faster pussycat... type! type!

Can't live with e'm... Can't have 'em working for you.

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No, not you guys, you don't have the stupid. It's those other guys.

So my jeans are feeling a bit saggy. I can pull them off without unzipping them. I'm inordinately proud of this fact. It's a wonder I don't go around showing everyone. I just tried on a pair of jeans that is a size smaller than what I normally wear, I keep 'em around for just this type of experiment. They fit. So I did a cheat weigh in. Supposed to only weigh yourself once a week. My day is Saturday.

Here is the thing, in Weight Watchers, the first goal they have you set is to lose 10% of your total body weight. Well, I surpassed it. And then some. I've lost a total of 21.8 lbs in about six weeks. According to WW, I am losing weight too quickly. More than 2lbs a week. But what's a girl to do? I'm even cheating! Yesterday, I was a very naughty girl! I'm definitely not eating too little. Trust me. I snack all day long at work. And I did not drink all my waters yesterday. Or today.

I'm not going to stress about it, because I am sure I will plateau any minute now. And then i will be all sad, and remember the days when I was just showering the weight off. Besides, it's hard to be too upset about being successful on a diet, you know what I mean?

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Good afternoon, my internet monkeys, I send you banana flavored kisses.

I've had a headache for a couple of days, my brain is going "poundy poundy" which may be why I found this so delightful.

Now, I am not one to promote violence... no, not me. And, the lady in red may be the nicest sweetest, most wonderfulest woman in the world. But she had the air of the busy body to me, and, in my over-inflated opinion, she'd probably been asking for a punch for a long time. Never assume your thoughts on a matter are going to be welcomed.

I'm going to design a Sports Racer logo for Ze Frank's The Show, so I can join the League of Awesomeness and get a Sports Racer name. Don't know what I am talking about? Go watch it, it's part of my morning routine. My favorite part. Even over brushing my teeth.

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Amelia: Hey... hey... HEY!
Jodi: What?
Amelia: What's going on here?
Jodi: We are moving stuff around... I'm going to turn this desk over this way and turn..
Amelia: That's not all you are doing.
Jodi: Oh, yeah, I cleaned.
Amelia: Your cube is clean.
Jodi: I know... it's unnerving. I hope no one in my family sees it, or they will expect the same thing in my house.
Amelia: Well, I'm totally shocked. How long do you think it will last?
Jodi: Not long, probably.
Amelia: You have a new neighbor.
Jodi: Yes, KK and Paco switched places. This is a girls corner now. It's our cubeplex.
Amelia: Girl power!
Jodi: You said it, Flighty Spice. We are going to decorate. We are planning to buy a nice little throw rug.
Amelia: Oh! It will be pink won't it? Please say it will be pink!
Jodi: Oh, it will be pink. Trust me.
Amelia: I like it!

It's true, my cube is all clean, you can see the top of my desk, and I've thrown a lot of stuff away. Or put it on a shelf. It's weird.

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Happy Loud Edgar's real name is Lydia. He just chose a different song than I.

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Do you want to know what it is? Do you do you do you? I think you should guess, and I will tell you tomorrow. It's a very pretty name. And it appears in a very old song. Maybe that is how I will reveal it, I'll post the song. It's a pretty great song.

Ok, wait... I'll give you a hint. It starts with "L." And if you guess the song, and therefore the name, you win! You win the knowledge that you are the coolest.

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I am drawn to looking at my high school reunion web site. It's the same kind of compulsion you would have to look at a bad auto accident when driving by. I read the stories and the names and none of it means anything to me. The people I hung out with are obviously not active in the forum. It could be some other high school, far far away from mine, from another time, for all it means to me. And yet, I can't help but go back and read their stories. Their posts on the forum. I keep waiting for something to mean anything to me.

I did learn that the stoner boy who like me, in the 10th grade I think... maybe 11th, because I told him to "fuck off" died of an overdose on his honeymoon. On career day, I was joking around with friends, and insulting some guy friends of mine. As per usual. We were in one of the rooms for the universities, I remember that. Anyway, this guy thought I was talking to him, so he called me a bitch. And I said, "fuck off! I wasn't even talking to you!" He liked my sass, I guess.

