Julie's Journal

So the wedding plans are on the back burner for now. Michael’s bestfriend is getting married in March, so we may shoot for a late summer or early fall wedding next year. Then again we may just drive down to the chapel on the strip and do it some night at 4:00AM. Who knows *shrugs* We’re so in love it doesn’t matter what we do, although I would like friends and family there to witness it. We are so happy together all the time it’s crazy, and so wonderful! I love our late night talks or trips to get ice cream at Sonic. Yes, I am missing him right now while I’m at work. He’s home sick with a pretty bad cold. I would have loved to stay home and take care of him, but I need the hours, and the money!

We don’t have any plans for the weekend as of yet. It is Randy’s birthday party on Saturday, but I’m not sure if we are going or not. I do know a pool will be involved in our plans though. It’s 117 degrees here today, and not looking to cool down anytime soon.

Well that’s about it. I’m bored at work. I think I will work on the new layout for my blog.

Sorry for that previous post. That was so “woe is me.” I’m just being my analytical self in which this case I shouldn’t be. I’m over it.

On to better things…Michael plays a lot of World of Warcraft with the boyz. They all have their own accounts and play each other all night long. I had him take a screen shot of his character last night so I can have a picture of my man. HEHEHEHE

You can see him here. Isn’t he a cutie???!!! He has a sparkler in his hand left over from the 4th of July.

The Soft Dev Director at my work threw a party at his house for his birthday last night after work. His band Clark played along with the band Michael is in, Brave Little. Chemical Ex was suppose to play also but the whole band couldn’t make it.

That’s okay because our daughter Adrinna, who is in the band, played her violin with the guys. I love that girl. I hope she’s feeling okay today! I had a dream that everyone had water and wouldn’t give me any! Thanks Sekeol for making sure she got home safely. You are truly a very nice guy that I am proud to call my friend.

I had a wonderful time hanging out with my friends who use to be just co-workers before Michael introduced me to them and we started hanging out more and more. They are the best, and it really came to light when one of us needed some extra help, and they were all about helping without hesitation. Danny and his wife, Imy (I probably didn’t spell that right) were the most gracious, warm, and caring host ever, and made everyone feel right at home.

Someone in the extended group decided to tell me that he didn’t like me. Not in private. Not in an email. Just directly to my face in front of everyone. Was I taken aback by his caustic remark? HELL YEAH! I’m only human, and no one really likes confrontations like that. Do they? I don’t! It was so out of the blue, random, and slapdash. I don’t know if I was more perplexed by his fluky statement, or the fact that he just really thought this!

I let him speak his mind about how he based his opinion on our first meeting (my first date with Michael and all his friends. I was so nervous around his friends, but more nervous about Michael and I crossing that line of friendship that was so apparently going to happen). I tend to be loud and talkative when I first meet people, as opposed to being shy and quiet like some people are. Superficially, he decided he didn’t like me at that point and the liquid courage he had under his rather VERY LARGE belt kicked in right about that time, and he declared his dislike for me.

I, of course, didn’t keep my mouth shut and let it go. I debated until the end on how he was being unfair by the simple fact that he didn’t know me at all. I argued the fact with him that he is 6’4″ – 350 pounds, with piercings and tattoos, tons ‘o facial hair, cut off jeans and Doc Martens, that I didn’t pre-judge him as the scary thug, drugged out, mother f**ker he appears to be. I saw him as a huge part of one of my friends life, and accepted him for who he is. A funny guy that seemed to always be nice to me.

I don’t know if I got anywhere in my debate, but I do know he covered his face with his hands and said “That’s enough”. Maybe it was for him, but here I am almost 24 hours later with it still on my mind. It’s not enough for me. I still want to understand his reason for declaring that in front of everyone. It’s not so much the reason he thinks that in his mind. It’s more of the reason he felt he needed to say that at that very moment. It’s probably one of those things I will understand 10 years down the road and say, “YEAH! That’s what he was trying to do”! We never stop learning who we are do we?

I’m sure people that have met me haven’t liked me. That’s all good. But I have never had someone tell me that point blank. I’m still trying to figure out how I feel about it all, and how important it is to me on how he feels anyway.

But DAMN I had a great time with everyone, and there are images to prove it. Can you pick out the dude that doesn’t like me? Better yet…can you pick out the dude who loves me more than anything in this world?

That is the important part of all of this…who loves me bitches?

As seen here

Take Your Fanny Pack & Shove It

It started out so well. When you sent me your picture, you seemed promising. Sure, you said you were 41, but I have always liked older guys, so no problem there. I had received a ton of weird replies to my post, but your’s was straight to the point and “normal.”

