Delicious.

We all know I'm psychic, but recently aside from being internally magic, my outside is magic.
Here's the grind. I recently was running out of body wash. I have purchased the Dayna Decker line of body wash and moisturizer, which is INCREDIBLE, but being as it rings in at almost 50 bucks a bottle, I use that sparingly. Dayna Decker is also very very concentrated, and I don't want to be "that girl" at work who smells SO SO SO SO SO SO strongly of perfume. I consider this stuff to be liquid GOLD and use it on weekends, date night, etc. etc. My personal favorite scent is "Bardou" which contains, pink peppercorn, fresh greens, wild rose, pink peony (my FAVORITE), cardamom and redwood. MAGIC.
So I found myself needing body wash, not wanting to use up all my DD magic, but also not wanting to be super cheap and buy regular drugstore stuff. Especially since it's fall and my skin gets super duper dry. GROSS.
I shimmied over to ULTA and decided to peruse the aisles. After some hardcore browsing, I found some interesting sale going on. Buy one, get one 50% off, forC.BOOTH products. I thought, what the Hell, might as well give it a try. So I bought, the Rosemany Mint cleanser, and the DELICIOUS magical Walnut Shell Scrub & Cleanser. Let me tell you, these are both SUPER reasonably priced, and I LOVE THEM. The rosemary mint smells incredible, and it's super refreshing, hydrating and overall delicious. The Walnut Shell Scrub smells like a vanilla cake mated with an almond biscotti, then they decided to make it an orgy and invite creamy buttercream and vanilla bean bliss. IT SMELLS LIKE PURE MAGIC. And the walnut shell is a super amazing exfoliant, I feel so clean and shiny!
I also want to try the "Breathe Easy" body wash which will undoubtedly be incredible when I get my first cold of the season. It has a fresh zingy menthol smell and sinus clearing freshness that I think I would love in cold season.
Anywho, thought I should share! Have a great smelling day!
xox

Oops I did it again....

I lied. I told you all I'd be back in blog glory, but I haven't been. Not because I don't love you, not because of the hipsters, and not because I am still analyzing the ACL lineup. It's because being a grownup sucks sometimes!!!! I hate not having blog time! My creativity is getting sucked up by evil grown up world! There is only one solution...quit my job. become a full time blogger. MAGIC.

I'll keep you posted....till then, I'll be reading your wonderful blogs and weeping for the times when I could write everyday.

Oh, and I'm trying to move to Paris for the entirety of next summer. Thoughts?

peaceloveandihatebeinganadult,

Meowmix

Lovahs....

Again, I'm so super sorry for leaving you in the dark lately! I've gotten some sweet emails and comments and I can assure you everything is just peachy!

I just got back from a marathon weekend in Austin, and I swear my body was having flashbacks to college because we made 7am our bedtime almost every night....ouch. But so so worth it. Plenty of tales to come. Like the time I told some random guido he looked like the guy from the Shakeweight commercial.....yeah.

So the last post was surely confusing for you all, and that's totes understandable! I'm not going to elaborate on it because it's kinda personal and we all know how I'm not so good with mushy emotional things, capiche? However, all I will say is that it resolved an issue that has plagued and pained me for a few years now, and I feel better about some things that happened in the past. Although I know the past isn't where I should be living....but still.

In light of moving on and growing up, I'm going to share with you a piece I wrote for a website a few years ago. It never got published because the company went under, but I really enjoyed writing it. I wrote it four years ago, right after the most painful heartbreak anyone could ask for. SO that's as emo as I'll get on here...Yes, I have had a terrible heartbreak...Yes, I survived. So I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think!

The Breakup: Up close and personal with the nasty deed

So you got dumped, or you were the dumper, hell it could’ve been the “mutual” thing; for what it’s worth....it’s OVER. No ifs ands or buts, it’s done, gone to the trash, you’re single and so are they. What the hell to do now?  If you’re anything like the typical human being (cold, heartless man/woman eaters to the side), you’ll sit down for about a month or two and torture yourself and all those around you  by listening to every sad song, going to  your “favorite restaurants” and mentioning your ex-significant other in every other conversation. You’ll also read every note, go over every conversation, and over-analyze the life out of every possible aspect of your already DONE AND OVER WITH relationship. I’ve gone through this process recently and to save all of you the time and emotional gut twisting roller coaster of a break up, I’ve come to a couple of very important conclusions...

DISCLAIMER: The forthcoming advice is applicable to all who chose to adhere. Take it at your own risk, your life will not become instantly happier, your ex will not come crawling back nor will they come down with an exotic un-curable disease. These words are meant to help you. As with all breakups they vary in severity, the author is well aware that “he/she might have been the one”. But at this rate, they are being “the one” that is probably out having a better time than you are, so you might as well start doing the same thing.

