I’ve given the old Winter theme the heave-ho. It’s March now. And while technically, not Spring, I was ready for some color. There was some concern, amongst the test subjects, that the flowers were too happy to adequately represent my spirit de blog. It was Paco who had the idea of giving one flower a bad attitude to rectify that issue.

A new design to prove to everyone that I have not truly joined the myspace world. Even tho, I do enjoy getting the new friend pictures. I have seven friends! And only two are related to me! I just know I’ll get a date to the prom soon!

EDIT: I always go live without testing on IE for Windows. Because a: it’s IE and b: it’s Windows. However, I have been informed there is a “width” issue in IE. Thanks!

PS: Hey… IE users… go get Firefox, will ya?

I am not a fan of myspace.com. I really wanted nothing to do with it. But then, suddenly, it occurred to me this afternoon that if I was not careful, someone might try to be jodiferous on myspace. And that would piss me off. So… in order to prevent it, I claimed it.

I’m not proud. However, if have a myspace account, we can be friends! Isn’t that nice?

The body was female and not dead. She survived. And she was a jumper. I am sure she is battered and bruised now. I hope she finds peace and strength, and finds her way back to living again soon. Let’s wish the anonymous jumper well, shall we?

I don’t understand how I am supposed to walk, all slinky like, do snake arms AND undulate, all at the same time. That’s too many things for one human girl. It sounds like only three, but snake arms, in of themselves are like … SIX separate things. You don’t even want to know how many parts there are to undulating. I think our teacher is missing some bones.

Really really hard, belly dancing. But great fun. I tried not too laugh too much, because you are supposed to be all “oooo-oooo sexy-sexy at one with the earth and your feminine core.” But my feminine core had the giggles.

I told you that I was going to do some stuff in February that ought to be good for a laugh, if nothing else. One of these things is belly dancing. My cousin, Kirsten, convinced me to take a belly dancing class with her. In truth, she didn’t have to work too hard to convince me. If at all, I’ve been thinking about taking one for a while. It’s my theory that a class like belly dancing might give me a tiny smidgeon of physical coordination. And every little bit helps.

My first class is this Thursday evening. Kirsten started last week, but I had a thing, so I couldn’t go. There are belly dancing supplies that are needed for class. For example, a hip scarf. From what I understand, it’s not just the ability to move in such a way as to make the little coins jingle, but also to be able to move in certain ways and not make them jingle. This is my hip scarf, currently on it’s way to me via USPS:

We also have these little finger cymbals, called zills. Last week, Kirsten said she flung a zil across the room. I’m thinking, we should sharpen the edges, get really good, and then go on the market as belly dancing assassins!

I’ll let you know how the whole thing works out. I just wanted to show off my little hip scarf because it’s so pretty and sparkly.

I have two things I feel I must say, today.

1. I have a big crush on Barack Obama. And it’s not just because of his name. Although, President Obama has a nice ring to it. I’ve just been reading a bit about him recently.

2. I need to thank Bill O’Reily for giving me even more reasons to visit Canada. What a buffoon. I’m going to go get a trunk load of Smarties.

But, Jodi, you say, what about the deserter? Well, I’ll tell you what, I guess this is the chance for all the people with ribbon stickers on their cars to prove whether or not they really support our troops. And I mean all of our troops. Including those who have a problem with war. Oh, I know, there is a problem with my logic of supporting the man. That’s not the way the military works. But, really, I can’t blame him. I can’t.

The important thing is, Bill O’Reily is a dumb ass.

I’m addicted to a new tv show. Generally, I try to avoid watching new shows, I don’t need to spend more time watching tv. But, recently, USA has started showing reruns of season 1 of House MD, right after Monk on Friday nights. I love Monk, and they have been new episodes, so I’ve been watching. I’ve heard good things about House, and so I decided to give it a try. I love that show! Not since Veronica Mars has a show so delighted me. Dr. House is such a jerk, but so entertaining. My original plan was to enjoy Season 1 one episode at a time, weekly. But I caved and bought the dvd’s.

Anyway, maybe that’s why there have been no blog updates since Saturday… I’ve been too busy working my way through those DVD’s. I will try to be better.

Would you like to know the 50 most loathsome people in America? Don’t be smug, you are one of them. Not sure we can claim God. Although, I guess he’s in America as much as he is everywhere else. Anyone missing? Off the top of my head, I could say Dr. James Dobson. Or Fred Phelps. Look him up, I won’t even deign to link to him, he’s that repugnant.

via Blog of a Bookslut.

Don’t you think these shoes should be mine?

I’m not wrong about that, am I?

Look, even I can get sick of the rain. When I went out at lunch today, it was clear and the sun was out and I was happy to see it. So we failed to break our record. We made it only 29 days. However, it appears that more rain fell in those 29 days than fell during the 1953 – 33 day record. Not a whole lot more. But, believe me, 29 days was enough.

Frankly, the weather has disappointed me this winter. Back in November, we had some cold days, weather in the 30’s, threats of possible snow days. Evildeb knitted a beautiful, soft scarf for me, and I wore it every day. But in December, temperatures rose, and the rains came. It was damn near tropical on Christmas Eve. What happened to my winter? Where is my cold weather? I miss it. Wet and 50’s is no weather for a scarf. As it is, we are going to move into February and I am going to go straight into wishing for spring. I don’t know how places with no real seasons do it. It’s so dull.

I hate it when I talk about weather on my blog. I really do. I’m going to go to my room now, and think about what I’ve done.