<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:18:25.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The incredibly true adventures of no one special</title><subtitle type='html'>What am I describing? How can you describe something you know nothing about? Should I try to surmise what I am going to be blogging about? Well, I know I'll be mentioning my annoying friend, and the subject of shoes will probably come up once in a while. I like rootbeer.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-83309186</id><published>2002-10-21T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T11:44:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do we have here? Could it be? Two blogs in less than one week? I must be bored. I have a cold. I hardly ever get sick, but when I do it seems to hang on for a long time and be especially vicious. I can't sleep very well because I am all stuffed up and phlegmy, and so I have to try hard to keep my eyes open at all times while at work or I could be down for the count. Luckily my desk isn't big enough for me to curl up under ala George Costanza or I'm sure I'd be doing that on occasion. &lt;br /&gt;I had a good weekend despite my production of copious amounts of phelgm. I played Animal Crossing for Gamecube and it was really neat. I need to find some 10 year old kids to play it with because it's fun to visit other people's towns. I wish I knew more 10 year olds. Too bad I lost contact with the all kids I used to chat with at the video store. I wish I could get a job at a video store that paid 10/hr, but not a Blockbuster type place, just a little independant one like mine was. That sure was a fun job.&lt;br /&gt;I found out today that one of the people who works in my building who I always thought was a man is actually a woman. I walked into the ladies room and there he/she was. I don't think I masked my surprise very well. I wonder why some women don't realize they aren't supposed to have a mustache?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking about cake. Mmmmmm.................cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-83309186?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/83309186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/83309186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83309186' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-83025884</id><published>2002-10-15T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T11:57:56.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, well, well, what do we have here? It's been an insanely long time since I've posted anything here and I wonder if it's even worth my while as I can't imagine many people would keep checking after this long.But maybe some would, and I feel obligated to write something for those who have chosen not to give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;I find that I can't get anything done when I am working full time. When I get home from work I am sleepy and feel cruddy and all I want to do is get massaged and have grapes fed to me, even though I don't even like grapes all that much.&lt;br /&gt;On the weekends I do everything I neglected to do all week; like laundry, shopping, electrical repairs, pruning, patching the roof, etc. It's never ending, and then the cycle starts all over again on Monday and I hate being caught in vicious circle.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be glad when I'll only be working 3 days a week starting next month sometime. I don't even mind the difference in pay, I'll be so happy to wake up in the morning and not have to pick out something snappy to wear. It's hard choosing a unique yet appropriate outfit everyday. Luckily I have several closets of options.&lt;br /&gt;So other than working I haven't been doing much of note. I got a super cool armoire thing for my bedroom a few weeks ago and I've been decorating that and filling it with crap. It has over 21 cubic feet of storage space. That's alot. I highly recommend getting one, especially if you don't have alot of storage space. &lt;br /&gt;See how boring my life is lately? My most exciting topic of conversation is my armoire. That's sort of sad.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen much TV lately. I don't think there's much worth watching. I like Ed though and eagerly await the demise of Carol and Dennis' marriage. Gilmore Girls hasn't been as jazzy as I would like and Superboy doesn't seem like it is getting any better even though they promised it would. I don't think I've even seen any of the shows debuting this year except Push Nevada, which I thought was decent, but could tell it would be quickly cancelled. &lt;br /&gt;I like pie. It was Thanksgiving in Canada this weekend and I had some pie. It was Cherry and it was pierific. The turkey was not very turkeylicious, but the sidedishes and pie more than made up for it. I also like cake, but did not have any cake this weekend. Oh well, I guess there's always next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;The weather is turning quite chilly these days and I had to get out my warm sweater last week. Yay! I love my sweater. I hate when it gets too hot to wear the sweater. Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pie, I am quite hungry. What would be something good to have for dinner? Steak maybe? I don't think we have any steak. So maybe I will have leftover turkey. Booooo.&lt;br /&gt;I said Booooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-83025884?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/83025884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/83025884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83025884' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-79680252</id><published>2002-08-01T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-01T01:28:11.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So hot, can't move, too hot to move. As far as I've heard, it's not supposed to be this hot in Canada. &lt;br /&gt;I have the hiccups and they are making my chest hurt. I have been getting the hiccups alot lately. My diaphragm must not like the heat either.&lt;br /&gt;It's too hot to blog. I'm sorry, I promise I will write more tomorrow when it's not so hot. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-79680252?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/79680252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/79680252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79680252' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-79586863</id><published>2002-07-30T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T01:08:13.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I haven't blogged in several days because I've been too busy; ROLLERSKATING. Yes, they finally arrived, and I've been skating everyday, rain or shine. I skate around the basement whenever the urge strikes me, and I only crashed into the tower of boxes once. I need some padding before I go on any really long skate adventures, because the skates seem really sensitive to bumps, rocks, etc and tend to send me flying upon encountering these things. When I was skating at the park the other day a news crew was taping some footage of a baseball game and I am sure I would be in the background of much of the footage. So now I am taping the news on that channel everyday in case I show up. &lt;br /&gt;In other less important news, I have a new job that is starting sometime soon. I don't even know exactly what I will be doing, but it will be along the lines of reception type work, transferring calls, telling people where to go and lots of answering of questions from old people. The thing I like about old people is that you can tell them almost anything and they will believe it. Not that I would try to mislead old people in any way, it's just nice to know the option is there.