The Blog Of Quynn

Hello, Bloggers.
I first off want to say a Happy Thanks giving, this year I am thankful for so much in my life, mostly my family, who is so kind for letting me use their computer to run Bailey Vannil: The Blog Of Quynn.
I've never taken up the sport of knitting. It's for old people I always thought, I don't think that anymore. I now take knitting lessons everyday. Knitting is my martial arts... A old woman sat in her rocking chair on a early November 25 morning, with a window stuck open, she sat rocking back and forth, and knitting a woolen sweater for her grandchildren for Christmas.
"Clack, Clack" Went the woman's foot-long needles banging together, connecting green, red, and white colors in vertical lines.
Now let me get this straight. This is a 70 something year old Grannie. Not harmful, like I said, a Grannie! Someone's Grannie!
But as the poor old woman was knitting, she heard a noise, coming from her apartment fire excape, a clacking noise, almost identical to her knitting needles. But, the woman was old for god's sake; so she shrugged it off, and assumed that it was her hearing aid acting up!
The woman soon dozed of, not really asleep, but not really paying attention to was was happening.
Soon, the old woman startled by an odd feeling on her shoulder quickly grabed her knitting needles, but was stuck with a feeling of complete and utter pain in her head; seeing a young man ripping her hear off her head, Grannie has taken some lessons in self defence in the 7th grade, but she didn't remember anything, anymore. But, Grannie out-smarted the man, twisted around; took her golden knitting needle and stabbed him..In the chest, not meaning to, the eye would do.
The man moaned in pain...
"I just wanted the wig.. And the CD player" Grannie's eyes moved down to his arms, full with movies and usless electronics.
"Oh, dear goodness!" The woman gasped, but even as harmless and 'sweet' as the Grannie was, in her little mind she still thought: "Outa teach him right! This is 100% real hair; as been sense day one, til day......25,550!"
Grannie rushed the man to the E.R but still sued him for breaking and entering, pulling her hair, and calling her hair fake. And, even though Grannie stabbed the man in the chest, almost killing him, she still won..
The man did not die, however had to get oh-so-many stiches in his chest, and give a couple thousand dollars to Grannie, who now had enough money to call the apartment managment, and ask them to un-stuck her window, so no more stealers could break into her pecan smelling house and try stealing her 'wig' which in actuallyity was not a wig, and electrionics, but she didn't care about those.
Grannie, a dear friend of me advised ME and YOU to no longer judge knitting as a old lady sport, but as self defence, a martail arts of some sort.
-Bailey Vannil
Tune in tomorrow for another adventure with Bailey Vannil, The Blog Of Quynn.