1. You must accept the fact that it’s over. Even if there IS a flickering hope that there will be a re-kindling of the relationship you can’t hold on forever. If you’re going to get back together, it’ll happen, rain or shine. If you believe in fate, this will be easy for you, whatever it may be that you do/do not believe in, order will restore itself whether or not he/she is in the picture.

2. Stalking is usually illegal... don’t take the risk of getting caught doing it, plus it’ll just make you feel worse, and they’ll think you’re psycho which ruins the chances of ever speaking to them again.

3. If you so happen to be on speaking terms, keep it friendly, start out with small-talk and don’t bust out with serious sob-worthy dissertation length speeches about “what happened to us?” Keep it light and friendly at first, and then if the time and mood is right, you can usually let your guard down and talk about any lingering issues in a civilized manner. (Bold and italicized statements are meant to be strongly emphasized.)

4. Avoid “rebounding”. Leave that to the basketball players. It can make you look uber desperate and it can be disrespectful to the other person. What I mean is, you might be making them feel like everything you ever had was completely meaningless and you’re just rubbing it in their face. Avoid rubbing things in their face. It may be tempting, but be the bigger person; it always pays off even though it doesn’t feel like it at the time.

5. Avoid rebounding within the ex’s circle of friends (i.e. trying to go through the entirety of his/her pledge class) word gets around fast and you don’t want to look like an idiot or a walking STD.

6. Don’t ask don’t tell. Don’t go prying into their personal details (see number 2). Don’t try to find out who they’re hanging out with or hooking up with. Don’t reveal your personal life either, if you’ve ever played telephone in a large group of people you’ll understand how one simple phrase can be grossly misconstrued (especially when everyone is at a loud party with a couple drinks coursing through their bloodstream.) If they want to tell you about it, let them tell you. If they’re not telling you it’s for a reason.

7. Don’t burn bridges. Acting brashly and lashing out at the ex or their friends can have some nasty repercussions. Stay calm and cool, don’t trash talk. It sounds bitter and nasty and it only fuels the fire. Don’t be rude to people who are associated with the ex. You and the ex are the ones who broke up, no one else had anything to do with it and let’s keep it that way.

8. Keep memories sweet. You both know you had some really great times and some amazing memories, keep them. Don’t let the past poison your future, it’s ok to crack a smile if you remember the time he/she did something absolutely heart melting for you. You don’t have feel like you have mad cow every time you think of them. Keep the memories right where they are and move on, make better ones.

9. Get out there, if you read number 4, you’ll know what NOT to do. Just because you’re newly single doesn’t mean you have to immediately start dating. All those times you secretly were envious of your single friends are no more. Go have fun, crack yourself up, forget about “spitting your game”, or “pulling some wool”. Great things happen when you least expect them. Go do what YOU want to do, surround yourself with great friends and good times.

10. Lastly and very importantly. You’re likely still in college. Your biological clock is not  ticking that desperately yet. Stop pursuing your Mrs./Mr. Degree and focus on yourself. Don’t take it to an extreme and become an antisocial hermit, but enjoy your youth. You are on the road to finding the right person, you need some trial runs before the real thing. Put it this way, you’re one trial run down, admit that it was fun and try another! (Remember the walking STD part). You’re in college, there are oodles of options, try things you never would’ve tried. You won’t know you like something until you try it. Stop riding the pine and get back on the playing field.

Hopefully you’ve put down the pint of haagen daaz, turned off “The Notebook” and are well on your way to getting ready for a night of painting the town red. Let the future happen, worry about right now and being happy right now. You can worry about tomorrow when it gets here, and it will work itself out. In the words of the Semi Sonics “every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” Make lots of great beginnings and let the endings make you better, not bitter.

peaceloveandnewbeginnings, 

lovelovelove,

The Hypothetical Cats Are Out Of The Bag....

OK, so I guess we have an issue to address. Other than the fact that I will not be blogging till next week because I am supposed to be writing a term paper right now, and I have 2 more to write. GROSS. 

On my last blog post, SOMEONE (an anonymous commenter) asked me the following:

Random question...are you part Asian?

Your pictures look like you might be and with the names of your dogs I thought I'd ask!