&lt;br /&gt;I am probably going to be spending Saturday on my friend's sailboat. I think it will be a fun time. I haven't had any trips out to sea in a while and we might get to see some whales. The last time I saw a whale I was about 10 and my dad poked at it with an oar and I was appalled and wouldn't talk to him for the rest of the day. He was always doing stuff like that. No wonder I don't trust him.&lt;br /&gt;Ray is talking about Chinese Food and it is making me hungry. I haven't had Chinese in a long time. I think I need to get some tomorrow. CHINESE FOR LIFE. I will have to settle for english muffin mini pizzas for tonight I guess.&lt;br /&gt;So I just took a break to make myself a smoothie, and I had a horrible yogurt accident. I took the top off the yogurt container and I was fishing through the silverwear drawer for a spoon, when the precariously placed yogurt decided to tip itself over and empty itself into the drawer, completely covering all the silverwear in a thick coating of yogurtness. I should have taken a picture. It was a horrible mess to clean up, and now I think I will hate yogurt forever. GO TO HELL, DAMN DIRTY YOGURT!&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else have their TV on a turntable so they can turn it any angle they wish?&lt;br /&gt;The Rerun show looks horrible. I wonder who was the genius who came up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-79586863?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/79586863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/79586863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79586863' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-79331150</id><published>2002-07-23T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-23T21:00:06.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ray thinks I am "fixing" my blog. Is it even possible to do that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-79331150?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/79331150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/79331150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79331150' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-79248816</id><published>2002-07-22T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-22T01:28:37.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still no rollerskates, it's horribly depressing. Supposedly they were sent on Wednesday, so maybe they will get here in the next few days. If I don't get to rollerskate soon I fear I will hurt someone.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a pimple or a cut in the corner of your mouth, like exactly where your top and bottom lip come together? I have something there that hurts and it making me insane. Not that it takes much.&lt;br /&gt;I was looking up Scooby Doo things on ebay today and came across something disturbing. It's a Scooby and Shaggy toilet seat. It looks like someone took a regular wood toilet seat and painted Scooby on it. It that not an odd thing to do? Apparently they do all sorts of different toilet seat characters, including Precious Moments, I find it all a little bit creepy.&lt;br /&gt;I broke down and went to see the Scooby movie, it was about as horrible as I imagined. Scooby was not even the main character and had less screen time than everyone else. And the story was just weird and not well explained at all. I don't understand how it could be such a hit. But there's many things I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;So how is everyone lately? I never seem to be able to connect with anyone on IM, it's like some crazy phenomenon that everyone signs off or on seconds after I do the opposite. &lt;br /&gt;Is there a particular reason why old man have to pull their socks up to their knees when they wear shorts?&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that someone has a girlfriend! Hurray for Someone! I am so happy for someone. I knew that it would just take the right girl to discover that someone is probably as good as it gets and someone's girlfriend is a very lucky girl! Good for you, Steve, err Someone.&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean when both of your eyes won't stop burning?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard for me to start reading "The Classics"? I took a few "Classics" out of the library, but every time I open one up in an attempt to read it, I start doing something else, trivial things like rearranging my sock drawers(yes there are 2 of them) or writing reminders to myself to do everyday things(like rearranging my sock drawers). I think I am psychologically avoiding A Tale of Two Cities.&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry and the only thing to eat is a left over porkchop. Should I eat a leftover porkchop right before I go to bed? It would problay just come back to haunt me in my sleep, be it acid reflux or horrible dreams. I have horrible dreams just about every night anyway, so maybe I will eat it. It's decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-79248816?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/79248816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/79248816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79248816' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-79009719</id><published>2002-07-16T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-16T00:14:28.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I suck. The last 2 times I tried to post a blog, blogger was down and my blogs disappeared forever. When will I learn to save my blogs before trying to post them? You'd think that having it happen once would be enough of a rude-awakening. Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't got my rollerskates yet! I emailed the guy who was supposed to send them, because I was wondering what was taking so long and he hasn't sent them yet! Apparently he didn't "realize" he would have to fill out international forms and didn't have "time" to do it. I told him if he doesn't send them post-haste, I will be forced to give his address to the local Jehovah Witnesses. No offense to any JWs who might be reading this. Did you know that they don't stand for the National Anthem? I just find that creepy.&lt;br /&gt;I ate about 75% of a whole watermelon last week. I love watermelon, but it turns things pink if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;I hate when it is very hot. I bought a "pocket fan" to keep in my purse, and I was using it in the car today because my Dad refuses to use the Air Conditioning and of course my hair got horribly caught in it and it was stuck so bad that I couldn't get it free, and I had to walk through Walmart with the fan dangling from my head until I got to the scissor section. Luckily it was fairly near the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;Scissor is a funny word.