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?

from Romy

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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.

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!

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.