cuz the funhole is on vacation!

My allergies have been bothering me something awful, this past week. I’ve resorted to taking OTC allergy medicine during the day. Something I don’t really like to do because it makes me dopey. Dopier. Even if it’s day time non-drowsy formula, I still feel doped up. With the warm weather, and the dopiness, I feel lethargic and completely void of creative thought.

I blame the sunshine. We’ve had record highs in temperature with way way way too much fucking sunshine for my tastes. The longest day of the year was last week. My sleep is all off balance. It’s not good. Summertime, as delightful as it sounds, is not my peak season.

I’m willing to compromise, however. I will let everyone here have their bright sunny days, with cloudless blue skies, if we could just keep it in the mid 70’s? Ok, how about 77? That sounds good, yes? If we could just do that, I’d be ok for a while. But I’m going to need some cloud coverage in the next week or so. Light showers, just a few sprinkles.

Please?

I love this house I live in, surrounded by trees. I wish I could afford to buy it from my stepfather. But it’s too much yard work for a girl like me. Who does not do yard work. You have to get up on the roof on a regular basis to remove the pine needles. There is a lot of maintenance stuff like that. Even if I could afford this house, I would need to be able to afford someone to do yard work and needle upkeep as well.

In the next couple of days, it’s going to get quite warm for the PacNorWest. Upper 80’s into the 90’s. Pretty warm for a place that doesn’t have a lot of residential air conditioning. But I’ll be fine in my dark, little house surrounded by trees. The shade keeps it pretty cool. It’s my favorite thing about this house. The trees.

You wouldn’t know I loved this house by the insides either. It’s an unholy mess. It is still my intention to get it picked up and organized enough to have someone else clean it. Just the other night, my stepfather stopped by and was unable to resist the impulse to point out one of my better known unflattering qualities. Despite the fact that we’ve all known this my entire life.

“Jodi… you’re a slob! Still!”

Duh.

When I have trouble coming up with a blog entry, I redesign the blog theme. That being done, I am now searching for other blog technologies I could tweak or add, because I still don’t have a good blog post.

I was extremely crabby yesterday and everything annoyed me. My job, my hair, the pants I was wearing, my breakfast, all the other drives on my roads, oxygen… you name it. I tried to come up with things that made me happy, to counter-balance all this annoyance, and all I came up with was power washers and thunderstorms. Once I got to “2” something would annoy me and I would lose focus of the task at hand.

So… ummm… I’ll try to better later and actually write a post.

The ants say “hi!”

So does Amelia.

Complete with ants! Please refresh your browsers.

… link from Blog of a Bookslut.

Ant Club Roll Call!

Chloe!

Gus!

Houdini!

Darren!

Stinky!

Winkerbean!

Rochelle!

Champ!

Percy!

Tyree!

Bastain!

Dee-Dee!

Missy!

and…

The One Who Arrived Dead!!

Ok, you guys, sorry so shakey. A: I don’t have a steady hand at all and B: The Man is standing behind me, pulling a Marlin Perkins, making me laugh. I actually have to put down the camera at one point. You should see the video at full size, It’s like a a massive earthquake is occurring!

But, hey… I bought a book about iMovie, so hopefully I’ll get better.

It’s true, jodiferous was down for a day…. we were suspended. But we are back now. A few weeks ago there was suspicious activity on my credit card, and I cancelled it. But I am still discovering all the accounts with automatic payments that need to be updated.

Well… at least it wasn’t my drivers license this time.

Sorry kids, I’ve been in one of those frazzled moods that have made it difficult to focus on any one topic long enough to complete a thought. Bad for blogging. Bad for anything that requires focus, really. I should meditate or something.

I will say this, I have finalized my spa treatments and made my reservation requests. I seem to have little trouble focusing on that.

I will also say this much, for now, The Eels show? HELL YEAH!!!

There was a dead body outside my office this morning. Suicide. Someone had jumped off the Aurora Street Bridge. This happens about once a month, although sometimes they chose to jump off over Lake Union. Sometimes they chose to jump off over our parking lot. It happens that they usually chose to do this in the pre-dawn hours. A young girl killed herself two weeks ago, over a weekend. She came to our attention mostly because her friends left mementos and flowers in the parking lot.

Today, a man jumped off the bridge some time between 7 and 7:30 am. When Evildeb and Lloyd came in, they actually saw the body, had to drive around it. When I got there, the area was taped off and cops were standing around. And the man was covered with a yellow tarp, a few yards from the dead flowers that still sit there, from the young girls friends. When I left for lunch, there wasn’t a trace of what had happened. There never is. Or at least, there had never been… until the flowers.