NOW: I have my theories as to who this "anonymous commenter" was. First of all, I have never shown my real face on the blog. Why does this make you think I'm Asian? Was it the Mermaid Locks? Usually one can see Asian-ness in the eye area, and I haven't shown this. So riddle me this, "anonymous blogger", had my dog been named "Bratwurst" or "Weinerschnitzel" would you think I was German? Austrian? What if I just like Japanese names? I'm not pissed, in fact I find this hysterical. But to answer your question, no, I'm not Asian. But thanks for asking. Sushi and Shinko are just fun to say and the actual breed of dog (shih-tzu) IS ASIAN. So yes, MY DOG IS ASIAN. 

Next issue:

MY DOG IS NOT ONLY ASIAN, BUT SHE IS A CAT. Yeah. You read that right. And I have proof. First of all, she licks her paws like a cat, she is also sneaky like a NINJA, and very...catlike in general. She is also OBSESSED with cats, and cats are OBSESSED with her. Here's the proof. I look up from paper writing and I see this:

DOES ANYONE ELSE THINK THIS IS EFFING WEIRD? Do you see the BRIGHT LIGHTS coming from the cat's eyes??? It's JEDI MIND TRICKING MY POOR NUGGET OF LOVE. They are literally making love through their eyes. I'm pretty sure that's ILLEGAL. They sat like that for LIT-RILLY 10 MINUTES. TEN WHOLE MINUTES MAKING EYE LOVE. 

In other nooz...there is no other news, other than HAPPY CINCO DE MARGARITAS  MAYO. 

peaceloveandcatdogaction,
lovelovelove,

**DISCLAIMER** NO ANIMALS WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS BLOG POST. So don't get all PETA in my grill. 

WillYooMaryMii and Some other Cray Cray Bits...

K so I've recently been assigned a LOAD of non-fun-ness at work, basically lots of numbers and letters and combinations of letters and numbers, and I have the math skills of a 3 year old with severe ADHD and Dyslexia. Yeah. That bad. 


Ask my friends and my college math professor. I took "football player math" at Vanderbilt...twice. Yeah. I was supposed to be the "shining star" and turns out the dudes with like 2 brain cells left did better than I did....maybe it was also combined with the fact that it was at 8AM, my FIRST SEMESTER, my boyfriend was in the class, and he skipped too (I'm basically saying it was his fault...bad influence...he was older), and I'm NOT a morning person, especially when there are parties to be had.....I DIGRESSIONATE.

My co-worker sent me a website where you can buy the same engagement ring that Edward gives Bella. WHAT.THE.PFEFFERNUSSE. 

you can buy the ring HERE. Not that you'd want to...you would? ew.

I mean I'm all in love with vamps and sparkly hot (I guess in real life they'd be cold, but whatev) men and what not, but COME ON. When you're 90 and looking at this ring, you might think differently. PLUS, it's not really pretty. Nor does it look like a real live engagement ring. It looks like something you could buy at FOREVER21 for $5.80 (I heart forever21, but it's not where I want my engagement ring from...obvi). So, they also give you options. You can have the CHEAP version, the MEDIUM CHEAP version, and the REAL version. Who the EFF is going to know? I honestly think its creep-tastic. Thoughts???

Other Cray Cray Bits for you:

I have three term papers left to write then I AM DONE-ZO. 

My professor used the word "TROLL" in class the other day and I lit-rilly almost had to walk out because I was about to go all loosey goosey and crack up. 

CARISSA and I collaborated and created the word "DOUCHENGOYLE" to describe a stupid dude. It is a combination of "douche canoe" and "gargoyle". Use it. Love it. Spread it. Like BUTTAH. 

I decided what I'm going to name my next dog. Actually, I might get one soon. You all know how my precious baby love nugget is currently named Sushi, and I'm getting her a sister (I think/hope) and naming her Shinko. It's a japanese name for a girl, and also a type of Sushi. You're jealous.  I've accidentally been calling Sushi "Shinko" and she's all "bitch get my name right"...

Allright, I have a confesh. 
I'm secretly (not so secretly anymore) OBSESSED with the song "Red Blooded Woman" by Kylie Minogue. JUDGE ME. Then listen to it and TRY TO JUDGE ME. Miley and Britney of course remain in first place forever. Obvi. Who do you think I am?

peaceloveanddouchengoyles, 
lovelovelove, 

BIG Nooz and Roolz...Jules Bear Style....

Are you confuzzled? Because I spelled Nooze and Roolz instead of News and Rules? Well, I like to mis-spell things. It makes me feel dangerous. I won spelling bees like it was my JOB way back, and I'm kind of a freakishly good speller, so when I purposely mis-spell things, I feel dangerous. REAL dangerous. 

Moving on. 

I'z got some NOOZ for you! (See!? I did it again...danger is my middle name...)

