Marmot Pass

Hiked to Marmot Pass today. 11 miles round trip. I, of course, forgot my camera, so I have stolen this picture off the internet. It is from Ned Lowry from 1975, coincidentally the year I was born. Today looked like this but 30 years later and less snow. Also there were no clouds. I did my usual plant stealing covert operations on the way down, including a chocolate lily that made me very happy. I need GPS!!! Oh, and I hurt everywhere and am sporting a lovely red shade on many parts of my body. My husband rolled around in the snow and then asked our four year old if he was going to also. Boy rolled his eyes at Dad and said, "No that's crazy."

Disgruntled note: Did not see one damn marmot. We saw a chipmunk and told the boy it was a marmot so he at least was satisfied.
-Willow

Ugly Ebay; Picasso at the We Be Bop Store

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It was a stormy night, thunder could be heard rolling off in the distance. Lightning flashed and licked the earth scorching the ground. Six feet beneath the surface something was stirring. The famous painter Picasso was struggling to be free. Smashing through his rickety coffin he clawed his way to the top. Ripping through the dirt and rocks he ached to be out. Finally, he burst into the open air!
And while the rain poured down on him, the thunder booming and the lightning cracking, he tossed his arms up into the air and shouted
"I must design a shirt!"
And it was done, and here it is for you to see.
Lillys rating: Better off dead

In a city in the Great State of Texas, in a small store called the We Be Bop, something stirred gently in the winds, something large, 4X large. Matilda jerked back involuntarily wincing as the shirt escaped from its hanger and flew towards her, enveloping her in its cool cotton embrace. The vibrant colors began writhing around her sucking into her, pulling at her soul. The horror of the moment drew out into an anguish of eternity, as to Matildas terrified disbelief the shirt pulled her into its fabric. . . leaving her [allid yellow face etched into its cool cotton print. . . as it had done to so many unfortunate objects and people before her. . . and as it would again. . somewhere in the Great State of Texas, in the We Be Bop

Willows rating: Seriously folks, 43$. We Be Bopping on out of here.

Marmot Pass

Tomorrow I am hiking up to Marmot Pass with my husband and four year old son. I got to wondering, "What is a Marmot?" Evidentally at Marmot Pass there are marmots so I want to be able to identify the proper varmit as a marmot. This is a 10 1/2 mile hike which I expect to finally do in my 29 year old knees. Oh well, such is life. I guess I should have invited Jackie and Shawn to join us, but it appears to be a little late now.

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I thought it couldn't get worse but then I came acorss this beauty.
I call this one "When colors attack" The poor maniquin didn't have a chance.
To answer your first question, yes it has a bid on it. The going rate for a dream like this one? $12.00.
Apparently there was one person that spotted the dress and said "Wow! I must have that and wear it in public!" .....and ment it!
I wish I could say more but its starting to make my eyes hurt.
Lillys rating : So this is what its like when doves cry.

Sometime during Alabaster Annies tragic life, some cruel person told her she didn't look good in orange. Alabaster Annie took this a little to literally, and thought this person had suggested she then wear every other color under the sun. At once. Preferably in body clinging nylon. With black and white checks, and words, of which we can only see POP.
Willows rating: I would like to literally take this dresses suggestion and POP my eyes out of their socket.

Fortunately this dress has one saving grace. It has a low, low back, thus reducing the overall damage this dress can do to the fragile visual aspects of the global environmental.

"Check Engine" Light and Chinese Lanterns

I am driving over Mt. Walker to play scrabble with my grandma before Volleyball open gym ( I beat her by over 100 points), when to my dismay my "check engine" light comes on. This terrifies me, because I blew up the engine to my 1969 Ford Galaxie 500 when I ignored that little ominous "check engine" light. I get to my grandma's and my husband meets me there and we check all the fluids. Nothing seems amiss, except for a glowing "check engine" light taunting me with its knowledge that it knows something somewhere in engine land is going very very wrong. Now I am trapped in my own chaotic dream dance surrounded by pulsating check engines lights and I am powerless to control my own destiny. Willow

Ugly Ebay of the Week 2

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This weeks Ebay ugly I call a pot smokers dream.
All I think of when I look at this item is that some guy in his basement got really high then decided to sew. He went nuts with the blue, the shimmering purple and accenting greens.
Me thinks his pot was tanted with crack, bad juju.
I can't say much more about this one, I just don't know what they were thinking.
Lillys rating : Sometimes it makes me cry.

Sidney the swinger slicked back his greasy hair and toasted his frosted mug filled with fruit daquiri at the slim attractive girl at the hotel pool. "Hey baby." he said with a slimy smile he knew the girl would be unable to resist. Gold chains clunked heavily, getting tangled in the matted nest of hair covering his man boobs peeking out from the psychadelic and happenin's lounge wear bathrobe he proudly sported. "Real velvet baby, you wanna come feel daddys real soft velvet robe." The girl edged further away, her eyes mesmerized by the horror of his crooked tobacco stained teeth. Sidney thought, hey this babe can't look away from the old babe magnet that is Sidney the swinger, cloaked in this sexy like lightning both satin and velvet chick catcher. As Sidney started to go into what he called phase 2 of his hitherto unsuccessful seduction methods the unfortunate girl succumbed to a sudden blessed brain seizure induced by the bold and vibrating patters on his robe.
Willow's rating: A swingers dream to make you scream

*This blog is dedicated to finding the ugliest items up for auction on E-bay and bringing them to you for you reading pleasure and visual disbelief. Enjoy.

