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Using my 40's as a do-over for my thirties, only smarter. I often mistake the bees and honey reference with the one about free milk and a cow. This might explain my whole life.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Is it Monday yet?

Tonight is the Season Finale of The Pick Up Artist 2. Really what a bunch of douche bags.

Not because the tactics don't work. I can see how they would work, but it's sad to think that these seemingly nice guys are being taught the art of douchebaggery by a guy who wears a fuzzy top hat.

I am going to watch this though, because I've been watching all season and I think the goofy guy is going to win cause he's transformed from a total fucking spaz to a freak with some moves and I think a lip piercing.  I can see how Mystery (really dude??) is a good looking guy and he kind of reminds me of a combination of TWO guys I'd totally bang- but without the fuzzy hat.  What's with the fuzzy hat?


Also I think some mindless television will help me shake off this weekend.  I'm never taking 5 days off of work if I'm not leaving town.  Mike was in the hospital this weekend and really and these kids were REALLY assholes this weekend.  Really.

Alex yelled at me.  YELLED at me.  Ummm- excuse me?  In what fucking planet is THAT acceptable, you little prick??  (no I didn't say that, exactly)


I tell my love to wreck it all

I know that The Athiest is scratching his head right now, cause he's been telling me for fucking EVER what a great song this is- and Bon Iver this and Bon Iver that. I haven't exactly ignored him, but I just never listened as close as I did today. He may be Godless, but he's not without a soul.

And yeah, I love this song for it's hauntingly sweet sound and the way it makes me want to lay on the grass under a tree and just stare into the sky.


Bon Iver - Skinny Love

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
Now all your love is wasted?
Then who the hell was I?

Friday, November 28, 2008

The Pumpkin Bars were delicious.

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday.

There's no pressure about giving or receiving gifts. You don't have to be in a relationship, nor do you have to put on a costume. You can just be who you are, and all you gotta do is acknowledge that maybe your life doesn't 100% suck.

Even that is optional.

I'm not gonna do the whole 'this is what I'm thankful for' post. Not cause I'm NOT thankful for things, but because well, there are enough things in life to put you to sleep.
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I'm going to put up my Christmas Tree this weekend if I can figure out where I'm going to move an entire couch.
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I'm waiting for the Holidailies site to go up so I can register for it. It starts in three days.

I didn't do any Black Friday Shopping. Nothing was on sale for SUCH a great deal that I had to risk being trampled at Wal-Mart.



Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Monday, November 24, 2008

pictures of nothing, that mean everything


Midtown, Kinda Rainy. I have been here twice, so I can say I don't love being in Midtown, but I do like pictures of it with the lights and the Neon. It kinda reminds me of Vegas, without the legal prostitution.



West Side, this tree was across the street from my room. I thought the color was pretty but I should have taken the pic from outside. You know, we don't really get the colors leaves here in Cali. Falling asleep to the sounds of the city made this trip very memorable.


Lower East Side. 2nd Street and ummmm... anyone?


Another picture of the LES. For as dingy as it is, it's kinda the place to be.



Not a clue what church this is. It's by Rockefeller center and we turned a corner and were stunned by this building.


I really like the trio in the bottom left of this picture looking at the ceiling.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

HNT, Manhattan will wait for me

I have time. New York City is not going anywhere, and I will be back. Maybe not anytime soon- but it won't be long. New York represents something for me- a place and a life that isn't mine, but could have been, or maybe should have been.


(clickity)


But you know that when the truth is told..
That you can get what you want or you get old
You're gonna kick off before you even
Get halfway through
When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?

-Billy Joel

Someday, New York, someday.




Why I went to NYC

So for those of you who don't know- the main reason I went to NYC was for this.




Yes it was my birthday weekend, and yes it was a girls weekend. LOTS AND LOTS of girls weekend. I met some of the finest and sexiest bloggers in New York or anywhere else, I'm sure. My girl Lilly came down from PA and hung out for one night also and we had a blast!

Now you know how weird I get in social situations. How I worry about doing something stupid, or falling, or spilling my red drink on someone wearing all white. Of course this was weird for me- but you know, these are my people.

For those of you in the know, I am known as someone else in other circles. And that someone else is way braver and cooler and hotter than the Julie you know and love. Insane, but true. So I was there, looking fantastic in my new dress, rubbing elbows and anything else I could rub against.

