So, im falling fast for this guy. He works semi close, Lets just say his name is Andrew..because the odds of him ever reading this blog are very slim.
He happens to work about a mile from my house. Which is awesome. Maxwell and I are always out walking. For those of you that do not know me, Max is my troublesome inquisitive cute but abnoxious border collie.
So, Silly me. I decide to drop in today to drop off a paper for a different employee. My muse is in.
He walks to the door, I exclaim I do not want to come in because I have stinky with me (did I mention Max is due for a grooming, natty dread-y, and quite stinky from living much of his life outdoors?)
Anyways, whereas most people wouldnt bring a smelly dog to a persons place they are certainly interested in, i guess im a little different.
So, first.. it goes like this:
Hey Andrew...could you give this paper ::YANK:: Max! stop it!! Sorry Andrew...could you give this ::jerks back:: MAX!! Sorry......I am so sorry.
Andrew laughs, he seemingly likess dogs but stood in front of the door. The machine next door kept scaring Max, so he told us to come in (after I finished explaining why I was there).
I bring him in, hes stinkier then he seems. While he reeks up the store, and begins farting (clearly he was as nervous as I was). I begin to turn red. REALLY praying that Andrew does not think that the odor is coming from me.
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I warned Max ahead of time..but I can give you a million stories to how that dog has done something embarrassing or dangerous through the years...more then any dog I have ever owned in my life.
Anyways...as my embarrassment goes on, Max finally settles down.
Andrew and I start talking..my prime goal was to compliment his smile he kept showing me. As I ease the conversation into that..I hear a THUD.
I look behind me, Maxwell is standing his front feet on the ice cream case.
I yank him off gently, and get back to my conversation, clearly..my dignity was not there with me that night.
Andrew and I continue our convo, I laugh because Max kept staring at his reflection in the beer case...he puts his front feet on the counter in front between Andrew and I.
I giggle and so does he..I again say "Max get down!"
So he wanders off again, Andrew gets out one of those beef jerky silver dollars and sets it on the counter..he calls Max back to the counter, Max puts his front feet up, grabs the silver dollar, takes it to the floor..and GAGS this REALLY loud barf gag.
My dignity ran off, met me at home with my dinner later. I told Max "PLEASE dont throw up in the store, boy"
Andrew laughs again. Thank God he has a good sense of humor. I then exclaim that I better get him home and go eat dinner, afraid of what Max could pull as I would leaving.
I then told Andrew id see him later in the week, and left.
That, is why my dog is probably the worlds worst wingwoman...but I love that stinky furball anyway.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
Bob Ross, the original hipster?
So, I have always related Bob Ross to the city of Portland OR. Having grown up next door to it, I recall it being a place where the hippies and artists united and gathered. The artists, free spirited. As much as I make fun of it, some of the people are pretty awesome. Tho I still prefer the attitude of Seattle, the hospitality and friendliness they offer compared to the rest, I also believe that Portland has a definate oddball way of living.
Of course, we are talking about hipster town, so I question: was Bob Ross the original hipster?. White guy, artsy-fartsy...not afraid to be free spirited. As he beats his paintbrush against the bar to shake the water at it, giggles and says "HAHA! just beat the devil out of it!" I noticed how funky/trendy he truly is. A lot of people have made fun of his cheery disposition as the years have gone by. Now, part of his character, his look and odd ways..are trendy.
Fuzzy beard, afro...striped button up shirt are only the visuals. Everything else, kind of explains itself at that point. Looking at him as a man, and not just a guy with fancy brush strokes.. hes so masculant. In terms of, he really is not afraid to have a soft side. Give his pictures character...love his squirrels, and load his paintbrush with gorgeous colors and verbal BLUPS! and happy little trees.
Anyways...unfortunately, Bob Ross left us long ago from lymphoma. His legacy though, and skill/ability will hopefully be an inspiration to all people, hipsters and non hipsters alike.
Of course, we are talking about hipster town, so I question: was Bob Ross the original hipster?. White guy, artsy-fartsy...not afraid to be free spirited. As he beats his paintbrush against the bar to shake the water at it, giggles and says "HAHA! just beat the devil out of it!" I noticed how funky/trendy he truly is. A lot of people have made fun of his cheery disposition as the years have gone by. Now, part of his character, his look and odd ways..are trendy.
Fuzzy beard, afro...striped button up shirt are only the visuals. Everything else, kind of explains itself at that point. Looking at him as a man, and not just a guy with fancy brush strokes.. hes so masculant. In terms of, he really is not afraid to have a soft side. Give his pictures character...love his squirrels, and load his paintbrush with gorgeous colors and verbal BLUPS! and happy little trees.
Anyways...unfortunately, Bob Ross left us long ago from lymphoma. His legacy though, and skill/ability will hopefully be an inspiration to all people, hipsters and non hipsters alike.
Friday, February 24, 2012
My Cats as people.
My cats if they were people:
Tigger would be the druggie, the coke addict, the one who has tried everything under the sun, and possibly even a dealer.
Baxter would be the quiet, oddball one who sits and watches tv most of the time, and is a little bit slower then the rest and sneaky, but likeable too.
