Start saving boxes for me, because I might be moving. The deal is this, I’ve offered to live in my old house, now owned solely by my step daddy, while he rents an apartment in the coastal town up north, which is the location of his new job. He was going to commute this year, while he finished up some work on the house, and then sell it and move up there next year. The commute is about 60-70 each way, I think it’s about a 150 miles per day. But he leases his car, and the amount of extra money he’d have to pay for mileage is ridiculous. So he mentioned to me that he was going to have to drive his older truck. But I had a better idea.
I told him that if he wanted to find an apartment or something up there, I would move into the house, but pay his rent on the apartment for the next year. He’d save money on gas and mileage, not to mention all that time he’d save. I’d get to move out of my stupid apartment, and into a house that I love. And he’d still have easy access to it for whatever it is he wants to do to it before he sells it. And storage rights. See? perfect. I didn’t think he’d take me up on it, he said he was going to think about it. But last week, he called me to ask me if i really wanted to do it, and I said, “hell yeah!” He’s going to be looking for places up north this week. I know I couldn’t count on it until it’s a done deal, but I am really excited and already planning how I am going to arrange the furniture. I love that house.
He wouldn’t have to even ask if I were serious, if he came home to my apartment every evening for a week. The other night I came home to a hallway smelling of green peppers [ I hate green peppers] and two safeway shopping carts. [Magically, these safeway shopping carts have mated, because when I left this morning, there were four of them. ] There was a new trike in the hallway, because that’s where the kid next door does the majority of his game playing. In the hallway. In my apartment, the air was hot and still, and faintly green peppery smelling.
The tricycle brings to mind a conversation with Mr. Moon. I was talking to him on the phone. And I mentioned that the kid next door was out on his big wheel, riding up and down the hallway while screaming. His reply?
“If he starts saying ‘redrum,’ get the hell out of there!!”
All work and no play make Jodi a dull… well, let’s face it… The chances of Jodi ever pulling off All Work are pretty remote.

Another Jodi did it. So now I am doing it. And you can do it too!
OCTOBER:
Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.

I was phenomenally stupid, on Saturday afternoon, and went to IKEA a mere five days after the new 2005 catalog arrived. Originally, I was thinking of buying a bookcase, and asked Evildeb if she would take me in her Subaru. Then I changed my mind, but she was already geared up to visit, so I decided to go along. Big mistake. Huge. The place was swamped. We had to park, I figure, about five football fields away from the store itself. I had half a mind to inform the fire dept. that they were violating codes that afternoon. Nonetheless, I took pictures of Sweet Pea, while we shopped. Click for larger images.
Looking angelic, probably at the beginning of the adventure.
She asked me to “take a picture of me doing this.” So I did.
Sweet Pea doing her impersonation of Auntie Jodi, towards the end of the torturous trip to IKEA.
EDIT: FYI, I spent nothing. Evildeb spent around a $150.

Since I sometimes run out of words, I thought I’d give you an image. That’s Yoshimi my little japanese girl piggy bank. she sits on my monitor here at work.
ummm… I bought a digital camera with some of my bonus. That’s why you are getting pictures.

Being a Gemini “makes you an unreliable, roguish sociopath with a light finger and the attention span of a hyperactive mayfly.” Your toothpaste is “picked up from unguarded retail displays – you didn’t pay for it, so why should you give a damn about how it’s squeezed.” You have four favorite sins, two for each twin, because you are the “dilettante of depravity,” Vanity, Lust [because it’s fun], Envy, and Greed.
Extra bonus for you, Liloo, your bitch factor. The gemini bitch factor is A++, you are the zodiac’s Bitch Queen.

Well, Romy, you are a Virgo, and this means “you are a peevish, hypercritical anal-retentive, with an obsession for sterile perfectionism and a pedantic fetish for detail.” You don’t have tubes of toothpaste, you have “3 x 365 individual pre-wrapped disposable toothbrushes, each loaded with the precise amount of toothpaste needed for one cleaning.” Your favorite sin is “Vanity, the lighter side of Pride. And you do something clever with Gluttony, reversing it to make a homely little nameless sin of sucking all the joy, taste, and mouth feel out of food.”
Nice!
Of course there is a ton more in the book. Each sign is a chapter.

Don’t piss Becky off!
“On the Darkside, this makes you a loud, overconfident, aggressive thug with way too many Y chromosomes and a will of titanium-clad granite.” As far as your toothpaste goes, “after a five minute rant in the bathroom, when you throw everything out the window looking for your tube of toothpaste, you finally find it in a laundry basket. You hammer it flat with your bare hands.” Your favorite sin is Wrath, or Anger, because you “get to do the shouting.” Although you might consider Greed as it “makes a useful indoor sin for the older arien whose form is slipping.”

My stepmother is going to start selling stun-guns. She asked me if I wanted one. What do you think I said? “Hell YEAH I want a stun gun! that would rule! i could go out and fight crime with it!” I then demonstrated to all my coworkers what would happen to them if they annoyed me, once I got my stun-gun. Bzzzzaaapppt!
I’ve been browsing through this book, Darkside Zodiac. Obviously, it’s about the darkside of your astrological sign. It’s very tongue in cheek. I am a Libra, and on the darkside this makes me “a vain, shallow, petulant spendthrift with an unerring eye for style over substance, and a lifelong dedication to the quest for an easy meal ticket.” Duh. My favorite deadly sin, If I am forced to chose, would be actually be three, Greed, Vanity, and Sloth. With sloth being my main motivator. YEAH!! And, if asked the question whether, as a Libra, I squeeze the toothpaste tube from the bottom, or middle, if i replace the cap, the answer is “you don’t have toothpaste in the tubes, since squeezing involves effort.” Brilliant!

Let’s not talk about the cleaning. No, wait, one little thing… after all that, no one showed up to inspect my apartment. NO ONE. I even stayed up all night, Sunday night, except a two hour period when I passed out in exhaustion on the not yet cleaned kitchen floor, from midnight to 2 am. Look, I was home yesterday, hiding in my not even cleaned up bedroom. NO ONE CAME. Bastards.
But that’s it with the cleaning. It’s time for only interesting and fun things to happen now. Except, they aren’t. I’m truly disturbed with the lack of weird in my life right now. My little brother may, or may not, come to visit me. The other day, his friends were hassled, in their home, by the FBI. Because they might be terrorists. Josh thinks it’s because they are active political protesters. I think it’s because they are vegan. I shouldn’t joke tho, it freaked them all out and it wasn’t cool. [seriously, tho, if they had been been all sitting around, eating real meat hot dogs, they FBI would have just looked at them and thought, “no way… so they protest… that’s their RIGHT as Americans! Look at these kids, they are eating hot dogs! Hey, I know… let’s see if they want to play a game of catch with us! I just love summertime! You kids have popsicles?”]
I, however, do not love summertime. It was recording breaking hot up here in Seattle. Freakishly hot. 95.. 96 degrees on Friday and Saturday. And, since my apartment did not cool down over Friday night, and it was actually hotter in my apartment than outside Saturday afternoon, I figure it got up to at least 100 in my home. That just sucks. Why can’t it be October?

I just found out my mom is a republican!!