ding, fries are done.

hi. long time no write, huh? i know. i expected to take a bit of a break, after the surgery. . what i didn’t expect was everything else that happened after it. the surgery. i have a lot to write. it could take me the entire weekend to cover the last two weeks. but does anyone really want that much detail into my life? probably not. i’ll try to break it up into separate entries. to summarize, i had the breast reduction. and it went really well in ways i did not expect, and weird in some other ways. i should have done it sooner. one week after my surgery, friday the 20th, my mo¸r mo¸r died. if you know any details of my family life, you will know how huge this is. mo¸r mo¸r was the matriarch of the big family. my mom’s side of the family. she was a huge influence in my life. she is the most kick ass grandma, i’ve never known another like her. i don’t think anyone who knew her thought differently.
all in all, a bunch of weird self reflection over the last two weeks. and if i write about it honestly in this blog, i’ll be spilling my guts. we’ll see how gutsy i get. we’ll see…..
to be cont.

it wants no more to do with this picking up and cleaning crap. its DONE. i can tell, because my whole right arm has decided to come down with the 24 hour arthritis. i swear, i do not know what’s wrong with it, but it hurts. especially my hand. throbby. ouch.
i was a horrible employee this week. normally, when i am about to go on vacation, it’s hard to pay attention. but i want to leave things tied up. and not pass off anything to anyone. this week, and part of last, i could not have cared less. bad bad bad employee. but oh well. yesterday, steve, tony and i had “lunch” at the metro cinemas. where we saw “goldmember.” i had not seen it. it was perfect for two hours of hooky. lots of laughing. nothing serious. plus they had dr pepper. i got a large, which meant that i got free refills on my way out, back to work. wheeeee!
pattie, mi madre, is picking me up at 7 am tomorrow morning. we have to be at the hospital at 7:30. i’m not happy about the whole no shower thing. it’s the hair. it won’t be pretty. but pattie worked it out, she’s going to french braid it into two braids, while wet, tomorrow morning. see how smart moms are? wicked smart.
i’m going to upload another picture of the pru, and this time i will try to get the thumbnail right. this pict goes out to aaiysha, who says my cat belongs in “cat fancy” magazine. many sand papery smooches to you, mother of zain, from the pru. an 8×10 signed glossy is on it’s way to you.

much more of a thumbnail sized thumbnail, wouldn’t you say?
i was talking to my massage therapist, summer, today… all about eddie izzard. i have her all primed and ready. when i go back, in a few weeks. i’ll take her a tape of the HBO special. and then there will be another convert. i’m just a missionary for the good. got to get everyone to get a reading from dr. wanless, forever loyal to the apple macintosh, adobe software, and dr. pepper, have to promote the awsome pet qualities of the bunny… and now, i have to get people to love eddie izzard. it’s just part of an every evolving mission in my life. new things to added as necessary.

to kiss these boobies good-bye. over half of them, i guess.
it’s my last night to get anything done around the house. and i am completely wasting time. expect lots of entries tonight, i’m thinking. as i continue to stall. plus, i have many evil things to say about webster this evening. bad bad ebil boy.
wanna see something cute?

