Well, that’s the end of my productivity today.

I have all kinds of stuff to do this morning AND I have to teach a class at noon AND THEN I have more to do this afternoon. But it’s all gone by the wayside, because one of my Facebook friends alerted me to the magical world of Googling your first name plus the word “meme.” I’ve already done about 17,000 people I know. Here are a few of my personal favorites with my own name. I saved them so that I can pull them out at opportune times and make Dave laugh.

(Side note: there’s a huge spider in a huge web in our front yard. Yesterday Dave and I had the following text conversation:

DAVE: FYI, the spider is out and backlit by the sun.

JULIE: ………Euphemism?

One of my favorite things in the world is to make Dave laugh. Okay. Back to the memes:)



This just speaks to my soul, y'all.

This just speaks to my soul, y’all.

Super hilarious because this is also me. I was that jackass who took the maximum amount of credits every semester.

Super hilarious because this is also me. I was that jackass who took the maximum amount of credits every semester.

I don't think this person looks like a Julie at all. Just saying.

I don’t think this person looks like a Julie at all. Just saying. This is a Karen or a Jenna or an Anna or a Nicole. Not a Julie.

OMG this is so true. I am a sucker for memes.

OMG this is so true. I am a sucker for memes.

Okay, and also in honor of Kim Davis being jailed because she keeps trying to use a religious excuse for not doing her government job (shouldn’t that little phrase be enough to put a stop to this blatant and unlawful discrimination?), I made this meme just for her. Enjoy!

    Gabby’s no fool.

    GABBY: Mom, someone brought $600 cash to school and lost it all.

    JULIE: What? How?

    GABBY: I don’t know.

    JULIE: Why did they bring $600 cash to school? Why did they even have $600 cash?

    GABBY: I don’t know. What would you do if I brought $600 cash to school and lost it all?

    JULIE: Put you in a foster home.

    GABBY: That’s what I thought.


      Gabby is fun, Part 1,204,243.

      Yesterday Gabby and I went shopping for shoes she can keep in her gym locker (she wound up with a pair of grey-and-yellow Nikes that are actually boys’ shoes– because Gabby likes Pink Shoes For Girls just about as much as I like Pink Pens For Ladybosses (please read the reviews for those pens. You’ll be cracking up all day).

      She also asked if we could look at clothes; tiny Gabz is just getting to where she can fit in Juniors size XS, but she also has trouble in the Juniors department. See, Gabby has no interest in pastels, florals, jewelry, or anything that might remotely restrict her freedom of movement. Or anything too tight. Or anything too short, unless it’s for dance class (in which case it still needs to be non-girly). So she’s not the easiest kid to dress. She and I split up to see if we could find anything; Gabby instructed me that, if I found something for her to look at, I should yell “Sweatpants.” No idea why I couldn’t just yell “Gabby,” but this is where we are. So I was walking through racks and racks of things she would never, ever wear, when suddenly I found it– a t-shirt with this quote from the movie The Sandlot:

      I yelled, “Sweatpants!! Sweatpants!!!!”  And Gabby came over…. she saw the shirt and started giggling uncontrollably. Which made me start giggling uncontrollably. And this is what makes Gabby so fun: she can make the most mundane task into the silliest and most entertaining half hour I’ve had all week. So Gabby came downstairs this morning in her new shirt and told me that, if she doesn’t like anything one of her teachers has to say, she’s just going to “mentally send them the message. My face will be like, ‘Okay, no problem, Mrs. K.’ But my mind is going to be yelling ‘You’re killing me, Smalls!!!!!!‘ ”

      She’s just funny shit. All day, every day.


        Dave, smiling gingerly.

        Dave, smiling gingerly.

        Gingerly was one of Addie J’s spelling words last week. When we were going over them, I asked her to tell me what they meant as well as how to spell them; when she got to “gingerly” she said, “To do something like the way Dad would do it. Gingerly. Because he’s a ginger.”

        I forgot to tell you that last week. I also may or may not have allowed her to keep believing in that definition. Childhood goes by so fast, y’all.

          Not here for the drama.

          I know this expression. This is "It's 10:30pm and we're still at the party and I think I'm having fun but Mom won't let me  have another cookie so I'm melting down!!!!!!!!"  (I've seen it before, obviously.)

          I know this expression. This is “It’s 10:30pm and we’re still at the party and I think I’m having fun but Mom took away my second piece of cake so I’m melting down!!!!!!!!”
          (I’ve seen it before, obviously.)

          Seriously. For some reason it’s been Full Drama Season on social media lately. Generally speaking, I think we all should do a periodic spot-check of what we post, make sure we haven’t devolved into any annoying patterns. For example, do you use Facebook as a virtual Complaints Box? –Then everyone hates your statuses, I’m just letting you know. (Exception: my friend Micky, whose complaint posts are hilarious and involve things like flip-flops and out-of-tune harps. Micky, keep on keeping on. You make my day.)

