Tuesday, August 30, 2016
So I have a giant ball I'm growing, I guess in my spare time. For like the last 20 years. So now I can hardly sit down, so it's time to become less of a man and have it taken off. My body is SO nice to grow these extra things for me. I only decide to do this because I can no longer sit in a saddle without feeling like I'm sitting on an egg made of stone that hurts. Yesterday was definitely the last time I can climb up there. So it's time. I hope the doctor is good, she looked 12 and had the personality of a radish. But I guess I don't need to be wowed by her wit when she's hunkered down between my legs. She'll be only one of a handful of women who have been there, and the only one with a knife and some helpers. At least my horse will have more time to spend with the sheep now that I'm on sick leave. I just hope balls well that ends well. ps. disclaimer it is not an actual ball.
Posted by Jules at 10:57 AM
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
So first day kids are back at school and I'm keeping a list of all the things I do during the day. I'm going to do it for a week and see just what this Juliet Johnson person is all about. So far the list is huge and exhausting, and I have to go run pick up a person at school right now, or so my list informs me. The greatest part is that I got offered a job possibility by a certain doctor relative. I could become a medical coder, which is code for all my dreams end here. No but really it would make money, and I'd get to take a class and learn all about not great writers, or great art, or great thinkers. But how to do billing for a rather, well, extraordinary doctor that I love. Anyway, these things happen. We'll see.
Posted by Jules at 2:17 PM
Monday, August 15, 2016
I don't blog on this blog that much because I don't know for sure what Juliet Johnson is these days. I am a fractured person after having kids, and becoming four people instead of just the one insane one that I already knew about and could basically understand. I think a career is looming ahead, or maybe just a string of strange jobs, but I've already been doing that. Editing my Momish novel, getting kids safely to the next grade in school, making a bunch of sandwiches, keeping the house running, taking care of hundred year old man, and sitting outside with chickens. All important things. Then should I be adding grad school, to make better money. I'm feeling like planning time is coming, like when you know you have to make all the Thanksgiving food, and you're just gathering the ingredients in your head. And you can feel that big, heavy, warm meal ahead, all woven into the family. And I'm so bad at cooking really, but I can do that one meal. I can do it one more time, and it will be really good. So I can do this. Just have to figure out just what it is that I'm doing. I can't even imagine doing more things. A dad that I know from preschool saw me on the road the month and rolled down his window and said "I HAVE NEVER BEEN BUSIER IN MY LIFE." This I understand. I wish writing was a way to be rich. Or washing people's hair. I've done a lot of both. I actually got paid for washing people's hair. Maybe I should go back to that. It was a good gig when I was 17. ps. if you think summer is a vacation, and you are a mom, then you are doing it wrong. Summer is even busier than school, it's just you never have to actually get dressed.
Posted by Jules at 10:57 PM