Walk, walk, walk for the cure...

This is what I did today!

It was a really nice day for it. Cold at first (like put a winter jacket on babes kind of cold) but then as we got going it warmed up. Babe, who's not even 2 years old, walked an incredible 4 kms (or slightly more) today! I'm so proud of him. He just did AWESOME! And all in the name of his Grandma that he has never met, hubby's mom. It was a wonderful day, well spent with his family, remembering her and celebrating life.

Jules :O*

Photoblog... don't forget! :O)

If you're interested in dragonflies, I posted a photo on our new Photoblog that you could go check out! Just click here!!

Update on the tattoo! I have the design solidified, and today I went around looking for my tattoo artist. I just can't decide whether to go with:

A) the one with years of experience, but who costs an arm and a leg and who's lines didn't seem totally steady,
B) the less experienced but still a decent artist, really friendly guy who's hours are more suited to my schedule and who costs less, or
C) the really great artist guy who's booking way down the road and costs in the middle but is much less personable.

I'm in the frame of mind that I want to get it done right away, but I want the image to come out being crisp and sharp and steady. It's lots of fine lines and I don't want a wobbly tattoo. Make sense?

I'm leaning towards the personable flexible hours guy, because he had some blacks that were done really really well, even though he had a limited portfolio. I dunno. What do you think? Do you base something like this on gut instinct?

Jules :O?

gassy

Incidentally, when I burp, I try my best to do it discretely and then I contain the burp in my mouth and then blow it to the farthest location from anybody. It's not a big production, but it ensures that the person or people I'm with aren't gonna be able to tell what I had for supper, if you catch my drift.

So last night I was with somebody and she had THE RAUNCHIEST burps I've EVER smelled in my LIFE! LMAO! And she decided that it would be a good idea to drink a can of pop. POP! What happens when you drink a carbonated bevy? You burp more. OMG, she couldn't stop burping, I couldn't stop grossing out and we both couldn't stop laughing! Finally, she got into practice about blowing her burp NOT in my direction, thank God. I thought I might barf a little bit if I had to endure another! When I asked her what she had for supper (which kind of came out in an exaggerated sarcastic laugh kind of noise), she said just chicken and greek salad! More laughter, like I'm talking heavy hard belly laughter to the point where if you hadn't previously emptied your bladder you soon would have...

There are two morals here.
1) When you eat chicken and greek salad together, for heaven's sake, follow it up with a few mints so your burps will smell minty!

2) Blow your burp air away from people, or risk them barfing on your sofa!

Jules ;OP

just some stuff

Speaking of slippers, I'm kindof bummed! All this talk of my toes freezing off triggered a flashback to last September, a blog entry that I made regarding slippers (I'd link to it here but I don't know how so if you wanna read the post, do a search for slippers in my blog). I had completely forgotten that I was going to make September 14th International Slipper Day. I was going to have everyone join me in revelling in the comforts of wearing slippers tht day and I FORGOT.

What's up with that?! I mean, it's not like me to forget something that important, is it? Shit. What's the point of having all of these brainwaves if I can't remember to refer back to them in time to do them the following year?

Speaking of brainwaves, something's been on my mind lately (remember this convo, Blue?). Well, not just lately, but since I started to make such wonderful friends in blogland, which has been a while now. I was wondering... since we have a habit of making such good friends in here and our friends become such a big part of our lives and vice versa, what happens if something happens to one of us? I mean, how will we all know?

(knock on some serious hardwood here)

Should we all be keeping a record somewhere of who our very good blogger buddies are and share it with a loved one so that in the event something does happen that loved one can notify everyone who needs to know? Because if suddenly one of you just dropped off the face of the earth and I never heard from you again, but it was due to a health issue or something and I didn't know, I'd probably think you were snubbing me and feel like I did something wrong. For-the-rest-of-my-life. All the while you aren't snubbing me, but you're ill.

While I'm on the topic of brainwaves, bare with me, what happened to my grand plan of reviving snail mail and having you all send me your photos for my blogger buddy album? I got actual mail from Burf and Eb, and that was it. Of the amount I sent out, I was hoping to receive more back. :O( So I ask of you again, if you value our friendship, stick a pic of you in the mail for me, pretty please!

