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.

“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.

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.

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

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.

I found this to be amusing, and somewhat spooky.