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I’m, like, so whatever…

The other day I got my hair colored. I just wanted my blond fixed. It took three and a half hours. I know I have a lot of hair, but Sharyn could do do a full foil, haircut and straighten the whole mess in less time than that! I’ve never had anyone have to do my head in halves. My hair ended up darker, and the blond practically like silver stripes. Sounds cool, but not what I was looking for.Not at all what we talked about, either. However, it’s fine. As long as I’m not rooty in my picts, I’m ok with it. . But I guess I’m going to keep looking for a hair dresser. I don’t know if I’ll have time, on my wedding day, to wait for this girl to do an up-do. Plus, I think she was in the 9th grade like… last week.

While I was there, I had the honor of hearing Avril Lavigne’s “Girlfriend” not once, but twice. That brought the grand total of times I’ve heard that song to 2. But it stuck. Unfortunately. For days. The entire time we were in Victoria. I don’t know the words. All I would sing is “hey hey you you i don’t like your girlfriend!” And if I seemed to be getting over it, if I had not belted it out in the last 20 minutes or so, Wil would start off with “hey hey you you!” and I’d be trapped all over again.

Finally, another song replaced it. This is a video they have been playing before the trailers at the movies all summer. I’m going to be honest, the video confused and disturbed me. I don’t know why. And I figured this kid must have sold his soul to the devil to get the kinda deal he got, having his song played before every big summer movie in Canada. I assume all of Canada. I know it’s in BC at least. Well, it was until recently.

But when we saw the Transformers, this song was in the trailer for “Chuck and Larry.” And for some reason, now I like it. And I sing it all the time. But I don’t know the words to this one either, so I usually just bounce around and sing all the different colors I could be. I could be blue, I could be green, I could be cyan, I could be yellow.

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movies and tv, tshirts, William

Hey, I wonder what’s on Jodi’s t-shirt today…

Dear Buddha

So awesome.

We are off to Victoria for the weekend so that Wil can see his daughter and I can have brunch at John’s Place. Wil is also SUPER excited because we are seeing the Transformers movie tomorrow. I’m excited too, but I’m more excited about the upcoming Harry Potter movie. We made a deal. He comes to Harry Potter with me, and I’ll go to the Simpson’s movie. Which may be surprising to those who know my apathy for the Simpsons. But I don’t hate them. It’s not like he’s asking me to go Seinfeld Show movie or something.

Just thinking about a Seinfeld movie annoys me.

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William

no sleeping. only thinking.

Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I look over at Wil sleeping, and I’m blown away by what a huge impact this person has had in my life. Completely stunned by it. How amazing it seems that a little over two years ago someone found my blog while working a grave yard shift, strung out on too much coffee and alone time, most likely looking for information on Russ Meyer films or some such naughtiness, and now I’m going to marry him. But from the moment we started talking, everything in my life changed. Ask anyone who had to work with me.

So I look at him sleeping, and think about how we are getting married in two weeks. And I’m overwhelmed. Not with fear, but more with this goofy lightness at how amazing it is. How unexpected. And I love him. I only hope that when he wakes up in the morning, and looks at me sleeping, he feels something as nice.

And that I’m not drooling at the time.

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Wedding, William

I’m not a robot like you, I don’t like having discs crammed into me… unless they’re Oreos… and then only in the mouth.

Well, since you asked, the wedding plans are coming along nicely. I got the license the other day. Guess where I got it. Go on, guess! The mall. For reals! It’s a pretty big mall.

We are having a very small wedding. A step up from city hall, maybe, still very small. No bridesmaids, no groomsmen, nothing like that. I’m wearing a wedding dress, tho. My mom and I found it the first place we stopped, a consignment store in Kirkland. She’s taking it in, and up. It’s going to be tea length. Less formal. I decided I would carry a bouquet, so I would have something to do with my hands. Today we had a fitting for Wil’s tux. He looks goooood. We got the rings, what more do we need? That’s it, right? Am I forgetting anything?

If you have a pressing need to get us a wedding gift, Wil would like everyone to know that WE would like a robot.

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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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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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