Belated wishes count, don't they?

What's that? A Canadian blogger who didn't wish all other fellow Canadian's a HAPPY CANADA DAY on the 1st of July? Well, what can I say, I was too busy having the best Canada Day ever!! We had a family BBQ, there were about 20 people over, all visiting and having fun in my back yard! Kids in the pool, adults playing kids games, loads and loads of food and drink, so much laughter and good conversation... it was absolutely fantastic!! Then to top off the already superb day - Si, Nate, Corey and I all went down to Bower Ponds to take in some of the headlining entertainment down there. More drink, food and music... more womderful times!

Thank you to all my family (everyone here, I consider family) for coming along at some point, I loved having you all here and I'll definitely consider doing it all again next summer!!

For the rest of you... I'll try to make it on time next year to wish you all a Happy Canada Day, but as luck would have it, this post is just in time for Independence Day!! So all my American blogger friends, a most happy one to you!!

Jules :O)

I'm in Paradise!

I'm happy to report, my Mr. Treat is finally here for 3 months! Arrived yesterday, is staying with us, will be living with us as a regular family unit!! We've had a wonderful first full day, after a fantastic meet at the Calgary airport. My little Babe was so happy to see him again, it's been forever since they've seen each other, and it would appear that already, Mr. Treat is more important than Mommy! LOL But it's all good!!

Incase I don't get around to posting tomorrow, I want to wish to all who this applies to:
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!

I hope it's a very special day for you all and you get to reflect on what makes you such a wonderful Father!

Jules :O)

I object!

Couple of things that have been bothering me about retro cartoons:

Spiderman's logo on his chest has only 6 legs and when he spins his webs when he's flying about the city, his webs do't attach to buildings, but rather they just go into thin air.

In the little Smurf's villiage, there are only 2 females.. one's a little girl. Does that mean the blonde one is the town **bleep**?

honest question...

Are erect nipples just a larger form of goosebump? Really, we get tight nipples when we're cold, or turned on... so doesn't that make sense?

Jules ;O)

hope I didn't just break the rules...

So yeah...

I was thinking of saying.. hi.

HI!

(Are we bloggers allowed to just do that? )

Meanwhile, if you're bored, type SHRINKY DINK into your google search and see if you can have as good of laugh as I did.

Jules :Oj

Accident Prone

What the fish!?

Thought I'd be all done with physio after this Friday's appointment. I have been feeling like I'm totally recovered from my accident. Finally able to wrestle with my nephews, run with my son, haul things, move things, love life again... it was all so good.

Today I fell down the steps on my patio twice. Yeah. Good stuff hey! got my back rather well and I can barely move my left shoulder. I feel almost like kharma got the better of me today because I had a bit of a chuckle yesterday about someone else falling. Okay, fate... I get the picture. I'll behave!!!



Jules :Oouch!!!

Sunday's Riddle.. How well do you know me?

If it's smooth or rough, I love it..

If it's round or flat, I love it..

If it's big or small, I love it..

If it's colorful or dull, I love it..

WHAT IS IT??

still kickin'

I guess I'd better let you all know I'm alright! LOL Well... I did momentarily lose my mind, but thankfully, I found it again shortly thereafter.

I just wrote a whole post about what I've been up to the past couple of weeks, but deleted the whole thing because it was boring enough to put ants to sleep. So I'll spare you. I'll just say that I'm back up to my usual bag of do-it-yourself Superwoman tasks. Thankfully, I've got Vix here to help me! I also had a bit to say about my love of trail mix, as long as it has smarties in it, but again.. do you really care about my tastebuds?

Then again, that's what blogs are for... to just yammer on and see if anybody finds them interesting.

I bet the most exciting part of this post will be me letting you know my cat gave my toes a bath tonight. Good little cleaning too. Got right in there between my big and second toe. I thought I'd be more ticklish than that. Funny, though... he disappeared shaking his head and sneezing and I haven't seen him in about half an hour. Hmm... curious.

Till next time!

Jules :Oj

my mini manic meltdown

Ever not recognize yourself?

I'm not talking about catching a glimpse of yourself as you pass by a reflective surface. I'm talking about feeling like you've lost emotional control and you couldn't possibly be more surprised and turned off by what's coming out of your mouth. Extreme loss of patience. Everything seems to be the opposite of what you'd consider normal or acceptable. And it just keeps compounding until you end up locking yourself in the washroom so you can break down and sob in private, head in hands, thinking "Who ARE you?!"

Yeah... uhh.. well.

Sorry for insulting anybody that I did that crossed my path while I was in this manic state today. I'm blaming it on PMS and the fact that I've confirmed my 4th (or possibly 5th) bladder infection in about as many months, today. I don't even remember what it's like to feel "normal" down there anymore. Seems like I can never just go halfsies on anything health related. It's all or nothing with my body. I don't get one timers... I get stuck with chronic conditions. WTF is that all about anyway?! I do my best to be healthy. I exercise. I don't smoke, hardly drink, never do drugs. I play. I laugh. I am clean. So I don't get it.

What it boils down to is: I'd like to be able to touch myself without wincing in pain.

Yeah. That'd be nice.

Jules :'O(

black crevases

I'm dirty and I can't seem to get clean.

I spent the majority of Saturday in both my yard and Vixey's. In mine it was all about levelling the ground, weeding it out, rolling it and laying sod. At Vixey's it was the mind numbing, painstaking art of pulling of all these little tiny weeds, and huge dandelions, while trying not to make too many tulip and lily sacrifices.

