Author Archives: Jodi

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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Uncategorized

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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Amelia

Amelia Has a Good Stretch

Amelia: I’m baaaack. My neck is stiff.

Me: You’ve been rolled up for a few months.

Amelia: Where is this?

Me: Canada.

Amelia: Girl, what are you doing down there?

Me: This is my life now. I’m scrubbing chili off the front of the oven.

Amelia: How did you get chili on the front of the oven?

Me: I don’t know. It was there when I got back from the states. The rumor is the kittens did it.

Amelia: The kittens eat chili?

Me: Well, I did find an empty chili can under the kitchen sink, next to the cat food.

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50 Word Fictions

50 Word Fiction Fridays Vol. 61

Today’s 50 Word fiction theme is division. Maybe because I just watched the Wedding Crashers, again, the other day. Also based on a conversation Wil and I had about divorce.

Long Division



They were attempting to be civil. 50/50 down the line; they’d both contributed to the household. Nobody could really quantify.

“In adherence to the spirit of the agreement, air miles will be split in half. Next… the cats.”

“I want the front halves!”

“Great, stuck with the butts. Again”

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thenandnow

Then and Now: Episode 43 Thanks for Reminding Me, River

Everybody has a list of those songs. Songs that, no matter how many times you hear them, you will never get tired of them. It’s usually a pretty short list, because few songs can stand up to that. “Into the Mystic” by Van Morrison; “When You Wish Upon A Star” by Pinochio; those are a couple of mine. But this song is the number one song on that short list. I’ve loved it since the album came out. I loved it before Say Anything, although that movie made me love it more. I went through two cassette tapes of “So” and purposely made it the very first CD I purchased for this song. And the one time I saw Peter Gabriel in concert, I think my heart stopped beating when they played this song. Not to over romanticize it or anything.
In Your Eyes – Peter Gabriel

This is another track from the High School Reunion CD I played for you a couple of weeks ago. I’m not overly familiar with Lori McKenna, but she seems to have pretty high ratings on her albums on the iTunes music store. Sorta alt country it looks like. Check her out.
In Your Eyes – Lori McKenna

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momo, pru

A Song About the Kittens

The cats still don’t get along. I don’t know if they ever will. Here is a song I made up for them this morning. Sung to the tune of the theme to the “Beverley Hillbillies.”

Ode to Mo and Pru

Let me tell you a story about a cat named Mo,

Eating is her favorite, a hallow leg that’s for sho,

Then one day comes competition for her food,

A snaggletooth kitten, a fluffball named Prud.

Prudence that is,

American girl,

Yankee cat.

Next thing you know, ol’ Mo is getting pissy,

Both cats are fluffing up, getting ready for a hissy,

But just before all the fur can hit the fan,

In she comes, The Girl Who Opens The Can.

Jodi that is,

American girl,

The true Alpha Cat.

Oddly enough, they both seemed nonplussed by my song. Although I am sure that secretly they love my singing.

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