Monday, July 9, 2007

Crabmommy Goes Yogic

She who eschews exercise pontificates on the dubious benefits of yoga today, over at the bloglet.

In other news, at 3am last night something REALLY was going down on Crabcorner! Someone pounded on our front door! We were too terrified and groggy (how can you be terrified and groggy at the same time? Well, you can) to answer the door until it was too late and the pounder had disappeared. ...Someone from Crabcowboy-corner-compound, perhaps? Did they think we'd stolen their goat?


Inky Ink Inc. said...

Mysterious stuff indeed, Crabmommy! Any more silverware gone missing? Any puzzling poops in the foliage? Could possibly be goat-related, for if there's one ironclad Rule of the West it is never never NEVER mess with a man's goat!! There's a definitely David Lynch-esque quality to Crabcorner. said...

Ahh, I've lived in 'other' crab-corners ... I'm betting the party was going strong and they realized the JD (might be cc)and coke wasn't gonna hold out 'til morning. They were banging on the door hoping you'd sell 'em some bOoZe!

MommyKnows ... redneck culture!!

(Yes, it originally described those with sunburnt necks or the farmers who worked in the red dirt of the south, but now anyone rural and slightly backwards can be a redneck -- look it up at

They probably noticed your big liquor stash the day they stole the bbq fork!

You lush ... you're just asking for trouble.


LizLSB said...

You brought back a weird memory. Before we bought our house, my husband and I rented a duplex in a fairly quiet neighborhood. Someone came knocking on the door at 6am one morning (which is like 3am if you normally sleep in). This person didn't go away, however, and was very persistent. She began to call our names and declare she was "about to die!" We ran to the door to find my husband's crazy aunt, who lived one street away, banging on the door, begging for COFFEE, of all things. She had run out and apparently was going to die if she didn't get some. True story!

Anonymous said...

Holy crap! I'm telling you... I don't know what we are going to do with your goat stealing ways!!
Crazy... !
We've been having our mail stolen from time to time... odd, but true!
- Audrey
Pinks & Blues Girls

Gingers Mom said...

It would freak me out too to have someone pounding on my door in the dead of night.

Anonymous said...

Sorry, that was me. I was at the wrong house. :)

Seriously, though, I would have been terrified, too!

Jane, P&B Girls

Girl Land said...

I love your much. It's frickin' refreshing. :) thank you!

Leann I Am said...

Did you ever think it might have been the GOAT pounding on your door, seeking refuge?

Joey said...

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You, my dear, are awesome. Keep bein' real. It's very refreshing. (Can I use that word here?) LOL

I especially loved your crafts made out of feminine protection products. (I despise crafts and have often been chastised for it.)

I will be back!

Joey @ Pheistyblog