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Helloooooooooo!

Wow. How long has it been? I don't really want to think about that right now. No, I want to tell you some exciting news. I am now . . . ***drum roll, please*** . . . an official author!!!!! My short story, Blind Faith, will be releasing the week of July 29th! That's, like, a little over a week away! OMG! *dances*

I'm sure those of you who still frequent these parts and don't already know about my news are wondering how this all happened. I would love to share that with you, but it might be even more fun (and easier for me, which is what it's all about) to read the story on my blog. Yes, I have one of those now too! Right here: http://evelynjules.blogspot.ca/ You might notice the name Evelyn Jules at the top. That's not a typo. I'm using that pseudonym because my stories tend to be more on the . . . erotic side. Erotic romance, to be exact. Though I have absolutely no shame in sharing them under my real name, I wouldn't want a family member, such as a great uncle, to stumble on one of my stories and have a mild heart attack knowing it was me who wrote it. Although, that would make for a good story . . . .

Anyway, having multiple personalities is really hard work. I now I have two twitter accounts (here's Evelyn's: https://twitter.com/EvelynJules), a facebook fan page: http://www.facebook.com/EvelynJules, and I'm on Goodreads too! http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6440468.Evelyn_Jules. In short, I am a hot mess of busy. But I couldn't be happier!

I want to thank you all for the support you've given me over the years. Many of you are friends I've met through writing. One friend in particular (and fellow author), Margaret Ethridge (http://www.margaretethridge.com/), has been my biggest cheerleader and is hugely responsible for my success. She writes with me, encourages me, helps me brainstorm, and provides invaluable feedback on all my work. I couldn't imagine a better partner or friend. :)

Hope you all take a minute and check out my blog, etc. When you first start out as an author it's really hard to build your audience, so I'm counting on you! In October I'll have a story featured in an anthology called Passionate Exhibitions. The coolest part is that Mags is gonna be in there with me! Details about that as well as Blind Faith can be found on my blog. See how I keep pointing you there? Listen to my voice. :D

Thank you all so much! If you have any questions or comments, you know what to do! *group hugs*
Friends! Helloooooo! I've missed you all terribly! What's the haps with you? Well, everything is kind of swirling into one giant wave of never-ending happening-ness in my life. Let me tell you about it.

Next week is the last week of my second undergraduate career at Brock university. Well, actually, I have class on Easter Monday, but then the semester is officially over other than exams. As of April 23rd, I will be finished. Done. Finito. Stick a fork in me (but don't really 'cause that would probably hurt). My convocation isn't until June 8th, and on that date I'll finally have a second degree in my hot little hands.

It absolutely amazes me. Where has the time gone? I remember mulling and mulling over whether or not I should return to university in the fall of 2009. My family, friends, and the physical education course coordinator at my alma mater all helped to convince me it was the right decision. And then there was that voice way in the back of my mind--the voice that knew, and had known all along, that I was born to be a physical education teacher. So there I was, a 27-year-old mature student going back to school with students who were seven, eight, and nine years younger than me. But you wanna know the really cool part? They welcomed me with open arms. I've bonded so much with my phys-ed peeps and created friendships that will last a lifetime.

I don't think I was ever prepared for the amount of work it would take for me to turn a 4 year honours program into 2.5 years. There were times when I thought I'd never see the light. There were stretches where I was writing at least two or three exams a week, every week. And this time marks mattered. Oh boy, did they matter. I was told I'd need to pull off an 80% + average to even be considered for teachers college. But here's the amazing thing: I could do it. The A's started pouring in. They earned me the attention of my professors and peers, gave me the confidence I needed to continue, and reminded me that this was right, and I was exactly where I should have been from the start.

After a full year back in the swing of things, and still with one and a half years ahead of me, I started questioning myself again. That's when I met Janet. She's not a professor, but she has her masters degree in physical education with a focus on dance and gymnastics, and she's referred to as a 'movement specialist'. I had Janet as my instructor for a second year dance education class. The instant I met her I knew how special she was. I've never known another teacher who cares so much about their students. She made us all feel so incredibly valued. She's the perfect mix of enthusiasm, humour, quirkiness, and professionalism. I think the main reason I instantly connected with her is because I saw so much of myself in her, and I was just so drawn to her positivity.

