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Joey Hollinsworth
30 October 2008 @ 06:42 pm
1. If your doctor told you TODAY that you were pregnant, what would you say?
She's fired.

2. Do you trust all of your friends?
I trust my Allie

3. Would you move to another state or country to be with the one you love?
You even think of calling me a hypocrite, Morris, I'll rip your nipples off. All of them. I'd follow Andy anywhere.

4. Do you believe that everything happens for a reason?
Sounds good to me.

5. Can you make a pound/dollar in change right now?
Only if I scrounge around the house for it.

6. Which one of your friends do you think would make the best doctor?
Allison if she'd go to medical school. (Suck it, Morris)

7. Are you afraid of falling in love?

8.How many cars are on your drive?
Three. Ugh. Why is John here?

9. Is there someone who pops into your mind at random times?

10. What's your most favorite scar?

11. When was the last time you flew in a plane?
I don't even remember.

12. What did the last text message you sent say and who to?
I might have asked Andy to come home and arrest me.

13. What features do you find most attractive in the preferred sex?
The Hoff.

14. Fill in the blank. I love:

15. What is a goal you would like to accomplish in the near future?
I want to retile the kitchen.

16. Do you ever disobey your parents?
No, never, I am a saint.

17. How many kids do you want to have?
I have a fuzzy child already.

18. Would you make a good parent?
I am an awesome doggy mommy.

19. Where was your default picture taken?
The apartment Allie and I used to share.

20. Whats your middle name?

21. Honestly, whats on your mind right now?
Ways to maim John for slugging back beer and belching in my kitchen.

22. If you could go back in time and change something, what would it be?
Andy's accident.

23. Who was or will be the maid of honour/ best man at your wedding?
It was Allie and John

24. What are you wearing right now?
Jeans and a sweater.

25. Righty or Lefty?

26. Best place to eat?
My house.

27. Favourite jeans?
The ones I stole from Al before I moved out.

28. Favourite animal?
My dog

29. Favourite juice?
Vodka juice.

30. Have you had the chicken pox?

31. Have you had a sore throat?
This is dumb.

32. Ever had a bar fight?

33. Who knows you the best?

34. Shoe size?

35. Do you wear contact lenses or glasses?

36. Ever been in a fight with your pet?

37. Been to Mexico?

38. Did you buy something today?
Groceries. Be awed.

39. Did you get sick today?
When John walked in my door.

40. Do you miss someone today?

41. Did you get in a fight with someone today?
John and I are calling each other names right now.

42. When is the last time you had a massage?

43. Last person to lay in your bed?
Me and my Schmoop.

44. Last person to see you cry?

45. Who made you cry?

46. What was the last TV show you watched?

47. What are your plans for the weekend?
I have a wedding to play at on Saturday.

48. Who do you think will repost this?
Probably Al.

49. Who was the last person you hung out with?
The Strings section.

50. If your significant other asked you to marry them TODAY what would you say?
Joey Hollinsworth
30 October 2008 @ 12:57 am
I haven't played with Joey here for a year now, but since my newer muses have gone the way of the dodo, I'm picking her back up. I'm also doing a slight reboot with her. I'm forgoing the baby storyline that had been started since I've played similar out already (Abby & Dubenko) and really don't feel like going there again.

Beyond that, Joey is still Joey. Still married to Detective Hollinsworth, still has a big ass dog and she still plays the cello. Allison is still her best friend and Morris is still her favorite human to torment. She might eventually (maybe) admit to liking him. A little.

Since Elite Muses has folded, I am also looking for a prompt community to throw Joey into. Am open to suggestions.

Joey Hollinsworth
27 September 2006 @ 01:35 am
I'm a bad, bad girl...Collapse )

Joey Hollinsworth
25 September 2006 @ 05:45 am
What Makes You Sexy?
by eva71
Sexy Body Part IsYour Feet
Special Talents AreKissing
Joey Hollinsworth
22 September 2006 @ 03:57 am
"Andy...that redheaded freakasaurus has KIDS! Andy....Andrew?"
Current Mood: shockedshocked
Joey Hollinsworth
08 September 2006 @ 03:03 am
My greatest triumph, that’s easy.

I got one of the last good ones. Of course I’m talking about my husband. He’s a genuinely good guy. That doesn’t mean he’s well behaved. He isn’t. And he has this awful habit of telling the worst jokes ever. I mean just bad. They aren’t all dirty or raunchy, just ‘Why did the frog cross the road? Because he was stapled to the chicken.’ variety of bad. He also has this phobia of the clothes hamper that I don’t understand. Men.

