Parodic Poetry

"Knitting lace on a sweltering evening,"

A parody by Jasmin

[Original by Robert Frost, 'Stopping by woods on a snowy evening'. He's rolling in his grave.]

Whose lace is this I think I know.
This lace is in the bag though;
I can not be seen stopping here
This shawl is bigger than a throw.
My little dogs do think it queer
To weep with the end so near
For granted speed and time I did take
The busiest season of the year
I give myself a wake-up shake
And wonder if I've made mistakes.
The only other sound's my weep
In noisy, snotty, teary wakes.
The lace is lovely, soft and chic.
But I have deadlines to keep,
And hours more to weep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Sometimes, Being Crass is the Only Way

Who does a girl have to screw to get some 00 US/1.75 mm circular needles? (Seriously, if you know, send me an e-mail at jasmin at licensedtoknit dot com.)

I have gone to yarn stores, called yarn stores, and searched high and low on the internet. I have found straights and double points, but no circulars.

In a fit of (what I thought was) genius, I called a LYS that I don't really shop at very often. This is due to a combination of reasons. (A) They're out of my way, according to my brain map. Even though they are closer than the LYS I shop at most regularly, they seem further away. (B) They have super-high employee turnover, and I have yet to speak with an employee (who isn't the manager) who knows their rump from their elbow. I called looking for a Dale of Norway pattern (which I know they carry), and the employee (without looking or asking someone else) told me they don't carry Dale patterns. (C) They don't carry much that interests me, besides Rebecca.

Anyhow, I call, and Peppy Employee answers the phone.

"Hi," I say politely, "I'm looking for a set of circular needles."
"What size?" asks PE.
"I'm looking for double-zero needles. 1.75 mm, specifically."
"Let me look."

My heart swelled with joy, that PE was actually * looking *.

"We've got them."
"Before I drive down, they are double-zeros?"
"Yep," She says confidently.

This is too good to be true, so I made sure to ask a critical question, "What does it say for the millimeters?"
"2.00."
Sigh. "Thanks, have a great day."

You see my pain?

Knitting Survey or Drinking Game? You Decide.

Everyone in knitting blogland has done this as a survey.

I hate following the crowd. However, I LOVE surveys.

Bold for stuff you've done, italics for stuff you plan to do one day, and normal for stuff you're not planning on doing.

Afghan (I'm counting baby blankets)
I-cord
Garter stitch
Knitting with metal wire
Shawl
Stockinette stitch
Socks: top-down
Socks: toe-up
Knitting with camel yarn (I'm counting spinning camel into yarn)
Mittens: Cuff-up
Mittens: Tip-down
Hat
Knitting with silk
Moebius band knitting
Participating in a KAL
Sweater
Drop stitch patterns
Knitting with recycled/secondhand yarn
Knitting with banana fiber yarn
Domino knitting (=modular knitting)
Twisted stitch patterns
Knitting with bamboo yarn
Two end knitting
Charity knitting
Knitting with soy yarn
Cardigan
Toy/doll clothing
Knitting with circular needles
Baby items
Knitting with your own handspun yarn
Slippers
Graffiti knitting
Continental knitting
Designing knitted garments
Cable stitch patterns (incl. Aran)
Lace patterns
Publishing a knitting book (technically, since I was XRX's intern)
Scarf
Teaching a child to knit/crochet
American/English knitting (as opposed to continental)
Knitting to make money
Buttonholes
Knitting with alpaca
Fair Isle knitting
Norwegian knitting
Dyeing with plant colors
Knitting items for a wedding
Household items (dishcloths, washcloths, tea cosies…)
Knitting socks (or other small tubular items) on one or two circulars
Knitting with someone else's handspun yarn
Knitting with dpns
Holiday related knitting
Teaching a male how to knit
Bobbles
Knitting for a living
Knitting with cotton
Knitting smocking
Dyeing yarn
Steeks
Knitting art
Knitting two socks on two circulars simultaneously
Fulling/felting
Knitting with wool
Textured knitting
Kitchener stitch
Purses/bags
Knitting with beads
Swatching
Long Tail CO
Entrelac
Knitting and purling backwards
Machine knitting
Knitting with self patterning/self striping/variegated yarn
Stuffed toys (knitted a toy, but it's not assembled)
Baby items
Knitting with cashmere
Darning
Jewelry
Knitting with synthetic yarn
Writing a pattern
Gloves
Intarsia
Knitting with linen
Knitting for preemies
Tubular CO
Freeform knitting
Short rows
Cuffs/fingerless mits/armwarmers
Pillows
Knitting a pattern from an online knitting magazine
Rug
Knitting on a loom
Thrummed knitting
Knitting a gift
Knitting for pets (not my own)
Shrug/bolero/poncho
Knitting with dog/cat hair (unintentionally)
Hair accessories
Knitting in public