Mr Jingles would be: the wise ass, the leader, control freak...the guy who is the Don of the mafia. Kind of like, Sonny on General hospital. Kind, gentle, but if you cross him, you're going to get whacked!
Tucker would be the funny kid, trying every sport in the world. Toying with all the girls and using his charm to get what he wants. Maybe even a car theif, criminal mastermind.
Oliver: well, he would be the guy who helps the criminal. THe guy who hops in the passenger seat as Tucker is stealing the car.
Lily: she would be the snob. Only shops at Hollister, or Aeropostale on Thursdays. Yet, always keeping her twin brothers in check. Keeping them clean, playing mama cat, but yet all the same, just being a priss in her off time.
Tigger would be the druggie, the coke addict, the one who has tried everything under the sun, and possibly even a dealer.
Baxter would be the quiet, oddball one who sits and watches tv most of the time, and is a little bit slower then the rest and sneaky, but likeable too.
Mr Jingles would be: the wise ass, the leader, control freak...the guy who is the Don of the mafia. Kind of like, Sonny on General hospital. Kind, gentle, but if you cross him, you're going to get whacked!
Tucker would be the funny kid, trying every sport in the world. Toying with all the girls and using his charm to get what he wants. Maybe even a car theif, criminal mastermind.
Oliver: well, he would be the guy who helps the criminal. THe guy who hops in the passenger seat as Tucker is stealing the car.
Lily: she would be the snob. Only shops at Hollister, or Aeropostale on Thursdays. Yet, always keeping her twin brothers in check. Keeping them clean, playing mama cat, but yet all the same, just being a priss in her off time.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Im a mess LOL
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Tuesday, February 7, 2012
I love Portlandia. ( i took this from them and brought it over)
Fred: remember the 90s when everyone was pickling their own vegetables, and brewing their own bear...growing out their mutton chops, and waxing their handle bar mustaches? yeah everyone was knitting, and wearing glasses all the time, like contact lenses were never invented. :sings: The dream of the 1890's is alive in Portlannddddd. microbrew or die! :speaks: when children grew up to be artisan bakers, everyone had home made haircuts, and guys shaved with straight razors?
Carrie: yeah I dont remember it, but i remember reading about it.
belts didnt really exist yet, everyone wore suspendors, carved their own ice cubes.
Carrie: I thought that died out 120 years ago
Fred: :sideways smirk: not in Portland.
sings its the dream of the
remember the 1890s when the economy was in a tailspin? unwashed young men roamed the streets looking for work? and people turned their back on huge corporate monopolys and supported local businesses?
Carrie: I thought we had to support local corporations! i thought they were to big to fail!
Fred:
well in Portland, people raise their own chickens and cure their own beef!
:sings dream of the 1890s is in Portland, the skinny is strong and alive in Portland:
Carrie: so from what your saying, its like president McKinley was never assassinated? its like the 20th century never happened?
Fred: exactly.
Carrie: people rode streetcars, and inconvenient Penny Farthing bicycles that hurt your back?
Fred: Yeah!
Carrie: yeah I dont remember it, but i remember reading about it.
belts didnt really exist yet, everyone wore suspendors, carved their own ice cubes.
Carrie: I thought that died out 120 years ago
Fred: :sideways smirk: not in Portland.
sings its the dream of the
remember the 1890s when the economy was in a tailspin? unwashed young men roamed the streets looking for work? and people turned their back on huge corporate monopolys and supported local businesses?
Carrie: I thought we had to support local corporations! i thought they were to big to fail!
Fred:
well in Portland, people raise their own chickens and cure their own beef!
:sings dream of the 1890s is in Portland, the skinny is strong and alive in Portland:
Carrie: so from what your saying, its like president McKinley was never assassinated? its like the 20th century never happened?
Fred: exactly.
Carrie: people rode streetcars, and inconvenient Penny Farthing bicycles that hurt your back?
Fred: Yeah!
Friday, January 20, 2012
Charlie Day deleted his twitter.
You know, I was one of those fans that sat and watched the whole thing unfold on twitter and at my tag (lovepirate9) I did ask him to retweet me.
Basic version of the story: Charlie Day was talking to his fans... and people kept asking and asking him to retweet them and say Hi. He retweeted for a while...then he got seemingly frustrated..and made a comment about deleting his twitter account.
So...my theories are:
A. He left to spend more time with his son who was about to be born (and his wife). That may have been a semi-graceful exit?
B. the constant tweets drove him insane (not that he shouldn't have expected a lot of replies..people love him!)
Thats juat about all. Honestly..this blog sucks. However..there are fewer things more frustrating then writing up a giant blog..and it disappointing after you hit POST.
Monday, January 16, 2012
NO ONE should stand in the way of your dreams.
The other day, I was at a nice dinner with my family. Looking at the blow up alcoholic advertisements that were above us in the restaurant... I thought of one of my many inventive ideas that I consistently come up with but ends up going nowhere but a side thought that I think of often again and again.
My Mom butts in (oh I love her, but shes good at popping my idea bubbles) with “Don't you think that idea has already been thought of by some great inventor?” “Do you see your name next too GREAT INVENTOR or AUTHOR or something?” and “Being a dreamer gets you no where in life, your Dad was like that too and he never had a thing in life.” and something about me having my head in the clouds, I don't know, it was all kind of a blur as the conversation flowed.