&lt;br /&gt;It's so annoying when you have someone spending the night and they fall asleep early and you don't get to do very many fun things. If I ever sleep over at your house, I promise I will not fall asleep early and ruin all the fun. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone should watch HeatVision and Jack. Right now.&lt;br /&gt;Someone sent me some honey BBQ fritos and Boo Berry Cereal! In the mail! I love getting things in the mail. I love people who send me things. Do I love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-79009719?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/79009719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/79009719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79009719' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-78611894</id><published>2002-07-06T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-06T01:04:15.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WON SOME ROLLERSKATES! My lifelong(since I was about 20) dream to have rollerskates again is finally coming true. I won a pair of Skechers 4 Wheelers on ebay, and nothing can stop me now from becoming the roller disco diva that I was born to be. Nothing except the fact that there are no roller discos around here, but that's just a triviality, isn't it? Have you ever talked to someone you didn't know very well on the phone and it was really awkward, but then by the end of the conversation you felt like old friends? Why do I feel so extra sleepy? I can't stop yawning. Our dog had some kind of seizure today while she was at the cottage with my dad. They were out in a canoe, and she almost fell over the side when it happened. My Dad saved her and then had to carry her a few miles to where the car was and she is a heavy dog, probably about 100lbs. He was pretty freaked out because he loves the dog more than he's ever loved anybody. He had to pay $200 to get blood tests for her and couldn't stop talking about how ridiculously expensive it was, but then kept saying "but she's worth it, aren't you girl?" to the dog. I can't believe it is July already. Times goes by in a fuzzy blur when I am not working. The monotony of a job is almost worth it when it makes time seem to not go by so incredibly quickly. Remember when you were a kid and everything seemed to take so long, and the school seemed to go on forever? I miss that in a way. I tried to dye some of my clothes tonight and it didn't go very well. I had 2 shirts that were white that I wanted to dye black, but of course they turned out an odd shade of gray. I followed all the directions and kept them in extra long, but they just wouldn't stop being gray. I guess I will wear them around the house and stuff. Have I ever told you about how I have to wear "house clothes" around the house? Like I have certain clothes that are only for around the house and others that are only for wearing out somewhere and never the two shall meet. As soon as I get home from being somewhere I have to change into my house-only clothes. I am rather obessive about it, and I don't know why. Sometimes I will be wearing my house clothes and need to make a quick trip out somewhere like to return a movie or pick up some milk and I have to change into my other clothes. I am insane? This might be too much information for some of my faithful readers, but I also have daytime and nighttime underwears. That's not that weird, is it? I just noticed that blogger has bold, italic and link icons. All those times I wanted to link to things and it was right in front of my face. Why don't I notice these things? I have a problem with not noticing the obvious, but noticing all the non-obvious things you could imagine. I don't like jams and jellies very much. I tidied up my room tonight and found a sock that I thought was gone forever. It's so cool when that happens. Does anyone else ever crave water? I really need an interactive blog. Someone get me one please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-78611894?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/78611894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/78611894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78611894' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-78611865</id><published>2002-07-06T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-06T01:01:45.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WON SOME ROLLERSKATES! My lifelong(since I was about 20) dream to have rollerskates again is finally coming true. I won a pair of Skechers 4 Wheelers on ebay, and nothing can stop me now from becoming the roller disco diva that I was born to be. Nothing except the fact that there are no roller discos around here, but that's just a triviality, isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever talked to someone you didn't know very well on the phone and it was really awkward, but then by the end of the conversation you felt like old friends? &lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel so extra sleepy? I can't stop yawning.&lt;br /&gt;Our dog had some kind of seizure today while she was at the cottage with my dad. They were out in a canoe, and she almost fell over the side when it happened. My Dad saved her and then had to carry her a few miles to where the car was and she is a heavy dog, probably about 100lbs. He was pretty freaked out because he loves the dog more than he's ever loved anybody. He had to pay $200 to get blood tests for her and couldn't stop talking about how ridiculously expensive it was, but then kept saying "but she's worth it, aren't you girl?" to the dog.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it is July already. Times goes by in a fuzzy blur when I am not working. The monotony of a job is almost worth it when it makes time seem to not go by so incredibly quickly. Remember when you were a kid and everything seemed to take so long, and the school seemed to go on forever? I miss that in a way.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to dye some of my clothes tonight and it didn't go very well. I had 2 shirts that were white that I wanted to dye black, but of course they turned out an odd shade of gray. I followed all the directions and kept them in extra long, but they just wouldn't stop being gray. I guess I will wear them around the house and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever told you about how I have to wear "house clothes" around the house? Like I have certain clothes that are only for around the house and others that are only for wearing out somewhere and never the two shall meet. As soon as I get home from being somewhere I have to change into my house-only clothes. I am rather obessive about it, and I don't know why. Sometimes I will be wearing my house clothes and need to make a quick trip out somewhere like to return a movie or pick up some milk and I have to change into my other clothes. I am insane? This might be too much information for some of my faithful readers, but I also have daytime and nighttime underwears. That's not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; weird, is it?&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed that blogger has bold, italic and link icons. All those times I wanted to link to things and it was right in front of my face. Why don't I notice these things? I have a problem with not noticing the obvious, but noticing all the non-obvious things you could imagine.