The further adventures of Jules, as he walks the earth, spreading his badassery.

I'm big on making the bed. It makes an untidy room look that much neater and it's a nice feeling at the end of the day to crawl into a made-up bed as opposed to a messy, sorry tangle of blankets. Sometimes, if the day gets away from me and the bed doesn't get made, I actually crawl into it, arrange the pillows…

The first indication I had that I was pregnant was when I took a sip of alcohol and immediately felt horrendously ill. A glass of wine now and then to relax would have been nice, but it wasn't working for me.

My MIL just called to tell me that the Target gift cards we bought for family members weren't working properly. My husband had to pull out the trash bags so I could dig out the receipt I had-just-thrown-away-that-morning. I just chalked it up to bad luck, but now I wonder.

My birthday is about a week before Christmas, but I have no real complaints. My parents always tried to make it a special day, and Christmas decorations weren't put up until after my birthday- a tradition I have maintained more due to laziness/a toddler/the decorations are totally buried in the basement, than…

I've been following these studies with great interest. You see, I work in a chiropractic office, and I am in charge all office inventory, including our vast selection of nutritional supplements. I've been waiting to hear some patient and doctor discussion about these studies, but nothing yet. I'm sure it's coming

I used to catch the show sporadically and think how awful the whole spectacle was, and would generally feel both sorry for and disgusted by the girls. When my son was born I was stuck on the couch for about two months, breastfeeding on demand. I ended up watching a marathon, and well, you know the rest.

You're not a bad person. You just like bad reality TV. And I'm right there with you.

Submitted for the approval of the Jezebel Society, my spooky story:

But what we all really want to know - does the gym teacher still backhand that chick? Please say it's so!

For all the posters who are interested in expanding their cooking, I have a cookbook you should check out. It's titled College Cooking: Feed Yourself and Your Friends by Jill and Megan Carle. Now, I know what you may be thinking but I promise, there's not a ramen based recipe in sight. I like this book…

I look at his collection and all I can think is "Oh my God, the dusting! The endless, endless dusting!!!"

I worked for them until the bitter end until we closed our doors, and no, it wasn't great by the end of it all. I could go on for several hours about the many mistakes made by our dimwitted corporate higher-ups and revolving door CEOs, to be sure. But what was great, and what I ultimately think back on, were the…

I hate shopping there for a ton of reasons, the least of which is that I tend to want to redo their endcaps and reshelve everything they've done wrong and just FIX EVERYTHING and...deep breath. I have a gift card from Xmas but it's something I have to work myself up for. I do love my shelves, they help house some of…

I call these my overflow bookshelves, as in the main shelves have begun to overflow, and the newly acquired editions go here. Eventually they will evict all my knick-knacks and the process begins anew with new shelves. But mainly, I wanted to share these because these shelves were purchased from the Borders I worked…

Thank you! I just posted Jackie Brown on the "strong female character" article, but since I am exiled to the greys she didn't get any love. And girl deserves some love!

These stories really hit home, and I think it's important to understand the struggles new moms and dads face. We should be more inclined to reach out, to help, to listen, to take a feeding shift or deliver dinner, and yes, to reign in the judgment all around after reading these powerful testimonies.

All right, I'm just going to throw it out there: Jackie Brown. It may not be a perfect vehicle, but she was has always been an awe-inspiring and and kickass character in my book. And of course this was the gateway to for me to get into Foxy Brown awesomeness. It's the movie I watch (and watch and watch) when I need…

Eating cookies like a crazed maniac was exactly what made Cookie Monster so ridiculously funny to 4 year old me - he did exactly what you were not supposed to do. The other monsters (if memory serves me) were a little wary of Cookie because they knew he'd eat all the cookies and that wasn't right or nice to do. He…