You've all been waiting for it, and now it's finally happening....

New Bachelor post coming tomorrow. This one might surprise you.

I wish it was this guy, but it's not.

Stay tuned.

I karate chopped your mom in my car because that's how I roll.

I stole this from April Showers because well, I karate chopped your mom in my car because that's how I roll.

Play along, or you could be next...


Pick the month you were born:
January-------I did the Macarena With
February------I loved
March--------I karate chopped
April----------I licked
May----------I jumped on
June----------I smelled
July----------- I kicked
August--------I had lunch with
September----I danced with
October-------I sang to
November-----I yelled at
December-----I ran over

Pick the day (number) you were born on:
1-------a birdbath
2-------a monster
3-------a phone
4-------a fork
5-------a snowman
6-------a gangster
7-------my mobile phone
8-------my dog
9-------my best friends' boyfriend
10-------my neighbor
11-------my science teacher
12-------a banana
13-------a fireman
14-------a stuffed animal
15-------a goat
16-------a pickle
17-------Chuck Norris
18-------a spoon
19------ - a smurf
20-------a baseball bat
21-------a ninja
22------- your mom
23-------a noodle
24-------a squirrel
25-------a football player
26-------my sister
27-------my brother
28-------an iPod
29-------a surfer
30-------a homeless guy
31-------a llama

What is the last number of the year you were born:
1--------- In my car
2 --------- On your car
3 ----------- In a hole
4 ----------- Under your bed
5 ----------- in an elevator
6 --------- sliding down a hill
7 --------- Riding a Motorcycle
8---------- at the dinner table
9 -------- In line at the bank
0 -------- in your bathroom

Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:
White---------because I'm cool like that
Black---------because that's how I roll.
Pink-----------because I'm sexy and I do what I want
Red-----------because the voices told me to.
Blue-----------because I'm NOT crazy.
Green---------because I think I need some serious help.
Purple---------because I'm AWESOME!
Gray----------because Big Bird said to and he's my leader.
Yellow--------because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars
Orange--------because my family thinks I'm stupid anyway.
Brown---------because I can.
Other----------because I'm a Ninja!
None----------because I can't control myself!

Now, leave me a comment with YOURS! Don't make me hunt you down.

I think this is pretty self explanatory.

Welcome to the gun show, baby. Don't go off half cocked now.

Happy birthday, Sue Ellen!

It's my big sister's birthday today. I won't say how old she is but she's 13 years older than me and I'm turning 48 next month still 29, so that makes her sixty one 42 I believe.

This is her with her favorite people...her family. In this picture she's a wife, a mother, a mother-in-law, a grandma, and a daughter all at once. I think her favorite role is Grandma. She spoils the crap out of those three...

Happy birthday, sis. Love you much....

Day Two of Julie's Management Course AND Car Update!

And you thought it was a one day thing. Please.


Lesson One:

Eddie wanted desperately to have sex with this really cute, really hot girl in his office... but she was dating someone else.

One day Eddie got so frustrated that he went to her and said, I'll give you $100 if you let me have sex with you...

The girl looked at him, and then said, 'NO!'

Eddie said, 'I'll be real fast. I'll throw the money on the floor, you bend down and I'll finish by the time you've picked it up.'

She thought for a moment and said that she would consult with her boyfriend.

So she called him and explained the situation.

Her boyfriend says, 'Ask him for $200, and pick up the money really fast. He won't even be able to get his pants down.'

She agreed and accepts the proposal.

Over half an hour goes by and the boyfriend is still waiting for his girlfriend's call.

Finally, after 45 minutes the boyfriend calls and asks, 'What happened...?'

Still breathing hard, she managed to reply,

'The bastard had all quarters!'

Management lesson: Always consider a business proposition in its entirety before agreeing to it and getting screwed

Lesson Two:

When the body was first made, all the parts wanted to be Boss.

The brain said, "I should be Boss because I control the whole body's responses and functions."

The feet said, "We should be Boss as we carry the brain about and get him to where he wants to go."

The Hands said, "We should be the Boss because we do all the work and earn all the money."

And so it went on and on with the heart, the lungs and the eyes until finally the asshole spoke up. All the parts laughed at the idea of the asshole being the Boss.

Promptly, the asshole went on strike, blocked itself up and refused to work.

Within a short time the eyes became crossed, the hands clenched, the feet twitched, the heart and lungs began to panic and the brain fevered.