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like jams and jellies very much. &lt;br /&gt;I tidied up my room tonight and found a sock that I thought was gone forever. It's so cool when that happens. &lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else ever crave water?&lt;br /&gt;I really need an interactive blog. Someone get me one please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-78611865?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/78611865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/78611865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78611865' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-78487005</id><published>2002-07-02T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-02T18:22:00.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So....I wrote a huge entry in my blog Sunday night and by the time I was finished it and tried to post it, blogger was down for maintenance, and when I submitted it I got a big "B" on my screen and the blog was nowhere to be found. I was so horrified by the turn of events that I couldn't bring myself to retype everything and try again. I always fail in the face of adversity.&lt;br /&gt;So in the ill-fated Sunday night blog I was talking about the new mini-van we got. My mother was thinking she wanted to get a moni-van, but didn't seem all that serious about it, but she went to look at some on Saturday and by the time I woke up, we were the proud owners of a new Silvery mini-van. I love driving it, it's so fun to be up high. I feel like a pilot or a wizard or something. The only very bad thing about this new accquistion is that my mother doesn't want me to take it to Boston because it will put too many miles on it. So that means I have to find an alternate mode of transportation if I want to go see Mr Show. It would cost way too much to rent a car, so I am going to have to see if I can convince one of my friends with a car that it's a good idea. It's too bad none of my friends enjoy Mr Show anywhere near as much as I do. They are all fools.&lt;br /&gt;We are having a heat wave in Canada, believe it or not. I desperately wanted to get out my inflatable pool today, but my mother said I couldn't because it looks too foolish. I told her that no one cares what my pool looks like except her, and wouldn't it be nice to relax in a refreshing pool with a glass of iced tea and she agreed, but still denied me. I can't wait until I have my own house, I am going to get one of those big above ground pools and if she ever wanted to swim in it I would not let her. &lt;br /&gt;So I've been helping my annoying friend get ready to move. Every time I come over to help, she always feels sick or has some sort of "injury" and I end up doing all the work. This has happened like 5 times in a row. I decided that next time I am going to say that I have something wrong with me and can't do very much, and see what happens. If it wasn't for me, she would have virtually nothing packed. I am too nice to people sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Jen's cousin's new baby is the cutest new baby I ever saw. She is so tiny, but very cute and not all smooshed looking like newborns often are. She should be very proud of herself.&lt;br /&gt;I almost won a pair of rollerskates on ebay the other day, but then I didn't, I hate that. Someone out there really does not want me to own rollerskates. It's so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;I saw an ad in the paper for a company that is looking for people to tutor kids over the summer. I thought I might apply, but then I was thinking that if I were a kid being tutored during the summer, I would resent whoever was tutoring me, because I would much rather be outside playing. So now I don't know if I want to do it or not. I think maybe I will apply and if they choose me, then I will decide.&lt;br /&gt;I love to fly kites.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Canada Day, I celebrated by ordering a pizza with Canadian Bacon on it, or as we call it in Canada; bacon.&lt;br /&gt;Is there a big list of blogs somewhere that you can get your blog listed on?&lt;br /&gt;I looked at this relatively new site that offers weblog commenting, but I couldn't make heads nor tails of it (imagine that), it sounds like it would be cool to use if it was figureoutable.&lt;br /&gt;The cost of my high speed internet is going up. I would like to go back to low speed internet, because it's so much cheaper, but I don't think I can stand to live the low-speed life again.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all the rambling I will do for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-78487005?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/78487005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/78487005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78487005' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-78165468</id><published>2002-06-24T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T22:20:21.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blogabilities are horrid. I wish there was some kind of prize or incentive in general that would make me remember to blog more often. &lt;br /&gt;I heart soccer players. &lt;br /&gt;So they just started selling Jelly Belly beans in Canada. I can't believe it is possible to incorporate so much goodness into such small little beans. &lt;br /&gt;I cleaned up the basement tonight and found my microphone that I have been looking for since 1999. Now I can do Karaoke again. Yay?&lt;br /&gt;I also found a plastic bag full of videotapes that I forgot I had. I wonder how long it will take me to actually check and see what is on them. I have decided that I have to stop taping things, I don't want to be living alone in a house full of videotapes when I am 95.&lt;br /&gt;I am dying to go swimming, but all the water around here is still frigid.(cold, that is, not prudish)&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or does every Will Smith song sound exactly the same? With the exception of his first stuff, the only Will Smith music worth it's salt.&lt;br /&gt;I was just wiping some dust off my keyboard and I hit the F3 key by mistake and the file find window came up. I had no idea you could just press F3 and have that come up. What else don't I know? What do the other F keys do? I have a feeling I could be saving myself a lot of time if I was more well informed.&lt;br /&gt;Last week I started doing the "everday workout", guess how many days I did it? One! I am terrible at the everyday workout. One part of it involved doing these crazy leg lifts and I could only do it like twice in a row and the instructor did it for like 5 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;I am much better at eating ice cream than doing the Everyday Workout.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go a road trip across the US and watch every show in the Mr Show "Hooray for America" tour. Does anyone want to come with me?&lt;br /&gt;I think I want to put together a show that is singing and dancing life size puppets, kind of like a boy band, but it would be puppets instead.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all for now, hopefully I will return before another week goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-78165468?