From that day on, for a couple of weeks, he would corner me in the hallway. He'd say "Hey" in that way only the chronically stoned can say. And, I, being the clean and sober prissy dork, would say "yes. ok. hey. do you want something? I have to get to class" and scurry on. The last thing I wanted, at that time in my life, was to deal with someone so obviously on drugs. For reason too numerous to talk about now. He scared me. Not in a "I think he will hurt me" way. But I just wanted him to leave me alone. Eventually, he did.

On the high school reunion forum, they are talking about what a sweet, troubled guy he was. I never got that. I didn't think he was bad, or mean, or dangerous. Just ... foolish. And I had no tolerance for that behavior. I was pretty naive back then. Thank god I left Oklahoma for California after graduation. My world view was so tiny. I had no idea. I remember being shocked, amazed, and delighted to meet liberals at San Diego State. That was just so unheard of in my high school. And my father raised us to believe Democrat was a dirty word. Literally, my little brother thought it was a dirty word. And the music! Oh my god, the music was incredible, once I left Oklahoma and discovered college radio.

ummmm... what's my point? Oh, nothing, I'm just getting sleepy and weirdly nostalgic on a Sunday night. I'd better go wash my face and figure out what to wear to work tomorrow. Maybe I should feather my hair... what do you think?

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Apparently, I weigh .3 lbs less when I am soaking wet, than when I am dry. Or maybe I was just really really dirty.

I weigh 13.4 lbs more when I am holding my cat. Pru was not happy to know her own weight. She says she's not fat, she's just fluffy.

Oh, and I weigh 2.3 lbs less than I did last Saturday, which is weigh in day. So.. yay me.

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Oh how I love Happy Loud Edgar #14. She is such a delight.

The am/pm's by my house all have diet dr pepper on tap now, as well as regular. This is one of the tricks I use to get through the stupid diet. I'm pretty much a soda pop addict. I have a pretty good idea what 12 ounces of soda looks like, in terms of volume, so I will sometimes get a dr pepper with no more than 12 ounces in it, and fill the rest with diet. The smaller the cup I get, the higher the ratio of regular to diet. I take the 3 point hit. I don't do it every day, just every once in a while. Happy Loud Edgar #14 noticed I wasn't coming in as much, so I explained to her I was on a diet. She also noticed the smaller cups [I often get the smallest size now] and I explained to her the whole 12 ounces of regular being three points filling the rest with diet deal.

This morning I woke up hungry, and there was nothing good to eat in my house. When I went in for my teeny tiny soda, I couldn't find anything healthy to eat, but my tummy was rumbly. So I grabbed a pop-tart. When I brought it up to the counter, I got a knowing look from Happy Loud Edgar #14.

HLE#14: AAIYYYAA.... WHAT'S THIS? WHAT ABOUT DIET, EH?
Jodi: I'm hungry! I need something now! Look, it's got some fiber in it, maybe it's not so bad... it's low in fat...
HLE#14: AAIIYYAA.... IF YOU SAY SO... YOU KEEP TELLING YOURSELF THAT...
Jodi: [snatches pop-tart and mumbles] shut-up.
HLE#14: OOOOO-KAY, HAVE GOOD DAY, ENJOY TART!

She's so sassy!

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Ok, so here is something we haven't talked about. I've been on a diet the last five or so weeks. The reason I didn't mention it earlier is because I don't particularly care to diet. It's annoying. The first three days of the diet I was pissed off and going through Dr. Pepper withdrawal. Also, I don't intend to turn this into a diet blog. But, you know... it's what's going on, so...

It's been going pretty well. I've lost 13.5 lbs so far. Half a pound more and I've officially lost a "stone" as Louise would say. Today I wore pants that have been too tight for a while. And people started to notice. I've been doing the Weight Watchers, counting up points. I've come up with lots of little tricks to get buy. I still get some Dr. Pepper every once in a while. [3 points in 12 oz.] I drink so much water, I probably slosh when I walk. And I pretty much live on lean cuisine pizzas. [8 points], because they are good... enough. Oh, and all those snacks that come in 100 calorie packs? Those rock. I've eaten more carrots in the past five weeks than I've eaten in the five years before them.

I'm doing this diet online, I'm not attending any of those meetings. The last thing I want is discuss something as annoying as dieting with a bunch of strange women. [mostly women at least]. I don't want to share my feelings... that would be gross. I don't want to give the whole process more attention than I have to.

But, that being said, right now, I'd kill for some Ben and Jerry's. Seriously. K-I-L-L.

