Wednesday, October 21, 2015

theISMproject.org

You simply HAVE to check this out:

theISMproject.org

theISMproject.blogspot.ca

Then once you check it out, help share the word!! Share it on all of your social media accounts. It's only together that change can happen.

Jules :yay!

Thursday, October 15, 2015

funny private thoughts...

You know that moment when you passed gas under the blanket a while ago, then you go to get up, lift the blanket and suddenly your senses are assaulted with the somewhat soured scent of what you ate 2 hours ago, and you're shocked and surprised and a little embarrassed because you were sure that since you farted 10 minutes prior, the smell should have dissipated and then in the same instance, you're thankful no-one else is around and you think "Why DO farts hang around for so long?!"

That moment.

Also, that moment where you politely remove yourself and go stand in a different room to release your pent up gaseous cloud, only to have your loved one pop up unexpectedly by your side just moments later, and you thought you were safe but really you should have known that they'd come over to check out what you were up to once you got up and you weren't really safe after all.

Yeah.

I mean, these things never happen to me, of course. I'm far too perfect to ever fart. I've trained my body to swallow farts and reuse that as a new form of energy with which I can utilize whenever I see fit. I'm like that car that can run off garbage. Oh wait... that was in a movie, it's not reality.

But you know, sometimes I want to just talk about stuff like that, but there's nowhere public that's  private enough to be immature in any more. So I'm writing it here. I ought to be allowed to be as immature as I want to be on my blog and hope that it doesn't come back and kick me in the gas releasing hynie. Is that how you spell hynie?

Raise a glass with me... cheers, to always having that immature streak inside of you, and letting it squeak out from time to time.

Jules :8pew/


Monday, October 12, 2015

New Old Coffee Table...

There's just not enough time in the day any more to sit here and compose a blog. Lately, I've been working almost full time at the toy store that I normally only work part time at. The owner decided to relocate to a new location and we've been literally working our asses off packing, moving and setting up the new place. It will be excellent over there though.

This Thanksgiving, I was supposed to go down to see Thor at his place in Washington, but to make a long story short, a short while back, I ended up buying a coffee table at an antique store in BC, but had no clue how to get it  up here, so he volunteered to bring it up this weekend and stay here for Thanksgiving instead of me going down south. The coffee table is beautifully aged and worn. There's some debate as to how old it is and how it got it's age, but I'm choosing to believe that some loving family with kids often gathered around it, playing on it, doing crafts on it, using it for a centerpiece for family movie nights or an all important table for serving hors d'oeuvers to  friends and family on during times of celebration. I believe it witnessed good times and bad times, was host to many a wonderful novel, tea, candle and even study surface. It was a catch all, see all, sturdy and strong through some many years.



That's Thor's banjo, it looks great sitting there! 

That's my belief. I love the table. I love that Thor brought it up for me (it wasn't without issues!). I love that I own it now and can continue to add to its history and charm. As big as it is, it opens up my living room again, and gives me a sense of space.

I know objects are just objects, but when you find something that you connect with on some level, it's more than just an object.

Jules :Oyay!