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/78165468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/78165468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78165468' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-77926784</id><published>2002-06-19T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-19T01:18:48.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cupid.thespark.com/track.mpl?id=441"&gt;&lt;img &lt;br /&gt;src="http://test3.thespark.com/childtest/award/mpsd.gif" &lt;br /&gt;border=1&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;There is something wrong with my innerchild!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-77926784?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/77926784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/77926784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77926784' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-77838733</id><published>2002-06-17T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-17T01:35:59.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am the worst blogger ever! I knew if I decided to skip or day or two, I would inevitably end up forgetting that my blog exists. &lt;br /&gt;This past week I kept having dreams that there was something I was forgetting, I was searching all over my house for what it might be, but could never find anything. I suppose if my blog was anything tangible it would end up in the wasteland under my bed along with half of everything I own.&lt;br /&gt;If I did perchance garner a new reader or two from my free publicity ala Tavie, I'm sure they've given up on me in a fit of disgust at my inability to keep up with my nothingness. I'm sorry whoever you are! I know I need a kick in the pants.&lt;br /&gt;What makes it even worse is that I had actual stuff to talk about. Of course I have forgotten it all by now, but maybe if I think really hard I will remember a thing or two.&lt;br /&gt;The Scooby Doo movie came out this weekend, and the toys are everywhere. They are taunting me, whispering things like "you must have me" and "buy me, Jodi, buy me, pleaseeee." I went to the drugstore today and even they had a display of Scoobyness. I succumbed in a moment of weakness and bought a set of movable action figures that came in a Mystery Machine carrying case. I don't know if I am going to go see the movie or not. I am afraid it will be too disappointing to see Scooby Doo hacked to nothing more than modern day cliche. "Let's get Jinky with it?" I say; "Let's leave the Will Smith references at home".&lt;br /&gt;We went to visit my grandmother today and I went to visit the cows who live in our field. They are not our cows, so I don't know why they are living in our field, but I still like to feed them some scraps. It reminded me of something that happened to me many years ago. Would you like to hear about? When I was about 7or 8, we snuck &lt;br /&gt;into the cow area to feed them scraps of food and one started &lt;br /&gt;chasing me when all the food was gone. I ran away holding a &lt;br /&gt;plastic bag behind me and the cow chased me really fast. I didn't &lt;br /&gt;know a cow could run that fast. I was scared for my life, and when I &lt;br /&gt;got to the fence I just scrambled over it like a maniac and ended up &lt;br /&gt;hanging by my feet. Then I fell on my head and broke my collar &lt;br /&gt;bone. Of course this was during the summer, so I had to wear a &lt;br /&gt;ridiculous sling all summer and I couldn't go swimming or do other &lt;br /&gt;things and I cried every time my sister would go to the community &lt;br /&gt;pool. My mom said I could go to the pool too, but only sit on the &lt;br /&gt;side and put my feet in. This made me cry even worse. I was a big crybaby that summer.&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking I might try to get a job at the popcorn store for the summer. It would be so cool to have all the free popcorn that I want. I love the popcorn store popcorn, but it's too expensive to buy very often. I never understood why they have to charge so much. Popcorn itself is dirt cheap and I'm sure the seasonings aren't a million dollars or anything. The overhead seems fairly small as well. Maybe if I get a job there I will try to convince them to lower their prices, or at least offer some discounts for people. &lt;br /&gt;I won the Mario Party 2 video game on ebay last week. I jumped up and down when I won because someone tried to outbid me at the last second and I was so uber thrilled that I ended up winning. I had to do the thing I hate and put in a maximum bid amount because I knew the bidding would be tricky. I put it at $22, which I thought was extra sneaky of me, because probably many people would only want to go as high as $20 and when they realized someone waas bidding higher, they would just give up. I think that is what happened because the bidding ended up at like $19.93. I am hoping I don't get ebay fever again. &lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's going to round out my bloggin's for today. I will return tomorrow, by hook or by crook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-77838733?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/77838733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/77838733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77838733' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-77456365</id><published>2002-06-07T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-02T21:23:22.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! &lt;h ref="tavie.com"&gt;Tavie&lt;/a&gt; linked me!! Does that mean that I am now someone special and should change the name of my blog? Or am I jumping the gun a little bit? I have &lt;h ref="atlantasteve.blogspot.com"&gt;Steve&lt;/a&gt; to thank for the hook-up. Now I just need to figure out how to set up this page so that I can make a link list to others and reciprocate the kind gestures. &lt;br /&gt;My fingers seem to be feeling somewhat better today and it isn't complete agony to type. They are still a lovely shade of pale blue, but it's actually a complimentary color against the stark whiteness of the rest of my hand. I used to turn a nice golden color when I was a kid, but now I am so bright white that I can't wear shorts all summer for fear of blinding the elderly. It's really quite tragic. I have used some of that tanning lotion to try to turn myself a little darker white, but it just makes me look dirty, as I believe I may have mentioned before. But maybe looking dirty would be better then being so shiny? &lt;br /&gt;I got some awesome sneakers and they were only $13.99! I bought three pairs, in black, taupe and navy. They were only 13.99! And they fit me! Now if I can just find the perfect pair of dress sandals my shoe collection will be complete. For the summer.&lt;br /&gt;I went to see the new Star Wars movie tonight. It was good, but I just can't seem to recapture the feeling that Star Wars gave me as a child. I seem to have that problem with many things I enjoyed as a youngster. With the exception of ice cream. My enjoyment of ice cream continues to increase as I get older.&lt;br /&gt;I smell gravy. Is it indicative of anything to smell gravy at 6 am when there is obviously no gravy to be found?