Bullets For You!

Welcome to Wednesday!  We here at The Sheepish House Of Calendar Confusion like Wednesday.  We get to cheat on the ol' blog.  No train of thought required.  Just my random bullet points.  As this is the first full week I've had to work in I-Dunno-How-Long, I can't be sure that it is really Wednesday.  But, I'm pretty sure it is.  So I'm going for the Wednesday Night Bullet Post!

*Several people commented yesterday upon my amazing coordination after learning of my knitting whilst pedaling on the exercise bike.  I could take the low road and just bask in all the glory.  But that would be wrong.

*While I have, indeed, knit on a regular-type exercise bike, the one I use now is not really the same.  I'd feel guilty lying. 

*And I already did a post about this a year ago so anyone who read that would just say, "Hey, aren't you the one with the mini fitness pedaler who just bikes from her couch?  What a liar you are!  We cast scornful looks upon you and will henceforth mock you openly given the least little opportunity.  That'll teach you Ms. Liar-Pants"

*I have precariously balanced self-esteem.  This could tip things negatively.

*Four years ago, closing in on two hundred pounds and on the advice of my doctor, I purchased a portable cycle like this one.  I've used it faithfully since then.  I don't weigh two hundred pounds anymore.  

*And I can knit.

*Look:

It's The Blindingly Bright Brioche Baby Blankie!!!

*Actually, the colors settled down a little bit once knit unto one another.  I was giving it to baby one way or the other.

*But it's nice to know that I won't be causing any permanent retina damage to the little feller.

*The power went out this afternoon while I was pedaling on the little bike.  That was bearable.  But having no TV while I did the strength training portion of the Fitness Torture Session was unpleasant.

*I like electricity.  I like it a lot.  I'm a fan.  You could call me a groupie, if you want.

*The Blindingly Bright Brioche Baby Blankie didn't light up the room quite as much as I'd hoped.  

*I had baked beans for dinner.  I don't like baked beans, really.

*Which begs two questions:  1.  Why was I craving beans from a can for dinner?  2.  If I don't like baked beans, why did I have a can in the cupboard?

*I am now afraid of zombies and The Robin Hood Of Baked Beans.  Some strange man in tights is sneaking into my home and giving me baked beans that he liberated from the Bean Moguls.

*The list of things I fear is growing.  I may never sleep again...

*Does anyone happen to know where January went?  I know it was here.  I remember taking down the Christmas Tree and not making resolutions.  I've lost January!  Who does one call in a situation like this?

*Maybe I have brain damage from the brightness of the blankie or the beans...

I got nuthin' else.  That's it.  I'm just sitting over here eating beans, knitting a BBBBB and feeling better about telling the truth about my poor balance on an exercise bike.  I live on the edge most of the time, right?

You'd think I'd have better balance, wouldn't ya?

SA