Eventually they all decided that the asshole should be the Boss, so the motion was passed. All the other parts did all the work while the Boss just sat and passed out the shit!

Management Lesson: You don't need brains to be a Boss - any asshole will do.

Lesson Three:

The boy rode on the donkey and the old man walked.

As they went along, they passed some people who remarked "it was a shame the old man was walking and the boy was riding".

The man and boy thought maybe the critics were right, so they changed positions.

Later, they passed some people that remarked, "What a shame, he makes that little boy walk." So, they decided they both would walk!

Soon they passed some more people who thought they were stupid to walk when they had a decent donkey to ride. So the both rode the donkey!

Now they passed some people that shamed them by saying "how awful to put such a load on a poor donkey". The boy and man said they were probably right so they decided to carry the donkey.

As they crossed a bridge, they lost their grip on the animal and he fell into the river and drowned.

Management Lesson: If you try to please everyone, you will eventually lose your ass.

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So, last night Jordan comes home and says "My "check engine light" came on in my car".

WTF?????????? We just got the damn car a week ago!

So, needless to say I didn't sleep well all night worrying about this. I thought our car problems were over when we got rid of the Poo Wagon.

Got up this morning and followed him to the car dealership to drop his car off, and told them we needed a loaner car because he has to work today. They directed us across the street to the rental car place, which they would pay for.

Sweet.

Except that it turns out, an 18 year old can't drive a rental car. He has to be 21.

So...right now I'm driving this...a $15,000 Ford Focus:



And my 18 year old is driving this...



My $50,000 Chrysler 300 SRT with Hemi engine and racing technology.

I told him to park the damn thing in the garage and don't move it unless something is on fire. LOL

Geesh.

So...this BlogHer conference thingy? *UPDATED*

Our favorite harried mom of 14, Sandi, told me all about this BlogHer conferency thingy being held in Chicago in July.

Let me see...a bunch of blogging women, getting away from their husbands and kids, and partying in Chicago for three days? Hmmmmmm....

Who would ever want to do something like that???

Yeah, that would be me.

Even though I have no husband to run from (been there, done that. Ha!) and I actually enjoy my adult child kid, I still can find plenty of reasons to go! First and foremost, it gets me the hell out of Ohio. Maybe not far, but Chicago is much more fun than Columbus any day!

My boss owns a condo right on Lake Shore Drive, just a mere blocks from where the conference is going on...and flights are dirt cheap, so why NOT go? Got a great place to stay, and good friends to meet up with. It's a win win.

Is anybody else going? Can Sandi and I convince you to go, and we can have one big ass party while we're there? Hell, skip the daily conference, go shopping on Michigan Avenue, and get done in time for the cocktail parties at night. Sounds like a plan to me!

C'mon...who's up for a road trip?

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I hate doing more than one post a day so I keep updating!

My son updated his blog. Check it out.

I'm going to be doing a new Bachelor post next week! Probably Monday. Stay tuned!

Today is my nephew Ryan's 5th birthday. Happy Birthday, little buddy. Saturday is my MUCH OLDER sister's birthday as well. I'll give her a blog post dedicated solely to her...much to her chagrin I'm sure!

Last but not least, I truly believe whole grain English muffins with Earth Balance (aka "healthy butter"ish) and strawberry jam makes my eyes glaze over with an intense pleasure otherwise reserved for fantasies of Edward Cullen. (Yeah, I just threw that name in there to send Tiff into a tizzy!)

Tired of not being noticed?

Try the latest scarf fashion and you'll be the center of attention!



I'm getting you all one for your birthdays.

You asked for it, you've got it....*UPDATED*

My professional picture taken Sunday...



Damn Curt, he could have airbrushed me to a size 10, couldn't he?

Oh well. I am who I am I guess.

So this will be on my website, and my business cards, etc. Realtor Julie. LOL

******UPDATE*********

So I noticed I have 101 followers today. Yesterday, Cheryl at The Daily Blonde sent me to Ciara's blog and THIS POST on how to fix your followers issue. Thanks Cheryl and Ciara!!!!

Now hold on just a damn minute

I'm down to 98 followers? I had 102 this morning!

Who are the four people who broke up with me?

There is no dumping on 47 And Starting Over!!!!!!! Are you cheating on me with another blogger, is that it?

Geesh. I feel so rejected.