Ocean Shores and Return

Highlights: Went to Ocean Shores yesterday. Returned today. 2 1/2 hours of winding roads, freeways and confusing roads through old logging towns. Accidentally followed one car into a parking lot, after cutting off another car, and then had to pull back out into the road and follow aforementioned cut off car. Embarrassment. My aunt won $12,000. Lucky lady. Me, lost 40 cents.

Rant: Drivers who do not maintain a constant speed are the bane of the highway experience. I do not mind if you crawl along at 30 mph, perhaps that is the fastest you can drive. I am okay if you are going 20 miles over the speed limit, if that is your pace. It's my preferred pace. The drivers I despise, who spark my righteous indignation, are those cursed with turtle speed interspersed with maniacal leadfoot. Those drivers who crawl around the corners, but let them come to those straight stretches where my tailgating prowess could in turn be replaced by my sensational passing skills, and suddenly the previously pokey driver in the car in front of me is suddenly possessed by a roving speed demon which causes him to increase his acceleration from 30 mph, to a rip roaring 70 mph, complete with triumphant look backwards in his mirror to say, "Why the hell are you tailgating me and trying to pass. I am going 20 miles over the speed limit." It is because I am blessed with prescient nature and know that in 2/3 of a mile your variable speed with invariably decrease, returning to the reptilian speed of a landbound turtle.

Willow

Pink Hyacinth and Gold Moth

Going to Ocean Shores tomorrow. I am the little gold moth getting ready to take off. I just need to finalize my driving directions and add that 1/2 I spend lost to my total drive time.

Note: I actually took this photo myself. I took an Entomology class online and we had to do observations. I chased insects all over my garden trying to catch one with my net. I think this moth is dead, or at least playing dead hoping I will go away. I ended up watching field ants.

Willow

Ugly of the week

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Welcome to the first ever ugly of the week!
Once a week Willow or myself will pick the uglyest clothing article from Ebay and post it here.
I call this one "Blind womans rendition."
A mix of stripes and flowers, the perfect combo for an evening where it will be dark. Very very dark.....in fact how about void of light because that would be swell. A little fire would do this dress some good.
Lilly rating : Potato sack more fashionable

Grandma Ellie's evening wear kimono experienced an unfortunate encounter with a maurading rainbow yesterday and has been missing ever since. If you have any information leading to the 'wear' abouts of this lovely ensemble please contact the police or Grandma Ellie with the details. Kimono should be considered floral and dangerous. Approach with caution.
Willow's rating: There is no pot of gold at the end of this rainbow.

Pixie Incandescence

The Pixie Glow. I am energized, effervescent, euphoric and exhausted. Played basketball tonight, two 1/2 hours.

Willow

Froggy wants to go a'courtin

Ok, so whats the first thing you notice about this picture?
Thats right, the forggies reproductive willie.
This picture happens to be a character for a ring tone company. This is a still photo of just one of their commercials. He is labled as "The crazy frog." Well, seems this frog has been streaking. Yes, the frogs dingaling was on t.v.
The first time I saw it I was in the break room of my store, I was in there with about 5 other people. When the commercial came on all eyes were on the frog and not his face.
All jaws were dropped that day as the little peter was flailing about.
Apparently the frog was making high pitched motor bike mocking sound but nobody noticed.
One person spoke: "Why isn't he wearing underware?" Another comment was "I wasn't aware a frogs penis stuck out like that." A follow up to that comment was "They aren't"
Soon laughter filled the room then sadness as we all had to return to work.
Oddily the next time I saw that commercial they had a box over the area. I suppose the word spread fast. The following commercial I later saw from that company was a baby chicken covered in yellow fluff. He seemed sad, perhaps he wanted his thingy out in the open too.
In my opinion it was funny and I can't believe it got past the censors even once. There is no way the people that came up with the frog didn't notice. Cheers to them, but get froggy pants, nobody wants to see that! LILLY

Bald Faced Hornet People

Bald faced hornet. Do you have a problem with that!! A group of people exist that I just cannot fathom. Some aspects of borderline personality disorder come to mind. They are the hornets of the human race, waiting to sting repeated victims with their irrational rants over miniscule problems. They possess no discernable intellegent control over their emotions. Conniving natures, they flock together in small herds to buzz about their own importance and wonderful gifts of themselves to the world at large, whilst bemoaning their fates for having to share this world with the rational peoples crowding in on their territories. Their buzzing will annoy me until Karma retaliates and gives them all rectal cancer for being such tight ass-stinging bitches!!! Willow

P.S. To myself, it is especially beautiful when I spell intelligent incorrectly in my attempt to be witty and psychiatrically brillant. Or is it brilliant? Willow

White Peacock Day

The white peacock. This is how I felt today. I had to drive to Tacoma with my grandma to go to a bridal shower. I much rather would have gone hiking. I felt like I was all over the place today. My grandma started stressing out because she thought we were lost. I plan every trip I take with an extra hour or so just to be lost. Amazingly enough we didn't get lost, unlike my trip to my cousin Jackie's the week before where her directions and MapQuest sent me on a wild goose chase all over Renton!!! Willow

Blue Orchid.

The "blue orchid". There was just no pleasing me today. Willow

Introduction of the two

Welcome to the wonderful world of Lilly and Willows blog!
The first real post, as you can see, the last two posts were testers. You can already imagine our intelligence, yes its true we are cool people.
There isn't much to read now, but with our imaginations you will be entertained very soon.
Willow is the storyteller of the strange and creative a great source of knowledge. I; Lilly am artistic and eccentric, a jester of the court here to amuse.
We also plan to use this site to vent so thats fun for you to read too.
Comments are welcome and encouraged!
Also, as soon as we get more fimiliar with this site, pictures and many fun things will be added.
Site is lame now, but not for long.
Enjoy! Lilly

Dang Joni it is working.