November 13, 2007

  • Day jobs suck

    Well, night jobs actually. Working graveyards three nights a week. Long (9 & 1/2 hour) shifts. It’s neccessary right now, but the suckitude of it all is seeming to suck all the creativity right the hell out of me. I’m cranky and grumpy, and it feels like I never get to do fun things with my kids.

    I really hope I’m going to be able to quit after Christmas.

August 15, 2007

  • Wow, it’s been a while!

    Poor, neglected personal blog. :(

    I’ve been working to get my etsy shop full, and promoting it
    DancinJules Etsy Shop
    (Put MRI in the notes to seller and get 15% off until Midnight, August 18!)

    And spiffing up my dance studio (the local paper did a story about my parent/toddler class!) and basically scrambling to attempt to dig us out of the financial hole that DD’s seizures sort of dumped us into. It’s going to be an uphill battle, and I may need to go get a job flipping burgers or something for a while, but we’ve got a roof over our heads, and each other. (Corny, but true.)

    If anyone happens to be a sci-fi fan, I have a hardcover copy of Ocatvia Butler’s “Mind of My Mind” up on half.com for $36.00 (All the other places had the hardcover listed at at least 40 bucks!)
    Mind of my Mind

    Okay, enough hustling for the day ;P

    DD made muffins all by herself today. Well, I put them in the oven and took them out, but all the measuring, stirring, etc. was all her. She was thrilled.

July 23, 2007

  • Harry Potter Rocks my World

    There, I’ve said it. I admit it. I know some people enjoy sneering at adults who enjoy reading Harry Potter, thinking that it is a sign of a defecient intellect. And y’know what? I really don’t care. I’m not so insecure that I think enjoying a good story means I’m not intelligent. And, damn, that J.K. can spin a tale! I also refuse to go the “It’s popular, so therefore I am waaaay too cool to like it” route either.

    Finished reading “Deathly Hallows” Saturday night. I’m not going to go into details yet, to give some spoiler space for those still reading it. But, I will say that I quite enjoyed it. I think it might take the place of Half Blood Prince as one of my favorites. (My other favorite is, and will probably always remain, The Prisoner of Azkaban.)

May 25, 2007

February 9, 2007

  • I’m quiet right now – we’ve had a bit of an upset, and I can feel my priorities shifting and bending, adjusting to the curves life has thrown us. It’s time to take stock, to figure out what sort of shape we all want our lives to take on, and work to help shape it that way, rather than bouncing along on the bumpy road feeling powerless.

January 9, 2007

  • Dear Mr. Blackwell,

    Wow. Yet, again, you have decided to grace us with your talents.

    I am in awe.

    I mean, it’s not just Anybody who can make nasty, mean-spirited little rhymes up purely for the petty purpose of mocking other people’s wardrobes.

    It can be argued that people such as Paris Hilton have made no real contribution to society.

    And yet, you have made it your life’s ambition to make fun of what her, and other celebrities like her, wear.

    Keep aiming high, as I can see clearly the importance of your work.

December 30, 2006

  • NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTIONS

    1. Become a billionare

    2. Buy a country. One with lots of roller coasters and swimming pools.

    3. Move friends and family to “Julieland”

    Hey, if I’m not gonna keep ‘em, I may as well dream big, right?;)

December 27, 2006

  • I’m an odd duck. A weirdo. A freaky personage.

    Mainly for choosing what feels right, good, natural, smart for myself and for my family.

    Lately it seems, I’ve been hearing more and more about just how weird I am. Oh, nobody has come right out and said, “Good god! You are sooo strange!” But it’s there in the words they say anyway.

    We don’t reinforce the myths of Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, etc. Oh, we don’t “forbid” them either, and the kids recieve xmas stockings and easter baskets. But we all know it’s a game of make-believe and have fun playing together. (Some years we have “Mommy Claus,” some years it’s Daddy, and best of all the kids play ‘elves’ and go to help pick out goodies for each other. I just can’t think of a single good reason to go to great lengths to lie to my kids.

    “Oh, I think it’s sad that they’re ‘missing out’” I have been told. Missing out on what? Why isn’t having fun with friends and family enough? Why does there have to be something more? With all of the amazing things in the world, we’ve gotta make shit up too? In a world that contains Yellowstone, Carlsbad caverns, sunsets, kittens, puppies, hedgehogs, music, and art, and movies and theatre, and fireworks, and science, and….your’e telling me it’s sad if we miss out on made up shit? Sorry, I ain’t buying.

    I breastfed. I breastfed a LOT. I breastfed publicly, unashamedly, at family gatherings, anywhere my kid needed nourishment. (And if you think I should have slunk away to the ladies room, well, the next time you eat out, why don’t you take your plate into the restroom. No? You don’t want to eat where people poop? That’s disgusting? Well, yeah, I didn’t want to feed my baby there either.) I also nursed until my children were two and three.

    “I think it’s disgusting if they’re breastfed once they can start asking for it.” Oh yes, my sweet little toddler coming up for “mommy milk” or to “noyse” was disgusting. We all know that bonding with your child, giving them lots of love, and also some kick-ass nutrition to boot is just so gag inducing.

    I had an unmedicated childbirth with my second one. Last night, I was told,
    “I can’t believe you had a natural childbirth” (I don’t know how ‘natural’ it was, seems like there was an awful lot of fancy medical equipment near to hand)
    Then came the words,
    “You must have been crazy.”

    Yup, yup, yup, crazy because I wanted the full, undiluted, total experience. Crazy because I trusted my body, I listened to its signals, I walked around and leaned on my husband, my mom, held hands with my mother-in-law, hugged my daughter, joked with my father-in-law, and my dad. I had the wild, intense, glorious experience that birth can be. What a weirdo, huh?

    (Oh yea, and did I mention that I actually have the nerve to think I’m perfectly capable of seeing to it that my children are educated, and that I don’t think school is really a healthy environment for a kid? That’s ‘prolly another rant for another day, tho.)

December 18, 2006

  • Well, despite my post the other day:


    Nope, You’re Not a Grinch


    Although you may feel Grinch-like at times, it’s just because you’re worn out from the holidays.

    You get into the holiday spirit more than most people – and you truly enjoy celebrating with your family and friends.

December 16, 2006