Friday, February 29, 2008

how'd that happen?!

Holy shit, does that ever hurt... now...

If I had a camera I'd post a photo of my freshly torn toenail. I haven't the slightest idea how it happened. I was wearing shoes all day at work, and I don't recall anything running over my toe. I did my treadmill after supper and didn't feel anything odd or hurty then. I took my socks off after my workout and STILL didn't notice anything. In fact, it wasn't till I went to give Babe a bath that I noticed my toenail catching slightly on the bathmat. I adjusted how I was sitting and much to my complete wonder and surprise, looked down at my right toenail on my big toe literally tearing off from the nail bed! WTF?!

Now, before you all freak out, it's not the whole nail... but it's probably a good 1/3 of it and right now it's not feeling all too shit hot. I've put a bandaid on it with the nail still attached, hoping by some miracle it will just reattach itself somehow, but I think I'm pooched on that becoming a reality. So tomorrow I'll have a look at it and if it doesn't look any closer to healing, I'll brave it and just rip the thing right off.

I hope upon hopes that it grows out normal. I can't bare to have an ugly toenail!

Jules :O(

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

I need to learn Spanish

7:30 am - phone rings but nobody's there.

7:30:10 am - phone rings and it's a lady's voice who's speaking FAR too fast and in some language I can't make out. I say Hello? Hello? And when there was no response I hang up.

7:30:25 am - phone rings and it's the same lady speaking slightly slower and I recognize that the language is Spanish, but I haven't got a CLUE what she's saying, so I just try and interrupt her by saying "I'm sorry, I don't speak Spanish... but you must have the wrong number..." and hang politely hang up. By this point, it's painfully obvious it's the same person and that she's got the number written down wrong.

7:31 am - phone rings again and I hear the same lady say, "Hola, Patricia???? [insert heavy accent and more quickly spoken Spanish now]. I try to interrupt and repeat myself again, "No, I'm sorry... I'm really sorry, but there's no Particia here... you have the wrong number..." and then I hear this "Eh?!" and I repeat myself slower adding in that I don't know Spanish, first. The lady then says something else and I think she attempts to say "goodbye" and hangs up.

Awwwww... I feel so sad for her not being able to find Patricia! The tone of her voice sounded so urgent! Lady... I hope everything's okay, if you're out there reading this in blogland somewhere!

Jules :Oj

Update on D-Day

Just a quickie to let everyone know I'm still here, and I'm okay! Unfortunately, there were really no solutions made and no arrangements worked out (despite my efforts)... just a bunch of hurtful words spewn about and someone trying to exert more control over me. Well... guess what! I bounce back from stuff like that rather quickly!

I suppose I shouldn't go into too much detail, but wanted to let you all know that the D-Day talks went ... well, they just went, that's all!

Jules :O!

Monday, February 25, 2008

It's finally here...

Wish me good luck... in fact wish me the BEST of luck EVER tonight and keep me foremost in your thoughts.... I'm gonna need it.

It's D-Day.

Jules :O(

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Strange, good and sad...

I really hate it when this happens. Extra crotch fabric when you sit down... especially on women... particularily on me!! Looks like I have a great big penis stuck in there! LOL

So.. some of the reasoning behind this could be that last time I checked (a week-ish ago), I'd managed to lose 25 pounds, but these are fairly new pants, and when I bought them they fit alot better than this. Guess I'm on the right track then, hey? I feel like I still have a loooong way to go, but as I tell myself: I'm getting there, I'm a work in progress!

Some sad news from today. I broke my camera. I was taking my Babe for a walk at Bower Ponds and what with the weather being so warm and then freezing again at night, it's created a lot of ice. I was going up an icy hill, holding Babe in one hand and the camera in the other and slipped on a patch of ice. When I fell, the natural thing to do was keep Babe safe and sacrifice the camera. And boy did I pooch it good. Not fixable, because the amount it would cost to ship it and fix it would be more than just buying a new camera. I feel like I've lost a lifeline, though. Thankfully, a solution is in the works, and for that I am eternally grateful!!

