hunting season.

I hate hunting.

I get the point of it and all that so I don't publicly bash on it (although sometimes I'd like to, especially when people post their photos of dead deer on the FB, I mean seriously I don't want to effin see it jackass!).

Anyways, besides the picturing innocent animals getting their lives taken at gun point....I really hate it because it kinda upsets my outdoor adventuring.

Although, it does mean me and my dog get to match day in and day out (hunter orange, woot woot!)....it also means we get to totally blow up hunter's hot spots on a regular basis as we trudge through the woods.

But the best thing about this hunting season is that the baby fawn colored cow on my road gets to wear a sweet ass orange colored neckwarmer.

friday favorites.

My Thanksgiving was absolutely delicious, like the whole day.

I literally stuffed my face, cleaned my plate, and went up for seconds before anyone else was done with the first round.

And the pecan pie my Mom made, swooooon.

I swear Thanksgiving meal is like the fucking best ever.

Anyways, on to the favorites because yesssssss, it is Friday.

First some National Geographic Photos of the Day.

I'm Lithuanian, and totally embrace it.  This picture of a Lithuanian morning landscape by Eugenijus Rauduve is amazing.

And this one by Michael Melford of the Salmon River in Idaho, rocks.

Ummm, I want to be on this tundra trek in Svalbard, photo by June Jacobsen.  Seriously, I want to go, like yesterday.

I found this article on Cities That Have Vanished to be really neat.  There are so many reasons why a city could be found desolate, and the history of the place and the people just captivates me.  Yes, hello dork, I just said captivate.

Prepare yourself: 25 Sexy Chests to be Thankful for.  Seriously, and my man Ryan Gosling is the first photo, boom.  And then, Prince Harry, sigh.

Another photo slideshow, this one of Marilyn & animals, love it.

No secret I love Nicole Richie, and when I saw this photo I was so pumped!  I loooove the dress, but my favorite part is how amazing each accessory is!  Literally, she owned the arm party, neck candy, simple clutch, and kick ass heels.

And finally, well said Ward Foley, well said.

Enjoy your weekend!

thankful.

I have a lot of things to be thankful for.

A lot.

A kick ass dogster side-kick.

A great family.

Fantastic friends.

A sweet place to live.

A steady job (although I hate it).

And an absolutely delish meal tomorrow.

Despite all these things, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

By wrong side, I mean that side of the bed you wake up on and want to punch everyone in the face all day.

I'm aiming to wake up on the right side tomorrow and fill my face with complete deliciousness until I'm quite sure I will explode.

Enjoy your Thanksgiving creepers.

friday favorites.

Lemon drop martinis are delish.

But they permit me to convince myself I should send facebook messages, probaly when I shouldn't.

Like to the guy I suggested getting drinks to last night - which I will likely not get a response from.  Whoops.

Or to a girl I used to coach in soccer who is going to become a hairdresser - a link with a picture requesting that she learn how to make my hair look exactly like that.  And that if she so happens to find mermaid pants like the ones being worn - to please snag them for me because I would like to wear them everyday.

Realistically I would probaly only wear them every weekend.  They look like I could own the dance floor.

Anyways, it's Friday and I can drink as many martinis as I would like as long as a computer is not within reach because I have zero self control.

Favorites time!

I'm a big fan of well-done graffiti or brightening up old and falling apartness.  Like not tacky, smorgasborg of shit, but well done murals.  These Love Letter For You Murals are amazing.  More places please!

Really?!  A photo gallery of Ryan Gosling versus Ryan Reynolds and their dogs?  Holy crap, love times about a thousand.  And as a side note, I'll take 'em both anyday.

People Magazine's Sexiest Man Alive and Honorees, oh yea....um sure....let me just browse through those pictures several times today.

This photo from bing kinda looks like it should be from Jurassic Park or something, but instead it's clouds covering a seabird rookery high on a sea stack cliff on Boreray Island, St. Kilda archipelago, in Scotland.

So I have a pretty serious love affair with gold colored dresses (I swear it's because of the dress Kate Hudson wore in How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days)....and well, so when I saw Zoe Saldana rocking this dress, I definitely ran a google search for some look alikes.

And then I came across this picture of Nicole Richie.  Honestly, I want her closet, everything she wears is fucking awesomeness.

My must travel to list grows by the day because of articles like 10 islands to explore before you die.  Holy crap, yes!

Now for a whole slew of pictures from National Geographic Photo of the Day. 

First up, holy amazingness.  Photo of a lion in Uganda by Joel Sartore.  Blew me away.

The Owyhee River in Idaho, taken by Michael Melford.

I love this shot of a girl with a pail in Tibet, taken by Li Fan.

I'm no city girl, as I've said before.  But this picture of skyscrapers in Dubai by Catalin Marin is seriously sick.

Annnnd, that's all I've got for now.  I gots to wrap up shop and get home to my dogster with the hurt leg.

We're majorly bummin' and laying low hoping like heck he heals up asap.

Have a good weekend creepers.

thought for thursday.

disaster set-up.

99.9 % of the time I refuse any offers of being "set-up."

It's just not my thing, it's uncomfortable, I end up talking way too fast & too much, and generally being absurdly ridiculous.