But I was talking about who he is, not what he does to irritate me. Andy’s a cop. An officer of the law, a detective. And he’s always considered that to be the greatest thing any man could be. A protector. Someone to uphold the law and make our city a safer place. Of course living in a place like Chicago makes that one hell of an uphill battle, but he’s dedicated. So dedicated that he didn’t throw in the towel when he was injured in the line of duty.

He’s brave but still vulnerable, though I doubt many people think that. They just see him as the smart-assed, smart-mouthed guy with a badge and a gun. I know different though. I consider that part of my triumph too. I got him to let me in. Okay, maybe I forced my way in. I’m like that. Hard headed. I was there when he was at his lowest point. I was there through the tough time he had adjusting to the fact that he lost a limb. I was there when he was feeling sorry for himself, mad at the world and I was there when he decided to not let his injury define who he is any longer. To go back to his place on the force and be the best officer he knows how to be.

I used to think he’d resent me being there through all of that. I thought he wouldn’t want to be around someone who had seem him like that, who knew what he looked like when he fell flat on his face the first time he tried to walk with a prosthetic leg. Someone who held him while he cried like a baby because he thought his life was over. Instead it turns out I was the only one he wanted after that. He didn’t have to worry about explaining to me what it was like. Knew I wasn’t going to ask any awkward or weird questions. (And believe me, people ask the rudest, weirdest damned things.)

He’s cute. Sure that makes me shallow but I enjoy having a good-looking husband. He has these eyes, bright hazel and so kind, that I can just gaze into for ages. And his hands…love his hands. Cute butt too. Really. But what really gets me is that little boy smile of his. This sort of half smirk he does. And he knows it’s adorable. Uses it to get his way more than I care to admit.

He’s also loyal. Not just to me either. But his partner, John Prudhomme, too. John was the cop no one wanted for a partner. Depressing jerk of a man. No sense of humor. And he’s just plain weird. Crazy Cajun nutjob. He eats these things he calls mudbugs. And oh his music just kills me. Not to mention his habit of getting Andy to do things to piss me off. Anyway…Andy decided that he liked John for some odd reason and stuck by him. Always. Still does. They work together and play together. Sometimes I think they spend too much time with each other, but they are sort of like brothers or best friends. Can’t have one without the other.

He’s so many wonderful things to me and he’s mine. My husband. Loves me. I was wonderful enough in his eyes that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. Okay, know what? Scratch all that shit. I changed my mind. My greatest triumph is that I wrote all of this and didn’t barf once.
Current Music: Morning Light--Chantal Kreviazuk
Joey Hollinsworth
08 September 2006 @ 02:22 am
I trust myself. My instincts. My talent. Me.

I sound like a hard ass, don’t I? Andy would laugh at that I’m sure. But really I’m not talking about people I trust. There are a lot of those. My parents, my husband, my best friend...I trust them all in different ways.

But I’m talking about my career here. My music. Where that’s concerned I don’t rely on anyone else. I can’t. Their opinions, suggestions or even accompaniment mean jack shit when I am center stage playing a solo during a concert: nothing matters except what I am capable of.

It’s dark there, in that circular spotlight. I can’t see the rest of the orchestra around me. The conductor, though I know he’s there…I can hear him tap his baton, even his measured breathing can sometimes be heard in those moments of silence before I begin to play, but only when my own heartneat isn’t pounding in my ears. I can’t see a thing outside of that perfect circle of light. Not my husband or Allie beaming at me from the audience, though I know they are. I can’t see John Prudhomme sleeping a few seats over, though I know he is. Jerk.

No, it’s just me. Me and my cello. And that’s all I have to trust. Those strings beneath the fingers of my left hand, my bow in my right. I trust myself to keep time, to not miss a note and to have perfect pitch. I trust that I am doing justice to the music I am playing, I trust myself to earn the applause I receive as I dip my head in a truncated bow.
Joey Hollinsworth
31 July 2006 @ 10:11 pm
Because I am a nice wife and don't want to always torture my husband with my art (and face it, I love pop music too) I went and scrounged up an arrangement for some U2 for strings.

Check us out*

Put that on your iPod, Andy.

*Obviously not the muse. This is from the mun's copy of Strung Out On U2
Joey Hollinsworth
24 July 2006 @ 01:52 am
Just because you are working on a case doesn't mean you can't call home and say good night to me.