Comments on: Make yourselves cozy, dearies, I have a story to tell! http://needle-exchange.ca/2006/10/26/make-yourselves-cozy-dearies-i-have-a-story-to-tell/ A blog about knitting addiction Wed, 01 Dec 2010 21:33:11 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: Debby http://needle-exchange.ca/2006/10/26/make-yourselves-cozy-dearies-i-have-a-story-to-tell/comment-page-1/#comment-6642 Debby Sun, 29 Oct 2006 00:24:34 +0000 http://needles.guzzlingcakes.com/2006/10/26/make-yourselves-cozy-dearies-i-have-a-story-to-tell/#comment-6642 I'm sorry to hear you had such a lousy day. I hope that at least your water heater is fixed now...everything seems better with a hot shower, and ten times worse without! Thank you for visiting my blog and leaving a comment about the bikes. The reason the Cannondale bike is called a feminine, but looks masculine, is because the feminine is all about the measurements of the handlebars (smaller, because women have more narrow shoulders), tube length, and other things that I'm still learning. :) Cannondale does make the same bike for men and it does look the same, except for these smaller measurements here and there. I hope that helps! :) I’m sorry to hear you had such a lousy day. I hope that at least your water heater is fixed now…everything seems better with a hot shower, and ten times worse without!

Thank you for visiting my blog and leaving a comment about the bikes. The reason the Cannondale bike is called a feminine, but looks masculine, is because the feminine is all about the measurements of the handlebars (smaller, because women have more narrow shoulders), tube length, and other things that I’m still learning. :) Cannondale does make the same bike for men and it does look the same, except for these smaller measurements here and there. I hope that helps! :)

]]> By: maryse http://needle-exchange.ca/2006/10/26/make-yourselves-cozy-dearies-i-have-a-story-to-tell/comment-page-1/#comment-6639 maryse Sat, 28 Oct 2006 13:01:14 +0000 http://needles.guzzlingcakes.com/2006/10/26/make-yourselves-cozy-dearies-i-have-a-story-to-tell/#comment-6639 sorry about the crummy day. sorry about the crummy day.

]]> By: Eve http://needle-exchange.ca/2006/10/26/make-yourselves-cozy-dearies-i-have-a-story-to-tell/comment-page-1/#comment-6630 Eve Fri, 27 Oct 2006 18:02:46 +0000 http://needles.guzzlingcakes.com/2006/10/26/make-yourselves-cozy-dearies-i-have-a-story-to-tell/#comment-6630 Let's hope! Let’s hope!

]]> By: Carol http://needle-exchange.ca/2006/10/26/make-yourselves-cozy-dearies-i-have-a-story-to-tell/comment-page-1/#comment-6629 Carol Fri, 27 Oct 2006 16:17:28 +0000 http://needles.guzzlingcakes.com/2006/10/26/make-yourselves-cozy-dearies-i-have-a-story-to-tell/#comment-6629 It can only get better from here! It can only get better from here!

]]> By: Kate A. http://needle-exchange.ca/2006/10/26/make-yourselves-cozy-dearies-i-have-a-story-to-tell/comment-page-1/#comment-6612 Kate A. Thu, 26 Oct 2006 16:40:00 +0000 http://needles.guzzlingcakes.com/2006/10/26/make-yourselves-cozy-dearies-i-have-a-story-to-tell/#comment-6612 Oh, poor Eve! That is truly a terrible day...and it sounds all too familiar. I have that kind of day about once a week, which seems to be standard for life in NYC on a budget below the poverty line. I travel 45 minutes on the train (incl. transfer) to get to a grocery store (Trader Joe's) that is neither gentrified and insanely overpriced, nor dark, gloomy, scary and full of grey meats and a vast array of anything that is pre-processed, mega-processed, and re-processed all at once (those being our two local options). Then, I carry it all home on my back on the subway, where I fight off weirdos, smelly firtatious men, and loud, rude children. Then the struggle begins to get through several layers of doors and elevators with multiple locks, while carrying all this crap. Every time, my day is just shot - I'm so exhausted I can't do anything else, and I end up eating half of what I bought to console myself (we don't have TV, so no price is right). The one saving grace is that Trader Joe's has that super-cheap wine store attached to it. Last time I went, I decided that since I was going to suffer anyway, I might as well carry one extra bottle of wine home, since I didn't think anything else short of moving to another city would help. I dragged all that stuff home, including the nice bottle of a sweet Greek wine that I love that only cost $8...and when I was rushing to put it all away before my strength was completely sapped...my arms were so shaky that I dropped the bottle of wine on the hard wooden floor...and watched the dark red wine splatter in every direction. This was actually the recent occasion I mentioned in the last meme on my blog on which I cried. I just sat down and cried, then I cleaned up the wine. I love the illustration on your post - that really sums it up! Have some cream of wheat (do you put a square of dark chocolate in your cream of wheat? I do - yummy!), and feel better soon! That light tent sounds like a wonderful thing, and will surely be worth it.... Oh, poor Eve! That is truly a terrible day…and it sounds all too familiar. I have that kind of day about once a week, which seems to be standard for life in NYC on a budget below the poverty line. I travel 45 minutes on the train (incl. transfer) to get to a grocery store (Trader Joe’s) that is neither gentrified and insanely overpriced, nor dark, gloomy, scary and full of grey meats and a vast array of anything that is pre-processed, mega-processed, and re-processed all at once (those being our two local options). Then, I carry it all home on my back on the subway, where I fight off weirdos, smelly firtatious men, and loud, rude children. Then the struggle begins to get through several layers of doors and elevators with multiple locks, while carrying all this crap. Every time, my day is just shot – I’m so exhausted I can’t do anything else, and I end up eating half of what I bought to console myself (we don’t have TV, so no price is right). The one saving grace is that Trader Joe’s has that super-cheap wine store attached to it. Last time I went, I decided that since I was going to suffer anyway, I might as well carry one extra bottle of wine home, since I didn’t think anything else short of moving to another city would help. I dragged all that stuff home, including the nice bottle of a sweet Greek wine that I love that only cost $8…and when I was rushing to put it all away before my strength was completely sapped…my arms were so shaky that I dropped the bottle of wine on the hard wooden floor…and watched the dark red wine splatter in every direction. This was actually the recent occasion I mentioned in the last meme on my blog on which I cried. I just sat down and cried, then I cleaned up the wine.

I love the illustration on your post – that really sums it up! Have some cream of wheat (do you put a square of dark chocolate in your cream of wheat? I do – yummy!), and feel better soon! That light tent sounds like a wonderful thing, and will surely be worth it….

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