However, I have a friend, who happens to be the best friend of an ex-boyfriend, who I was with for nearly 4 years, that wanted to set me up with one of his buddies.

His rationale: he's a really nice guy, rich, and travels all over the world.

After a couple months of brushing it off, I figured why the hell not.

So Friday night we made plans for my friend to pick me up and we would go meet his buddy for dinner & drinks. 

I even had rules: I had to wash my hair, not wear moccasins, and no plaid.  So I fussed myself up, think skinny jeans, knee high boots, hair spray in my Shakira-esque hair, and threw on some extra make-up.

We had some road sodas on the way, which was way necessary to calm my nerves - or rather loosen me up so I was my chatter-bug self, plus some.

We arrived, met, grabbed some seats at the bar, he seemed nice, we chatted, had some drinks, and ordered burgers.

I love that I ordered an enormous cheeseburger, and the boys did too.  No ensaladas here creepers, no sir.

Anyways, my first impression was that he was a bit smug and very army.  By very army, I mean you legit looked at him, and you knew he was in the army.  There was no question about it, ya know?

So then we proceeded to head to the Legion bar for the town.

We began playing some pool, which I'm terrible at, but I'm a pretty enthusiastic player and I enjoy myself, mostly.

There was a rogue girl sitting at one of the pub tables near the pool table, that I began chatting with.  Several minutes into the conversation she started bawling.

By bawling, I mean seriously, crying.  Tears down the face and all.

I began to panic, like what the hell happened here.

She ran outside to smoke a cigarette.

Phew ok.

Anyways, back to pool.  A ways into playing, which I was teamed up with my friend, and we were playing 2 random guys who were already there, the set-up man teamed up with a girl at another table.

No biggie, but it was pretty clear we weren't hitting it off.

So after a while, when it became blatantly obvious that every time we spoke it turned into a discussion of the army, or him becoming very intense, or an argument that I would attempt to diffuse by being silly, I gave up.

I decided damn, that guy at the bar is smokin'.  I'm gonna go chat him up.

Which I did, and he bought me a shot.  And we flirted a bit.

Then on my return to my friend, a girl pulled me aside:

Heyy, um are you from around here?

Not really, like 45 minute away.

Well, I am, and just a heads up, that guy you were chatting up is on trial for manslaughter.

Oh, right, ok thanks.

Sigh, are you serious?

Anyways, so on the night progressed and the arguments continued.

Now I would never bash the army, I wouldn't.  I respect it, I know my life is the way it is because they are present.

But I have zero desire to discuss the army ALL NIGHT LONG.

I also have zero desire to hear how every single country in the world is miserable and terrible and there is nothing positive about it.  And that if I adopt a refugee child, it will murder me in my sleep.  (I'm serious, that's what he said to me).

Because that's just fucked up.

There is something positive in everything, EVERYTHING.

So I high tailed it to the bathroom where on my way a pleasant gentleman told me I resembled Salma Hayek, which nearly made me pee my pants, because my body is like that of a 12 year old pre-adolescent boy....and in no way close to resembling Salma.  But anyways, apparently I resemble a young, Only Fools Rush In, Salma or something, minus the curves.

Anyways, I got back, to find out manslaughter man and his friends were going to fight army man, like 3 versus 1 style.

I flat out told them it was the dumbest thing I ever heard and then went and threw down on the dance floor.

I mean, there were some good tunes happening.

Thankfully, someone threw a white flag and there was no after bar brawl.

Anyways, the night had clearly come to an end.

Clearly.

So me and my friend hit the road and dialed my sister up and put her on speaker phone.

She was obviously drunk as she somehow misconstrued the situation to that of my friend setting me up with a murderer.  Which she was screaming at him on the phone.

It was hilarious, and a great closer to the evening.

Apparently though the set-up man felt bad the next day and thinks he came across like a douch bag (duh).  And was actually interested and wants to talk to me, about things other than the army, to which I said he has to talk about unicorns and moonbeams.

So now the real question is, second chance, or no second chance and how daring do I truly feel?

pee brain.

In the woods, like all the time.

If I'm headed somewhere and it hits me, on the side of the road.

In parking lots, on beaches, at soccer fields.

If there is a hold up at someone's house, a backyard.

Which one time in college, I was headed back from a party and stopped to pop a squat in a yard, because quite honestly I wasn't going to make it back, and as I was peeing someone inside the house threw on the outside lights.

Peeing in the spotlight, not amazing.

Sometimes when I wake up in the morning and bring my dog outside, it will strike like lightening, and I swear there will be no way I will make it back up my stairs to the bathroom, so I pop a squat in my own yard.

I know, I'm fucking classy.

But really, I just don't care.

If I have to go, I'm gonna go.

So as I was out hiking yesterday, and I hadn't seen anyone in nearly 2 hours, it hit. 

I've got to pee.

So with a quick glance either way down the trail, I popped a squat.

Boom, hello silent bicyclists appearing from no where.

There was clearly no way to cover up what I was doing.

So I just chirped a quick hello, which they proceeded to ignore, and everyone continued on their merry way.

