Author Archives: Jodi

blogging, shopping

Under Where

The other day, while I was Christmas shopping, something awkward and uncomfortable happened to me. And it occurred that this is just the type of awkward and uncomfortable thing that I used to blog about. And somehow made it funnier than it really was.

I’m not sure if I can do that this time, I’m rusty. Basically you can blame my attempted return to blogging on my underpants. Which slid down off my butt and down my thighs while I was shopping, hanging on only by the juncture of the two legs of my yoga pants. (I hate the word crotch. It’s ugly. Someone give me a better word, please.) Sure, yes, I tried backing up to a wall and hiking them up, but only a somewhat waddled trip to the washroom would return them to their original position. It was there that I thought about blogging again.

Message received, underpants.

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blogging

WordPress

So I’ve moved my blog to WordPress. I did not do it willingly. However, when I was trying to upgrade my MovableType to 5.whatever, I begrudgingly admitted I was no longer technical enough for MT. And nor was I interested in being so.

I did this quietly a couple of months ago. I really did not want to hear I told you so’s from WP users. They are a rabid bunch. I screwed up all my permalinks at the time, so I sort of walked away for a while. Tonight I have fixed them. I’m using a generic theme until I can either recreate my old one, or perhaps design a new one.

I will admit that WordPress has been an  absolute joy to use and explore. While my geek cred took a hit, in my opinion, I’m pleased to have something so simple and beloved by developers.

Wheeeeee!

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If

Via Sizzle:

If I were a month I’d be October

If I were a day I’d be Friday

If I were a time of day I’d be evening

If I were a font I’d be Myriad Pro

If I were a sea animal I’d be an dolphin

If I were a direction I’d be North-West

If I were a piece of furniture I’d be a bookshelf

If I were a liquid I’d be Dr Pepper

If I were a gemstone I’d be an opal

If I were a tree I’d be an apple tree

If I were a tool I’d be sandpaper

If I were a flower I’d be a gerber daisy

If I were an element of weather i’d be a spring breeze

If I were a musical instrument I’d be a cello

If I were a color I’d be green

If I were an emotion I’d be surprise

If I were a fruit I’d be a grape

If I were a sound I’d be the sound of a sprinkler system

If I were an element I’d be xenon

If I were a car I’d be a hybrid

If I were a food I’d be cherry pie

If I were a place I’d be my bed

If I were a material I’d be cotton

If I were a taste I’d be cherry

If I were a scent I’d be cookies

If I were a body part I’d be a bellybutton

If I were a song I’d be When You Wish Upon A Star

If I were a bird I’d be a duck

If I were a gift I’d be non refundable

If I were a city I’d be Seattle

If I were a door I’d be fingerprinty glass

If I were a pair of shoes I’d be Keen’s

If I were a poem I’d be the one my friend Karyn wrote for me:

Roses are red
Butter is fatty
I love you
And your mom Pattie  

or maybe something from Shel Silverstein. I’m not that much into poetry.


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Sims 3, William

Generation gap

Here is what I have been doing. Wil and I are playing the sims together. By together I mean each on our own computers. We are doing a legacy challenge. 

Briefly, the legacy challenge is 10 generations, all created in one house. The game ends the day your 10th generation baby is born. There are certain conditions (you start on a huge lot which leaves you only $1300 and no house. All traits have to be randomly selected.) and rules. You get points for certain things and there is absolutely no cheating. Which is hard for me. 
This has consumed our lives. It’s not a quick game. It takes many many hours to raise ten generation. You get points for being successful in things, like fulfilling life wishes, so it behooves your to raise them well. 
I might be ahead in points, but Wil’s family is far more interesting and tragic. First, even though traits are randomly assigned, his sims have a strange proclivity towards Evil. His sims always seem doomed in some way. Insanity seems to pop up at least once a generation in mine. 
I have made it to the 5th generation. I used to have a family plot of graves out back of my house, but after having 4 different ghosts takes up most of the beds in the house one night (you can’t get them off of them either) I had to move them all to the local graveyard. My sims had bad days the next day due to extreme sleepiness. Stoopid ghosts. 
I’m not kidding when I tell you it has consumed our lives. We’ve had a bunch dinners that have consisted of sandwiches, cereal or “whatever you can find.” So not a lot to blog about unless you want Peabody family updates. If you are interested, you can read about the legacy challenge rules right here. 
I did do a meme today, however, which I will post right after this. 
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Cooking and food, Wellness Wheel: Physical

All I wanted was a pepsi, and you wouldn’t bring me one.

