drove a nail into the 2 by 4 just above the cow's stall in the barn. You show him where the cow is when he gets here, okay?"
So then the rancher leaves for the fields. After a while, the artificial insemination man arrives and knocks on the front door. Amy takes him down to the barn. They walk along the row of cows and when she sees the nail, she tells him, "This is the one...right here."
Terribly impressed by what he seemed to think just might be another ditzy blonde, the man asks, "Tell me lady, how did you know this is the cow to be bred?"
"That's simple," Amy explains, "By the nail over its stall."
Then the man asks, "What's the nail for?"
She turns and walks away, and with complete confidence says, "I guess it's to hang your pants on!"