Wait… can you say that? Happy Memorial Day? I mean, it’s a rather somber holiday. Over time it’s just become the unofficial beginning of summer, I guess.

So… do you like it any better on?

Ok, I’ll quit taunting you with my violent necklace.

If you create a pdf manual, and it’s over 3 pages long and you don’t include bookmarks ,and hyperlinks in the TOC, you are an IDIOT!

Just my humble opinion and one of my pet peeves. Ummm… sorry if you, dear reader, create pdf manuals without bookmarks now. I don’t mean you. I mean those other guys.

xox,

Jodi

Adobe Certified “Expert” – Acrobat CS2.

[[it’s true. laughably so]]

KK just showed me this, it’s jewelry made out of doll parts. It’s fascinating and yet creepy at the same time.

Loud Happy Edgar is aware of my diet, she has been monitoring my progress. A few days ago, she said to me, “AAAIYYY – MORNING! You look SMALLER!”

She asked me how much weight I had lost, and I told her. She asked me how much more I wanted to lose, and I told her. She leaned over the counter and slowly checked me out from top to bottom and back up again.

“WHERE THOSE POUNDS GOING TO COME FROM? You lose them, you will be BONES!”

It’s not remotely true, but it’s sweet of her to say.

There hasn’t been many exciting updates on the diet. I lost 24 pounds very quickly. And, not surprisingly, I shot back up to -15 just as quickly. Now the pounds are coming back off, but slooooowly. Nothing to exciting about losing weight you thought you’d already lost. I’ll get excited again when I get beyond -24. Or my size smaller pants start to fall off. That’s always fun.

Remember the Girls Who Eat Meat Lunch Club? We changed the name. Due to our work schedules, lunch was always difficult to pin down. Besides, we didn’t want to limit ourselves. We are now the Girls Who Eat Meat Adventure Club. Or, GWEMAC. We are using my blog banner to create a tshirt design. Because no event has emotional significance unless there is a tshirt to go along with it. Roughly, something like this…

Haven’t figured it all out yet, but we definitely like the drumstick. When I stick it up on cafepress, I figure I should also get a jodiferous.com tshirt done. Can’t believe I haven’t done that yet.

I kept meaning to post a picture of the übergirly rug that KK and I put in the cubeplex. One of the things we like best about it, besides all the pink, is that neither one of us would actually put it in our home. It belongs here. It’s perfect. And it brightens up the place. Amelia approved.

click for ginormous image.

Wow, some of you guys don’t like that necklace at all! Weird. I quite liked it. I showed it to Mr. and Mrs. Moon, who’s answers were similar to some of yours. Mrs. Moon wanted to know if I was a cutter. Mr. Moon said it said “cokehead” to him. Neither one of these occurred to me. To me, it said:

I heart. But if you hurt me, I will CUT YOU.

In cute kinda retro safety-pin razor blade punk kinda way. But it also reminds me of a favorite song of mine, Razor Valentine by Thea Gilmore.

Love hurts, people. It’s not 100% warm and fluffy. Even when it’s going well, it’s disorienting and confusing. In the beginning, it’s like having bipolar disorder and suffering through the manic phase. Fun, yes. But totally disruptive. Even if you are enjoying it, it fucks you up. Don’t even get me started on when it goes poorly.

Enough jewelry Rorschach testing, go read this Ode to Bloggers, it’s funny.

I know there is a lot of concern about me buying a bike. Which bike to chose, is it the right bike for me, is it worth the money. I want you all to rest assured… the chances of me actually buying the bike are slim. Last week, I was looking at cars to buy. The week before, I was looking up spa vacations in exotic locations well beyond my budget. I seem to be going through a phase. Anyway, Louise did purchase that bike, and I will ride hers before I do anything. Let’s face it, the chances of me riding my bike a great deal are not good. I’m not going to buy one unless I think I will ride it. We’ll see.

In the meantime, go look at this necklace and tell me what it says to you. I’ve quizzed a couple of people… it’s kinda like a Rorschach test. But with jewelry instead of ink blots. I’ll tell you what it says to me tomorrow.

Weight Watchers is all about increasing the activity in your life. Which puts it at direct odds with me, since I am all about decreasing the activity and increasing the sloth. But, I’ve been trying. There are the belly dance class, although, I am currently not going, but should be starting back up soon. I’m will be taking swimming lessons, to improve my form. Swimming is really the only sport I like. And now, thanks to Louise, I am considering getting a bike. I think “riding bikes” and “swimming” were my main forms of activity as a kid. Maybe that’s why they appeal to me. The belly dancing? Not sure, except we used to dance, in the living room, to the Grease soundtrack a lot. There must be a goofy dancer in me somewhere.

But I’m not going to lie to you, what is really selling the idea of getting a bike, is the bike itself.

Tell me I wouldn’t look cute on that bike.

IMPORTANT NOTE:

I’ve changed my mind, I think I want the Betty, in red. With leopard print. thought you all should know. Last weekend, Louise purchased the Betty in black and pink.

I saw a squirrel attacked by a large crow the other day. I think the squirrel, who was on the small side, was poking around something the crow thought of as his food source. In the middle of the road. The crow chased after the squirrel, got ahold of it’s tail in it’s evil crow claws, and lifted it off the ground. He couldn’t hold it for long, and dropped it, at which point the squirrel got away. Lucky for the crow, cuz I was in my car driving down my street, when I saw this, and I was in the process of pulling over to come to the squirrel’s rescue.

I’m not overly fond of birds.

Except for ducks. I like ducks.

It was a pretty quiet weekend.

Last night I went to hear Maya Angelou speak, with my mother. It was her Mother’s Day Present. Dr. Angelou was discussing positive influences in your life, even when things seem at their worst. “Rainbows in your clouds” she called them. She was very charming and funny, I enjoyed hearing her speak very much, but she read a poem of hers that has now made her one of my heroes. She wrote this poem after being yelled at by a waitress in a health food restaurant, for taking out her pack of cigarettes to smoke. This was over 20 years ago, because she made a point of saying she’s been nicotine free for 20 years. I hope this is an accurate transcription of the poem, but I think you’ll get the point if it is not.

The Health-Food Diner



No sprouted wheat and soya shoots

And Brussels in a cake,

Carrot straw and spinach raw,

(Today, I need a steak).

Not thick brown rice and rice pilaw

Or mushrooms creamed on toast,

Turnips mashed and parsnips hashed,

(I’m dreaming of a roast).

Health-food folks around the world

Are thinned by anxious zeal,

They look for help in seafood kelp

(I count on breaded veal).

No smoking signs, raw mustard greens,

Zucchini by the ton,

Uncooked kale and bodies frail

Are sure to make me run

to

Loins of pork and chicken thighs

And standing rib, so prime,

Pork chops brown and fresh ground round

(I crave them all the time).

Irish stews and boiled corned beef

and hot dogs by the scores,

or any place that saves a space

For smoking carnivores.

— Maya Angelou

FYI: I had steak for dinner last night and it was goooOOOOoood.