NOOZ:

1. YESTERDAY I OFFICIALLY PASSED MY GRADUATE COMPREHENSIVE EXAM! this means I get to GRADJOOATE! (graduate)!!!!!!!!!!! Now I just have three term papers and a presentation left. Piece of cake. kinda. not really. effffff.

2. MY BESTICLE/BEEFER/TROLL PRINCESS PARTNER IN CRIME is coming to visit me for my graduation!!!! She gets here May 13th! For those of you who don't know her, she's the one involved in THIS STORY.  We're basically going to have LOTZ OF FUN.

3. I was running again on my nature trail thingie, and I saw a BLACK SQUIRREL. HOLY AWESOMENESS. I had never seen one. It was like I saw a Unicorn or something. Srsly. Of course I stopped. Of course. Not weird. AT ALL. 

Ok so onto the "ROOLZ": 

I decided to create a new blog topic titled "ROOLZ". These ROOLZ are just me going on about how I think things should be. So here we go. 

1. Everyone should pass an IQ test in addition to the Driver's test. There are WAY TOO MANY idiots on the road, and they all seem to gravitate towards my general direction. Which leads to my road rage. No me gusta. 

2. There should be a real live fashion police. How awesome would  that be? Seriously. Think about it. 

3. People who don't know how to properly sneeze or cough should be punished. By being sneezed or coughed on. Seriously people. COVER YOUR MOUTH.

4. There should be "Manners class" in elementary or middle school just like "Grammar" or "Home Economics". Kids will learn to say please, thank you, excuse me, pardon me, and learn how to shake hands. Because we all know there is NOTHING WORSE than a LIMP HANDSHAKE. Blechhhh. I just cringed. 

In other NOOZ, I will be working on my music blog soon, but in the meantime, fill your ears with this magic!

"Who's Afraid of Detroit?"- Claude Vonstroke

"Say Yeah"- Wiz Khalifa

"Accidental Babies" -Damien Rice

"I Only Wear Blue" - Dr. Dog

"We Own the Sky"- M83

peaceloveblacksquirrelsandbaddrivers, 

lovelovelove, 

I'M BACK WITH A CONFESSION...

LOVAHS!!! 

Hoe Em Gee, I feel like I fell off the blogosphere/universe/circle of life for a WHILE. But, I'm happy to announce that I took my big bitch of an exam Saturday morning, and after 4.5 hours of writing my face off, they're over!!! I think I did well, especially after studying all flippin' week and cutting myself off from the world. But my hand hurt like rilllly bad.

All I have left till I graduate are 3 term papers and my oral exam! Woop! I'm so flippin' excited. 

So after my exam, I was all, "let's get crazy and celebrate" and since I was running on no sleep and gummy bears/coffee/kozy shack no sugar added rice pudding/more coffee and gummy bears, I had my first beer and felt like I had beat a rugby team in a chugging contest ( I was WAY buzzed after ONE BEER. No bueno). So I laid off the booze for fear of getting schnockered and then spent allllllllllll day Sunday paying homage to sloths around the world and laying in bed watching Netflix. Holla. 

So, I have a confession. I am Regina George. Lately, I realized I have had a lot of Regina George moments and I think we are one and the same. Srsly. It's 'cause I'm a Virgo, and we're SUPER UBER critical creatures who are nitpicky and finicky about dumb shit. SO, last week, when I was leaving campus, I spotted this creature and flat out stopped walking, pulled my phone out, and blatantly took a pic. I HAD to. Because who the EFF dresses like this to SCHOOL!?!? Plus, since I've been a bad blogger, I knew I owed it to you guys. I generally try to channel Mary Kate Olsen when I go to school (bag-lady-like  combinations of clothing and "hipster-chic" combos that sometimes might make you die a little). 

Here it is:

Ummm....do we offer degrees in stripping? I'm so confused. And Yes, those ARE platform STILL-E-TOS. More like STILL-E-HOE.

Anywhooo, I'm so glad to be back and will be reading all your lovely stuff once again! I've got lots to tell y'all and have decided that YES, I will be doing a music blog, but only after I catch up with you guys!!

peaceloveandskankysloresgalore, 

lovelovelove

Monday Music and Thangs...

Lovahs!

Spring Break is over (sadface) but I'm happy to report that it went smoothly. Not nearly as exciting as previous college spring breaks, but still relaxing, fun, and VERY musical. 

Keith Urban was a-mazing. I will post pics later from our AMAZING 7th row seats. THEN I went and saw Band of Skulls and Black Rebel Motorcycle Club on Saturday, and they put on a SPECTACULAR show. 