Who wants to be teacher's pet?

Now that at least 102 of you are reading my blog every day, I would feel bad if I didn't attempt to do something educational, and be a contributing member of society.

Therefore, I give you my Five Minute Management Course:

Lesson 1:

A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings.

The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs.

When she opens the door, there stands Bob , the next-door neighbor..

Before she says a word, Bob says, 'I'll give you $800 to drop that towel.'

After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob , after a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves.

The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs.

When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, 'Who was that?'

'It was Bob the next door neighbor,' she replies.

'Great,' the husband says, 'did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?'

Moral of the story:

If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.


Lesson 2:

A priest offered a Nun a lift.

She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg.

The priest nearly had an accident.

After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg.

The nun said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'

The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again.

The nun once again said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'

The priest apologized 'Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.'

Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way.

On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, 'Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.'

Moral of the story:
If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.


Lesson 3:

A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp.

They rub it and a Genie comes out.

The Genie says, 'I'll give each of you just one wish.'

'Me first! Me first!' says the admin clerk 'I want to be in the Bahamas , driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.'

Puff! She's gone.

'Me next! Me next!' says the sales rep. 'I want to be in Hawaii , relaxing on the
beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of
my life.'

Puff! He's gone.

'OK, you're up,' the Genie says to the manager.

The manager says, 'I want those two back in the office after lunch'


Moral of the story:
Always let your boss have the first say.

Lesson 4:

An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing.

A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, 'Can I also sit like you and do nothing?'

The eagle answered: 'Sure, why not.'

So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.

Moral of the story:
To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.

Lesson 5:

A turkey was chatting with a bull.

'I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree' sighed the turkey, 'but I haven't got the energy.'

'Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?' replied the bull. They're packed with nutrients..'

The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.

The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch.

Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree.

He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.


Moral of the story:
Bull Shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there..

Bonus Lesson 6:


A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field.

While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him.

As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was.

The dung was actually thawing him out!

He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.

A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate.

Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.


Morals of the story:
(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.

(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.

(3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!


THUS ENDS THE FIVE MINUTE MANAGEMENT COURSE

Happy Monday!!!!!

Sunday Rewind - Nascar Nation

Since Nascar has officially started it's season, I thought I would remind you all of my first experience with a Nascar race. Enjoy!

Monday, July 28, 2008

Sunday = Nascar Nation

OMG.

Here are the words that come to mind in describing my first Nascar race. And no offense to my friends who love Nascar...aka Cheri and Kathy...as none of the following apply to you, except maybe the part about the driver's shirts.

1. Redneck hell
2. Mullet mania
3. Lots of tattoos
4. Not a lot of teeth
5. Rabid fans. And I mean rabid. Some actually foamed at the mouth.
6. EVERYONE has a shirt with a driver's name or number on it. Everyone but us, that is. I was feeling pressured to draw a #20 on mine just to fit in.
7. Tube tops on women who have entirely too much to tube.
8. The Deliverance music playing in my head
9. Long lines at the beer stand...at 8am.

It was a definite experience! Don't get me wrong, it wasn't bad...it was just different. I'm used to going to CART/Indy car races and people are not, shall I say, as "supportive" of their favorite drivers. LOL

My ex had gotten free tickets from his Sprint rep, and they were supposed to be the really good ones...suite and pit passes, box seats, etc., so we figured...what the hell. We left Columbus at 5am to drive over to Indy, got to the track at 8:30, and basically had 6 hours til kill until race time! Turns out, we did not get the good tickets, we just had seats in the North Vista which is the middle of turns three and four. Ugh. Probably would not have gone if we'd known that in advance!

There was a pre-race concert with the Charlie Daniels band and Craig Morgan, and that was interesting. Walked a lot, I'd say we logged about 10 miles on our tennis shoes. My legs feel it today, trust me. It was the one weekend day that I wished for clouds (usually I want it nice and sunny for the pool!) but alas...not a freaking cloud in sight, which meant it was VERY HOT all day. At least there was an occasional breeze. But it was a long and hot day and I was never so happy to get home and into a shower and bed.

All in all, I can say that I would never pay to go to another race like this, but if we got free tickets again that that were the good ones we were expecting, I would consider it. But sitting out in the masses, in the hot sun, and trying to find any place shady to cool off...not really my idea of a good time. But, if nothing else, it was great people watching!