A Letter to Aveda

Dear Aveda;

I was recently introduced to your "be curly" line of hair care products, and I am a very satisfied customer. Your products have dramatically reduced the amount of frizz and I have much crisper curl definition. My hair is also softer and healthier.

Having said that, my one complaint is this:

It smells like butt. Seriously. Nobody comments on how nice I smell anymore, because my hair has a "distinctive" smell. Distinctive is a euphemism for "gross". I am a petite person who is 96.7% hair, and if my hair smells weird, all is lost.

I don't mind having to take out a second mortgage on my house to pay for your incredible, life-altering products. In fact, I am happy to pay for a product that delivers such noticeable results.

However, at the prices you charge you could work on the smell.

Your happy customer,

Jasmin

Stash and Burn Meetup

So, on Sunday I made the trek up to Nine Rubies in San Mateo for the Stash and Burn meet-up. Remember how I posted last year about my stash having reached CYM (Critical Yarn Mass)? I also may have mentioned something about taking a hiatus on yarn purchases.

I am full of crap. I love yarn. I love buying yarn. I love the newness of the yarn, the thrill of the purchase. I'm sure it is a feeling akin to that of a new relationship. I went home with a heart full of shame, and a bag full of this:

It's not * that * much yarn. Not really. Especially since half of the orange is for Colleen. So it's really this much:

Seriously, I can't buy any more yarn until Rhinebeck. I have only been finishing socks, and at a fraction of the speed that I can buy it at. What is up with that? Clearly I need to knit faster and sleep less.

Part of the More Knitting Solution (notice how I'm not calling it the "Less Yarn Solution") is carpooling with Andrew- giving me about 40 minutes of knitting time that I normally wouldn't have. He also is driving on all of our longer trips- on Easter I finished two socks during the drive. But I digress.

I went to the meet-up, and met Jenny and Nicole, of Stash and Burn fame. They were both friendly and super-cool. I chatted with Nicole about FileMaker (I know, I am such a nerd) at length with Janice about general stuff. I met Lisa, who kindly let me hold Darwin (her baby) for the better part of an hour.

I never posted about this, but until about two weeks ago, I had baby phobia.

[NOTE: If you have a weak stomach, skip down to the next bolded section.]

On Easter my in-laws relayed a story about one of their nephews eating two magnets (from the recalled Magnetix toy- which is super-fun to play with, by the way) on two separate days and the tale of how they met in the middle. The result was magnets tearing through two parts of his intestine trying to meet.

Nephew-in-law (what else do you call your in-laws' nephews?) had to have surgery, and a gastro-something nose tube while the intestine healed. I was convinced that there is no way I could both have a child and keep it alive, despite the fact that I have managed to keep my dogs from eating what can only be classified as "weird shit".

[Weak stomachs can resume reading here.]

Mom assured me that Sam and I never ate our toys, although Sam chewed up my markers (rainbow diapers, but nothing worse than that) and stuck a dried pea in his ear, nothing worse than that was done.

When I told people in public that I was terrified of having children because "They eat magnets!", people felt compelled to tell me TERRIBLE stories about the mishaps, accidents and odd ingestions that they dealt with when their children were little. They would always end the story with something like, "See? My kids survived, you'll be fine." This didn't help.

I told Andrew that the dogs were enough, because I'm obviously too neurotic and crazy to be able to cope with magnet-eating/ bodily harm / anything bad. With the dogs, I'm already constantly checking to make sure they're still breathing and healthy. I check poop (not too thoroughly, don't be gross), and when there is dog barf, I take a glance at what may have caused it. The vet has assured me that I am a conscientious (not neurotic) owner.

(Note: The Minions keep telling me that children are great and I'm convinced that Julie keeps bringing her terrific kids in order to inspire us to get on with it and have some of our own.)

In any case, holding baby Darwin got the "babies are awesome" feelings flowing again.

