Knitiot Savant

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InitiallyI started this post by giving you a tortured history of why I can't run anymore and instead ride my bike.  But honestly, that's not important.  What is important is that I love riding and Georgia is a great state to ride in.  Out where I am we have lots of rolling hills, some really scary climbs, and then a bit of nice flat space to really take off on.

As I was riding along Sunday, I started thinking about all the things I love about riding.  Mostly how it really involves all the senses in a positive manner...but there's an exception to everything, right?  Let's see what the exceptions are, shall we?

Worst Sound:
The sound of what might be a semi coming up behind you.

Best Sound:
The 'whoosh' of the tires as I fly down a hill

Worst Sight:
That monster of a hill that will be my undoing.

Best Sight:
The other side of that same hill.

Worst Smell:
The dead opossum that I passed, bloated and nasty.

Best Smell:
How incredibly fresh the air smells after passing said opossum.

Worst Taste:
That damn bug I swallowed cause I was grinning like an idiot.

Best Taste:
The water in my Camelback...even if it is a little warm.

Worst Feeling:
How sore my girlie parts are after a long ride.

Best Feeling:
How sore my girlie parts are after a long ride 'cause it means I was on my bike.  And being on my bike is always a good thing.

I'll try to remember to take my camera next time and share some of the stuff I see along the way...if I can remember to stop long enough to take a pic.  hehe

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As much as I love finding silly or ignorant comments in the 'Rants & Raves' section of the paper, I really like finding a sweet one.  A comment that shows tenderness, or compassion, or thanks someone for a job well done.  I thought this one fit the bill:

"I got a package of pictures from some 1st graders when I was in Saudi Arabia during the 1st Gulf War.  One was a flag colored on wide lined paper with crayon.  I have it framed on my bedroom wall.  It is still and inspiration."

You never know how a small kindness effects someone....or how long it lasts.  Be good to each other out there.

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I was born in the deep South, moved away, and came back.  There are a lot of things to love about the South; friendly people, deep-fried food, a slower pace of life. 

One of the things that's always annoyed me is the misconceptions that some folks have about Southerners.  The biggest misconception I suppose is that we're a bunch of narrow minded, Bible thumping rednecks.  So, I offer a selection today's Rants & Raves to dispel this myth once and for all.

"Women do have their role in church.  It's to teach the young children and other women.  I Corinthians 14:34 says women are to "be silent in the churches, for they are not permitted to speak."  That is a quote from the Bible, not my words.  So, how do churches that have women leading services and in the pulpit explain that one away?"

Okay, so I could be wrong.

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A big thank you and kishies to everyone who sent birthday wishes to my Boogie!  She had a wonderful day!  We had a big party for her on Friday and Tuesday was her real birthday.  We spent the day playing in her sandbox, drawing chalk, and marveling at what a beautiful and brilliant child we've been blessed with. And yeah, I got a little emotionally over my baby turning 4. :-)

Weather seems to be an issue in Rants and Raves today.

"Did anyone stop to think the reason the turnout was so poor at the James Brown birthday bash is because all the weathermen were predicting rain, which never came to pass?"

I can think of another reason.  A celebration where the guest of honor can't even attend is sort of boring.  'Cause he's dead and all.

And weather issues seem to have hit the animal/golfer population, too:

"I swear I believe my neighbor's dog can predict the weather better than the weatherman.  I missed another golf time.  Next weekend I'll ask my neighbor's dog to predict the weather."

I don't know about the rest of you, but when that weather predicting dog thing catches on, I'm gonna be proud to say "I knew the dog when....."

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The 'Rants & Raves' section of my local paper has undergone a bit of a change.  Now, in addition to being able to call in one's rant and/or rave, one can email one's concerns to the paper.  And, though your email address is not provided, your screen name is.

Unfortunately, though, the following Rant doesn't come from an email address.  It was called in...and poses an interesting question:

"I would like to know:  What is the point in having a gun in your house if it's against the law to use it to defend the lives in your home?"

