Draw Something..my latest app craze.

While I make Andrew take my turn with Curtis in "draw something" (The app) we add eachother and he starts a game. Granted, Curtis is awesome..but he never texts back unless he doesn't understand a picture, it was amusing minutes later when he decided to text back lol. Anyways, I get Andrew totally addicted..and as cute as he is, he cannot draw very well..but is still a good sport about playing. My littlest nephew are along with me, so i try to keep the lingo and wording cleaner in his presence, we can only go so far! I see...two items. one is the word MARLY, and the other is a joint..tho I did not realize that until our discussion. Andrew: what does that look like to you? Holly: a beta-fish! Andrew: laughs. what do you associate with Marley? Holly: mmmmmmmm the dog! and the movie. Nephew: I thought of the movie too! Andrew: and? Holly: dreadlocks Andrew: and? Holly: weed! and you didn't spell Marley right Andrew: I know Nephew: what is that? :points to drawn joint picture: Holly: A beta-fish! Andrew: LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY TOGETHER WITH HOLLY. H: im not real good with drug references... A: I figured! H: :whispers: weed..ganja...mary jane...420...pot..hemp? i dont know!! Andrew: Its BUDDHA!!! H: BUDDHA??? I associate him with plates of food at the nail places..and the big green guy A: but I didnt wanna draw the big green guy. lol. no comment. We sure had a blast yesterday though :)

common.

chatterboxes.

big grins.

permanently angry at our exs.

pissed off easily, yet softhearted.

groups of people of all kinds excite us.

likes to complain, but have a positive attitude.

speaks with hands.

high energy.

loves/needs to socialize.

Naturally happy.

laughs easily.

smart.

technology dependant:

loves angry birds and facebook.

surrounded by drama non stop in some way shape or form.

enjoys eachothers company and attention.

smaller type of people.

textaholic.

tempermental.

lovable too.

interest in other people.

compassionate/forgiving.

Im impressed.

Why Max could never be my wingwoman.

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.

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.

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.

Im a mess LOL

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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!