Vacation - Beta Cap Version

As you know, we went to Fort Lauderdale, Miami and Key West last week. Here's the beta capped version of our 10 day trip:

Leaving on a jet plane.

We're here!

First sandy foot of the trip

Peaceful

Duck Boat Ride.  Quack Quack

Interesting Transportation

Right outside our room

Weird tree angle

Shit I'm in trouble.

Cheesy tourist pic

Key West Sunset

More flowers

More self photos

6 toed cat

WTF?  I'm here for sun, people.

Miami  lunch

South Beach

More cheese

Best restaurant - Sea Watch

Lauderdale By The Sea pier

Cock your doodle do, pal..

Accidental pic.  Really.

Duval Street in Key West

I need a lime tree at my house.

My Zen Man.

There you have it.  Our trip in pictures.  I'm ready to go back.

Special Announcement!!!!!!!!!!!!

The best kid in the world has started a new blog. He's becoming a film maker, you know. Check him out. Follow him. One day when he's famous you can say you knew him when....

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Life's A Beach

Four more days and we're off on vacation! Woohooooooooooooo! Honey and I are headed to Fort Lauderdale, Miami and Key West. Commence with being jealous. .

The carpet doesn't match the drapes.

I got new carpet this weekend. I could not be happier.

The old stuff was ruined by two little 6 lb dogs that pee all over it. I could never understand WHY they did that...they never did at the old house, but yet they used my living room like it was their own personal backyard.

The carpet installer found a spot on the floor that had cat urine all over it. WTF?

I have never had a cat. I will never have a cat. But evidently the owners before me did, and it pissed all over the carpet in one corner...thus leading MY dogs to mark their territory.

And you know dogs, once that happened, it was all over.

So we cleaned and bleached the floor and replaced all the carpet strip so that there is no smell left anywhere.

And I dare those little fuckers to pee in my living room again.

If they do, I'll have two very small Yorkie fur rugs in the future.

(Oh, and it's been 48 hours with no accidents. I think they fear for their lives. And they should!)

So I whacked all my hair off.

I'm getting used to it, it's been 2 weeks so you'd think I'd have mastered the art of using a flat iron by now!

The burn on my forehead disagrees.

Oh well...

Hoppy Easter!

Happy Birthday To Me and other shameless self promotion!

I'm 51. Fuck it. I'e earned it!

So hey, my new fun in life is seeing how many celebrities I can get to tweet me! So far today I have Gretchen Rossi (from the Real Housewives of Orange County), Tabatha Coffey (my girl crush), , Penny Davidi (former contestant on The Next Food Network Star), and a retweet by Dean McDermott (of Tori & Dean fame).

And a few weeks ago, Kurt Sutter from Sons of Anarchy tweeted me, and I've exchanged several tweets with Trista Sutter from Bachelorette fame.

OMG and I just got a private message from Lisa Vanderpump (from RHOOC)saying "Same age as me! Happy B-day!"

I'm loving this! It way too much fun.

In other news....my honey got me the cutest gift today. He showed up at my office with balloons and flowers, and this turtle family music box that plays "Up Where We Belong". hahahahahaha It's hilarious.

I think I'm gonna keep that fella.

I could not be more proud...

...than to have this chance to announce....

That my favorite kid has been accepted to Ohio State!!!!!!!!!!!

As you all know he's been a student at the University of Cincinnati for two years now, and recently he decided to transfer to Ohio State.

He wisely realized just how expensive it is to take out school loans to live 2 hours away from home, and have to work while going to school, which means he has no time to see the friends he's down there with in the first place!

So he's coming back to Columbus when school is out in June, and transferring to Ohio State to major in film studies. He and a buddy will live in the condo that I own, because timing be what it may...my renter is breaking her lease and moving out. How convenient. haha

It has been a long process getting here. When Jordan was 16, I took him to Los Angeles to check out their film studies school, because all he's ever really wanted to do was be a director. We talked about going to school locally for this, and then he could move to LA when he graduated, and somehow once he got out of high school, he put the dream aside. But he's really kind of been treading water this past three years, unable to settle on a degree because nothing held appeal to him, that he would want to do the rest of his life.

Except film.

Finally, I told him this is ridiculous. PURSUE YOUR DREAM. Transfer up here, major in film studies, get your degree and move west and be who...and what....you've always wanted to be. Anything is possible, but you have to put the wheels in motion to get there.