The first time we meet, I end up staying over and we don’t even have sex. Things seem like they might go really well and I’m excited about this. I just met a new man, he owns his own house, has a car, blah, blah, blah.

The trouble started soon after. I come over to your house (you NEVER come to mine, you “have a dog and can’t”, you lazy fucktard) to have dinner, watch the NBA finals and hang out. You answer the door wearing jean shorts. Um, okay, I have never been one to judge, but come fucking on. What decade do you live in? Every time I hear that Budweiser commercial, real men of genius, and they make fun of “jorts,” I want to piss myself. The “jorts” should have been a huge warning signal, but like I said, I try not to judge, I’m certainly no fashion icon.

After the jorts incident, we decide to go out and grab drinks one night and so we climb into your old Honda, which you proudly boast you have poured $30,000 of stereo equipment into and proceed to blast some bubblegum pop shit and act cool. $30,000 into a 12 year old car? What the fuck? Is that why you had to buy jean shorts, you couldn’t afford full blown jeans?

Okay, so I’m a nice person, I can look past these things, besides, I like you and you have a cute dog. We start a sexual relationship and things get worse. You keep telling me you want me to be your “nasty, dirty, little slut.” You pull my hair extremely hard and are very rough with me, despite the fact that I continually tell you that’s not how I like sex. Did you ever notice the only way I every got off was when I masturbated for like 1/2 an hour before we started fucking? You didn’t get me off, I got me off. You dumb shit. Oh, and the licking your asshole thing, too much for me, especially after I watch you get out of the shower and pour baby powder all over you body. Yeah, like I want to lick a butthole full of baby powder. Mix in some Vaseline and I can make a potion. Ugh, you disgusting fuck.

Now, one would think that I would have walked away after all of this, but NO, I’m too stupid and keep thinking you’ll come around.

This is where you start talking down to me. I am after all, only 25 and you are at the wise old age of 41. You constantly ask me if “I understand,” and speak to me in the tone of a child. Um, dipshit, you got your GED and I graduated from a well known and respected University. I think I can hold a conversation. If I appear to not understand, it’s probably because I tuned you out.

Speaking of smart, you have me over one night and show me your profile on a dirty adult site. Okay, no big deal, I already know you are a dirty freak, but the profile says that you are in actuality, 46. I get mad at you for lying and you get mad at me and claim you never lied and can never lie to anyone. You just fucking LIED and I busted you. You are so fucking stupid!

Despite all this bullshit, I still have not walked away. HOWEVER, it didn’t take much longer for me to dump you like Tuesday’s garbage, AND, it took one minor thing.

We go out to grab drinks one night and you grab your motherfucking FANNY PACK. What the FUCK?!?!?!?!?! Who in the hell carries one. You then proceed to tell me it’s like a purse and you can carry everything in it. Okay, GROSS. It’s not your lying, your powdery asshole, your stupid car, your fucking jorts that make me not call you back ever, it’s your fucking fanny pack.

When I put the final image of you together, I still can’t believe I slummed it so bad. You: a middle-aged liar in jorts with a shitty car, an over-rated stereo system, a powdery ass and a fucking FANNY PACK. Holy shit, I’m pissing on myself right now thinking of it. Someone please come club me over the head and wake me up from this nightmare.

I’m hating Vegas right now and it’s hotness during this time of the year.

What is worse, is my air conditioning unit has been broke for three days, on a holiday weekend. It currently is 96 degrees inside my house.

Oh wait, what is worse is the technician your home warranty people send out won’t go in your attic to fix the blower motor because he’s too fat to fit up there, and he needs some type of platform built so he can work up there.

Now let me ask you this. You’re a computer programmer. Can you do your job without a computer? You’re a gardner. Can you do your job without a mower? Who the hell shows up to fix an a/c unit that is in the attic without the proper ladder, platform, or tools?

So Micheal being the nice guy that he is built a platform for fat ass to stand on while he fixes the blower mower. I called him to tell him that we were ready to go, and he said it was too late in the day to come out.

Soooooooooooooo…I’m now waiting for a new technician to come over who I will have to pay full price for, without warranty, and hopefully recoup it from my landlord when he is back from vacation.

But…it will be fixed and my family, plus kitty, will stop being so damn cranky!

I wrote a review also on the Yahoo Yellow Pages, you can read it here.

*EDIT*New air conditioning fix-it-man came. All is good, and it’s now 86 degrees in here! w00t!