That second year dance class was life-changing for me, and it gave me the motivation to persevere. Going in to my final year, I was registered for third and fourth year dance education classes. You know what that means? I got to see Janet three days a week! We grew a lot closer, to the point where she had me babysitting her kids, and we had many meaningful conversations in her office that lasted for hours. She's so much more than a teacher to me. She's a dear friend, she's a mentor, and she's the person I aspire to be. That's why yesterday was a very emotion-filled day. It was my final lecture with Janet. After the class was over, I gave her a huge hug and thanked her profusely for everything, but there are no words that can convey the impact this woman has had on my life.

Noticing I was getting a little teary-eyed, Janet walked and talked with me all the way back to her office, and then we talked and talked a whole lot more. About everything. Life, my future plans, teachers college, boys . . . Oh, here's yet another reason to love Janet. She's been desperately trying to set me up with a past student of hers named Liam (apparently he showed up to write his final exam in an entirely orange ensemble, he has curly hair, he's quirky, and she thinks we'd be perfect for each other), but she couldn't remember his last name. So after closing her office door and swearing me to secrecy, she hacked into her husband's facebook account and creeped him for me. *giggles* Our stalking had to be cut short, though, because Janet needed to pick up her kids, and I needed to buy shoes. But the good thing is that I'll be seeing her next week for my final 4th year lab, and when I go to hand in my take-home exam, so there are two more prime hugging opportunities. And I know Janet is someone I will stay in contact with, no matter where I end up in life.

So yeah, I had to buy shoes because last night was the 4th year formal for the physical education department. Imagine over 100 phys-ed students in one room. PAR-FREAKING-TAYYYY! And guess who kicked off the dancing portion of the evening? Yep, right here! Yours truly. It helped that I had a giant drink of something that tasted not enough like alcohol and too much like candy. We laughed, we danced (dirty mostly, at least in my case), we ate a ton (because we're hungry, active people), we celebrated our accomplishments, and we toasted to our future, all while a raging snowstorm brewed outside. God bless you, Mother Nature. Beeyotch.

Many of us have applied to teachers college. It took me weeks to compile all my applications, and I sent them out this past December. On Sunday and Monday we'll be hearing back. I hope I can pull a Rory Gilmore and get accepted into all four universities I applied to, but then comes the agonizing part of deciding which one to go to. My pro/con lists are only in my head at the moment. I hope you'll all cross your fingers for me, and stay tuned for updates because I won't be able to contain myself. I would dearly love to continue my education at Brock. Janet actually said to me before I left her office that if Liam and I were to meet, he could be the reason I decide to stay. Then we both got all girly and giggly.

No matter where I go or what I do, I will never forget my time at Brock and the people who have touched my life in so many glorious and inspiring ways. Going back to school was, by far, the best decision I have ever made. :)
OMG, the date. I always used to say, "You know, I'd be the happiest woman alive if I could find the male me, because I love myself!" True story. Well, last night, I think I found myself. The male me, I mean. How did I find him? That's a long story that I'm gonna try to condense into three easy-to-read sentences. Over the Christmas break I joined eHarmony during their 'free communication' weekend and I only made it to the final stage of communication with one seemingly awesome guy. He loved sports, being active, and enjoying life; he looked for the good in every person and in every situation; and he was trying to find a partner in crime. Just like me. So we went to town getting to know each other via email, facebook, and online chats, and we finally set up a date for last night. Like a real, live date. Uh-huh.

So Dylan (yes, his name is Dylan. I may also refer to him as Dill Pickle, Dilly Bar, or the Dylanator) arrived at my place right on time and was thrilled that I introduced him to my roommates. One thing that really impressed me was how comfortable he was chatting with them and getting to know them. He was so interested in what they had to say, and he contributed a great deal to the conversation. I know some guys who grunt a greeting and retreat back into their internal man cave as fast as possible. Dilly Bar was not like that at all. But he eventually informed me that we had to be on our way because he made a reservation. Yay! We like that!