i never saw the movie “coupling” but that quote above is from it. i just thought, based on what i was about to say, i would check to see if there were any good quotes about pudding … from movies i saw. and i saw this one. since it talks aobut breasts [a current obsession of mine. MY breasts, that is.] and pudding. i had to use it. there was also a great quote from the simpsons. but i don’t watch the simpsons. i get a lot of flak about that. apparently i occaisionally quote homer. even tho i insist i am not, since i thought up what to say all by myself. so, to quote homer now, would be rather hypocritcal of me. don’t you think? it was a great quote. let me know if you want to see it anyway.
so, yes, a brief moment to express some gratitude to my friend fee. i’d like to say, “thanks for the puddin'” the reason why? i just had a snack cup size of kozy shack rice pudding. some of the best stuff on earth. before arifa, i knew nothing about kozy shack. back in the day, the early uberbrain days. when most of us had not met face to face, and we spent hours on aim and icq…. arifa told me about kozy shack pudding. and it sounded good…but was i ready to introduce a new brand of pudding in my life? i wasn’t sure. then, came the first ubergathering. the infamous bronco party where i first met some of them face to face. including fee. she picked me up at the airport, with debachu and tammy. i stayed with fee! first time i met her, face to face. she could have killed me in my sleep!! she could have sic’d the then baby nebbish on my face, and let him chew it off. but instead she took me to the grocery store and we bought pudding. and i became a convert. a kozy shack fan. and so, as i was just enjoying a snacky cup size rice pudding, i thought i’d better thank her for that. 🙂 prudence would like to thank her too, as she is enjoying the empty snacky cup.
i was want to give a shout-out to my friend lonniemoon. over summer quarter, which is shorter than your average quarter, he took an intensive german language class that gets you through 101, 102, and 103, all in one quarter. i know he felt like it was treten seines esels [according to babblefish, that is Kicking His Ass in german.] but in the end, he kicked that deutsch class’s prussian ASS!! ended up with a drei point something. YEAH!! and so, to the intenstive german language class at the university of washington, we say fuck off, mate! we don’t want any of your deutschy-markies here!! we are DONE with foreign language requirements, and we are moving on. well, lonnie is. personally, i’m getting back into speaking french. thinking of taking a class. n’est-elle pas qu’une idÈe de gÈnie?

that, right there, is the fortune cookie i got with my chinese food tonight. is that not the suckiest fortune cookie you’ve ever seen? there’s no fortune in that cookie!! it basically says, “oh, i don’t know what do you think? do whatever you want.” it’s a very wishy washy fortune cookie. brought to you by Panda Express. i should write a letter.
Dear Panda Express,
thank you for putting crack in your orange chicken. i have fallen prey to your plot, and am now addicted. however, your fortune cookies suck. please get a new fortune teller, this one is far too torpid and banal. perhaps your new one could take advantage of merriam webster’s word of the day feature such as i have. regardless, i am looking forward to a more fatidical cookie in the future.
love,
jodi
ps: seriously tho… thanks for the dr pepper. you are doing the lord’s work in serving it. bless you.

i have an overactive imagination. today, i had to run up to office max, for more cd’s. massive back-up projects in the works. anyway, on the way back to work, i decided to stop at the Jack in the Box for a fresh dr pepper. and a chicken sandwich, which i would save for later. in front of me in the drive thru, there was a white truck which stopped briefly at the menu, and then slowly turned the corner, without stopping at the second menu, where you order. i pulled up, ordered, and drove around the corner. and there he sat, behind the car they were helping. i got it in my head that his plans for jack in the box were nefarious at best. i was convinced he was going to rob the place. via the drive thru. i then spent the next few minutes memorizing information about the truck, that i could give to the police. however, after that car pulled away, he drove away as well. which could mean only one of two things. he saw the sign on the window that said “cashiers have a minimum amount of cash in register.” or he could tell that i was onto him. he could tell by my piercing green eyes, that i had made notice of his white gmc sierra truck, with the large black stripe on the back cab door, the yellow twine in the cab, some of which was shut in cab door and dangled down almost to the street, the mostly white french bulldog he had with him the truck. the fact her wore a blue baseball cap, sorta dusky blue and he had short brown hair and headphones in his ear; grey – the sporty kind with the nubby things that go in your ear. and he worked for a lawn care place, who’s name i didn’t catch, but the number is 283-LAWN. and his license plate was A66509M.
in reality, he had parked his car to go in and order.
and the above is all true. 8 hours later i remember all those details. didn’t write any of it down, either. it’s up here. in my gigantic brain.

just a couple more things today.
one of the albums i got yesterday was prince’s 1999, which i have not heard, in it’s entirety since about 1989. maybe. anyway…i’d just like to point out. that prince is a naughty little thing, isn’t he? sassy!!
the title above is dedicated to webster, who loves to hear my opinions on jesus. more than anything in life, i suppose.
would someone please just come over here and clean up my house, so i don’t have to, and i can keep working on the computer?? please?