So it took 3 years and 2 other colleges (Columbus State for a year, and UC for two) to get him on the path he needs...wants....to be on.

I'm very proud. And very thankful that he dreams big, and goes for it.

I better be his damn date to the Oscars when he goes. I'm just sayin.

My first love.

You were my first love, sir.

Thank you for setting the standard, even though I haven't really been attracted to long haired short men since.

But still.

Rest in peace. Be free...



Love, Julie

Does your man drive you crazy?

Seriously. Does your man drive you crazy?

Because mine does.

Batshit crazy some days.

And I know I'm not alone in this! My two BFF's have the same issue with their husbands. These men do idiotic shit and just don't THINK.

They don't think about what they are doing.

Or what they are saying.

They don't think rationally, or logically.

They don't listen.

They don't see past whatever is right in front of them, and see big picture.

And it drives me up a wall.

Let me give you a recent example.

For 4 days prior to getting my foot tattoo, I told my guy that A) I was getting a tattoo on my foot, and B) Because it's on my foot, I will not be able to put a tennis shoe (or any other shoe for that matter other than a ballet flat) on for a week. Therefore, I will not be going to the gym to walk on the treadmill until it heals a week from now.

We discussed this the morning of the tattoo appointment even.

So literally, as I'm getting the frickin tattoo, he calls me to see what I'm doing and I'm like....'Getting my tattoo....' and he says....wait for it...

"Are we going to the gym when you get home?"

No. No, we aren't.

This is just one of many examples I could give you. It drives me crazy.

What is it about men that make them this way? Is it age? Is their testosterone dropping so rapidly that not only does the little head stop being attentive but the big one does as well? Are they going deaf? Developing dementia? Have the years of partying in their 20's finally caught up with their brain cells?

Listen, I am not the smartest cookie in the jar. I'm intelligent, but I'm not getting invited to join Mensa anytime soon. But there are times that I look at him and I'm like...blink blink...because even my brain can't fathom what the hell he's thinking!

Do you have this problem with your man? If so, how have you not suffocated him with a pillow yet?

Lessons in Womanhood

I have become a bad blogger. Even my best bloggy friends are calling me out on it.

I've had a lot going on recently (mostly good!) and I just haven't made time to do much other than post a few funny pictures and get a new tattoo.

Rest assured, everything is good with Michael and me, Jordan is doing well, my job is secure but busy as hell, and I'm content with life.

I will post an update soon, but until then:

I'm so happy with this.

It's tattoo #6 and maybe my most favorite of all.




It says "Life, love, laugh and be happy!!!"

My sister Linda wrote these words to me 3 months before she died, and now I have them in her writing with me forever.

And to those who asked, no I am not single again. Michael and I are doing well. We have our ups and downs and some days he drives me crazy. But at the end of the day there is nobody else I'd rather be with.

Here's another shot of my tat:




I was shocked that it didn't hurt nearly as bad as I expected to. Only the swirl on my ankle bone made me say a few cuss words, otherwise it was a breeze.




I love it.

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So happy!

One huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders, and I am a happy girl today.

It's gonna be a good weekend....

After The Thrill Is Gone

Forgot how much I love this Eagles song.....

'After The Thrill Is Gone'

Same dances in the same old shoes
Some habits that you just can't lose
There's no telling what a man might use,
After the thrill is gone

The flame rises but it soon descends
Empty pages and a frozen pen
You're not quite lovers and you're not quite friends
After the thrill is gone, oh,
After the thrill is gone

What can you do when your dreams come true
And it's not quite like you planned?
What have you done to be losing the one
You held it so tight in your hand well

Time passes and you must move on,
Half the distance takes you twice as long
So you keep on singing for the sake of the song
After the thrill is gone
After the thrill is gone

You're afraid you might fall out of fashion
And you're feeling cold and small
Any kind of love without passion
That ain't no kind of lovin' at all, well

Same dances in the same old shoes
You get too careful with the steps you choose
you don't care about winning but you don't want to lose
After the thrill is gone
After the thrill is gone
After the thrill is gone, oh
After the thrill is gone

We've decided to separate.

Aahahahahahahhahahahahah. Funny stuff.

Happy Friday!