So, to summarize:

I backslid on the goal of buying less yarn, but we're back on the "babies are cool" track.

“Lace is freakin’ AWESOME, Mr. Bigglesworth!"

It's true. I posted last week that I was pinning my lace in progress to my cube walls. It has gotten to an unmanageable length for cube-pinning purposes. So, in order to admire my lace while at work, I have a picture of it as my desktop background.

This is clear evidence that I have gone 'round the bend. I am officially totally nuts. I can't help it. As I've said before, Eunny Jang is an evil genius.

It has taken 10 days of semi-exclusive knitting time to finish the first half of the Print O'the Wave shawl. This isn't a huge time commitment, and I don't want to jinx myself by saying it will only take me "x" days total, because as soon as I start to see the finish line, my bravado will be my undoing.

Like, the edging could baffle me. Or I could lose interest. (Edgings and finishing have historically foiled me through utter boredom.) Then there's the classic issue with actually getting it blocked- this is a must for this shawl.

I don't know what I dislike so much about blocking. It doesn't take that long, I have all the tools I need- and good ones at that! More finishing and blocking has been accomplished since I showed Andrew how to block. I think that his desire to see me wear the things that I finish is what inspired the blocking volunteerism. Another possibility is that he also is trying to make a dent into the UFO mountain. Can we say knitting ADD?

In any case, my previous lace-phobia has been conquered with a vengeance, and I find my thoughts preoccupied with planning future lace projects, lace yarn and (as always) global domination.

My Super Ex-Girlfriend: A Review

I love silly movies. I also happen to love superheroes, super villains and the completely implausible plotline. My Super Ex-Girlfriend meets and exceeds all of the requirements for a "fluff" movie.

I gave it five stars on Netflix and I am very seriously considering buying it. The cheese factor is high, and there is a happy ending. I'm a sucker for happy endings.

What I liked:

Luke Wilson. I have always found him handsome, and it seems like he only accepts roles where he's the geeky, down-trodden, nice guy. This is the trifecta of doom for me. It is my kryptonite. Need I say more?

Rainn Wilson (Dwight Schrute from The Office). He is a comic genius.

I liked that the superhero was a woman, even if she was Uma Thurman.

The shark. I'm not going to give a spoiler, but you'll love the shark, too. GENIUS!

What I wasn't keen on:

I wasn't really keen on how imbalanced she was (playing up the caricature of the "hysterical woman"), but for a fluff movie, it did move the plot forward.

It's an Ivan Reitman movie (he did the Ghostbusters movies), and My Super Ex-Girlfriend is the same kind of comic genius and slapstick humor that we all know and love.

Otters and seafood and knitting, oh my!

Our morning started like so many others, Andrew and I got up at (roughly) the same time, went through our normal morning routine, and got into the car. Unlike other mornings, we were not headed to work.

We headed south to Monterey, where we were meeting Linda for a trip to the Monterey Bay Aquarium, and lunch at Bubba Gump's.

Andrew had two birthday requests: (1) to attend all of the feedings at the aquarium and (2) no yarn shops. The first was easy to accommodate, the second… not so much. You read the blog.

Air: Normal People :: Yarn: Jasmin

Such is my love for him.

Anyhow, we got to the aquarium just in time to watch the otters feeding:

As always, there were hoards of elementary school children there on a field trip. You'll notice that I was kind enough to give my "window seat" up to them. When asked if the chitluns could stand in front of me, I told their chaperone that any children who were shorter than I am were welcome to do so.

So, three or four of the kids from the group moved in front of me, and Linda and I were knitting while waiting for the feeding to start (and during the feeding):

(NOTE: Andrew was wielding my camera, and a woman standing off to my right said, "Well, if he's going to take a picture of you, you may as well smile.")

One of the chaperons said something to the effect of "It's so nice that you taught your daughter how to knit," to Linda, making a gesture towards me. Linda responded very politely that she was flattered that the woman thought she was my mom, and I pointed out that we were good friends.

Next, we went to the Outer Bay feeding, which was super cool, because they have hammerhead sharks and a couple of sun fish in there. Linda and I debated whether fish were cognizant enough to be jealous of each other's looks. (The sun fish is a weird looking fish. Seriously.)

After the Outer Bay, we saw the Kelp Forest feeding. The last time Andrew and I went to the aquarium, a Sheephead fish was attacking one of the starfish that was clinging to the glass for dear life. The docent noticed, and with the five jillion kids there, he stepped in front of the carnage.