Oh wait! I forgot the best story of them all! One of my Nesties just reminded me of it when she asked if I saw the girls flashing for beer.

Yes, I saw flashing.

There was this "hot mama" in her Daisy Dukes and teeny tiny tube top (if there is such a thing on a 300 lb woman) who attempted to bend over and kiss the bricks. Well, she bent over from the waist (bless her heart, I think she believed she could actually reach the bricks that way) and the view from the rear was scary enough for those of us who happened to be behind her, and I did not think it could get worse until the moment when her massive chesticles flew out of the tube top and hit the bricks before the rest of her did. Now, THAT was a sight.

Imagine that view....Bahama Mama is bent over, legs spread, Daisy Dukes riding up the crack of her 300 lb ass, and suddenly two massive boobs hit the ground between her legs.

Collectively about 300 people spewed beer all at once.

She, of course, stood upright and swung those bad boys around, since her top had rolled down around her waist anyway! I'm not sure if she was cooling them off from the brick burn or what.

Yeah, I can't make this shit up.

Crappy Friday Night, Busy Saturday, and Take My Picture Please!

Friday night was very sad.

My friend V lost her 21 year old daughter on Valentine's Day. V and I have been friends for a good twenty years now, and it just broke my heart to see this happen to her. The memorial service was last night, and the only good thing about it was that V was holding up really well, and I got to see some old friends I haven't seen for awhile, and reconnect with them. When V got up to speak about her daughter, there wasn't a dry eye in the house, including mine. Keep her in your thoughts and prayer for me, ok?

Today I have a very busy day, and I'm happy about that. I'm going to be working on my website too, so that will be good. And tonight is Bunco night!

And tomorrow I have an appointment to get my professional pictures taken for my website and business cards. I sure hope he's got good airbrush techniques.

Oh, and I need to book my flights to Myrtle Beach since I got my state tax refund yesterday. Hint Hint. Somebody needs to let me know her schedule!

What have you got going on this weekend?

Are you a real cowboy?

An old cowboy sat down at the Starbucks and ordered a cup of coffee.

As he sat sipping his coffee, a young woman sat down next to him.

She turned to the cowboy and asked, 'Are you a real cowboy?'

He replied, 'Well, I've spent my whole life breaking colts, working cows, going to rodeos, fixing fences, pulling calves, bailing hay, doctoring calves, cleaning my barn, fixing flats, working on tractors, and feeding my dogs, so I guess I am a cowboy.'

She said, 'I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women. When I shower, I think about women. When I watch TV, I think about women. I even think about women when I eat. It seems that everything makes me think of women.'

The two sat sipping in silence.

A little while later, a man sat down on the other side of the old cowboy and asked, 'Are you a real cowboy?'

He replied, 'I always thought I was, but I just found out that I'm a lesbian.'



(Disclaimer: This is in no way meant to offend my lesbian OR cowboy friends or readers!!! I just thought it was hilarious...)

I have 100 followers!!!!!

And ironically, my 100th follower is someone quite unexpected, but welcomed. Thanks for stalking me, D....now I don't feel so bad about butting into your life like I did! LOL

And as for the other 99 of you crazies, I promise to lead you into places you only imagined you'd go. That's what you get for following a wingnut like me.

Bwwwwwwwwwwwahahahahahahahahaha.

UPDATED ~ The Kia has landed, and other updates you've been asking about.

Well, yesterday my son finally got a new car. New to him...at least. It's a 2002 Kia Rio, bright red with grey interior (go Bucks! LOL He hates it that I say it's Buckeye colors!). It has 64,000 miles on it, and it's in fabulous shape. For $3,900 I think it was a good deal. And it's a stick shift which is what he wanted. Of course, teaching him how to drive that was a little hard on my nerves. LOL

Here's our new addition:



Now I don't have to worry about him being stranded in the Poo Wagon (aka 1990 Brown Geo Prizm) anymore. He's literally spent the past year having to bang the starter with a stick 50% of the time to get it to start. (And yes, after 3 starters, we figured out that wasn't the problem but it wasn't worth investigating what was!)

In other news....