It's a good thing running into those people in the future is seriously unlikely.

thought for thursday.

via blinks of life.

driving genius.

Remember that time I drove around for a couple days thinking my steering was messed up and in all actuality I had a flat tire?

I do.

I even remember attempting to put air in said tire and being incapable and having a worker come out, move my car to the garage, so that an elderly man could properly fill it up.

Then I got to work and as I headed down the stairs to the other building to pick up mail I sang to my coworker:

Here's the mail
it never fails
makes me want to wag my tail
when it comes I want to wail
MAAAIIILLL

The best part was as I opened the door with the final note of the Blue's Clues song, an administrator stood there with a huge smirk on his face.

Sigh, I'm so fucking amazing sometimes it's almost scary.

normalcy is over-rated.

I used to attempt to zip my lips when company came over and behave as "normally" as possible.

As I've become comfortable with being the whack-a-doo I am, I no longer sit in silence.

I chat and blabber on....and generally make myself laugh.

By generally, I mean ALL THE TIME.

But I've come to realize that with my endless chatter, I make outsiders more comfortable.

For example my sister brought a boy to the house for the first time I can recall.  Mind you it was for an errand, but regardless, he still was the one who drove her there, 2 hours out of his way.

Anyways, it was not a request, but rather a demand that I be at the house when they arrived.

And I'm quite certain it was because I can sit there, tell ridiculous stories, get chit-chatter going, and make it more comfortable for everyone else present because they can band together and laugh about my absurdities.

I'm cool with that.

friday favorites.

Alright so an electrical truck came down to our lost valley this morning.

Threw down some cones and shouted "Holy fuck!  This is nuts!  That's the high voltage wire!"

Talking about the wire that nearly tore me down.

Then they beat feet and drove away.

Getting my power back is not looking good friends.

Anyways, it's Friday - so power or no power, keep on keepin' on.

National Geographic Photo of the Day right off the bat - serious they had 3 amazing photos I'm so diggin.  And it just dawned on me that all three were taken by this Michael Melford.  I didn't pick them based on the photographer, but ironically they all were him.  Kudos Mister Melford.

Here is the Great Kobuk Sand Dunes in Alaska - photo credit: Michael Melford.

Next the Merced River in Yosemite, photo credit: Michael Melford.

And finally, Leaves on Cascade Lake, photo credit: Michael Melford.

Throwback anything rocks my world, I mean seriously I spent the first half of my week feeling like I was living in Little House on the Prairie.  Anyways,  I kinda want to take a trip to visit all these Time-Warp Towns.  Who's in?

I love arm candy.  And these Mango Tree ones are way neat.  Kinda want a whole bunch.

I'm all about doing your part in making changes and helping the world any way you can.  Could it be anymore simple than just clicking your computer mouse?  Feed animals, feed people, protect wildlife, and so much more!  DO IT PEOPLE.

Cute little article on how owning a dog prepares you for having a baby.  No baby for me anytime soon - no worries, but the article is cute!

Awwww, dinosaur love!

Enjoy your weekend creepers!

pretty disaster.

I posted a picture on my facebook this morning.

It was a photo of the snowy trees after the devastating snowstorm last weekend.

I labled it "a pretty disaster."

One of my friends immediately wrote underneath it

just like you Twigs!

I suppose being a pretty disaster isn't such a bad thing.

I mean at least I'm a happy mess.

the lost valley.

We received a freak Halloween snowstorm.

Well really, it was before Halloween, but that's just specifics people.

Anyways, it was snowing like crazy - and me and my Momma-dukes got stuck out on the roads after running errands.

By stuck I mean a 40 minute drive took 2+ hours.

I ended up having to call my landpeople's son to come meet us because my Moms was nervous she wouldn't make it down my road.

It was an excellent choice as he needed to plow the way down the road to get me home.

So I got home, bundled up and decided to take a quick trip with my dog down the road.

Off we went - him gloriously happy about the thickening snow and me happily trotting behind him.

Then we turned back, we got to the end of my driveway and SNAAAAAP, whiiiip, blackness.

I hope you appreciated those written sounds.

A tree snapped directly in front of me.

The whiiiip was the wire falling down too.

And the blackness, well, not really a sound but everything went black, ya know?

So I took my headlamp and looked down.

The freaking live wire missed me by approximately 1 foot.

1 foot, people.

And then that wire nearly started a fire, but the snow was coming down too heavy.

I booked it for the house.

Clearly not my apartment.

This called for drastic measures.

I moved into my landpeople's home, because it was warm.  Wood stove warm.

The following morning, me and my dog went for a trip down the road to check out the situation.

The situation looked like a tornado barreled through our little valley and everything was covered in snow.

Chainsaws rock my world.

So do the gentlemen on my road who chainsawed our way out.

The wires, well.

We are all driving over them at this point.

Facebook friends are all status posting about these electric trucks, town vehicles, and army trucks.

We've seen none of this in the valley.

NONE.

It's likely to be a couple weeks before we re-gain power.

I mean seriously, the entire road is gonna need to be re-wired.

But I will say I have a new found respect for generators.

A neighbor lent us theirs after a few days.

GLORIOUS.