Friday, August 19, 2011

Defining moments

cur·mudg·eon



noun
a bad-tempered, difficult, cantankerous person.

Origin: 1570–80; unexplained; perhaps cur- representing cur
cur·mudg·eon·ly, adjective
grouch, crank, bear, sourpuss, crosspatch.

In the wild, a curmudgeon can be seen in southeastern Michigan residing on a street near Woodward Avenue. In the stories told about the crusty old curmudgeon, it is said it was the Woodward Dream Cruise that drove her to the brink and has caused perpetual surliness. There is no easy access to her street which has dozens of ancient cars blocking all egress. She cannot leave her home to ply her trade in an easy manner. A 10 minute commute under ordinary circumstances has turned into one hour dramatic affair mostly held, not at breakneck speeds, but at a standstill.

Phooey.

The curmudgeon would like the rest of the world to know that she will not tolerate this bullshit for long and at the butt crack of dawn, she plans on piling into her car and driving three hours west of this horrid annual event. Once at her destination, she will spend an obscene amount of money on yarn and fiber.

Yes, it's that time of year again, and this cranky old woman would much rather spend her time with goats, sheep and people who love fiber than stay in town inhaling the fumes only 110 octane fuel can deliver.

See ya later with pics.


17 comments:

Stephanie V said...

Looking forward to the loot from your shopping spree. A good way to beat 'em!

Denise said...

I had to go back a year to find out what you were on about. I understand, I used to live about a couple miles from a golf course that held an annual LPGA. It was hellaious the first year, can't remember what the event was but Princess Dianna showed up.

Heading far away to a fiber festival sounds like the best plan.

Miss 376 said...

ooh, can't wait to see what you bring back

Gail said...

Can't wait! Have a fantastic time.

Knitty said...

My husband used to work that cruise, sometimes putting in 20 hour day after a long week of overtime getting cars ready for it and escorting them to pre-day events for one of the corporate hosts. Now that he is retired, that bedlam is the last place we would choose to be. We're not 'crowd' people.

A retiree from the unnamed corporation is having a party this evening in a city northwest of where most of the cruise activity will occur. Our problem? We live southeast of this. I may pack a snack (and my knitting!) to keep us nourished as we see just how long it will take to cross Woodward.

SkippyMom said...

Just pet the yarn. Pet the yarn. Breathe in, breathe out. Pet the yarn. heehee

Can't wait to see what you bought. And Leo's new choices to sleep on. :)

Anonymous said...

Lighten Up...you are probaby wishing you still had your classic (1985 Escort - Manual Transmission)..If you had, you would have been zippin' up and down Woodward with the other hot rods.

The Bug said...

LOL at SkippyMom. I don't do yarn type crafts, but I'll bet petting the yarn would do wonders for my HPB. :)

Anonymous said...

hey i'll bring the 75 MGB next year and we zip along Woodward at the breakneck speed of 2 MPH and enjoy the festivities!!!!

Brenda said...

Sounds like fun to me!!!

KnittySue said...

OMG I don't blame you...can't wait to see your loot. Have a relaxing time.

Quiltluver said...

Can't blame you. I pretty much avoid the area. I like the cars, but can see it better on TV. Here's a link for you spoofing the cruise. Hope you had a good weekend! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8KLcI6dqssc&feature=share

Anonymous said...

Hey, just wondering if the Buffalo roving guy was at the festival. You can make a winter coat out of that fur...

P.S. new to your site and love it.

Empress Bee (of the high sea) said...

i dislike those old cars too, sarge LOVES them. ha ha

smiles, bee
xoxoxoxooxox

NCmountainwoman said...

Enjoy the excursion. Are you planning to build another room to hold all that yarn you are accumulating?

Mrs. G. said...

Gurl, I read your comment on my site. Go on that trip. I'm headin to Seaside this week for three days all alone due to poor planning. Go for it!

Betty F said...

That would be a huge pain in the neck.