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This Then and Now is brought to you by the book I am currently reading - King Dork by Frank Portman. aka: Dr. Frank

Dr. Frank is the lead singer of a band I like very much, The Mr. T Experience, aka: MTX. He also rights a blog I read regularly. This is his first book, and it's wonderful. Funny. Touching. And chock full of rock - n -roll. I'm only a third of the way through, so I am going to use the blurb to tell you what it's about.

Tom Henderson (a.k.a. King Dork, Chi-mo, Hender-fag, and Sheepie) is a typical American high school loser until he discovers the book, The Catcher in the Rye, that will change the world as he knows it. When Tom discovers his deceased father’s copy of the Salinger classic, he finds himself in the middle of several interlocking conspiracies and at least half a dozen mysteries involving dead people, naked people, fake people, ESP, blood, a secret code, guitars, monks, witchcraft, the Bible, girls, the Crusades, a devil head, and rock and roll. And it all looks like it’s just the tip of a very odd iceberg of clues that may very well unravel the puzzle of his father’s death and–oddly–reveal the secret to attracting semihot girls.
Being in a band could possibly be the secret to the girl thing–but good luck finding a drummer who can count to four.

Music plays a big part of the book, especially rock and bubblegum pop from the 70's. Which naturally I love, since that music is from my childhood. I had to dig out Sweet's Desolation Boulevard the other day, and listen to it loud, after reading the first few chapters. How can I not love a book that specifically mentions the importance of a song like Wig Wam Bam?

Sometimes it feels like cheating to use the Donnas in a Then and Now, they've covered plenty of songs. But extra special chocolate chip fudgey props to them for covering this one! Now if I could only get someone to cover Spark's Eaten by the Monster of Love.

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"But Jodi, you just changed the site design last week!"

I know, but there was something that bothered me about the banner. I was totally digging the red, and I loved the heart with flames, but it didn't go with the gun babe. And I couldn't figure out how to make it work to my satisfaction, so I put it away for another day. And drew stripes. I love stripes.

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Hello mes trésors d'Internet! I just did the best thing ever. It was the most fun. I walked into BofA with a cashiers check for thousands of dollars and paid off my car loan! This is the first time I have had a car paid off since 1999. Lola is mine all mine and no one can take her away from me, suddenly... in the middle of the night, ever again.

On a unrelated note, I have a Very Special Then and Now for you guys. But I could not post it yesterday, because I had to give all my concentration to Easter Brunch. You know... cuz of Jesus. Nyah, I am just trying to track down a song. I know I have it somewhere. Anyway, I will probably get that up tonight.

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I was in a spiritual house cleaning mood and needed a new look. I was feeling "red."

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... in case you forgot.

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Hi, kids! I'm taking today, through the rest of the week off from work. Today is my 7th anniversary at my P.O.E. Yay! Coincidentally, I am spending the day at the spa. I think this should be my new tradition. Every April 12th I spend at the spa.

My cousin, Kirsten, and I are going to the Korean naked lady spa. Not naked Korean ladies, well not exclusively Korean at least. It's a Korean spa, for women, and the women hang out mostly nekkid. So we call it the Naked Lady Spa. It's my first time there, but I've heard marvelous things about it. And it's fairly in expensive.

Kirsten and are going to get a package that includes a Body Scrub, Body Moisturizing, and a Massage. When you get the Body Scrub, you have to arrive early, because they want you to spend at least 30 minutes pre-soaking in the jacuzzi pool. Oh the torture. This is where the naked comes in. No bathing suits allowed. Then you are in a room with lots of other naked ladies, on an assembly line of Body Scrubbing. And they scrub you, from what I hear, EVERYWHERE. Except your face. E-V-E-R-Y-W-H-E-R-E.

There are these rooms, these hot rooms, with rock and sand and stuff, that you can sweat in. It's recommended you hang out in one of these rooms after the massage. When the day is done, you are supposed to be softer than a baby's butt. People tell me they've never felt so soft, or so relaxed, in their lives. I'll let you know how it goes.

Tomorrow I am going to be in Vancouver, so head's up, Canada. If you see me, feel free to ask to touch my arm to test for extreme softness.

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I found this to be amusing, and somewhat spooky.

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Ok, I'm taking a brief break from the Sims 2.

I've always thought this was one of your more romantic songs.. not overly mushy.. seems honestly expressed... I give it a thumbs up.