It could be used as a kitchy conversational piece maybe?  Or extreme discipline for that unruly teen maybe?  Just a couple of suggestions to consider.

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I'll bet you thought the whole issue of cats was over?  I know I did. I kind of hoped it was anyway.  But every once in awhile a rant or a rave sneaks in and the cat issues continues. 

This one is particularly nice:

"When the poet penned these words "All of heaven is in a rage when a robin redbreast is in a cage," he expressed my feelings about cats and leash laws for cats."

It's nice when literature is used to make a point, don't ya think?

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The area of the country in which I live has been suffering from drought conditions for a very long time.  There are legal fights over water; states sharing and not sharing water..and, in the summer, restrictions on when you can water your lawn.  Which is funny when you think about it because there are no restrictions on the amount of water the is wasted watering the golf course that hosts the Masters Golf  Tournament.

People are always coming up with ways to conserve water or to use what we have more wisely.   I found this suggestion in the Rants & Raves:

"It's funny that our government is too spineless to suggest that men pee outside when they can be discreet to help with the worst drought in 50 years.  This would be a huge water savings!"

I'm gonna have to research the merits of urinating on one's plants.  I'm thinking my azaleas might really bloom this Spring if I send Big B outside to do his business.

Interestingly enough this next rant hits both golfing and the topic of urinating outside:

"A rant to hunters who come to play golf dressed in jeans, plaid shirts and orange jackets.  Please remember where you are.  Also, you can't just relieve yourself next to a tree by the tee box."

Hm.  Guys who pee outside playing golf.  Looks like those courses get plenty of water, huh?

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The Rants & Raves section has had a lot of back and forth on the subject of cats.  I'm not entirely sure why or even how this started but, every once in awhile, someone throws in a rant or a rave about cats.  This rave is for all you cat lovers out there.

"A rave for cats!  Cats are much cleaner and more independent than dogs-they don't hike their leg on coffee tables, make a mess with their food, and, unlike dogs, they do not like to be dirty!  Our family had dogs as pets for years, then got a cat-what a nice change that was."

Whoa.  If your dog is pissing on your coffee table, you've got bigger problems than whether or not dogs are cleaner than cats.

Oh, and hey!  We're fine, just taking advantage of blogging without obligation...got some knits to show ya though.....

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We had the most glorious week.  Big B had the entire week off and all three of us sat around the house.  We watched movies, made cookies, enjoyed Boogie enjoying her gifts from Santa.  I think we left the house two times, maybe.  I hope all of you had an equally relaxing, and sloth-like holiday!

As a result I'm woefully behind on email and blog reading.  If you've dropped me a line this week, I'll catch up.  Same goes for leaving comments.  I'll catch up, eventually! 

Let's start the new year off right with a couple of selections from the Rants & Raves section of my local paper.  The first is from the December 31st edition:

"Kimberly, you need to readjust your wig."

It's always nice to have a friend who's honest about how bad your wig looks.  Shame she had to write it to the paper though.

The second comes from the January 1st edition:

"A rant to the guy that drives around town in what looks like a huge, silver Dodge Durango on a flatbed.  Unless you're a school bus driver or in the Partridge Family, there's no need for a vehicle that large."

The reference to the Partridge Family made this one my favorite.  I'm keeping my eyes peeled for that truck, though!

Y'all have a great week!

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Forgot to post this Wednesday so better late than never, eh?  Last week the Rants and Raves section seemed to be filled with people complaining about cats.  Cats on their cars.  Cats in their gardens.  Cats bad.  Cats not bad but really sweet and aren't just mean for thinking bad things about cats?  Most of the comments were pretty silly but this one was my favorite:

"A woman wrote a letter to the editor complaining about a stray cat in her upscale neighborhood.  I'm sure if the cat had known that, it would have looked for a low-income neighborhood."

hahahaha!

And, just so you don't think it's all about cats, I offer this:

"Xmart ought to be able to have its license.  I am tired of going to South Carolina to their sex store.  When could we have one in Augusta?"

This issue needs to be brought before the city council stat!  We're not really a big city without a solid sex store now are we?