So, let this photo of my baggy crotch pants penis be the last photo on here for a while! Enjoy it! Come back and visit my crotch often!

Jules ;OP

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

natural occurrences are so ...

They are so... what? Fill in the blank for me! Awe inspiring comes to mind, for me...

Did anyone else catch the lunar eclipse tonight? I took a series of photos as it progressed and put them all into one photo... it was so pretty... incredible, really!

I do hope you got to see it with your own eyes!!

Jules :Owow!

here's one for you...

Last night I dreamed about owning my own restaurant that only served one food. It was a pizza with mountains of mushrooms on it, some kind of meats, cheese, of course and on top were the boggest clices of tomatoes I'd ever seen. (I find this slightly strange because I don't typically like tomatoes on a pizza). I was providing the food at a banquet for a Teacher Conference in Edmonton, and pulling pizza after pizza after pizza out from underneath a table with a long hanging tablecloth, as is it were magic. The logos for my restaurant were tattoo'd on my arms and while they were supposed to be permanent tattoos, in actual fact I could peel and stick them off and back on again, providing I used this wax paper type of stuff to do so. The logos were a half body image of Fred Flintsone (which I find really strane, because I was never a huge fan of the Flintstones) and Tony the Tiger from the cereal, you know? Except in my dream he was quite clearly associated with the gasoline company ESSO instead of cereal.

The dream took for a bit of a twist when I was trying to hop on one of the 4 elevetors in the hotel and meet my sister at the top. She got on elevator 1 and I managed to squeeze into the 4th one just as the doors were closing. But once I got inside, it wasn't an elevator. It was some crazy lady's apartment and she was madly ranting around the livingroom with a pair of scissors saying "I need to cut my hair... I NEED to cut my HAIR!" over and over again, but never actually cutting it. Then I stepped in and said "It's not the hair that needs cutting, lady, it's the big floppy hat!" So I took the hat from her head, which resembled a huge tied up curtain of sorts and not really a hat at all, and trimmed away oodles of it, placing it back on her head inbetween cuts and eventually I got the thing small enough that she could see what it was she needed to do. Which, incidentally was prepare her food for making a pizza. Except she was cutting the tomatoes into large wedges and the cheese julienne style, instead of shredding it. I remember getting a bit annoyed at her for trying to imitate my prize pizza, and for doingit so drastically wrong.

There was a bit thrown in there out of context about me babysitting some teenage (almost adult) people and a tiny baby, too... and they came about with the peel and stick tattoos and a few other oddities.

That's it... then I woke up!

Any dream analyzers out there? I'd like to know what the tomatoes, and the tattoo's mean, and the significance of the logos.. and the hat cutting. It was a very strange dream!!

Jules :O!

Monday, February 18, 2008

a happy curve

I was walking home from my sister's house after working out tonight and the environment around me nearly blew me away. The moon was so bright that it almost looked light out, the stars were sparkling in the sky so brilliantly that you'd swear each was a planet. The weather has been spring like here as of late and it's caused a hard crust to form on the top of the snow everywhere, so that the moonlight bounced off of it, iluminating it - making it shine like a freshly waxed floor. Crunch, crunch, crunch... the sounds of my footsteps echoing off the fences down the back alley way. I was looking around as I walked past each yard, and then I saw it... a skinny little well trodden path. I moved closer to take a better look to see that it was made up of little dog footprints. The path went from the bottom of the patio stairs all the way to the back of the property and while the path itself was a perfect tight little controlled one (which I think is pretty amazing for a dog to accomplish), the best part about it was that it wasn't straight! Instead, it went straight for about half of the way and then took a "c" shaped curve before straightening back out again just before the stairs. And this little dog walked that path that exact way each and every time it went on it, not veering from the tracks it had already made! It almost looked like a reverse question mark with a long tail. You know?

But the point of this post is that it got me thinking...

Why WOULD you want to walk in a straight line when all you have to do to get more out of life is throw a curve into it?

P.S. I have backcommented in here for the last 3 or 4 posts, so go check that out if you want!