It was a blast and it was great to meet the people I chat with so often.  I laughed because most people knew my hair, and my blog name, but by first name- there were some blank faces.  Once the blog is identified.... then the sparks of recognition, and hugs and groping ensued.  Ah the groping.

1,2...6 drinks into the night and I was happily rubbing up against my favorite writers, few of the sexiest bitches and butches a bi-girl like me could ever hope to score.  And yeah, there was some scoring to be had.  But I won't go in to that.  

The after party simply cannot be spoken of here- cause this is just not that kinda place.  um.. no.

For as much as the party was the best time I'd had since, well, my last trip to NYC, brunch on Saturday was amazing.  10 of us, unmade and natural, laughing and giggling and eating- and kissing.  There was lotsa kissing.  First it was amongst the others, but not to be left out I said, "hey- I came all the way from California!  Doesn't anyone want to make out with ME?"  

So yes, making out with me happened too.  Ahhh- women are really soft- but the sexy butches I did my best to make an *ahem* good impression on were not at brunch, cause to make out with them woulda been.... ahhhh, worth the explaining AND the bi-curious gender confusion.

I'm still putting my pictures together- but here's a fave of mine.  Me and Tess at brunch, this was after we made out.  See how happy I look?




Tuesday, November 18, 2008

More pictures from the city.

My girl Lilly came and spent 28 hours with me in the city. We had a blast together and it makes me so sad to know that I don't get to hang out with her every weekend. Funny how you meet people and you feel like you've known them forever cause you click and connect so easily.

speaking of clicking, click HERE for her pictures.

Miss you Lillygirl.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Doesn't EVERYONE cry in Grand Central Station?



Yesterday when I was done crying in Grand Central Station, I headed back to the subway and saw these dancers. It was really cool and cheered me up.

So much to say but I'm suffering from serious vacation-drop, so it may be a day or two. Some things I can't talk about here, due to the content, and some things, I'm just not ready to talk about. But I'll post some pictures.

Saturday, November 08, 2008

Analyze this...

::Bitchy rant alert::

I was going to make some pudding; one for the family and one for the night shift at work- however, that husband of mine decided to eat the whole box of cookies that I needed. So I guess the family doesn't GET the pudding. He ruined it for the class. Yes, I could go and get another box of cookies, but you know- it's the point. What gave him the right to eat the cookies I had saved for something that would have been for the whole family. And really- a WHOLE box of vanilla wafers???

It amazes me how he behaves.

I am absolutely OVER listening to him complain about how he doesn't feel well. I wouldn't feel well if I ate as much as he does, and lets not forget that his stomach doesn't digest food fast enough, if at all. So chances are- sometime last night he threw up a box of cookies, two frozen dinners and ice cream and a large tub of popcorn from the movies. And I'm supposed to feel sorry for him?

Yea, no.
I really really don't.

He doesn't try to manage his health. I have no sympathy for him in this.

I am certain that nobody in this house really cares that its my birthday. Everyone is concerned with their own wants, and nobody really gives a crap about me. I'm just the family paycheck.
This sucks.

When I leave for my trip, he will expect me to leave him some money for food and such. I suspect he will end up using it on fast food and other crap. I will make sure there is some food in the house, but I'm not leaving him with much. He's wasteful and selfish.

Ugh- I really cannot complain, this is the life I chose. Then again, this is my blog, so you know I can bitch here- I'm not bending anyone ear. Sometimes I can't remember why I made the decisions I made. What frame of mind was I in when I decided that all of this was ok? When did doing the right thing get confused with complacency and being a doormat?

I do this every year around this time. I re-evaluate my life. Where is it going? Am I living the life I want or at least living my life FOR the life I want? Am I surrounding myself with the right influences? Am I living a lie?- and why? What's the benefits of my current situation? What are the liabilities? Which is greater? What changes can I make- and at what cost?

What can I do to make sure that I'm not living a life that I know I will regret?

I already know my first response answers, but of course, it always involves more than that. Data is raw facts, the analysis is where you find the real answers. Perhaps this year, the real answers will be different.

I don't know anymore.


Wednesday, November 05, 2008

My view of the election- HNT

And what I mean is that I spent most of last night laying on the couch while I was watching it. What an amazing night, what an amazing moment in history.

I cried.
I cheered.
and like so many American's, I was proud.



Can't you see the pride??

Happy Half Nekkid Thursday!!