Ok, so I've mentioned my nervous laugh to y'all before. It's not really a laugh, it starts as a giggle, then gets increasingly more high pitched and then reaches decibels only dogs and bats can hear. My beefer since 2nd grade "Lola" also has this nervous laugh. So when we're together, and nervous, it's like a high pitched giggle fest. Enter the night of the Brett Dennen/Erin McCarley concert. 

We had just had a lovely musical evening filling our ears with musical candy and treats. On the way home, around 11ish, we were driving down the freeway. I am petrified of heights, Lola is kinda too. There is a HUGE, I mean HUGE overpass in Houston that is literally a bajillion feet high, and it's ONE CAR LENGTH wide. So, you're basically teetering over the city. UMMM. SCARY.

captain gigglebox.

SO Lola and I start kind of joking about how scary the overpass is....we start approaching the overpass...I start to giggle....She starts to giggle...Giggling is now more high pitched....Overpass is fast approaching....Giggling becomes hysterical...Lola has tears streaming down her face she's giggling so hard...I can scarcely breathe I'm giggling so hard...Overpass is HERE.NOW....Pretty sure we could've shattered windows at this point the giggling is OOC (out of control). Lola is WHEEZING she's still giggling....More giggles. Giggles turn into HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER. I'm talkin' uncontrollable, gut hurting, tear jerking, can't breathe, can't talk, Lola is having trouble holding the wheel straight HYSTERICAL NERVOUS LAUGHTER. All of this is taking place as our lives hang (literally) over the highest point on the planet. Then, we realized we made it. We were alive. So we laugh about that some more. Classic Beefer Moment. Classic.

I'll be back with lots of fun stuff for you this week!

peaceloveandgigglefests, 

lovelovelove,

Conversations with a Beefer.....

Friends and Lovahs, 

I know you all just read that title and were all "huh?".... Allow me to explain...

Beefer: (noun). Term used to describe a BFF. Ex: "Aw, beefer, I miss you!"

So, my beefer lives in Nashville right now. She's pretty amazing if I say so myself, otherwise she probs wouldn't be my beefer. Duh. 

Today, I have a presentation to finish, so I'm keepin' this one short and suh-weet. I'll be back to normal blog activity tomorrow. Promise. 

Typical Convos with the Beefer:

Beefer: "Jules, wanna know something really weird?"

Me: "Uh, sure..."

Beefer: "I'm like....really pretty."

Me: "Does this mean you're in sweats, wearing your rasta hat, trolling the aisles of Whole Foods praying you don't see anyone you know?"

Beefer: "Basically". 

Beefer: "Go talk to that guy"

Me: "No, he's fug"

Beefer: "Haha ok fine, he's fug, but his friend is hot so you can break the ice for me"

Me: "Selfish slore."

Beefer: "Let's get more drinks."

Me: "Ok! Love you!"

Me: "That guy is hot."

Beefer: "You have the weirdest taste in men and I have no idea why you pick the ones you do"

Me: "Fine. At least I didn't date the distant cousin of a WALRUS."

Beefer: "I hate you. But I guess you're right."

Me: "Let's get more drinks"

Beefer: "Ok! Love you!"

Me: "Hey Beefer, member that time you dragged me to that guy's house late night and I pretended to smoke pot with you guys and everyone thought I was a total badass because I didn't cough?"

Beefer: "Yeah, that was hysterical!"

Me: "No it wasn't, because then you locked yourself in the guys' bedroom and made me sit alone on the couch with his high roomates and wait for  a pledge to pick my ass up and take me home. And when he came to get me, he drove up in a YELLOW HUMMER and I wanted to die."

Beefer: "Yeah, but remember the time you dragged me to that hotel so you could make small talk with that 35 year old guy in that band, only to realize you didn't like him after all and you made him drive you back in the tourbus?"

Me: "Ugh. Fine. Let's go get Maggiano's and eat it in the park"

Beefer: "OK! Love you!"

Basically, we're peas in a pod. She's NEVER BEEN TO TEXAS and I braved the fiercely cold Chicago winter last year to visit her, and I've been to Nashville TWICE, so she owes me a visit. 

Excuse the total random-ness of the post, but my brain is half melted from Rodeo weekend and I hate school. Basically. But I love my beefer. Lots.

Musique Du Jour: 

The album "Gorilla Manor" by Local Natives

The album "And Then Boom" By Iglu & Hartley

Peaceloveandbeefers, 

lovelovelove, 

Jules. 