Here are our best fish faces:

At this point in the day, I told Andrew it would be necessary to do human feedings, so we walked to Bubba Gump's.

I know theme restaurants are cheesy and usually suck. Bubba Gump's is a terrific restaurant with incredible service. I ordered like four things on the menu (this time), devoured most of it, and everything was INCREDIBLE. We had to roll back to the aquarium.

Back at the aquarium, we walked through the jellyfish exhibit (my second favorite, only to the otters). I love the mix of elegance, beauty and danger.

To my surprise, they have added a fresh water otter exhibit where the shark exhibit used to be, with BABY OTTERS! So cute!

After watching the otters, Andrew and I came to the conclusion that Elphie is really an otter who was raised by kittens. One of the "enriching" tricks that the trainers had the otters do was called "stand". This is a trick we do with Elphie that we call "Otter pop". It's identical.

Tales of Waiter Woe

In celebration of Andrew's 28^th year, we planned a super-fun filled day at the Monterey Bay Aquarium. But before I tell you about that, I have to tell you about the dinner from HELL. (Truly, if I could have the made the letters appear flaming, they would be.)

I had arranged a dinner with the in-laws so that they could partake in the celebration of Andrew. We arranged to meet at a restaurant in downtown Los Gatos (closer to them, but not far from home). We were all seated, and ordered our drinks. That part was fine.

About five minutes into our evening, our waiter brought out the drinks, and promptly dumped a virgin pina colada all over my Youngest Niece (eight years old). All over her crotch and lap. Stop and think for a moment. It's a shock of cold and it's sticky. She, like any reasonable person, dissolved into tears.

(I would have done the same. It was a long day for all of us.)

The family all jumps to the rescue, all napkins were swiftly passed to YN's mother while our waiter MOSEYED away to get stuff to clean up with. He MOSEYED. There was no hustle in his step, and all he did when he spilled it was make excuses ("Oh, there was a menu there. Oops."). By the time the waiter MOSEYED back, YN was pina colada free, just sticky and unhappy.

YN is a really easy-going and reasonable child, "I want to go home and change."

Her mom explained that by the time they went home, changed and started back towards the restaurant, dinner would be over. As an alternative, YN's mom offered to walk two doors down to Gap Kids and pick up a new pair of pants. YN said that would be fine. The pants were obtained and changed into in about ten minutes. Crisis averted.

When the food FINALLY showed up, the waiter couldn't figure out who had ordered what. Taquitos had been substituted for flautas (ahem, big difference), and other dishes were just as wrong. We ate the food and managed to salvage the evening.

Just a side note; nothing was comp'ed on the bill, and we didn't even get an apology from the moseying waiter.

For Andrew

Today is Andrew's birthday. Andrew and I have been together for more than five years, and in that time, I've learned that there are so many things to love about him.

This is my favorite picture of him:

(Ok, two favorites.)

Andrew is the most supportive person I have ever met. No matter how off-the-wall or unrealistic my schemes are, Andrew is supportive and actually tries to help me get from point A to point B.

When I went through my stash re-organization (upon my discovery of Space Bags), Andrew and I spent the better part of a few weekends moving stash, organizing stash, and getting rid of stuff I no longer wanted. We work really well together, and he is the best partner I have ever had.

With my interests and hobbies, he is engaged and asks questions. When I knit something complex, he asks intelligent questions and is sincerely interested.

When I'm sick or cranky, Andrew takes care of me. He is just genuinely thoughtful.

He is responsible, reliable and grounded. He is also silly and incredibly easygoing. He always smells good, even when he's got the man musk / yeti thing going on. He has embraced my friends and family.

He's a trekkie who loves philosophy and recycling. He is the hardest person in the world to shop for because he's a less-is-more kind of guy.

He's such a less-is-more kind of guy that he even rejects unnecessary organs- his New Year's resolution must have been to get rid of an organ that wasn't pulling it's weight. Useless appendix.

He makes himself available to everyone, and he's always willing to forgive and move forward, no matter how undeserving the person is.

He's terrific. And today, he's 28. Happy birthday, Monkey!

Taylor Swift and My Sock!

I have a super-cool job. We had a special event where Taylor Swift came and performed for us.

She's a terrific performer, she's cute as hell and she didn't blink an eyelash when I asked her to

pose with my sock!