Okay, that's it for thinking for the day. I have to go make meatballs now.

Jules :O

do we really need them anyway?

My toes are gonna fall off from the chill in the air.

holyeffingbrrr.

Suggestions for keeping them from falling off? Anyone?

Jules :O?

A new blog to check out...

Well! I think it's about time I share this new link with you all. Si and I have decided to collaborate on a new blog together. It's called "One A Day Photoblog" and it's purpose is to share one significant photo with our viewers every day, alternating between ones he's taken and ones I have! So head on over if you're at all interested. Hope to see you there soon!

Jules :OD

I'm so pumped! If only I were having a better hair day!

THANK YOU, Si! You totally made my morning! It was great to hear your voice!

You know how you can tell when someone's smiling when you're talking to them on the phone... Cuz their voice sounds so happy and uplifted and warm and energetic? You can just tell by the excitedness of their voice that they can't wipe the smile off to save their life? Yeah. That's what makes a great phone call! And for those whom I've talked to on the phone, we always seem to have that smiley kind of voice at some point or another. And sometimes even all the way through! LOVE THAT!

It's gonna be a great day. Mom took Babe for the day, I talked to Si for the first time, and I'm free to do whatever the heck I please today! I'll start with a brisk walk over to my sis's house and go from there!

Jules :Oweeeeeeeee!

inspired in my sleep

GUESS WHAT?! I finally have it. I know for 100% certainty what my tattoo is going to be. I dreamed about it last night. It's going to be sooo pretty! YAY! Now I just have to work up the nerve to go and get it done.

Jules :Oj

I'm just sayin'...

Just a few words of advice based on my day:

DON'T do your cardio routine without a bra (especially if you're a D cup).

DON'T slip and fall down the waterpark stairs while holding your baby (good thing it was only 3 stairs, but MAN is my ass gonna be bruised)!

DO have a long and lazy afternoon nap.

Anything else beyond that part hasn't happened yet, so I'll just have to let you know if there's anymore advice once my day's over!

Jules :Oyawn

life's spinning out of control

Just so you all know I haven't gone and died or anything... I'm still here! I've just been inexplicably busy. Hubby's been gone lots this week and it's been single-mom-dom for me again and that always seems to get me behind on all sorts of stuff. I'm caught in the middle of housework hell, I've got to run mine and babe's lives and keep us fed and clean, do errands, yardwork, pay bills, and try to keep in touch with all my family and friends at the same time... it's hard. And for those single mom's out there who I am friends with: Major Kudos to you, because juggling all of this stuff is HARD work!!!

So, hopefully I'll be around to read all of your blogs and catch up within the next day or two. Wish me luck!!

Love Jules *mwah*

deck THAT! Wooooo!

Update: Inspection - PASSED! We're good to rock and roll, peeps!

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WE. FINISHED. OUR. DECK.

wefinishedourdeck

!EW DEHSINIF RUO KCED

wE fInIsHeD oUr DeCk!!

YAY!

Now we just have to get it inspected. I have it on my list to call the city in the morning.

Jules :OD

Ffffssssshhhhhhhhhh...

I saw it when I was much younger, and it probably helped to shape my values back then too, but...

Last night I went to see Hairpsray in the theatre with my sis and I was THRILLED with it!! I thought it was SUCH a beautiful movie. It was spunky and fun (I don't think I sat still for ANY of it... just bouncing in my chair to all the music the whole time - people were looking, I did't care), and it had SUCH great messages.

I loved how they said your loved ones are "timeless".

I loved how they said not to pay attention to shape or size.

I loved how they said people with different skin colors should be accepted as much as anyone else.

Because when it all comes down to it, you wanna know what we always seem to forget? Despite out many, many vast differences, we are all: HUMAN. And at the end of the day, that makes us all the same.

Thank you, Blue, for suggesting I see it in the theatre! It was a night I won't be forgetting anytime soon (and for me... that's really saying something)!!

Jules :Owarmhugsforeveryone!