I'm officially working with my new real estate company now, it's Keller Williams. Here's the tempory link to my website on their servers...after this weekend it should actually be what you get when you type in www.juliereeg.com. I'm going to spend time on the layout and design this weekend, this was just the default one I picked for now. My tag line "Different by Design" is reflective of the fact that, well, I *am* different (LOL, and not necessarily in a good way!), and also I'm hoping to tie in my day job working for an interior designer with real estate....I sell them a house, he decorates it for them! If we could tap into the clients we have that buy multi million dollar vacation homes in Aspen and Miami and Napa and all of those kinds of places, it could prove to be very lucrative for me! I feel really good about this move. I think I'm going to finally be able to make my way in this business.

Let's see...what else....I feel like I haven't updated in forever because I've been so swamped at work!

I haven't gotten my nose pierced. I still want to, and I certainly haven't ruled it out. Of course I still want another tattoo...I'm working on getting Penny to draw one for me. She is quite the artiste, and I would love having her work on my body. (Boy, that could be read several different ways!)

Many have you have emailed me asking about Vinnie. I have no idea what is going on with him. It's my understanding that he got pissed off at me for refusing to remove his post (to refresh your memory or for those newbies who have new clue what I'm talking about, click here. Make sure to read the comments, as this will all make more sense then.) Frankly, I did not feel it was fair for me to delete it because 80+ people left comments that day, and just because he didn't like what they had to say, didn't make me feel compelled to take it down and pretend it never happened. I warned him before I ever posted it that I was 99% sure the majority of my readers would agree that this was NOT the tragic love story he was trying to spin it into, and I was right. I will tell you all, though, that after that whole incident, I exchanged numerous emails with the other party involved, and there are definitely two sides to every story. But I am as sure as I can be that this is not a "con" situation. Somebody just needs a major reality check about his "relationship".

Regardless, I emailed Vinnie on several occasions in the aftermath, and he never responded so I quit trying. I have heard from many of you that he is no longer blogging. He has removed himself from being my friend on Facebook as well. As a very wise woman said to me today, you have friends for a reason, a season, and a lifetime. Enough said.

On that note, I'll leave you with a question to ponder...

If you had to name the person who turned out to be the furthest from your first impression of them, who would it be and why?

I think you know my answer.

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Hey all, my friend Kathy posted that her husband's grandmother died. Go give her some blogging love, will you?

Also, remember to check in with Dr. Penny, she has a question for you all on her blog.

Last but not least...I have 99 followers! Who's going to be the lucky 100th????

In Loving Memory

Linda Reeg Greissinger
January 7, 1950 to February 18, 2004


If we could have a conversation today, it would go something like this:

Linda: Jewel, why are you so sad?

Me: Well, because you're in heaven, and not here. Duhhhhh.

Linda: Well if I were there, you know what I'd do to cheer you up...

Me: Oh hell no. You are NOT still doing that up there, are you?

Linda: Yes I am!

Me: (((groans loudly))))

Linda begins to sing...badly. The sun will come out tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there'll be sun....

Me: No, stop! LOL

Linda: (((at full volume))) Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I love ya, tomorrow! You're always a day away!!!!!

Me: Oh geesh, I thought you people up in heaven had angelic voices???

It's been five years, and yet sometimes it feels like just yesterday you sang that song to me every time I was having a bad day, and then it feels like forever ago that I sang that song as I eulogized you, because we were all having a bad day.

I could not possibly love or miss you more.

Love, your baby sister.

It's time for sex.

Okay, let me clarify. "Sex" questions. Also known as...I have nothing else to blog about so here, answer these for me. What can I say...those who can, do. Those who can't...ask. LOL

1. If you could have one servant come to your house every day for an hour, what would you have them do?

2. If there was one thing relating to your love life that you could be blackmailed for, what would it be?

3. If you had to name the one thing that should turn you on but just never does, what would it be?

4. If you had to pick the worst sexual experience of your life, what would it be?

5. If you had to guess which person, among all your BLOGGER friends, is the most kinkiest in private, who would it be?

All of the usual Jules Rules apply. I know who you are, I know you read these, and if you don't leave a comment I'm going to come to your blog and tell all your readers that you're too shy to talk about sex with perfect strangers on the Internet. I have Analytics, and I'm not afraid to use them.

As for my answers, here you go:

1. That's a toss up between a massage, and hair & makeup. I think I'd go for the latter, because if I looked that damn good every day, finding someone to give me a massage wouldn't be that hard.

2. First of all, Cheri and Penny...be very careful how you respond. Remember, I have material on both of you. OK, well let me think. Christ, the 80's were dangerous, there is SO much that could be used against me. Let's just say there were several times in that decade that I woke up with a fuzzy memory of the night before, and preferred to keep it that way.