I’ve been trying to get back on the water wagon for several weeks now. We even have water delivered and one of those cooler thingies. I call it a “bubbler.” Because of the noise. But my hand keeps reaching for the delicious diet pepsi. 

With that in mind, Wm and I decided to discontinue buying any soda pop for the house. No more soda in the house would mean we would have to drink water, or water with Crystal Lite. From past experience I remember that once you are drinking 8 glasses of water a day, you tend to prefer water to anything else. I am not yet at that point.
The mornings are the worst. 
I am not giving up soda entirely. We can drink it when we go out. I have taken this rule to mean it is ok for me to go out and buy a soda and then bring it home with me. It gets me out of the house at least once a day. Which is good. 
This short, rather dry post is brought to you buy the fact that I am trying flex my now atrophied blogging muscles. 
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Canada

2010 Winter Olympic Coverage

I’m not all that into it. That’s my coverage. I watched a little last week. I saw Shawn White, Lindsay Vonn and the guy who won the gold in Men’s Figure Skating. I can’t remember his name. I remember Johnny Weir, tho. I like that kid, he’s entertaining.

I talked some smack about the US – Canada quarter finals game last week. Wil and I had a contest, loser had to make dinner. But the truth was, I was only keeping an eye on the score online. I was having a Harry Potter movie marathon and Wil was playing the Sims. 
I’m so happy for Canada, not only have they won their first gold during hosted Winter Games, but they’ve won a ton of them. Which is wonderful. But today… today is the final show down, isn’t it? The US vs. Canada. Gold Medal Hockey game. Do I root for my homeland? Or do I root for my adopted home, for Canada to have, what would have to be, their greatest triumph?
What are you nuts? I’m rooting for America, baby. I am what I am. We’ll see who makes dinner tonight. 
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Checking in

And so that was Christmas. How was yours? Mine was AWESOME! Home for the first xmas since 2006. It was a thing of wonder. I admit to being a bit worried about Wil. He’s not much for holidays. In my family, we are VERY MUCH for holidays. Especially Christmas. I think I’ve been warning him and preparing him for years for his first Christmas Eve get-together, aka: Stocking Madness. He did great! I think he really enjoyed it. Beer probably helped. And the fact that, for us, it was a smaller group. No orphans or close family friends, only people in the family.

I got some great Christmas presents, but for me the best present was just being there. No, really, I’m serious. Shut up. The biggest surprise present was a Wii from my mom and Bob. We were not expecting that! I also got the Biggest Loser game for the Wii. Now I am going to take advantage of the Boxing Week sales to pick up a Wii fit with board.

Additionally I got a Sony E-reader, all 6 Harry Potter movies in a box set of blu-ray and my “And then Buffy staked Edward. The End” t-shirt.

But Christmas is not about how much loot you got, it’s about how much sugary goodness you stuffed in your belly. It was a very Merry Christmas indeed. My pants are tight.

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Merry Christmas, baby

Shhhhh…. It’s 1:30 in the Christmas morning. I’m waiting up for Santa. There are some things I want for 2010 and I need to discuss it with him. Like my perm res visa for one. It would also be nice if he could come down the chimeny with a big sack of jobs. I know a lot of people, including myself, who would like one.

2009 has been tough for a lot of people I love, so I’d like to ask him to deliver more joy and good luck and peace in the new year for everyone.

And I would a two bedroom apt with den, w/d and dw please.

Here’s to hoping you get everything you want for Christmas.


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