Dreams (mine are odd)

My husband woke me up right in the middle of kissing John Travolta this morning. John was laying next to Michelle M. a girl I graduated with and had just seen at the class reunion.  John Travolta looked like his Pulp Fiction days (of course!). 

Prior to that I had been walking down the hall and met Gina who up to a few years ago was Greg (I think all of her surgeries are complete now) Gina was walking down the hall with her former male self Greg- we were in a school and headed different ways. 

Before I saw either of them I had accidentally walked into a boys bathroom where I told one of the boys to make it in the urinal before leaving to find the girl's bathroom I had been in search of in the first place. On my way out the door the boys got into a peeing fight in which I got spray- ack!

Heading down the hall after running into Gina/Greg the transgender person, I walked into a classroom that a concert was going on. I will spare you the (odd) details- I will just say it ended with the lady I was with getting thrown up on by the lead singer, and us having to leave so she could change her clothes. 

Which brings me back to where I was kissing John Travolta...... he must have been in the house we went to get new clothes at.

yeah..... dreams.....mine are odd.

p.s. I have not posted very many of my own photos because my laptop is in repair and I just do not want to add any more photos to the desktop (which is already an issue.....(1) that there are so many on desktop (2) I don't take the time to transfer them to the external hard drive) as soon as I get the laptop back I will be hopefully getting more of my own photos out there

Day of Rest

This morning was a day of rest for me
I have been going steady since school started for my children
(and hubby who is a High School Teacher)
Running, doing, being, helping, getting, running..... you know
So I took some time this morning
talked with a friend
watched a bit of t.v.
ate some yummy food
napped
but I woke from my nap feeling panicked and behind.
Calm my anxious heart!

Canning

pic by Jules

The price of groceries have driven me to canning.

I now understand why Sunday was a day of rest

Women needed some down time after all the effort it took
to put into preserving their food and their families.

Tiring work- yes

Rewarding- I hope so

Sunday thought stuck in my head

I'd rather believe in God and be wrong
Then not believe
Only to find out (too late) I was wrong

I have stopped attending church regularly.
It has nothing to do with my belief or lack of in God
I just find that I spend my time making 'to do' and 'grocery' lists during the service
We have a great pastor- very thought provoking, but I tend not to listen

I find my time better served with the kids and my husband that extra hour at home
But I do take my kids to Sunday School.
I guess at least there is a foundation there for them to build off from.
It can't hurt them. (after all I'm not bringing them to the Westboro Baptist Church )

pic via Vi.sualize.us

All good things come to an end

Today was the last day
Last day visiting the river
Last day at the lake
Last day we will act like it is Summer.

pics via Vi.sualize.us

We had a great run of good weather this year (vs last year where 70 seemed rare, and sunshine less prevalent than greyness).  This year, the year we frequently swam against the current of the Mississippi, the year we walked forever (and were still only up to our belly buttons) on Cass Lake, the year we soaked up the sun, the year we had more than our fair share of swimmers itch, this was the year we built sand creations and came home sun drunk, this was a great Summer to be on the water....yes this was a great year.

But all good things must come to an end and today is that day.

That being said- I also ended my old blog last night.
I cried as well wishes flooded in.
My former blog received a quarter of a million page views in a short time
(I have had two different URLs since leaving Just Jules, the one I speak of was the second one....
the one before that had triple the traffic of the last)  
A sad ending indeed. 

In Life.....

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I am waiting for the magical "ping" sound that cans make as they seal. I have 6 quart jars full of chopped tomatoes just out of a hot water bath. 45 minutes of steaming up the house. I hope it was not in vain. Please oh please jars make that magical ping sound that means you are sealed.

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In 2 weeks from tonight I will be packed and waiting to leave for Vegas the following morn. I am going a bit earlier than normal this year, but will be going for a friend's birthday. It is right in the middle of back to school, bear hunting, and dock season (we have a dock and boat lift business). Not sure how it is all going to work- but hopefully more smoothly than I am imagining!

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We now have 4 beautiful brown eggs from our chickens. We got 18 chix in the middle of April. These are the first eggs they have laid. I was so excited- maybe too excited.

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Ahhhhhh! some of the jars are sealing.
Ohhhh! wait- 2 more!
I can relax and go to bed now. Phew!

nn all

I'm back....well, I never really left

I am back to my Just Jules blog identity

I never left blogging really *gasp!
I just took on a new identity for awhile- one in which noone knew me, at least not real life people.
(no need to comment on this one my little peanut gallery of followers following me back here from there)

I needed to be where I wasn't being questioned or where I felt like I had to censor myself, which I found I was doing constantly here. Basically I was 'being someone' in this blog, when really I wanted to find out who I was/am. It was all counter-productive.

I will not be blogging as much, and I rarely have time to blog read- so if I don't comment back on your blog and that offends you, I am sorry. I just don't have much time anymore. I reply back to comments via email often though-so if your settings are such that I can send you back a reply then you may hear from me.

I don't know how this will go over here, but we will see. It is time to try to put who I was and who I am into one person and just be me, just be Jules.

(me this Summer with my blonde hair! I am back to mostly brunette again)