Sweetness and Such

Hi Lovahs, 

SO, this morning I was on the way to work and brainstorming blog ideas, and I was just concocting random menageries of things that would prob confuse your brains. And since I know it's Monday, I won't do that to you just yet. Then, the lovely Stacy gave me an award! She's a sweet pea who's a whiz in the kitchen and she has the cutest ewok dog EVAH and her and Sushi should prob buy BFF collars...just sayin'. Soo, below is my award! And then I have to list 10 things that make me happy, then I pass it on to 10 peeps. Good thing 10 is my lucky number or else I'd be super annoyed. HENCEFORTH....

Stacy thinks I'm sweet....sweet!

Things that make me Happy (in no particular order):

1.) My crazy family. I'm so lucky to have them, and I don't know what I'd do without them. Cheezeball but true.

2.) Music. Before my feet hit the ground every morning, my speakers are already playing something. My car is never silent, and showers aren't showers if there isn't music on, same goes for cleaning, cooking, etc. etc. 

3.) My friends. The Beatles had it right. "I get by with a little help from my friends." I couldn't ask for better ones, y'all know who you are!

4.) The lessons my Dad taught me. I wouldn't be where I am / Who I am without what he taught me and helped me learn. 

5.) My pup. Sushi is quite possibly the most loved dog on the planet. She's amazing and her furry little self has seen me at my highest highs and lowest lows.

6.) 75 degree days spent outside in the sun. I think all my readers know about my affinity for warmth and sun about now. 

7.) Outdoor concerts. Want to see me with a perma-smile? Take me to an outdoor show. I'll be on cloud 9 for days. Srsly. 

8.) Baseball games. Cold beer, hotdogs, and seats behind home plate where I can watch the pitch come in. Talk about happy. 

9.) Bodies of water. Get me on the beach or on the lake and everything is A-Ok. Throw a hammock into the mix and we're talking subliminal happiness. 

10.) My royal screw-ups in life, heartbreak included. Looking back on all that stuff makes me happy for what it made me realize, what it made me learn, and how it changed my perspective to be better at life, not bitter. 

I hereby pass this on to.....

CARISSA bc she's my soultwin and we like to drunkenly text each other on weekends.

I say Yes When I Oughta Say No, because the title speaks for itself and she makes me laugh.

Mr. Overly Competitive because he might be a male version of me in some ways and he cracks me up!

Cher. Because I've been reading her since I started my blog and she's an amazing hawt mama who gives good advice and has hysterical stories and photo-documenting skillz.

Linden. From Cake Called, I Answered, because she's a Houstonian who understands my hatred for shistey weather, cooks like a pro, and has an adorable pup who I might kidnap.

The Girls at Misadventures from the Batcave. Weasel Wednesdays kill me (in the best way possible) and they're full of blog amazingness.

J. From Life. She's another Texan who is super sweet and shares my love for dogs.

Steam Me Up Kid. She KILLZ me and I like it.

At Least I'm Skinny. Because she is crafty and loves J. Shore. 

B at Blicious! She is super adorable, takes awesome pics and lets me drool over her closet. 

Y'all rock. 

Stay tuned this week for some sorority stories! Speaking from the Crib has hazed convinced me into writing about some stories, so maybe I'll call it "Speaking from the Sorority" or something equally non-creative. Ha. Peace out and Happy Monday!

lovelovelove, 

Jules.

Something You Should Know....

Lovahs, 


Those of you that know me know that I am a very honest person. Brutally honest at times, and sometimes this gets me in a pickle. HOWEVER. I feel I haven't been completely honest with you guys/gals. While it is hard to get to know someone via the blogosphere, there's a part of me you should know about. And here it is. 


I am part Chihuahua. 


Umm....Yeah. MAYJAH news for you to take in, but it's time you knew. Before I was corrupted by that beotch in science class in 4th grade, I was CONVINCED 100% that I was part wolf and humans and animals could co-exist in the same body. I am an animal whisperer of sorts, so I thought it was only natural that I be a part of the animal kingdom. I used to have a Chihuahua named "Bubba" and we were kind of like soulmates (Don't worry Carissa, you're still soultwin numero uno). Ok so all of the following info is TRUE because it's from Wikipedia (baha my professors would choke and die if they read that!)