&lt;br /&gt;I have gathered up enough wal-mart  merchandise to return so that I will be able to afford to get the Mr Show DVD next week. I hope walmart will be carrying it, otherwise I will probably end up wasting the return money on Scooby Doo merchandise.&lt;br /&gt;The gravy smell is getting stronger. What's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;I tried to light the barbeque today for the first time this season and it wouldn't light right away. When I finally got it to light there was one of those little fireball type things that you always see on TV. Luckily I was anticipating it and was far enough away to not get singed. The window ledge was not so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;My internet connection keeps going down. I am going to upload this now so that it is not lost forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-77456365?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/77456365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/77456365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77456365' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-77167145</id><published>2002-05-30T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T19:52:08.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I couldn't blog for the past 2 days because of a horrible injury. My mom and I were pulling into the driveway, I had my elbow resting on the window ledge, with my hand fiddling through the inch or so of space of the window opening, when all of a sudden the window goes up and I feel an excruiating pain accompanied by a rather unpleasant crunching noise. My mother had pressed the button to put up all the windows in the car, not realizing my hand was where it was. My speedy reflexes prevented my fingers from being crushed and broken, but they sure were smushed and bruised and odd-looking. I refused to go to the hospital, of course, deciding that icing them up would be just as good, which I'm sure it was. They are blue and purple now, and look kind of neat. I haven't been in the car since, I wonder if it will be too traumatic for me to put my hand out the window again? I hope not, because it's like a thing that I always do.&lt;br /&gt;While I was convalescing I ate lots of ice cream cones, I always think that ice cream can cure whatever ails you. Unless of course what ails you is an allergy to ice cream. It's good for the soul I think, if not for the body. &lt;br /&gt;I also watched some episodes of Trading Spaces from the marathon that was on Monday. I love, love, love everything that Frank does. I would pay 1,000,000 dollars(if I had it) for him to come over and do every room in my house.&lt;br /&gt;I want the Goonies DVD.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that tomorrow if is the last day of May. I have been free from obligation for almost 2 months, yet I have accomplished little. Also, I never did get around to doing something good every single day. It's so wrong that I can't even stick to goodness doing.&lt;br /&gt;People put some yucky things on whatsbetter.com. I don't want to look at poo. Please people, no more poo.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to fix up my blog. How do I do that? How?&lt;br /&gt;I am so jealous of people who can draw or paint. I can cook, but how does that help me? By giving me chunky thighs? That's help I can do without.&lt;br /&gt;Where do all these wisdom teeth keep coming from?&lt;br /&gt;There's too many spiders in my space. At least there's no bees. &lt;br /&gt;I wish there was a really good CD trading website so I could send someone all my crappy CDs and get their crappy CDs in return.&lt;br /&gt;How come sometimes I get an exact percentage of agreements/disagreements on whatsbetter and sometimes it's just "in general"?&lt;br /&gt;Is being smart better then being funny?&lt;br /&gt;I hate clogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-77167145?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/77167145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/77167145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77167145' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-77056350</id><published>2002-05-28T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-28T01:28:46.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I was looking for something in the basement and I came across a box with a bunch of my old junk in it and you'll never believe what I found...my Bart Simpson piggy bank, circa 1990 and................MY SUPERBALL COLLECTION. It was one of my crowning achievments as a child. I had about 100 of them at one point, but now there are only 30 or so, I just kept my favorites. Some of them have teeth marks in them, which is odd.&lt;br /&gt;I have stolen my sister's guitar and am determined to learn how to play by the end of the week. I need to find a site that will actually teach me instead of just trying to sell a book that will teach me.&lt;br /&gt;I have Rodeo Ranch popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my parents had lobster and I asked my mom to get me something at Wendy's and she said no. I had to eat beans from a can.&lt;br /&gt;I keep meaning to read random people's blogs, but I never get around to it.&lt;br /&gt;How do people find out about new music artists if they don't listen to the radio or watch TV or use the internet? Just by seeing new CDs at the store? &lt;br /&gt;I need to find a new peer2peer program so I can start downloading MP3s again. &lt;br /&gt;I wish we had the Outback Steakhouse here.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see Bowling for Columbine.&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to send email to Bob and David about postponing any touring plans until next year, but I keep getting an error message every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-77056350?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/77056350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/77056350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77056350' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-77007175</id><published>2002-05-26T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-26T19:02:14.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Curses to Noneviljen for addicting me to whatsbetter.com. I uploaded several images, including one of our dog and she is doing really well. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I went to the Open Mike Night last night and just as I thought, I was too chicken to do my song. The other people were so good that it completely killed all my confidence. If they had sucked, even just one person, I might have convinced myself to give it a try. Oh well, I guess there's always next week....and the week after that....&lt;br /&gt;I have Bug's Life character cookies that I got for $1 at the Dollarama. They taste like some other kind of cookies, but I can't remember which ones. I bought them because the box was so cool looking.&lt;br /&gt;I need a spiffier looking blog. Maybe someone nice will offer to design one for me.&lt;br /&gt;My glass of water is way on the other side of the room and I am dying of thirst, but too lazy to go get my water.&lt;br /&gt;We haven't got groceries in about a month, I asked my Mom if we can go tomorrow and she said no because she is going somewhere to eat lobster, must be nice. She'll be eating Lobster and I will be eating ketchup soup.