Julia Rachel Barrett's Blog, page 15

Don’t touch my junk.

Don’t let us kid you. Sometimes we get pissed off. I mean we have even been known to get very pissed off.

We’re human. It’s normal. I try not to sweat it. I let it roll over me and through me and then I move on to the next big thing, thanks to the book, Dune, and the Bene Gesserit fear mantra. But…

I know Indie authors who push the boundaries and I don’t mean with BDSM, secret sex clubs, multiple partners, and butt plugs. I’m talking about creative, talented, ambitious writers who I wish to god...

The Difference.

If anyone says animals don’t communicate, don’t feel, don’t emote, don’t love, lose, experience pain, well, I say he is wrong.

Animals are not so different from us. They have relationships, friends, favorites, loves, likes, mortal enemies. They mourn the loss of their friends and family.

Even our little parrot knew when her friend and companion, Alston, was sick. She mourned her loss so much I bought Little Girl to be her new friend.

Jake, for example, has a mortal enemies list. The dogs on this...

I can’t resist a dragon…

This is a shout out to a wonderful creative blogger/writer–

Majk and her site Safireblade.

She nominated me for a Dragon’s Loyalty Award. Which is super sweet since I haven’t been as loyal as I could have been in recent months. Thank you, sweetie.

I guess I’m supposed to name 15 other bloggers and write 7 things about myself you may (or may not) know— of course since around these parts it’s in the brain out the mouth, you probably know everything already.

Um…. hmmmm. I have a hard time picking ju...

Time on my hands…

So I’m reading and working. Still in bed. The knee is okay. (It’s on ice.)

Oscar is taking amazing care of me. Jake’s going a little nuts but like I keep asking, when is Jake not nuts?

Plus we’re getting a some heavy soaking rains which is great.

Yesterday my sister (the non-exorcising sister) and I were talking about how when you get bored you start to look at celebrity gossip sites. Yeah. She’s so right. Just before her phone call I had been reading one site entitled Secret Smokers and I was h...

Word of the day— Ouch!

I got this. No problem.

The repair was more complicated than he thought – took 90 minutes instead of 30 but I’m doing just fine on my road to recovery. I expected the post-op pain to be 2-3 times as bad. I am pleasantly surprised to realize the pre-op pain was way worse so I’m betting I’ll get some writing done this week.

You’ll appreciate my ice bag–

Switching off between frozen okra and frozen peas.

And Oscar is taking excellent care of me. Jake is a little flummoxed, but when is Jake not flumm...

I bet your sister never called you and told you that you needed an exorcism the night before your knee surgery.

That’s right. How blessed am I… This is exactly what you want to hear the night before surgery.

“I know a freelance exorcist and I’ll give him a call because, like, you know, between your broken finger and your torn up knee, I figure, well, just maybe you might could be possessed by some demonic spirit and not even know it. He works freelance for the Catholic Church, you know. Like exorcising and stuff. He talks to the pope.”

Yeah, in his mind he talks to the pope. Because il Papa Francesco is...

J.W. Manus demands my happy-pill blog posts.

Except I can’t take happy pills. All happy pills make me nauseated. Unfortunately.

Sharesies?

Blog Post Numero Uno: Knee Surgery Tomorrow. After that we’ll see how amusing I can be.

Hubs is renting me House of Cards! Yay! Get to watch Kate Mara be all bad.

I’ll probably re-watch Orphan Black for the sixteenth time! That’s right, you heard me, the sixteenth time! All ten episodes! I’m not ashamed to admit it.

And I’ll finish up War, by Sebastian Junger. Damn good book.

I might even treat you to some...

Shared experience, meaning and transcendence.

Unless the subject is sports, my husband doesn’t often reflect. Well, that’s not entirely true. He’s a very reflective kind of guy, he just doesn’t always discuss his reflections unless they have to do with sports.

But this morning my husband said– It seems to me our society has lost many of its core values. Values like caring and concern for our neighbors and our community. Taking responsibility for ourselves and our children. Taking seriously what it means to have children in the first place...

Things that scare the crap outta me.

Numero Uno:

Clowns.

Numero Uno part deux:

Clowns in clown cars.

Number Uno part trois:

Venetian Glass Clowns… shudder…

Numero Uno part quatre:

A gathering of Circus Clowns.

Numero Uno part cinq:

Red Skelton.

Numero Uno part six:

Clowns painted on velvet.

Numero Uno part sept:

Jerry Lewis

Numero Uno part huit:

Fire Marshall Bill

Numero Uno part neuf:

The Joker.

Number Uno part dix:

Mimes. Any mime.

This song:

And this television show:

Can’t look…

These dogs:

I love dogs but… terrifying!

Dolls:

Oh dear god…

Eating sea ur...

I can’t help myself…

Yeah, I know, I promised to shut up. But I’m bored.

Don’t know about your spam but this is my spam…

No woman wants a floppy disk.

Your gigantic rocket can send her over the moon!

Be more man than she can stand.

Put a big charge in your rod of steel. (Sounds kinda dangerous to me.)

Guaranteed twenty times larger. (Sounds kinda painful for you.)

And my favorite (onomatopoei at its best)– Horny Housewives Hungry for Hookups.

All I’ve done is bitch about a broken finger. This attracts porn spam?

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