Nice adjective right? After taking Lucie my big, red dog to the Vet for a teething cleaning and nail clipping I headed out to meet a friend. We ate stupendous pizza and walked around a big box store. That might be dull to some but for me it was the most fun I have had in a long time.
Oh yeah, let’s not forget I had way too much fun at my grandsons’ 5th birthday party. That was a clue I needed to get out more often. Or just start getting out all together.
We walked around looking at this and that and I have not laughed so much in months. We talked about stupid things. Especially the jeans that looked more like spandex with pockets.
I decided I needed to get one of these. Pillow Chum. The humor and irony of the name was not lost on me.
Then I saw this. I now think I need a pony.
We actually saw some one with the pony in their cart. See, I am not the only goober out there! After we left my friend gave me this.
That’s right. It is a shell pot. Here is the bottom. I think it looks cool either way.
I am not sure how I will use it though. Right now I am happy looking at the pale, subtle pastel colors.
Yes, I did put it up to my ear and listen to the ocean.
I posted this cover awhile ago.
This is the real deal.
It really did happen.
Love you, miss you.
This songs makes me want to jump up and down. Like the prancing horses.
Excuse me while I do.
Get ready because I am going to spill some brain cells. I probably should not, but I feel better when I let things out and this is me.
As I said before, I am doing well. My problem is not realizing when I have no control over situations and circumstances. Sometimes I think I like to bang my head on the wall.
I want what I want right now. Seriously. When I was a child and my mom would say. “We are going to Disneyland tomorrow.” I would not be able to sleep because I wanted to go to Disneyland now. Right Now.
I believe I handle this better as an adult, but the ugly head is still there to a certain extent.
I have a couple of things bothering me. I know I have no control. I spend too much time obsessing and trying to find a solution.
So, I found an answer. Time for a “Julie Day.” Did my hair and toes. Took Lucie for a walk where she proceeded to take me out. Yea, I have a nice bruise on my wrist to prove this. I think the only reason I did not break my arm is all the milk and cheese I consume.
This is the second time in the last couple of months she has taken me down. Had a great strawberry on my knee since no other dogs can come anywhere near our fence.
Guess who is going back into serious dog behavior training. Yea. I know dieting and strict rules suck but I AM THE BOSS. Just ask my kids.
Sweet looking maybe, but the inner dog terrorist is in there.
For the rest of the day I will relax, eat good food and watch Sons of Anarchy.
Saw this video this morning. Loved it. So sharing.
I am a Rock Star.
I do not even know where to start with this story except to say I am amazed and beyond happy with a sprinkling of peace.
I mentioned in an earlier post how I was SO upset about someone stealing a package from my SIL’s doorstep. She did not receive the package I mailed. I sent one to each of my SILs. I have four. I know.
Trust me, it was not easy breaking into that
Anyway, I sent a new package with the same items: only more special, for me and for Corvette.
My SIL received the second package. She is happy.
I am proud of her.
Today, I opened my door to go to work and I found a package sitting half under the mat, up against the door. I was in a hurry so I kicked the package in my house and proceeded to get in my car.
All of a sudden, it hit me. OMG, it must be the original package I sent to my SIL. I freaked all the way to work as well as throughout my day.
I came home.
I opened the package and forgot I included a scarf. He tied scarves to a certain entertainment center that we picked out together so many years ago.
The second package, meant to reach my SIL arrived and made her smile. The first came home.
Much like that pale, yellow balloon that refused to leave.
Yea, it is still there.
Today I feel so good.
Love you, miss you.
Just what I needed tonight.
Love the person with the sign, “You should be here.”
Someone asked me what I think about Joan Rivers and her passing.
Joan is good. Go give Melissa a big hug.
Love you, miss you baby.
I will start out by saying I am done dumping my blog posts on facebook. Nothing bad happened. I just feel uncomfortable and out of place. No creative control and I feel I do not fit in with all the memes and one-liners. Nothing wrong with that, but since my needs include unleashing my brain cells, I feel like the odd man woman out. That being said, on to the real reason I am writing this post.
On the other hand, as you will see the many reasons.
As the title suggests, it is one weird day. It actually started out last night. As Lucie and I sat outside in the backyard, suddenly something sailed over the fence and landed in my yard. Lucie immediately began barking and I knew it was time to go in, lock the door, draw the blinds and put the stick in the door. Yea.
I decided I would not investigate until first light. What I found in the morning surprised me. I thought maybe a beer can. No, it was not food, liquid container or um something personal. Although, used for personal reasons, you can share with friends. A distinct aroma rose from this little thing. Actually, it is not so little.
My thought was why throw it over my fence into my yard. Possibly a girlfriend or wife trying to make the boyfriend or husband stop? Did it fall from the sky? No that cannot happen. Someone trying to get my attention?
I want to keep it because the piece it beautiful. Excuse me for a minute while I find a plastic bag.
The guy is here to fix my air conditioning in my car. No more sweat fests for me and I can now actually go places at high noon. Maybe this will improve my lacking social life. He seemed nice enough although his focus seemed to be on my legs and not my face. Why does this always unnerve me?
As far as my social life goes, I must address an issue concerning my sons and me.
Dear Sgt Honda and Hippie Guy,
Just want you to know that per our conversations about getting on with life you need to know that in the future if I giggle about this or that then please, let me.
The whole point is I am in a happy place and plan to stay there. In addition, it is not exactly raining men so please take off the armor, lay down the swords, and go home.
Your wives miss you.
juliannah to Julie.