Today was a lazy lazy day. I swear I had only been up for a an hour or so, and it was time for a nap. Ok, it was longer than that. It’s raining here today. None of that sissy "scattered showers" crap. Full on rain on my roof. It was hard not to get under the covers and just listen to the rain. Then we the cat jumped upon and settled down next to me, curled up against me, it was even more different to contemplate getting out from underneath the covers. So I didn’t.
Shhhh… let’s all be very quiet and listen to the rain. Or a Van Morrison song with lots of cello.

and I’m a sadistic bastard! I’m so grateful for that!

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Heart-shmart… brains KICK ASS!

Your Brain is 53.33% Female, 46.67% Male Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female You are both sensitive and savvy Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve

I was sure I’d be more male than that.



You Belong in 1966 1966 If you scored… 1950 – 1959: You’re fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in! 1960 – 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule – oh, and drugs too. 1970 – 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you’re partying or protesting, you give it your all! 1980 – 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You’re colorful at night – and successful during the day. 1990 – 1999: With you anything goes! You’re grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It’s all good!

And, finally, I’ve always wondered, what do my boobies call themselves? Can’t say I’m surprised to find out that…

Your Boobies’ Names Are: Betty and Veronica

For all of you who mocked Neil Diamond… well… shut up! One day, I am going to post one of his songs up here, and you are going to ENJOY IT.

I used to listen to the radio all the time, as a kid. I remember having a white clock radio, that I would put next to my head to listen to, while I was not falling asleep. And it was in the Bellevue house, pre-remodel, so my room was yellow. I must have been pretty young. I would always hope to hear Donnie and Marie. But, if "Knights in White Satin" came on, I had to switch the station before the end, before the poem, because it scared the pants off of me. Sometimes, I would listen to it, just to freak myself out. It still scares me.

Breathe deep in the gathering gloom

Watch lights fade from every room

Bedsitter people look back and lament

Another day’s useless energy’s spent

Impassioned lovers wrestle as one

Lonely man cries for love and has none

New mother picks up and suckles her sun

Senior citizens wish they were young

Cold-hearted orb that rules the night

Removes the colors from our sight

Red is grey and yellow white

And we decide which is right

And which is an illusion?

Aaaaaaahhhh! Scary Anyway, less closed minded, musically, people admit that it would be fun to go to a Neil Diamond concert, because you could sing along the entire time, you could just excuse yourself to visit the restroom or get more snacks during "heartlight" and "you don’t bring me flowers." Barry Manilow too, most likely. "Oh Mandy… you came and you stayed without taking… and I sent you away Oh Mandy!"

However, I present you with something from the year 2005 instead. This is Ben Lee, from his album "Awake is the New Sleep." Which I do not yet own, but I did buy one of the songs with Pepsi cap. It’s called "Catch my Disease" and I dare you to not enjoy it and get it caught in your head all day.

I was just looking at the pets available for adoption on petfinder.org. Specifically, cats. Coworker M-roo has wanted a cat for a long time. Last year, she bought a house. And she’s been keeping an eye out for the perfect kitty ever since. Looking at all the animals without homes makes me so sad. I need to buy a big huge house, then I can adopt all the kitties and become the crazy cat lady I am destined to be. I know we are about to hit the time of year that seasoned bunny owners dread…. Easter. Parents go out and get real bunnies to put in Easter Baskets. And then the bunnies end up at a shelter. Because it turns out that they are real animals, with real animal behavior. In the cute pictures, she seem so nice and quiet. Don’t buy anyone a bunny at Easter unless you a: know they want it and b: know that they can take care of it! That’s all I’m saying. Fee works long and hard to get abandoned bunnies adopted by good homes. I’m not sure how hard she actually works, I’d say she’s definitely dedicated to it. But she does help out people who definitely do work hard at it.

I don’t know if ya’ll noticed, but my baby brother, Josh, left me a comment. He must be getting around, because I don’t think he has a computer at home. It’s good news.

I was talking to one of the many lucky people who used to be my manager here at The Place of my Employment about who would win in a fight; me or Evildeb. I’ve always insisted that I could kick Evildeb’s ass. I still believe that is true. Ex-Manager P asked, “which one of you is freakishly strong?”

Evildeb: Me! I am! I am freakishly strong!

Jodi: Just freakish, Deb… you are just plain freakish.

Evildeb: No! Ask anyone! Ask Lloyd!

Jodi: nope, don’t care anymore. [[started to explain to Ex-Manager P why the cupcakes might taste a bit like bran muffins.]

Evildeb: [Standing behind Lloyd, applying what could only be called a vulcan death grip to his shoulder] Lloyd, am I freakishly strong?

Lloyd: Yes. She is freakishly strong.

Evildeb: Ha!

Lloyd: It’s true, she’s freakishly strong. Ask anyone.

Jodi: Well, sure, comparatively, she is freakishly strong to Lloyd.

Lloyd: They always tell her she’s freakishly strong. Ask her personal trainer, ask her massage therapist. Ask her… her… crystal therapist.

Jodi, Evildeb, Ex-Manager P: Her what? Crystal therapist?

So, add “strong” to the long list of things that are freakish about Evildeb.

Photographic evidence of freakish strength. Click for larger image.

Evildeb: How many push-ups do you think a freakishly strong person would do?

Jodi: doesn’t matter, I’m only taking a picture of one.

Evildeb: Oh, in the case. [switches to one arm push up]

I have had too much sugar. I’m actually feeling a little bit icky… Evildeb says I am shitkl ibbledick. Which sounds naughty, but it means I’m feeling a little bit icky.

Anyway, from craiglist.org Seriously? You are getting married? I hadn’t heard. I have been here! I’ve lived this! I could have written this letter. The girl I worked with was so bad, her friends would come by and they’d lock themselves in the conference room to discuss the wedding for hours! And, at that time, we shared duties so that left them all to me. One day, I broke down and went into a closet and cried. Ahhhh…. the good old days. Anyway, it’s funny. Go read it.

I was going to write a nice long post about Terri Shiavo, because I’m very angry about it. Not only am I angry about the inappropriate interference of the Federal Government, I am very very frightened by it. I was going to write about it, but then I read Rude Cactus’s post about it, and felt I could save myself time by pointing you there and saying, “yeah, me too!” Because I agree with everything he says. In fact, it’s almost like he took the thoughts RIGHT OUT OF MY BRAIN!! [hence the slight headache above my right eye.]

I used to think I should buy this shirt for Louise, now I think I want it for myself.

And now I must go to the most annoying meeting on my agenda. I will come back with something happier later.

Sometimes… I listen to this at work. When i need a pickme up.

I just signed up for Skype., which is free internet telephony.I told Fee she should do it too, and we could talk to each other over the computer. [we were, at the time, chatting to each other on the computer.] She pointed out that I don’t even like the phone. But this is not the phone, I said. This is the computer, this is technology. It’s sexy and fun and exciting!

Plus, I had to get my Skype ID before someone took Jodiferous. It’s not too likely, but it’s happened to me before and I don’t like it. There is only one. I added my Skype ID over there… see… in the side banner? Skype is also a chat client!

Click it! It gets bigger! You can make one too. But it does not recognize certain words. Like Jodiferous.