Our middles say alot about us!

I've been tagged by Jules to do this one and I've never seen it before, so I thought I'd be game!

RULES: You must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had. When you are tagged you need to write your own blog-post containing your own middle name and the rules of the game. At the end of your blog-post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

L - I'm all about the Love. Love one, love all. Love a little, love a lot... just don't NOT Love.

Y - I'm not a big fan of the color Yellow. I understand that it represents the warm and lovely sun and I should like it just solely based on that, but I don't.

N - Naughty.. does this require further explaination?

N - I'm nurturing... at least I think so. Am I?

E - I'm Expressive.... at least, I am most of the time, for good and for bad. I don't often hold stuff in. Just ask my hubby!

So now I have to pick 5 people because I have 5 letters in my middle name. I'll tag Sornie, Ebzep, SSD, Alley Cat, and Burfica.

Jules :O)

I'm an ice cube!

You're not going to believe this, unless you are from here, but it's effing cold outside today. So cold that you can't go out without a jacket and socks and shoes on. So cold that it's permanently nipply. So cold that you can see your breath outside (well, you could this morning). So cold that my fingers have decided to rebel and it's making typing difficult. It's. Just. Cold.

Windy, cloudy... half the time rainy and the other partly sunny... but always cold. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Jules :Obrr

finger walkin' fun

"Let your fingers do the walking".

A phrase that immediately brings forth many thoughts in my mind. Aside from the obvious quest of "body walking", if you get my drift (esp if you combine that with the slogan "finger lickin' good" from KFC, ehem... ), my mind gets this little image of my fingers walking along a globe. For some reason, in this image, my fingers have fashioned a way of wearing a top hat and carrying around a little stick. Wherever they tap the stick into the globe, the globe sucks in my fingers and I begin to explore the country or city in my mind's eye.

I wonder if the Yellow Pages actually meant for that to happen when they thought of that slogan. Bet'cha they didn't count on people like me.

If you could let your fingers do the walking, where would they go?

Jules :O)

IF-PIP

I'm wearing pink today. I feel pretty in pink.

J :O)

back off, or I'll breathe on you!

I went to East Side Marios for lunch and had a panzarotti and garden salad. I love the salad dressing at ESM's. It's a kind of italian vinagrette, which I find odd, because I don't usually like vinegrettes. But this one... yumm. Anyway, in their salads are raw red onions. And I ate them. And now I have onion breath. The problem is that I don't wanna brush my teeth because if I concentrate, I can still taste the dressing.

Good thing there's no-one here but me and my babe. He can't talk back to me when I breathe on him with my firey onion breath.

UPDATE: I fell asleep at 2pm-ish and when I woke up, the combination of the mid-afternoon morning breath and the onions made me want to vomit in my own mouth. So before getting babe out of his crib, I brushed my teeth and tongue and gums and roof of my mouth and underneath my tongue where that stringy thing is. Ahhhhh... all better.

Jules :O)

emseeemdoo

Monkey see, monkey do... right?

So, if you saw a guy wading through a fountain in a park just to experience the cool refreshing water on his feet, would you do it too?

If you witnessed someone picking up a toy for the mother of the child who's thrown it away for the 12th time would you be inclined to do the same thing?

If you peeked out your window and saw your neighbour watering your plants for you, would you return the favor?

Or does monkey-see-monkey-do just involve actions of stupidity and immaturity? Not that there's anything wrong with acting immature sometimes, right? ;OP

But if you saw someone stick french fries up their nose, would you see if you could fit triple what they did up your own?

If after seeing someone hang upside down off the side of a bridge while trying to drink water, would you pull up a rope and hook yourself beside him and guzzle a litre yourself?

If you bared witness to someone streaking the whole beach on a hot day, would you strip down to your skimpies and join in the fun?

Just wondering. Some food for thought.

Jules :O)

Another WTF!

SOMEONE KICKED ME IN THE BOX LAST NIGHT WHILE I WAS ASLEEP!

That's the only explaination for my newset and most annoying pain. The whole right side of my BOX is throbbing. It throbs and then subsides for a few seconds, then throbs some more. Repeat cycle.