&lt;br /&gt;What are some funny things that I can submit to whatsbetter?&lt;br /&gt;Why do my hands feel sticky out of the blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-77007175?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/77007175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/77007175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77007175' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-76877033</id><published>2002-05-23T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-23T02:51:18.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was searching the web for my old email address and found a guestbook that I signed the very first week I was using the internet. I practically begged the webmaster to send me email because I thought it was so cool to get email. I don't think they ever sent me any.&lt;br /&gt;Well the carpet shopping went as annoyingly as I figured it would. My friend couldn't decide what colors or styles she liked or if she wanted simulated wood flooring instead. 'Luckily' she has many months to decide. She almost got in three car accidents on the way to the store and tried to make all sorts of excuses for her crappy driving like the sun was in her eyes, she doesn't know the area very well and other stupid things like that. Then she got mad at me when I told her to just watch out more carefully. &lt;br /&gt;Tripod's pop-up ads are so annoying. Why can't they just put an ad right on the page like geocities does? At least then people couldn't get away without seeing it so easily.&lt;br /&gt;I have $17 in my Mr Show tour fund, but I think I might have to use it to pay on my Sears bill.&lt;br /&gt;When I try to listen to music while I am typing I lose my train of thought.&lt;br /&gt;When I try to watch TV while I am typing I lose my train of thought.&lt;br /&gt;When I am tired I lose my train of thought.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny to find posts in newsgroups that you wrote 4 years ago and have no memory of writing.&lt;br /&gt;I hope Run, Ronnie Run makes it to theaters. I found a post I wrote about it from 1998 and I said then that I couldn't wait for it, well now I really really can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to a really old Fresh Prince song, it's from around 1990 and it's so much better than anything Will Smith has done since then.&lt;br /&gt;I need to put my videotapes in some semblance of order but it's a such a daunting task that I can't seem to make the effort.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a carton of ice cream and I don't like the flavor. I think that's the first time that has happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try to do something good every day, like do some areobics or visit an old person or something along those lines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-76877033?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/76877033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/76877033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76877033' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-76834095</id><published>2002-05-22T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T02:05:37.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The transcribing is almost done and it only took me about 6 hours, yay me!&lt;br /&gt;Gilmore Girls is back on tonight, hurray!&lt;br /&gt;I got out my summer clothes today and realized most of them are years old. I need some new clothes, but alas I cannot afford them right now.&lt;br /&gt;I put on some tanning lotion and now I look like I am very dirty, especially around the knees and elbows.&lt;br /&gt;I love stuffing.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to help my friend pick out carpet tonight. She will not need it until October, yet she wants to look now. Does that make sense to anyone?&lt;br /&gt;I found the results of my Canadian SAT type standardized testing and I was in the 99 percentile for editing and proof reading. Maybe I should be an editor as a career? Can you get a job as an editor without a degree?&lt;br /&gt;I hate shaving my legs. I think I will just let them grow. I have a recurring nightmare about being in public with unshaved legs, isn't that hilarious? &lt;br /&gt;My most common recurring dream is about being in some sort of danger or lost or something and I am trying to call home, but every phone I can find either won't work or the 4 button is not there and I have three fours in my number. I also have this sort of funny recurring dream that happens whenever I have to pee while I am asleep. I am looking all over for a bathroom and when I find one I can't use it because there's no doors on the stall or there's a bunch of people in it or all the stalls are taken or out of order and it's just horrible. I have this dream at least once a week but usually more. I also often dream about losing my shoes, all of a sudden I'll be barefoot and I go back to where I was and look for my shoes but can't find them. It's very upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;I am eating a super nib.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I have blogged almost every day for a week. I figured I would do it twice and never do it again. Maybe I am turning over a new leaf and will finally start sticking to things. Maybe my room could stay clean for more then 2 days? But probably not.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's funny when people spell check emails. It's not like it's something you're turning in for credit.&lt;br /&gt;Will anyone ever actually read this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-76834095?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/76834095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/76834095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76834095' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-76786254</id><published>2002-05-20T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T21:33:42.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Horror of horrors, my sister is subletting her apartment starting next month and moving back here. I just got rid of her!! and now this.&lt;br /&gt;Letterman is talking to Mr Outhouse on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have convinced my parents to build a new deck. Now I can have more picnics and put my pool up.&lt;br /&gt;When will war movies stop being the flavor of the day?&lt;br /&gt;How come I can't figure out how to leave a voice message in &lt;a href=http://noneviljen.tripod.com&gt;noneviljen's&lt;/a&gt; guestbook?&lt;br /&gt;I found these little bottles that were labelled for collecting stool samples in the guest room. I have no idea where they came from.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make homemade pizza.&lt;br /&gt;I am transcribing an interview for my sister, so far it has taken me 2 hours and I am maybe 1/7th done. That means it could conceivably take me 14 hours. Boooooooo to that.&lt;br /&gt;There's a movie called Can't Stop Dancing, that I am dying to see, but can't find anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;New shoes hurt my feet.