Maybe I'm Amazed - Paul McCartney

So, maybe everyone already knows about this song, because it was on the O.C. I don't watch the O.C. I'm not even sure what it's about, except it has pretty people on it... I've seen the commercials. But I love Jem, and I love this version of the song. So, I'm going to ignore the origin, and say it's a Good Song.

Maybe I'm Amazed - Jem

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on the way home from work, I picked up this..

freshly released.

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Me and the garbage men are going to have to have a little talk. The last couple of weeks they have been using my bins to block my access to my driveway. So I have to get out of the car and move them, before I can park my car. I've looked at everyone else's bins, around my neighborhood, they don't do that to anyone else. What's up with that? I am careful to put the proper side out, facing the street. Am I not moving them close enough to the street? are they too far back on my driveway? What is it?

God I hate a passive aggressive garbage man.

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I don't know if all of you realize how old I am, given my obvious childlike wonder with the world, but this summer would be my 20th reunion. Yes, it's true. I am that old.

I did not keep in touch with my high school friends, except for one... Julie. I left Tulsa a month after graduation. I came back six months later, for a wedding, when I was 19. But that's it. Like most things in my mind, I've taken the memories of high school, for the most part, and backed them up to to DAT tape, and they now sit gathering dust on a shelf. I don't even have a DAT tape drive anymore. When Julie and I do talk, she's always reminding me of stuff I did, or said, or things that happened, things that are fuzzy and vaguely familiar. Almost as if I knew someone who had those experiences, I've heard their stories, but they didn't happen to me. And yet I can remember Julie as clear as day.

Even when I was in high school, I wasn't all that. I wasn't popular. Or particularly unpopular. I wasn't completely inactive in school activities, but the ones I did participate in tended to be smaller, less prestigious ones. Red Cross, Key Club, French Club, National Honors Society. I had friends on various social levels, although few on the upper echelons. No cheerleader friends. I was in honors and AP classes, but by no means a star in any of those classes. Except maybe a couple of quarters of Physiology, when I would compete with my friend Michelle for highest grade. Mostly, I was in the middle of the smart kids. I was middle ground all around. My high school experience peaked in my junior year, if you can consider that a peak in life. I didn't go to prom. Maybe I knew, even back then, that this was just not the high point in my life. I feel sorry for those for which it was. I didn't go to my 10 year reunion, and couldn't think of a reason why I would. Julie was living in Bolivia at the time, and if she wasn't there, there was no reason.

Until last night, I was officially on the Missing List. I liked being on the Missing List, it was mysterious. I could be anything, while I was on the Missing List. I fancied myself an international spy. Fluent in Russian, unfortunately. No one needs spies who speak Russian anymore. Maybe I am currently stationed in the Middle East, learning to speak scary new languages, since that's where the government says the terrorists are. [Hence the belly dance classes!] Or maybe I am in Africa, working with other doctors on the frightening AIDS epidemic. Or maybe I am living in an ashram, and I've shaved my head and now everyone must call me Sunbeam. Who knows? I was on the freakin' Missing List. I could be anything I wanted.

But, like any good spy, fluent in Russian, my curiosity got the best of me last night. And I found the website for the Class of 86 reunion. And, in order to see the details... I had to register. I caved. My spy instincts got the best of me. But not enough to fake my name. I am now no longer Missing. I'm bummed. But, it's not like anyone was looking for me anyway, there is a message board with a thread of "Looking for...." and no one was looking for me. I looked over the names of the classmates who have registered. Some of the names sounded so familiar, but again, like names I've heard in books maybe. I couldn't attach faces to most of them, let alone memories.

Am I going, you ask? Well, I gave it a great deal of thought. I wondered if I would be depriving myself of recapturing some truly precious memories. If this, like the prom, was one of those Life Experiences everyone should have. I thought about it for about two minutes. And then I realized it conflicted with the Eels show at the showbox. No way am I missing the Eels. I mean, come on... it was only high school!

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Please listen to this song, we will be referring back to it on this Sunday's Then and Now.

They - Jem

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I am back at work, but I'm not all that happy about it. It's one thing to be feeling pretty good while you are lying around watching crappy tv. It's not quite the same when you are at work. I was gifted this disease by Paco, at least that's what Evildeb says. And she's done a great deal of internet research to prove it to him, so who am I to argue? He is still out. He was out all last week. So I think I got off pretty easy, all things considered.

Anyway, I have lots of email to catch up on, so I leave you with this, Clerks 2 trailer.

link via Blogography.

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