          I’m not even talking about my own friends, though. It seems to me that there’s a lot of late-summer manufactured drama rolling around, right? Even the Biebs, my favorite misbehaving middle schooler, bawled all over the VMAs stage last night. Maybe he was just up past his bedtime, and he was overtired and overstimulated by all the noise and flashing lights. Either way I find that I’m just not here for it. I’m not even trying to tell you I’m better than that, because Lord knows I am capable of histrionics; I just maybe have too much constructive stuff happening right now to deal with anyone else’s destructive stuff. So, Nicky Minaj can feud with Taylor Swift and football players can break each other’s jaws and Trump can spew hatred in every direction but his own; I’m just not here for it. Not today, anyway.

          Check back tomorrow; maybe I’ll have freed up some time.

            From the Mind of Addie J

            1419442402217“Dad is like the Hulk. He’s very strong and he can get really mad, but most of the time he’s not mad. And he never gets mad at little kids. I mean, he never gets Hulk-mad.” -the J

              Oreo Balls

              I am not here for you if these don't rock your world.

              I am not here for you if these don’t rock your world.

              So my friend Denise stopped by and took a whole bunch of pears, thank God because I seriously was having stress over the pears spoiling. (N.B.: don’t think this means I have nothing significant to stress over. Also I am fully aware that it’s lame as hell to stress out over pears.)

              Anyway. When she said she was coming, she asked what she could bring to thank us, and I reiterated that she was reducing my (pointless) stress level. But she went one better and brought Oreo balls!!!!!!!! Dave and I have literally hidden them from the kids. Since those nosy killjoys already saw the plate and know we have them, we grudgingly agreed that they can each have one– but that’s freaking it. They think Skittles are delicious- their palettes don’t deserve Oreo balls. Dave and I are going to hoard the rest for ourselves– and by the way, Dave: this is a 50/50 situation and I’ve counted them. If you’ve never had Oreo balls, then first of all you’re not living and secondly, get up right now and go track some down. You’re welcome. They are ridiculous. They are so, so, so wrong and delicious. Listen, my friends: I don’t even really like Oreos. But Oreo balls?

              It goes without saying that I’m headed to the gym today.

                So Glad It Wasn’t My Kid, Part 1,086,305

                Man, my heart goes out to this kid who stumbled and put his fist through a painting in Taiwan. And the whole time I watched it I was imagining all the times we’ve been at museums and had close calls with the kids. Thanks to some divine force, we have so far managed not to damage any valuable artwork. Hopefully our streak will continue. In the meantime, please enjoy simultaneously cringing and thinking to yourself, “I’m so glad that’s not my kid!”

                  Wednesday Bullet Blog

                  • I’m preparing a new course this semester. I think it’s either going to be really fun and awesome….or not. From what I see thus far, I don’t think there’s a middle ground.
                  • We are no longer up to our ears in zucchini. Now it’s tomatoes.
                  • OMG and pears. I didn’t count how many pears we picked from our tree on Sunday… but if I had to throw a dart at a number, I’d go 50. That’s fifty pears and don’t suggest that I can them: I’d have to buy stuff that I don’t understand how to use, and learn all kinds of canning lingo and start wearing flowery dresses and calling Dave “Pa” and I don’t have room in my life for that much upheaval.
                  • The kids have started school and all is well. I’m so happy.
                  • Dave was unfortunately settled with the middle name of Wayne. This morning, Gabby said to Dave apropos of nothing, “Dad!!! Your first name should’ve been Bruce!!!!”
                  • …..Which, actually: hilarious.
                  • Project Renovate the Bathroom status: floor is in. Tile is on three walls. If we can just get that grouted, then we can start installing fixtures (and no one will have to come to my front door and wonder why there’s a toilet in the entryway anymore). By the way: when I say “we” I blatantly mean “Dave.” In this particular home project, he is the GC and I’m the assistant. Also, the deep burnt-orange color I painted that room a few years ago, which at the time looked so nice, now screams “Happy Halloween!!!!!!” and I can’t wait to repaint it.
                  • Gabby just showed me some crazy meme on her phone. I looked at it, looked at her and said, “Why do you hate me?” And she laughed and said, “Because I knew I’d get that exact reaction.”
                  • Happy Wednesday!

                    Lost Lizard Fallout

                    GABBY: Mom, can I have a corn snake? I will name it Fuego.

                    JULIE: Gabby, you guys misplaced a lizard. I’m not interested in your misplacing a snake.

                    GABBY: But that was Cameron, not me!

                    JULIE: Have you proven yourself a responsible pet owner with your fish?

                    GABBY [dismissively]: Those fish are dead.

                    JULIE: Exactly.

                    GABBY: Mom!!!! Don’t blame me for nature taking its course!!!!

                    JULIE: That was nature?

                    GABBY: No, actually that was whatever that stuff was that Dad put in the tank. [whispering] But don’t tell him I said that, I don’t want him to feel bad.

                    JULIE: None of this is helping your case.

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