WHY JULIE IS PART CHIHUAHUA (brought to you by the folks at wiki):

•  The Chihuahua’s history is a puzzling one as there are many theories surrounding their true origin. (I'm very mysterious, so I've been told. PLUS I have a diverse background.)
• The Chihuahua was used in sacred rituals as they were considered holy to Pre-Colombian Indian nations. They were also popular pets to the upper class. (I mean this is just obvious. I'm kind of a big deal.)
• Long-haired Chihuahuas are actually smoother to the touch, having soft, fine guard hairs and a downy undercoat, which gives them their fluffy appearance. (I have long hair and many people have told me it's super soft, and the  fluffiness is because of the static in the air)
• The AKC describes the breed as, "A graceful, alert, swift-moving little dog with saucy expression, compact, and with terrier-like qualities of temperament." (DUH. If I had a nickel for every time someone called me "saucy" and "swift moving"...) The breed tends to be fiercely loyal to one particular owner, but may be attached to more. (Basically, I got yo' back! And I'm not a lyin' cheetah!) They do not always get along with other breeds.(Oopsies.)
• ^{tendency to bite when frightened. (I'm a huge scaredy cat and I will bite, kick, scream if I have to! IN other words...FIERCE)}
• ^{Chihuahuas can also be at risk for hypoglycemia, or low blood sugar. (Sucks, but true!)}
• ^{Chihuahuas are sometimes picky eaters, and care must be taken to provide them with adequate nutrition. (Ask anyone who knows me....)}
• ^{Unfortunately, this breed doesn’t naturally handle cold weather well. There are a couple of different reasons for this, but the main reason comes from their history. The Chihuahua breed originated from the hot climate of Chihuahua, Mexico. In this hot climate, Chihuahuas didn’t need to deal with the cold. (NOW you understand all those posts I've been writing about HATING the miz cold! Plus I'm part Mexican, so it just furthers my point.}

Aaaand, we might bear a strong resemblance to each other. I'm just sayin'.....

Has anyone ever told you that you look like an animal?!

Pee. Ess: Random Sidenote: I'm so embarrassed about the fact that Enrique Iglesias randomly came on my ipod this morning on the way to work...and I didn't skip it. I DANCED. And I flippin' love Taylor Swift. And Miley. Bite Me. Or I'll bite you since I'm a Chihuahua....


PEE PEE ESS. I'm not yappy. I swearz. The only time I'd consider myself yappy is when I was in college during sorority rush. But that wasn't real life. Obvi.

"It's 5 o'clock somewhere" isn't working for me today.....

I need to preface this post with a few things. First, I realize some of you live in arctic weather, and you might hate me for this post. But I've never lived in the North/Arctic so you can't hate me because I don't know any better. So, sorry for being all tropical up in yo grill.  Second, I'm all grumplestiltskin because school starts again next week, and May 14th (the day I graduate) is not very soon yet. Also, I'm annoyed at this season of the Bachelor. Ugh.  I'm also annoyed at all the New Year's "resolutionists" at the gym because they're taking up too much space and they try and get all competitive with me while I'm minding my own biz, jamming out to my tunez (sorry guys....I'll post about this later so you can understand my frustation).

So, here we go. I love fall and fall weather. I love the clothes, everything about it. The Holiday drinks at Starbie's, and the holiday excitement. Then the holidays come and go, and I'm stuck in limbo. It's too cold out to lay by the pool, and there are no fun holiday activities. Also, outdoor running is still slightly uncomfortable. So, I'm anxious/antsy for it to get warmer so I can lay by the pool. Because the saying "it's 5 o'clock somewhere" only sounds delicious when you associate it with a beach/warm place. Am I right?? Basically what I'm trying to say is I'm getting sick of happy hour in a coat, freezing my ass off. I want to drink cold bevs by the pool. Oh, and I'm so pale that I'm afraid people are going to start calling me "Casper"....blech. I'm not one of those people who "embraces my paleness"...wish I could... Baby steps...baby steps..

So, in short, 

1. It needs to be pool weather...which means margaritas by the pool weather...which means AWESOME

2. I need a tan

3. May 14th needs to get here like....NOW

Musique Du Jour:

The artist "Ratatat"....they're pretty friggin' sweet. 

A Man Day

Today, dear bloggies, I had a man day. 

Umm...WTF is a "man day!?".....Here goes. I woke up, had lunch with mom (not manly)..drove to my sidejob (working around all men...so kinda manly) and then met up with two girlfriends to watch the TEXAS LONGHORNS play mothereffing Alabama. We ordered pizza and drank beer (MANLY) and then I cried when we lost. Literally. Like I'm sitting on the couch and my friend turns around and asks "are you ok"....and I couldn't reply because I had a big ass knot in my throat. TOTALLY MANLY. I cried over an effing football game, but like I contained my tears like a man and looked around and made my eyes all big so I wouldn't shed a real tear (SO EFFING MANLY).... And then I fantasized about my future athletic children being part of something so amazing. Don't even get me started on sports...it's silly. And manly. I went to college in the SEC which is truly an amazing division, but I have a grudge against the stupid effing "crimson tide"...ugh. I swear, if I hear "ROLL TIDE" one more time I'm going to yak up my pizza and beer in yo face. Fo realz. Projectile style. MAN style. 