And before all of you smartasses (said in the most loving way possible, of course) comment on having too much sex or playing with my toys too much, etc... know that that is not the cause of this new pain! Although I have to say, the massaging it to get the pain to stop hasn't been bad... ;OP

Seems like the ear thing is gone though. The pain is just travelling around my body day to day looking for somewhere new to set up camp. Well THANK YOU VERY MUCH, pain. Nice choice today. Nice.

Jules :OWTF?

not healthy... but in a different sense

I cut the grass tonight and it smelled so good I could almost taste it. I wanted to keep on mowing and mowing and mowing. But as it stood, my own yard plus my neighbors front yard which attaches to mine, took me about 45 minutes to mow. So I thought I'd better stop... it was time to go in. But I WANTED to keep mowing. I hungrily looked over at my other neighbor's yard, a little bit of drool escaping my lips. Then I spotted the little patch of grass that never gets mowed on the other side of my first neighbor's house... more drool.... and lusty grass thoughts. But I refrained. It is strange, though, that I just wanna go back outside and lick my lawn? Get a good ol' smothering of grassy tongue and then chew on it like a cow chewing it's cudd?

Sometimes I think I love my yard too much.

Jules :Oj

did you hear that?

Something's wrong with my head.

For the past week or so, despite the fact that I feel healthy in all other head related ways, I have been subject to extremely super sensitive ears that keep plugging and then popping. The result is a maddening mixture of either having to strain to hear, or turn things down to a very low volume just so I can stand to listen. There's seemingly no happy medium. They've been giving me headaches.

It's not a cold, or sinus problems. I'm not pulgged up. I'm just all ear-whacked. And it's not been fun.

Jules :O(

my WTF moment... haven't posted one in a while.

The meaty fleshy part that exists at the base of my left thumb... you know where I'm talking about? Well THAT part of me seems to be experiencing some sort of breakdown. It's having contractions. They come in waves, they are extreme... they make it so that I feel like I have to clamp it down and massage it out but I can't even touch it without wincing. It hurts so bad that I can almost even FEEL it in my uterus.

Okay. So that may be a slight exaggeration, but holy fuzz covered blister puss does it EVER hurt! I have no idea what's caused it. Can't do the whole "Must have slept on it wrong" routine, because if I'm sleeping on my left hand then I demand to know why I'm not having more wet dreams.

I hope it goes away by tomorrow. It started this morning. One day of it is enough.

Jules :Owtf?

food for thought?

I'm going to go have a nap. But before I do... here's my post on erect nipples.

See, the thing is, when you are watching women on tv, there are so many erect nipples that a person could almost be sure they've gone and rubbed ice on them before they appeared on camera. Well... sue me for noticing. I'm married to a nipple man who doesn't hesitate to point them out to me most times, so I've grown accustomed to looking now, myself. But I don't just notice women's nipples. I look at and try to see if men's nipples are erect all the time also. It's become a new fascination of mine since I made the following discovery about myself:

When I am not wearing a bra, my nipples are erect. All the time. Wearing a bra, and not a padded one or anything, they seem to just hide away unless I'm either turned on or cold, at which point I exclaim, "It sure is nipply in here, brrrrrr!" and draw unnecessary attention to them (but first I check to make sure they're even). But when I take my bra off at night, they spring forth like (insert something that springs forth here) and they never go back down until I put my bra back on. I wake up with erect nipples, I have them straight out of a warm shower... my nipples seem to have a mind of their own.

This is something I've just noticed about myself over, say, the last 2 or 3 months. And I've been meaning to ask all the women out there: Is it just me? Or does this happen to you too?

This is NOT, I repeat NOT, a phenomenon that affects men as it affects me. Sure, there are some erect nipple men out there, but not an overabundance of them. And if my erect nippleage is due to the fabric of my shirt rubbing, or whatever, then I don't understand why all men don't have this issue. Their nipples are being constantly rubbed by their clothing all the time!

Just something that was floating around in my head. I need some enlightenment on this subject, please!

Jules :Oj--B--<