He opened the door for me to slide into his sexy red Ford Focus, but I couldn't get in right away. Why? Because there was a 'present' for me on the seat. Let me digress here for a minute and let you know what we had planned for the date. We decided, since we're both sports nuts (and wingnuts, lol), that we'd go to a local sports bar restaurant called Jack Astor's and get some wings and watch the Maple Leafs hockey game. So my present happened to be a classic blue Gary Roberts Leafs jersey that the Dylanator was going to let me borrow for one night only. lol. It was a really cute gesture. So right off the bat, the lucky bugger got a strip tease from me. I whipped off my lovely red snowflake sweater in the frosty -10 air and pulled on my jersey. He had on a white jersey to go with mine. We looked disgustingly adorable.

Dill Pickle is so unlike any guy I've ever dated before, and he's so insanely mature for his age. Yeah-huh. He might be around 3 years younger than me. We talked and talked in the car on the way to the restaurant. Talking was never an issue for us. We're both big talkers and we had lots to say. But the questions he asked me, and the responses he gave throughout the night were just so far beyond impressive and perfectly in tune with my thoughts and feelings. He was a gentleman at every point--opening doors for me, taking my jacket, walking in step with me--which, sadly, is also pretty unusual in this day and age, but I'm the kind of girl who very much appreciates a little special treatment.

We had the COOLEST booth in the restaurant. There were like 8 mini TVs surrounding us, all with the hockey game on them. And you know what? I don't think we saw more than five minutes of the game. We were THAT into ourselves. :P Oh, and the food. Guhhhh. The food was wickedly good. We got our special wings and some garlic bread. The garlic bread at Jack Astor's is like no other. It's seriously orgasmic.

After we stuffed ourselves and were too ill to watch the Leafs give up another goal (Damn them! I was wearing a jersey and everything!), Dilly Bar took me on a drive to Niagara on the Lake, his hometown. If you've never been, it's absolutely gorgeous there, with big, beautiful homes and the cutest downtown area. And because we're a couple of wingnuts, we decided to go for a walk in the freezing cold. We held hands. There might have been some skipping involved. We went right down by the lake, which was even MORE freezing, but that's where Dilly took a picture of me in my jersey so I'd have a memento of the night. We practically sprinted back to his car to warm up, and he drove past his house to show me where he lived. Then we made the obligatory Tim Horton's stop. I got a small coffee/hot chocolate mix, and he got a large steeped tea, and we talked and talked and talked for another two hours. We also played a 'Name that Tune' game with the songs playing on the radio. I will give the Pickle props. He did surprisingly well. Our conversation quickly turned to movies, and I learned that he loves Robin Hood (the Kevin Costner version) as much or more than I do. We quoted lines like the uber-geeks we are, and we even hummed parts of the score. lol. We're total Kevin Costner junkies. I finally found someone else who likes Water World!

We were back in his car when the clock struck 12:12, so I chair danced for him (which he thoroughly enjoyed). As he pulled back into my driveway, I noticed my baby (Forrest, my Ford Windstar van) was covered in snow, and I couldn't let him freeze all night like that. So the Dylanator offered to brush him off with me. They totally bonded; you could tell. Then came the goodnight kiss (or kissES). Yep, he kissed me a couple times, and we hugged, and again it was nauseatingly adorable. He also calls me Jewels. I didn't mention that yet, but I think it's cute. Dilly Bar already has the next four or five dates planned. He wants to show me his movie collection. I think that's code for . . . showing me his movie collection. But I love that he has so many passions in his life. Oh! At one point during our conversation he used the term 'passionate speak'. He calls them his PS moments, and he tosses them in at random intervals. What a weirdo. *giggles*

Anyway, wow. We had a really, really good time, and I'm excited to get to know him better. As soon as he sends me my jersey pic I'll share that too. There. All done. *collapses* :D

Santa threw up on our house

And it looks awesome! So I made a video to show you all! :) Wishing everyone who celebrates a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year too! I think 2012 is gonna be the best year yet! Yeah 12! *dances*

The 'Ju' Game!