Oh yeah, Baby. I wore gloves all day long. I was worried about having these ridiculous looking tan lines, but that didn't happen. All that happened was somehow the dirt got in through the gloves and attached itself deep into my fingernail beds, and those tiny skin crevaces on my fingers.

I just really hope people don't look too closely at my hands... and if they do, I hope they assume it was dirt I was digging in and not something else.

Jules ;O)

For Vixey

I want to dedicate a song to my best friend, Vixey. She's such a wonderful influence in my life. We've been through a lot of the same stuff together, all around the same time, and she's been just as much a rock for me as I have for her. Ever willing to help out, always generous in spirit, thoughtfulness, and acceptance. People like her don't come along all the time, my Vixey is super special!! I love her!!

So here's to you, Vixey!! I want you to know.... I Believe In You!



Love Jules xoxo

the "get clean" movement

Conversation with a girlfriend of mine (or at least a slight recollection of it, you know my memory):

GF: I can't wait to get my candles in.. my house will smell like man!
Me: Oooooo!!! Man smell... yummmmm... *hearty giggle* Did you actually order the man smell candle?
GF: Yes, I did! I know, is there anything better? I love how men smell!!
Me: Oh absolutely not! I love man smell too!!

Well, okay... that's not at all word for word, but that was the gyst of it. (Is gyst spelled with a g or a j?)

Consider this a public notice:

The point here, men, is that women like men who smell good. In fact, at that candle party all people in attendance, younger and older all concurred that men who smell good are da bomb!! It is of vital importance that men of the world read this post and begin to understand that we don't like stink on men. If you've been sitting out in the sun all day sweating up a storm, for God's sake, clean yourself up before coming in for any sort of intimacy. Smell good... in all your nooks and cranny's - every day! Spend the day playing racquet sports in +20C weather? Chances are you should clean yourself up prior to attempting to lean in for that kiss. Oh, and since I'm on the topic... don't forget, since it's summer approaching, do your feet smell like the dumpster mixed with a bit of skunk? For shit's sake, man. Clean yourself up.

I'm just pointing out what should be the obvious, but sadly, to so many men it isn't. Women like yum, not yuck. Thankfully, there are a few good men who understand the importance of being clean and smelling good. Those are the ones they made the man smell candle after! ;OP

Jules :8P

That's Just Plain Plucky!

Well this was a new thing for me, and I have to say I sort of enjoyed it.

I was sitting on the patio at my sisters and the sun was getting hot so I rolled up my pant legs only to inadvertently reveal such stubbly legs that I was uncomfortable baring them to the world. I asked her for some lotion, thinking that might put the unslgihtliness at bay, but it only enhanced it. I wanted the sun on my skin, but I didn't want my stuble to poke my sister's eyes out should she happen to dance too close to me or something. What to do, what to do. Can't dry shave, that's just a painful mess of a thing to do. Can't wet shave... I dont use other people's razors, and sadly, I'm not in the habit of carrying one around with me in my purse.

So I did the only thing a sane woman could do! I went inside and got my sister's tweezers and one by one, I started plucking my leg hair. I was surprised at the soft yet prickly feeling it created as I targetted one hair at a time. Nothing like waxing. Though it was more painful than shaving, I sort of.. enjoyed the kind of pain it inflicted. It took me about an hour, but I finally got my legs into presentable condition.

I can see something like this happening in future:

Sis: Okay, so I'll be there in like, 15 minutes to get you?
Me: Oh Heaven's no!! I'm busy plucking my legs. Come get me in 4 hours, I should be ready to go by then.

We're going to see a Bhangara Competition in Calgary on Sunday together (which I'm SO excited for!). I guess I'd best start plucking the night before for that one!!

Jules :Ohehe!

Crack the window!!!

I guess it happens to everybody at some point.

You're driving along in the car, you've got at least one other person inside the vehicle with you. Happily you roll along, you're car dancing to your favorite tunes, and then all of a sudden your right nostril flares, followed quickly by the left. You're thinking "What's that smell? Did Buddy let one rip?" You try to ignore it but the smell is lingering like crazy. It prompts you to crack your window open slightly and laugh heartily while exclaiming "Oh Man! Did you fart?!" as both nostrils are spread as widely as they can be with that look of utter disbelief at how bad the whole car smells of said friend's stank.

But of course, Buddy doesn't fess up. Now, you KNOW it wasn't you, so you lightheartedly but instantly accuse him/her of lying and try to laugh it off some more while rolling down the window to get some fresh air so your gagging doesn't become a classic case of vomitting in the cup holder.

The catch is that it wasn't Buddy's silent but violent.... as you open the window wider you realize it was a patch of stinky air outside that you drove through and it's stuck inside your car now.

Now you're both laughing and fanning your faces, as if that's gonna help rid you of the stench. If you think about that, fanning your face, ergo forcing the wind IN your direction is just going to push the air up your flared nostrils even more.

This, my friends, is why I believe car air fresheners were invented. Either too many stink air pockets on the roads, or too many friendships lost because one thinks the other is chronically gassy.

I guess the moral is don't be too quick to judge... I mean, if there were a moral to be had here.

Jules :8)

no more hair!

Yay!! My cat finally got the hang of sleeping in his new cat bed. Now I don't have to witness pussy hair on my couch every morning.

Jules ;O)