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could sew. I would make all kinds of cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I dreamt that I my mom and I were driving on a bridge and  we ended up going over the side, and I saved us.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it taking so long for the new Harry Potter book to come out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-76786254?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/76786254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/76786254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76786254' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-76742462</id><published>2002-05-19T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-19T19:42:06.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My web browser just crashed and I lost my bloggings.&lt;br /&gt;I want a gumball machine, only I will put something other than gum in it.&lt;br /&gt;I had ribs for supper tonight, mmmmmmmm.....................ribs.&lt;br /&gt;Will the season finale of The Simpsons be crappy?&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing Scooby Doo leg warmers on my arms because I was cold.&lt;br /&gt;My f'in sister taped over one of my old tapes with important things on it.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared about the onslaught of Scooby Doo merchandise that will be coming out when the movie opens. I will want it all.&lt;br /&gt;Where does electricity come from?&lt;br /&gt;I wish all appliances that run on batteries also had AC adapters.&lt;br /&gt;I kind of want a pair of capri pants, but I know they are not my style.&lt;br /&gt;Why do people like to watch movies with explosions? In real life they hate explosions.&lt;br /&gt;If you found your dream shoes would you pay an outrageous price for them?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I asking these questions to?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody even reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-76742462?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/76742462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/76742462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76742462' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-76711554</id><published>2002-05-18T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-18T20:39:21.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went over to my friend's place tonight and we watched 4 hours of Trading Spaces. &lt;br /&gt;I wish Interior Design was a more marketable skill.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing tastes better than homemade bread.&lt;br /&gt;My room cannot stay officially clean for more than 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;While I was cleaning out the catbox my cat pooed on the floor where the catbox usually is, I think she did it just to bug me.&lt;br /&gt;Silence really is golden.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a shoe designer. I am going to start building shoes out of lego.&lt;br /&gt;I want Lego Yoda, but he costs alot.&lt;br /&gt;I might sing at an open mike night next week if I'm not too chicken.&lt;br /&gt;Where does electricity come from?&lt;br /&gt;Why has it rained the last 10 Saturdays?&lt;br /&gt;I am craving something chocolatety.&lt;br /&gt;Snackin' Action Scooby Doo is not that great of a game.&lt;br /&gt;The X-Files season finale is tomorrow. I hope it is good.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a bear suit.&lt;br /&gt;What is the best flavor of ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;There was no Wal-Mart circular in the paper today and I was disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;My parents went to see About a Boy and were mad that I didn't want to go with them.&lt;br /&gt;I want to take a creative writing class.&lt;br /&gt;I have a new scar on my knuckle and have no idea where it came from.&lt;br /&gt;Am I the most boring blogger ever?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-76711554?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/76711554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/76711554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76711554' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-76651315</id><published>2002-05-17T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-17T01:21:25.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does every dog truly have it's day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-76651315?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/76651315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/76651315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76651315' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-76645549</id><published>2002-05-16T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-16T21:19:39.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I heart Biff Henderson.&lt;br /&gt;It was hot in my house today.&lt;br /&gt;My back is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Griffin is ugly.&lt;br /&gt;I always put too much ketchup on my plate and end up not using it.&lt;br /&gt;Dogs don't like ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;I might be getting a Scooby Doo phone.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had rollerskates.&lt;br /&gt;None of my real life friends like Mr Show and will go splits with me on the DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;McPhilly Cheesesteaks make me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-76645549?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/76645549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/76645549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76645549' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513689.post-76612343</id><published>2002-05-16T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-16T01:42:27.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am not eating a hot fudge sundae.&lt;br /&gt;The season finale of Ed made me cry, but it was the good kind of crying.&lt;br /&gt;I found my Swiss army knife that had been missing for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;Who decided what the primary colors would be?&lt;br /&gt;Where did I put my potato fixin's?&lt;br /&gt;I got this neat thing that is a 4 in one mini vacuum/fan/flashlight/massager, it is neat.&lt;br /&gt;I got cinnamon foot balm.&lt;br /&gt;The letter "N" is completely worn off my keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't filed my taxes yet.&lt;br /&gt;I need a new trash can for my room.&lt;br /&gt;What book should I read next?&lt;br /&gt;I like the library alot, yet I never go.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I like drinking out of big cups so much?&lt;br /&gt;The dog keeps eating all the cat's food and no one refills their dishes except me.&lt;br /&gt;What do other people write in their blogs?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513689-76612343?l=hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/76612343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513689/posts/default/76612343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurrayforjodi.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76612343' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175995694828030174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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