Monthly Archives: June 2007

Amelia, Canada, William

Amelia makes new friends.

Canadians love facebook. I think I read somewhere that it’s more popular here than in the states, but I might be making that up. I swear I read it. I think that facebook is ten times more pleasant than myspace. It doesn’t hurt my eyes the way myspace does. I don’t have many facebook friends. If you have a facebook page and want to be my friend, leave me a comment and I will email you the url to my page and we can be BFF!! Wil has 197 thousand or something. I have 11. And half of them are people that I met through Wil, so we share them. He’s reconnected with lots of old high school friends and is having a blast with the facebook. Found a picture of himself with his first girlfriend, when he was 17, that is ADORABLE. To me, at least. He changes his profile picture on a regular basis. This one is my favorite, for obvious reasons.

Wilamelia

Me: Amelia, are you making time with my bf?

Amelia: Girl, we were just hanging out… no worries.

Me: ‘kay

Amelia: Girl, your house is a mess!

Me: Don’t call me “girl”

Amelia: almost as bad as your cube used to be.

Me: I know, ok. I’ve been busy.

Amelia: Busy? Is that what they call “sitting around watching home decorating shows on tv” these days?

Me: Maybe

Amelia: You’re a lousy housewife.

Me: Oh yeah? Well you’re…. TWO DIMENSIONAL!

Amelia: Ouch! That was hurtful.

Me: Sorry.

Amelia: Nobody likes to be told they are flat, Jodi.

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Secret Squrrel

We have a black squirrel living around our apartment building. I’ve never seen a black squirrel before. I thought I was crazy. Or that it was a very dark grey squirrel standing in a shadow. One of the two. But they are real, black squirrels. I’m going to try to take a picture of him for you. He’s wily. I’ve named him Francis.

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momo, William

Waking up with Momo

Scene: I’m in bed, trying to go back to sleep after Wil left for work. Momo jumps up on the bed and sits on me, sphinx like, and gives me the stare.

Me: What?

Momo: …

Me: Didn’t your dad give you crunchies before he left?

Momo: ….

Me: Hey, it’s not my fault he put them in the water dish. Pretend it’s cereal.

Momo: ….

Me: There is no need for that kind of language.

Momo: ….

Me: Don’t make me roll you off me!

Momo: ….

Me: ok, fine, git off me and I’ll give you new crunchies.

Momo: …..

Me: You’re welcome.

Isn’t it precious how I refer to Wil as her dad? Like the kittens are our children? Don’t you just want to throw up a little?

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Canada, Immigration, Wedding, William

Put on your big girl panties and deal with it, Jodi

Ok, brace yourself, because here are the things I am going to be bitching about for the rest of the summer.

1. Planning my … OUR… wedding, which takes place in 5 weeks. Surprise!

2. Getting the stuff together to apply for my VISA, and Wil’s sponsorship of my VISA, which has to be completed well before Sept. 1st.

The visa application asks for verification of things that we simply cannot verify. I have not kept track of everywhere I’ve lived since I was 18 years old. And I KNOW Wil has no clue. It has me a bit worried.

But hey, I’m getting married! We were trying to keep it quiet, but we failed, so I can blog about it now. You may congratulate me…. NOW.

EDITED TO ADD: Ok, I should take the bitching about the wedding back. Everything has been really easy and worked out well so far. And I promise this won’t be a topic of much discussion other than to describe how easy it’s been. It will all be over in five weeks. The wedding part. I’m sorry I can’t invite you all, but it’s very very very small and simple. But I know I hate hearing people talk about their upcoming weddings, so I won’t do that to you.

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tshirts, William

What’s on Jodi’s t-shirt today?

I think River will appreciate this one. I bought it at a comic shop here in New Westminster. Wil told me to.. he said I needed it and he turned out to be correct.

Wwshirt

I’m home now, after 10 days. I told Wil, if you are going to get hookers, make them clean the house as well but he said he didn’t want to pay extra. Bummer. So I’m off to drag 5 garbage bags of dirty clothes to the laundry mat.

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Eating mom’s food

Hi. I’m still stateside. I don’t have much to report except that the memorial is tomorrow. And I should be heading back up north on Wednesday. I’ve been here a week and I miss Wm and The Kittens. I can’t sleep without them. I think when I get back, I might sleep for 24 hours. Because, yes, I miss my wonderful bed, too.

I decided the last few weeks have been too emotionally draining for me, I have not written about my immigration issues, so you might not understand. I think because my mind was full of my stepfather, I just couldn’t seem to blog about it. I’m not going to today, either. We’ll talk about it when I get home. But, the point is, because it’s been so draining, so many stressful things, sad things and extremely good things going on at once, I had better go pay a visit to the Naked Lady Spa while I’m down here. For medicinal purposes of course.

Also, I’m going to go ahead and recommend that ya’ll see the movie Waitress. It’s a quirky and funny film, and I’m saddened that Adrienne Shelly is no longer with us, because I think I would have become more of a fan, as she made more movies. Also, Nathan Fillion is in it, so all Capt. Mal fans, like myself, will be so happy to see him. His pants aren’t as tight as Capt Mal, tho. And that’s a darn shame. Seriously. A darn shame.

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hello.

Thank you for all the nice comments and emails. I haven’t felt much like writing/blogging in the last week or so. Still don’t really. But I thought I’d better say something so you’d know I’m still alive. I’m down in the states for a few days, taking care of some business. My dad’s memorial is next Monday as well.

I expect I’ll get back to blogging soon, ok?

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