(She even said it was cool.)

**NOTE: I am not eight months pregnant, as this photo may imply. I am not pregnant at all, just the victim of bad angles.

**NOTE #2: Taylor Swift is an award-winning country singer. And she's like, 18.

Lace!

First:

Hollis is evil. Pure evil. First, she starts carrying Fleece Artist, and then she has the nerve to show me what she's knitting. Like the yarn crack dealer she is, she also was more than helpful when I was matching yarn to the fabric.

Truly, the yarn was a perfect match:

Second:

Eunny Jang is also evil. An evil genius. Her Print 'o the Wave Stole (a free knitting pattern, found here) is beautiful and ADDICTIVE. It turns out that I prefer knitting rectangular shawls to Faroese style ones. (Math isn't hard, but figuring out what your numbers should be when you haven't been paying attention is um…. hard.) I may knit a thousand of these. Or, you know, three.

I started it on Sunday, and by tonight (Tuesday) I have finished seven of the 34 repeats. This morning I considered calling in sick to knit lace.

As an alternative to needless deceit, Beautiful Lace came to work with me. I used the T-pins I have at work to pseudo-block it on my walls, an in-progress bit of art.

Wouldn't you want to gaze adoringly upon this all day?

[Aside: It turns out that I can't knit lace and read subtitles. I made Andrew read me the subtitles on Heroes on Monday. Although he is a charming man, he didn't do voices to differentiate the characters.]

Third:

My house has reached what can only be referred to as "Critical Yarn Mass" (C.Y.M.). I have two (ahem, maybe three) solutions to this problem that are being implemented as we speak:

Solution A: Move into a new house. Sell the Shanty. (Hopefully this will work.)

Solution B: Knit and spin more. I was planning on doing a whole lot of knitting and spinning during my leisurely search for employment. Un/Fortunately, I had (maybe) five days where I wasn't interviewing or prepping for the new job.

Solution C: (We'll call this "The Silent Solution", since I don't want to hear about it, EVER.) Stop buying yarn for a while. A long while. Unlike a person with a substance abuse problem, I have decided that I do not need a Yarn Anonymous sponsor. I am happy being a yarn lush. What I need to do is knit more, and simply restrict my purchases to must-haves that I simply can not wait on.

Realistically speaking, to keep my yarn at the current level (we won't talk about my wardrobe, this is simply a manual count of balls of yarn), I could buy a pair of socks worth of socks per week, since I've been finishing roughly a pair a week, minimum. (More if I go to a show/movie or Andrew and I go somewhere with a long drive.)

Since I could outfit the nations of the world with the sock yarn that I already have in my stash, logic says that I should not be buying sock yarn for a while. Solving the C.Y.M. problem also logically implies that I would be knitting anything but lace (one ball = a million yards= lots of knitting time), but in Rosario's timeless words, "The heart wants what it wants, Chica!"

It is at this point where I can * almost * understand knitting giant bulky sweaters on broomsticks, but at that point, I may as well give all of my yarn away. Giving it away is always better than committing Crimes Against Yarn, and we all know that I'm not about to give away my yarn at this point.

I'm a wool pig, and I know it.

You Say "Horrid", I say "AWESOME!"

It seems that I have an unnatural predilection for the loudest, most obnoxious [enter appropriate noun] available. Here is my luggage:

Here is an approximation of Andrew's luggage:

(Imagine all of the bags in the black camo.)

It's not bad taste; it's really a practical thing to have loud luggage. There have been so many times where I've stood there looking at the tsunami of black wheeled luggage, dreading having to fight someone for my suitcase.

(This really happened to me once. I had to wrestle my bag away from an older gentleman and show him the tag.)

This luggage says, "Look at me! I'm here, and nobody has taste like my owner!"

A Musical Parade of Hot Men

...or, the 2007 Harmony Sweepstakes

So, we spent Saturday night driving up to Marin for this a cappella festival that one of Andrew's co-workers (also a knitter friend of mine, it turns out) had talked about.

(For your reference, it was an hour and a half each way and TOTALLY worth it.)

As I posted earlier, I was very wrong in being a drum corps groupie, and should have instead been an a cappella groupie. Live, learn and ogle is my philosophy.

There were a few AMAZING groups. There were two or three groups I wasn't super keen on, but they were still incredibly good.