Hi! So, yeah. Remember when I said I'd never forget about Game Day again? Mmhmm. I totally forgot last week. But to be fair, it was a really crazy week for me. Not to be outdone by this week, which has been equally crazy. That is why I decided to temporarily move Game Day to Friday---my day off! Now, let me tell you about The 'Ju' Game. Every answer has 'ju' in it. For example, I might give you this as a clue: A joyous game of cascades and showers. And the answer is . . . JUggling! See how the 'ju' is in there? I even capitalized it to help you. Simple enough, right? Let's play!

1. A very jolly celebration or festival.
2. Ouch! I got a booboo!
3. Simon Cowell, Carrie Ann Inaba, Philip Banks, Judy.
4. I am chewy, delicious, and come in a variety of colours. Bulk Barn, anyone?
5. Some people only think of me when they're sick. Others associate me with that man in the white Bronco.
6. lulu has nice ones. If you don't know lulu, think of Dolly Parton.
7. With the push of a button you can access my self-contained media and share it with the world . . . or at least a bar full of people.
8. I'm sure you've had to do me at least once in your life. And you probably hated it. Especially if you have big boobies.
9. They call me Ace, A-bomb, Aunt Mary, catnip, and reefer, among other things.
10. Spas are excellent for this. So are vacations.
11. I am full of mucous, and I've got my eye on you.
12. The taste, the taste, the taste of me is gonna mooooove ya!

That's it! Guess away! :)

The Return of Game Day!!!

I know, I know. You've all missed this day as much as I have, but it's back! We're back, baby! It's gonna happen every Wednesday from now until the end of time, or at least for as long as I can think of game ideas.

I thought we'd kick things off with an old favourite of mine. It's called Two Truths and a Lie. I'm pretty sure you all know how to play, but here's a quick refresher. In a comment, share two truths about yourself and one lie. My job is to guess which one is the lie. Ready? Set? Go!

Pictures of a 28th birthday party

Hello, friends and followers! Hope you're all well! Yesterday I celebrated my 28th birthday with my family at my parents' house. My official birthday isn't until tomorrow, but this was the best time for us all to get together. As to be expected with my family, there was never a dull moment, and I feel safe to say it was one of the best birthday parties I've ever had. Instead of recapping everything like I would normally do, I'm going to try to share the story through pictures.


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Karaaaaoooooke!

Oh my, what a bad, bad LJ poster I've been lately. And because Christmas is around the corner, I thought I'd make up for my naughty ways and post something extra nice for everybody. Last night, I went to a karaoke bar with a couple roommates and friends and I had an absolute BLAST! Let me tell you all about it....

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Thank you, thank you all!

Hellooooooooooo! My oh my, it's been a while since we've had one of these! First off, Happy Thanksgiving, my fellow Canadians! In honour of this day, I've decided to celebrate with a special holiday edition of Game Day. Below I have listed song lyrics that have 'thank you' in them. Your task, should you choose to accept it, is to correctly identify the artist(s). No cheating, or I'll sick Sue Sylvester on your ass. Oh, and #5 is a bonus - you just have to name the TV show it's from. Ready? Go!

1. Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing

2. I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life

3. Thank you India
Thank you providence

4. Thank you, baby
for makin' someday come so soon

5. Thank you for being a friend
Traveled down the road and back again

6. Thank you, thank you
Thank God for you

7. I want to thank you falettinme
Be mice elf agin

8. And all I gotta do
Is thank you girl, thank you girl.

9. When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me

10. You didn't have to hold me like you did
But you did, but you did, and I thank you

That's it! Good luck, and THANK YOU for playing! :)

Happy birthday, Pooh!!!

I hope you have the most wonderful day tomorrow! I enjoyed talking to you so much on the phone (for 100 minutes, sheesh), and as promised, here is an extra special video to demonstrate my love and affection for you ... and to show off my amazing dance skills. :D The rest of you out there who are reading/watching this, show a girl some love, or I'll vomit down your backs. I ♥ you, Pooh! XoXo Piglet xOxO

Enjoy!