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Heart Day!

A very Happy Valentine's Day wish for everyone this February 14th, 2008!!!

I hope that you have been able to treat someone significant in your life that you love and treasure with a little something to remind them of how much you love them... and that they were able to do the same thing for you!

You know, Valentine's don't just have to come from and be delivered to your lover... they can also be given to your friends, your children, your Mom or Dad, your siblings! So even if you don't have a significant other, there are people to spend the day with!!!

I wish all of you, my very special friends a wonderful V-Day... and I'm sending love and hugs and kisses out to you somwehere along the way today! Who says distance matters when expressing love, anyway?!!?

So... with that... I LOVE YOU!!!

Friday, February 08, 2008

Macho Macho Man...

I love going to see movies in the theatre... it's a good couple of hours out of the house, and always in good company. Last night I went to see Enchanted with KB and we were 2 of 7 people in the theatre. The movie was good, had quite a few funny parts in it. But to me, one of the best parts of the night was watching the threesome (yes, KB... I did think it at the exact time you did) laughing. Particularily at this one part in the movie. They were sitting guy, girl, guy a couple of rows infront of us. One part in the movie, the main female character breaks into a huge song and has half of New York singing along with her in customary "musical" style and the song starts up and goes on for a minute or two and then all of a sudden the two guys burst out in laughter and high five eachother while watching the screen.

Real macho, guys... reeeeal macho.

People watching can be sooo entertaining sometimes!

Thursday, February 07, 2008

I swear I know how to use utensils!

Here's the thing about me and spaghetti. I love it. I make my step-dad's spaghetti recipie which is sooo tasty, have for the past many years. No Prego for me. And it always turns out so yummy. Okay, a time or two I might have put a bit too much brown sugar in it, but it didn't ruin the flavor. I know, you're thinking already: How strange, brown sugar in spaghetti sauce? But just trust me.

Anyway... the thing about spaghetti and I is that I can NOT make it or eat it without getting little splashes of spag sauce on my shirt. Every single time I eat it this happens, even as careful as I'm trying to be... gingerly twisting the noodles around my fork so as not to splash, not putting too much on so that the fork full can easily fit into my mouth. Sometimes I even cut it up small so I don't have to twist anything! You'd think that after this many years of life I'd have mastered the art of eating spaghetti. But NOOOOOO...

Can someone please send me a bib?

Monday, February 04, 2008

Wow... I feel great today!

Today - this song speaks for me!! Have a listen!

You can read the lyrics here.
Ahhhhhh... oh HELL YEAH!

rested, but with a new quirk.

Hi everyone! I'm back from my Dad's and yes, I had a great time! What a wonderful visit, actually!! Well needed, deserved and appreciated! There's not much else that compares to watching your own parents play with your child, really... is there?

So while I was away, I discovered that I really and truly do have an aversion to something. I have what should soon medically be known as "Crunchie Comforter Syndrome". I have one at home... the beadspread that I purchased is made of some soft to the touch fabric that looks pretty enough, but when I'm lying in bed with my blankets pulled right up to my neck, I can HEAR my comforter. It snaps, crackles and pops in my ear, offering up constant fizzy background noise and thus annoys the heckles out of me! So much so that now I've removed the comforter completely form my bed and suffer with being a little bit cold throughout the night just so that I don't have to deal with it keeping me awake. I swear, sometimes I can hear it forming words. FizzzzsssJules... ssshhhhsstayawakehshsfizzzPOP!

The reason I'm convinced now that I have a syndrome is that the bedspread at my Dad's house did the exact same thing... only 12 times louder!! It was more like screaming at me. SCHIZZZZZLESNORKstayawakeZHABAZZZZZZZZ!

The end.

Friday, February 01, 2008

weekend getaway

Heading off to my dad's overnight tonight with Nate! Woohoo! An evening of fun with sis and the Grandparents! Can't wait, actually! I plan to get drunk tonight and have a merry time playing cards and laughing and letting loose! Wish me fun... see you Monday!