But, I guess it's time you guys meet my boyfriend. I've kept our relationship on the DL because he's really a big deal and we're totes in lurve. I introduce to you, Jordan Shipley. Man of my Dreams. We will shortly be producing football babies. Love him. Be jealous. For him, I broke my cardinal rule of not dating younger men. But look at his fucking arms, and that face....gawwww.

I cropped myself out of this one because I didn't want people to be too jealous. 

jordan + julie = lots of athletic hot babies

Jules.... A La Bridget Jones

Darlings, 

I've been MIA, mostly because I've realized how much time I have on my hands with the holidays, and I've been...doing a whole lot of nothing. Any by nothing I mean a bit of soul searching. You see, I graduate in May, and have to figure out my next move by then, and the older I get, the faster time goes, hence the worries I've been carrying around. Soooo, I hope everyone had a wonderful, Happy Holiday, and I wish you all the very best in the New Year. So here goes: Jules, a la Bridget Jones:

Weight: bahaha...not telling. 

Alcohol Units: unspeakable...it's the freaking holidays, give me a break! I will tell you I've purchased 1 bottle pink champagne, 1 bottle pink prosecco, 1 bottle Chardonnay, 1 bottle Merlot, 1 case of "premium European sampler" beer, 1 bottle Crown Royale, and a few more things....let's not talk about how much is left k?? 

Cigarettes:  0..... ok make that .5, I TRY to smoke, but I CAN'T!!! I pretend to inhale, and I end up coughing and hacking everywhere, but I somehow think attempting to smoke looks sexy and alluring...I blame Joe Camel during my youth. 

Calories: Let's just say Jenny Craig would have a full on melt-down....for realz yo. 

Boyfriend: All I will say is that my adorable nephew told me over the phone today: 

"Aunt Julie, I know sumfin you got for Christmas..."

Me: "Oh really? Well let's keep it a secret till I come visit you...."

Adorable Nephew: "Well, I still know sumfin you got!!"

Me: "Did Santa Claus tell you!?"

Adorable Nephew: "Nope...I just know it"

Me: "Ok...."

Adorable Nephew: "I'm just gonna tell you what it is, k??"

Me: "Ok...."

Adorable Nephew: "A BOYFRIENDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "

Me: "Oh....wow....ok! Sounds......interesting...."

As we speak, I'm signing him up for the A&E special, "Psychic Kids". I saw the preview for it while I lost my "Hoarders" virginity....let me tell ya, that show is DEEPLY......DEEPLY....DISTURBING. I texted "Lola" aka bestie during the show begging her not to become a hoarder....serious business that shit is....ew. 

So, dear blogosphere, I leave you with some pearls of wisdom for the New Year, 10 to be exact, in honor of 2010. 

1. Don't riddle yourself with expectations....it makes life so much better and fills it with surprises and exhilarating moments. 

2. Friends and family are amazing. Hugs are powerful. 

3. Don't psych yourself out, just go with the flow. You'll be surprised sometimes how good it makes you feel. 

4. Good music is far more than just something delicious in your ears. 

5.  Be honest. It seems hard at first, but it's liberating, and it helps create honesty in others around you. 

6. Be YOURSELF. Why live a life as someone else when you can live your own? Follow what YOU love, don't copy, don't try to be someone else. Create your own mark in life, that's why you're here. 

7. Give of yourself to others. (Mind OUT of the gutter...haha) But seriously. 5 minutes time to someone, anyone can truly make a difference. 

8. Work for what you love. Love what you work for. Cheesy, but we're only here for so long, might as well make it count. 

9. Learn to love. Love something/somebody with all your heart at least once. It can hurt like the Dickens, but you'll never forget the best parts. 

10. RELAX. Throw your worries away every once in a while. Take a deep breath, look around, and find something to be thankful for. A tree, a dog, a freaking chocolate bar. It's all there for a reason. 

I hope you all have a WONDERFUL  New Year. I wish you all the very best! I'll be back with more soon....ish! 

Music for the New Year:

Anything that makes you happy :)

I'm really into soundtracks these past few days, "Romeo and Juliet" (the 90's version with DiCaprio...it's got lots of delish tunes). 

I leave you with an amazing Regina Spektor song that she wrote just for the New Year. I'm obsessed!
 lots of lovelovelove, 

Jules.