Of course, segments of her words of wit used to have a way of dragging me down, but since ive aged ive learned when to ignore her opinions, and when to listen to her respectfully. As a kid, I idolized her, everything she said was right, and of course I flopped back and forth through the years.Then as a teenager, nothing she said was right, and now as a young adult we are not always on the same page, but I see where she is coming from a lot more. I have my idea on life and what I want to do with myself, completely different then what she has/had. Shes realistic, gets up, goes to work everyday and has an idea, that that is what life is suppose to be, that is the only way to make a living.
So, if my coffee cup can keep my coffee warm for hours after I brew it in the morning, if my client with very low circulation can have a device to keep her warm as she rests in the AM, if I can access an entire world of life at my fingertips and a keyboard, and do so from a phone, if I can take a pill to make a bad stomache or headache go away, then there must be more potential products just waiting for the right idea to boost it, right?
Anyways, yes, I do see my name next to author one day, nothing wrong with that, right? Inventor, not at all, but I do have some innovative products on the brain, I obviously have a lack of motivation issue (really, sitting blogging like this even takes a special kind of fire up my ass that I wish I felt more often because writing is something I enjoy).
Yeah, my Dad was a dreamer. He also had other issues that I believe were in result of him not being able to have much. He also was young when he passed away in a terrible truck accident when some idiot fell asleep behind the wheel. he never had the chance too show off what he could do, I am not sure, and will never know if he had what it takes, but I do know, that I can live that dream for him, since he never had the chance.
There are days I wake up, get to my morning client, and ask myself “what am I going to do the rest of my life?” I do not mind my job now, its stable, I have met some wonderful people, I also plan on sticking with it through school, or a big product endorsement, and even while I expand my art business thats in the works. I just feel as if, one of these inventive crazy as shit ideas of mine, can take off. Something that can help someone in need, or a new product that will be (even if) not a hit, available for those that want it.
I see nothing wrong with wanting to have a great future for my kids. I want to one day be able to make enough money to start Eddie's college fund (and my other future not conceived quite yet kids as well) and be able to take them places all around the US, and Disney trips of course :) anyways, dreamer or not, I see nothing wrong with trying. I do not want 80 something years of dreams that go no where, I want to be able to turn one into something special. Will I get that opportunity and do I have it in me? Well see.
My Mom butts in (oh I love her, but shes good at popping my idea bubbles) with “Don't you think that idea has already been thought of by some great inventor?” “Do you see your name next too GREAT INVENTOR or AUTHOR or something?” and “Being a dreamer gets you no where in life, your Dad was like that too and he never had a thing in life.” and something about me having my head in the clouds, I don't know, it was all kind of a blur as the conversation flowed.
Of course, segments of her words of wit used to have a way of dragging me down, but since ive aged ive learned when to ignore her opinions, and when to listen to her respectfully. As a kid, I idolized her, everything she said was right, and of course I flopped back and forth through the years.Then as a teenager, nothing she said was right, and now as a young adult we are not always on the same page, but I see where she is coming from a lot more. I have my idea on life and what I want to do with myself, completely different then what she has/had. Shes realistic, gets up, goes to work everyday and has an idea, that that is what life is suppose to be, that is the only way to make a living.
So, if my coffee cup can keep my coffee warm for hours after I brew it in the morning, if my client with very low circulation can have a device to keep her warm as she rests in the AM, if I can access an entire world of life at my fingertips and a keyboard, and do so from a phone, if I can take a pill to make a bad stomache or headache go away, then there must be more potential products just waiting for the right idea to boost it, right?
Anyways, yes, I do see my name next to author one day, nothing wrong with that, right? Inventor, not at all, but I do have some innovative products on the brain, I obviously have a lack of motivation issue (really, sitting blogging like this even takes a special kind of fire up my ass that I wish I felt more often because writing is something I enjoy).
Yeah, my Dad was a dreamer. He also had other issues that I believe were in result of him not being able to have much. He also was young when he passed away in a terrible truck accident when some idiot fell asleep behind the wheel. he never had the chance too show off what he could do, I am not sure, and will never know if he had what it takes, but I do know, that I can live that dream for him, since he never had the chance.
There are days I wake up, get to my morning client, and ask myself “what am I going to do the rest of my life?” I do not mind my job now, its stable, I have met some wonderful people, I also plan on sticking with it through school, or a big product endorsement, and even while I expand my art business thats in the works. I just feel as if, one of these inventive crazy as shit ideas of mine, can take off. Something that can help someone in need, or a new product that will be (even if) not a hit, available for those that want it.
I see nothing wrong with wanting to have a great future for my kids. I want to one day be able to make enough money to start Eddie's college fund (and my other future not conceived quite yet kids as well) and be able to take them places all around the US, and Disney trips of course :) anyways, dreamer or not, I see nothing wrong with trying. I do not want 80 something years of dreams that go no where, I want to be able to turn one into something special. Will I get that opportunity and do I have it in me? Well see.
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