Gramma U's visit...

Ok, so Gramma U and Aunt Colleen just decided to come make a visit this weekend. I'm pretty sure they're the first of the extended family to meet my new man. (Sorry Kerry and Steph, they beat you guys by one week.) So here's the converstion between me and Gramma...

Gramma U: Well Julie, he seems very nice.

Me: Yep, I picked a nice one this time.

Gramma U: Well as long as he's good in the bed, that's what's important.

Wise advice Gramma, wise advice.

It's been a while...

So I just logged in and realized that it's been quite a while since I posted. Why? you ask. I guess because I just really don't have much to bitch about any more. And I don't want to make all of you jealous when I talk about how great my life is and how happy I am. I read back over all of my blogs from the last couple years and realize what a complete and total train wreck I was. I knew I was a little rough around the edges, but I don't think I realized just how completely fucked up I was. Poor Kerry, you became my roommate at such a crazy time of my life...but you loved me anyways...and Steph...you were the one who told me to start blogging...told me how therapeutic it would be...how right you were...and Jenny...yes, Jenny the proxy friend...you got to live the crazy life vicariously thru me! How lucky were you! But I'm so sorry to disappoint you all. I am now well on my way to becoming a functional, mature (?!?), grown up. (Shut it, Jason, I am.) Scary thought? Maybe. But I kind of like my new, relatively drama-free life. And I can't wait for you all to meet my wonderful man, soulmate, and love of my life. Quit puking Steph. Roll your eyes if you want. I don't care. I'm happy, I'm madly, hopelessly in love, and I don't care who laughs at me. Just do me a favor when you come visit. Tell Jason that I'm really not a train wreck anymore. At least comparatively....

I'm the worst mom ever...

So Haley and her friends were in my kitchen the other day talking about some girl in their class (high school freshmen) who is pregnant. Haley was talking about how terrible that would be to have a kid at 15. Most of her friends agreed but one girl was saying how she couldn't wait to have a baby. So here's my advice to these 15 year old girls. "Kids aren't nearly so rewarding as people tell you they are. It's just a lie we tell ourselves to try to make ourselves feel better since it's illegal to kill them once they're born." Haley's response? "I honestly believe that." I really am the worst mom ever.

Love and Marriage, Love and Marriage...

...Go together like a horse and carriage, let me tell you brother, you SHOULDN'T have one without the other...
So I'm married. Again. I said I never would do it, but I did. And I love it. I'm happier than I've been in years. I can't wipe the stupid grin off my face. Sometimes I can't believe its real, that I really did it. But then I see this ring on my finger and all his stuff in my house and the beautiful man sleeping beside me and I know that not only is it real, it's right. I miss him when he's gone for a day at work, and get butterflies when its time for him to come home to me again. I think maybe this is the way marriage is supposed to be? Anyways, it's good. And Jenny, I promise I will never roll my eyes and make puking sounds again when you talk about how much you love your husband and how you miss him when he's gone. The cold-hearted bitch has fallen. I know you're all laughing at me, but I don't even care. Live, Laugh, Love...life is good!

Haiti

This is a link to a blog by one of the ER doctors at IU Hospital (where I have worked for years). He is in Haiti right now. I want to go! http://messagesfromhaiti.wordpress.com/

Text message conversation

Haley: i hate being a girl!!!

Me: Why....would you rather have a penis?

Haley: no. i wish i was an alien.

Me: oh. Well maybe you can just be abducted

Car Wash

So today was nice and sunny, and after all this messy weather we've had lately, I decided to treat my truck to a nice bath. So while I was waiting in the considerably long line for the car wash, I had my window rolled down, smoking a cigarette and enjoying the (comparatively) balmy temperatures. It's an unmanned, automated car wash, so I put my money in, made my selection, and when it was finally my turn, pulled into the wash bay. Can anyone guess what I forgot to do?