Julie's Journal

Man, I don’t know what it is, but I just love Girls Next Door. I’ve watched every season so far, and I am so putting the DVD’s on my Christmas list this year.

Growing up, I always had this fascination about my father’s Playboy collection. I would give him about a week when they came in the mail to read them; then I would sneak in his room after school and read them myself, yes read them from front to back. Okay and look at the pictures. It wasn’t anything sexual; it was more of a curiosity of becoming a woman type of thing.

A lot of what I thought a woman should look like came from those early years of looking at those magazines. It wasn’t until waaaaay later that I learned those photos were touched up and made the women look perfect, when in fact they had freckles just like me. And it wasn’t until waaaaay after that when I learned that those individual things about my body were what made me special and sexy in my own way.

It’s so odd now when I look at Holly, Bridget, and Kendra’s photo spreads. What I use to think was the perfect beautiful woman isn’t that anymore. They are so beautiful and glamorous in their pictures still, but they are by far so much more beautiful and sexy when they are talking on camera about something they are passionate about or rolling around on the floor with their dogs. Well okay, Kendra just ain’t that bright, but she is pretty in her pictures! HA!

I am so grateful that Michael’s company offers partner health benefits. What this means is that anyone he wants to put on his insurance and is willing to pay for them he can. It covers situations such as families like ours, an unmarried couple with children from a previous marriage. A gay and/or lesbian relationship. Or an elderly parent that lives in the house with the employee. His company pays for him, and then they deduct the premium for me and the boyz out of his paycheck. It’s kind of high, but the insurance he has is awesome and I can’t complain one bit.

I made J.R.’s wisdom teeth extraction appointment today with the Oral Surgeon and I was pleasantly surprised that they cover 90% of the total cost. That boils down to about $200.00 out of my pocket. I was very pleased.

You already know how I feel about judgmental assholes in this world so if you are one of them, please don’t read this and leave.

My oldest son and his friends made several failed attempts at getting into the movie Jackass on Friday night. Security was tight. No liquids, gels, or water bottles. Oh wait…that was the airport. I was confusing it with the movie theater. Eyeroll…So what if he’s only 15. He can easily pass for 17, he’s a big kid. But they were watching everyone like a hawk that night and it was impossible for them.

So on Sunday I went down with them all to buy their tickets, and yes their parents were fully aware of what movie I was buying them tickets for. I went to the window and the 13 year old working behind the counter asked who the tickets were for. I said, “My kids”, and pointed back at them standing behind me. She said I couldn’t just buy them the tickets; I actually had to accompanying them to the movie. I said, “I don’t want to see the movie, they do.” She insisted that it wasn’t possible so we bought tickets to Flyboys.

Don’t believe the ratings for the box office last weekend. Flyboys probably broke records, but no one went to it. It just happened to be the only PG13 movie that was playing that the kids could buy tickets for. They all snuck into Jackass. Trust me. JR said there was one WWII vet left in the whole theater. Everyone walked out to see Jackass when it started next door. HA!

He told me the movie was great and really really funny. Oh and he said they showed penis. I was in shock. I can’t believe my son saw penis. How will he ever recover?

I took my car in for a tune up and oil change this morning. I walked away with just under $300 out of my pocket. While Michael and I were having breakfast after I got back I was telling him how I always feel like I am being ripped off when I take my car in. It’s not just this place that I go, it’s almost every mechanic I have ever had, except Fahed in California. He is the bomb mechanic and I wish he lived out here.

Michael was trying to figure out some type of permanent sticker type thing that could be put on all parts so you know if they really gave you new parts or not. HA!

Just last week he was telling me a story he read online about a lady that dropped her car off at Jiffy Lube then left to go do some shopping. A few hours later they called her and said her car was done. She had forgotten to give them her keys!!! They were still in her purse when she got back to the shop!

It’s almost Comdex time again, yeah! I didn’t go last year and I don’t remember why. I must have gotten busy doing something else. I love going and seeing all the awesome trade show booths. Some of the big boys have the most awesome trade show graphics. I always hit up the Google, MSN, and YAHOO booths first.