3. Anyone doing anything near, on or in my ear. Ugh, I shuddered just typing that. I don't like having my ears bitten, sucked on, licked, kissed, and the absolute worst, having someone stick their damn tongue in it. OMG, that grosses me out. Stay the hell away from my ears.

4. Back in 1987, I dated some guy for about a month before doing the deed, and the night I finally did I was "overserved" at the local bar, so I wasn't exactly clear headed by the time we got home. We got undressed and got into bed, and I remember reaching down...and thinking "Did I just grab his thumb?" It wasn't until he moaned "Oh baby, yes..." that I realized "OMG, that's not his...OMG it is!" Yep,at full attention it was that small. Needless to say, I immediately stopped fighting the buzz and said "Screw this, I'm so going to sleep. That is NOT worth staying awake for". We never dated again.

5. You know, this is kind of hard to answer! Since Penny is my real life BFF, and I already KNOW this about her, I'll have to go with the wild cards. I'm torn between Deb (seriously, who did not see that coming?), Jen (just a hunch I have about her), Linda Lou, of course (she's my separated at birth sister), and I'm pretty sure Jaded has her moments as well. And then there's Jill and Darlene and Georgie, who act all sweet and stuff but I have no doubt there is leather and handcuffs in their closests, and I have to put Dana on the list just because if I don't, she will put a cap in my ass. The rest of you, I just didn't out you, but don't think I don't think it's true!

Weighing in on Octopussy.

Seriously, 14 kids?

Two thoughts come to mind. First, she's batshit crazy. I love kids too, but I was a single parent of one, and it was hard. She's a single parent of FOURTEEN now, and living on welfare and making California pay for her choice to have lots and lots of kids because she just loves them soooooooooooooooooooooo much.

The vagina is NOT a clown car.

Second, the doctor who helped this happen needs to have his license revoked. He should not have done it the 2nd time she came to him, still jobless, still living with her parents, still a whackjob, and wanted more kids. He did not do this for any reason other than the notoriety.

And yes, I think the State should step in and take those kids away from her. She has no business with eight babies. Hell she has no business with the other six she has at home either. Did you see the pictures taken of where those kids are being raised??? It's ridiculous. Filthy, cramped, and not inhabitable.

And last but not least....someone should tell that woman that Angelina Jolie called and wants her lips back.

What's your opinion on this situation?

PS...I am almost done with tax stuff and will get back to reading everyone's blogs and commenting hopefully by the end of the week! I see light at the end of the tunnel!!!!

A touching love story

This 80 year old woman was arrested for shop lifting. When she went before the judge he asked her, "What did you steal?"

She replied, "A can of peaches."

The judge then asked her why she had stolen the can of peaches, and she replied that she was hungry.

The judge then asked her how many peaches were in the can.

She replied, "6."

The judge said, "Then I will give you 6 days in jail."

Before the judge could conclude the trial, the woman's husband spoke up and asked the judge if he could say something.

The judge said, "What is it?"

The husband said, "She also stole a can of peas."

Now, that's love.

No raging heart on for me today....

I'm boycotting Valentine's Day. It's my first in 8 years without the ex, but I'm actually not all that bothered about it. Of course, it's only 8am.

Getting my living room/hall carpet cleaned today, then heading out to meet with my new real estate company and pick up signs for my listings. Woohoo! I'm really excited about that.

Went out last night for the first time in quite awhile, and met up with my friend Tammy who I haven't seen for probably two years. This is a picture of my BFF Elizabeth, Tammy and me at the bar last night. You'll be pleased to know that even though I had four drinks, and reaaaaaaaaaallllllllyyyyyyyyyyyyy wanted a cigarette in the worst possible way....I didn't have one. Yay me!



By the way, I really want to get my nose pierced with a very small diamond stud. I've always wanted to do that, and Tammy had hers done last year and I just kept looking at it last night and thinking "Dammit, I want that!" She's 45 and doesn't look like she's trying to be 16 with it....will I? I figure I can always take it out when I need to look professional for meetings and stuff, right? C'mon, give me some feedback on on this...

Off to start my day. For all of you happy couples, have a wonderful Valentine's Day with your sweetie. I really mean that. And I hope any chocolate he gives you goes straight to your hips. I really mean that too. :)