My favorite (and the audience's favorite as well) was face. Buy their CD. They are a-freakin'-mazing. They walked out onto stage and did an INCREDIBLE arrangement of "Oh Fortuna" from Carmina Burana.

[Note to readers: I am a little hard of listening, so all I heard when they explained it was "something- something tuna". Listening to it, I thought it was Duel of the Fates. I know, no culture, no class, etc. I also have continued calling it "The Tuna Song", despite the fact that I know better now. Tuna is delicious. So are these guys.]

I bought both their CDs, and was pleasantly surprised to find that they were even * better * looking up close. (We were sitting maybe a dozen rows from the back. Next year we'll sit closer. All of these guys were smokin' hot.) Their style is (their words) "All-Vocal Rock", and definitely not your typical Barbershop. They don't seem to have a designated "lead" singer, and it seems like every member gets a chance to stand in front. I like this.

I also tremendously enjoyed Men In Black (ahem, bought their CD, too). Also smokin' hot. (I know, shameless hussy. Kudos to Andrew for not cock-blocking me, and instead, buying CDs from the other vendors while I ogled.) Buy their CD, too. Their style is much more classically Barbershop (in my opinion), and their lead guy has a great voice. (Ahem, cute too.)

The Fault Line was terrific, they started with Rock Around the Clock, and the guy singing lead had a distinctly Elvis-y vibe. (Cute, but more Katie's type than mine, I think.) Buy their CD. It is great.

Then, there was Nightwatch. A combination of Barbershop and Broadway parodies. The only thing they were missing was an Avenue Q style puppet. Hilarious! (I couldn't buy their CD in person, but will buy it online.)

Other notable hotties? The bass (Nate, no link) from Doubleshot.

What did I go home with?

(* Sniff * No boys. In Tara's words, "I want the boys!")

What did I finish while soaking up the man-tunes?

(Ahem, sock #2. For those keeping score, that's two pairs finished in one weekend.)


What did I work on once those were done?

(Hard to see? It's camoflauge Trekking for my Trekkie.)



(A little better? I thought so.)

Had I been more prepared, I would have asked the boys to pose with my sock for Le Blog, but there's always next year.

Review: Dirty Rotten Scoundrels

Last Friday, we attended Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. I was so very excited when AMTSJ announced that they would be hosting the tour. I bought my season tickets * right * away. This show opened three weeks after Andrew, Grace and I were in New York.

Grace and I were devastated. (Well, not quite, but we were disappointed.) Norbert Leo Butz and Sherie Rene Scott were performing in it. With John Lithgow. (No knock against John Lithgow, but we were more excited about the two stars of The Last Five Years.)

Fast forward two years and change. The family loads up into the Prius, and CPA-ward we went. For once, I didn't read the cast bios before the show started.

Sam was reading through the playbill, and was surprised that there was a Rocky Horror Picture Show musical, and more surprised that the man who played Dr. Frank 'N' Furter was starring as Lawrence Jamieson.

"Tom Hewitt!" I exclaim. (This is where Sam called me a nerd. Possibly rightly so, but that's not the point.) I then tell Sam that he was in Dracula, the Musical as well. Sam may have called me a nerd again. I say, Judge not, lest ye be a nerd, too.

Tom Hewitt did a delightful job, as did Laura Marie Duncan (the gal who played Christina Colgate). D.B. Bonds did a fair job playing Freddy Benson, but lacked stage presence. He was appropriately crude, a little slap-sticky, but during "Great Big Stuff" (my favorite song in the ENTIRE show), it just lacked the oomf that Norbert Leo Butz had on the Tony's.

During the show I finished these:

(Do You Believe In Magic, handspun by me, knit by me, for me. Andrew's are done already.)

And did the cuff on sock #2 of these:

(Regia Africa. One of the colors, the tag is AWOL.)

A Tragic Mistake

I found out last night that I made a terrible misjudgment when I was in high school. All I can say is that I was young, and we all have our mis-steps along the way.

I should have been an a cappella groupie instead of a Santa Clara Vanguard groupie. The men are sizzling hot and they can SING. If only I had known before I was married.

(I love Andrew. He's wonderful. Bla, bla, bla. And he lets me enjoy my singing man-candy.)

Reviews and links to follow.

Bad blogger, no latte!

I promised I would update. So, I'll blog later this week and do a Flash Your Stash (FYS).

Also, I may be moving to my own domain. Any ideas for a name?