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Shoe Friday #13

Katie's Shoes. I really, really, want these shoes.





This is the last Shoe Friday of this incarnation of Jodifur. Because tonight we migrate. Jodifur will be down all weekend but should be up on Monday with the new address. See ya on the flip side.

In Which I Ask A Favor Of The Internets

Around 3:00 pm today can you send some "Jodi, don't be an idiot" vibes into the universe? I have a job interview today for a job I would really, really like to get and hey, every little bit helps right? Now I just have to get through almost an entire day at work without vomiting or chewing my arm off in anticipation.

Here's hoping I don't trip, or say something really stupid.

And can you also hope the interviewer doesn't actually look at my hands? Because I really wanted to get a manicure yesterday and Michael's stupid preschool had a power outage and his school was closed and there went my manicure time. So my nails look like crap. And I had planned to work from home since I'm leaving early today but could not virtually log into my system all day. Yesterday equals fail across the board. Please let today be better.

And just for kicks, leave me a great interview tip or an interview horror story in the comments. Something to propel me through what is going to be a very, very long day.

And to quote A Chorus Line, "G-d, I hope I get it. I hope I get it."

Oh Right, The Dinosaur

My lovely friend Mary emailed me yesterday and said, "hey, what happened with the dinosaur" and I was like, oh yeah, right. Maybe after I bitch, and bitch, about something I should close the loop. Maybe finish stories on this blog for once.

So, yes, we got the dinosaur, more than a week after it was promised and hey, after a week, it still works. Hooray for a $200 toy! (And before ONE MORE PERSON emails me about buying a $200 toy I did not buy it. My parents did. Toys like that are made for grandparents.) Except Fisher Price has done nothing to correct the problem. Still waiting for a credit, or two credits, as was promised. And, even though I told them to take their $50 voucher and shove it, I was still a little surprised they didn't send something. A free toy, anything.

My new hatred is Sirius satellite radio. Which I have been trying to cancel for a week and who just can't seem to get around to canceling the service and issuing a credit. But has a lot of time to send me emails to come back. Like one every hour.

I am totally adding a new random ranting about customer service category when I move to the new blog. Because why is customer service so awful?

I'm Making Public New Years Resolutions

Last year was the first year I actually kept a New Years Resolution in recent history. I always resolved to lose weight, and last year I said no, get more original. Inspired by What Not To Wear, I resolved to accessorize, which was really like resolving to shop, which was easy to keep. Before I wore the same jewelry everyday. Now, I have so many accessories I need an accessory holder.

I also resolved to go green, which we have. We recycle which we never did before. I carry reusable grocery bags, use cloth napkin instead of paper, and dish towels instead of paper towels, and have switched to green cleaning products.

And instead of losing weight, I resolved to get healthier. We gave up soda, Doug the real, thing, me Diet. We cut out processed foods and high fructose corn syrup and white flour. But I refuse to give up alcohol. A girl has to have one vice left.

So, this year, I'm resolving to work out more. I used to be a gym rat. And then Michael started school, and his schedule became a little less flexible. And I got sick. And the gym fell away. I still went, but instead of 4-5 times a week it became 2-3 times a week. And it's just not enough. The weight crept up, and yesterday I saw a number on the scale I haven't seen in years.

The wino recently twittered, does anybody really like working out? And I immediately said "yes, I like working out." But that wasn't entirely true. I like the way working out makes me feel. When I don't work out I get bitchy and antsy and uptight. Working out is my therapy, it's my me time. And also, I am not a naturally thin person. I'm not even a thin person. I have to work out. I hate being fat. So, it's not that I like working out. I hate what not working out does to me.

I watched Oprah yesterday and I don't watch Oprah very often. But she talked about letting her thyroid condition win. About letting her thyroid condition be the excuse for weight gain. And I get that. Because I was told Lupus caused weight loss and my medicine would keep my appetite in check. So ha, a license to eat whatever I want. And guess what, even Jodi with Lupus has a terrible metabolism. So fine. I need to exercise and eat right, even with Lupus. And all these doctors appointments have made getting to the gym even harder.

I resolve to wake up early on the mornings I can't get to the gym and work out. I resolve to take up running. I resolve to do one of the million exercise DVDs I have, or use the elliptical in the basement. I resolve to stop complaining about my weight and do something about it. And if I finally! get to my goal weight by my birthday in May I'm buying myself a Wii fit. I haven't told Doug yet (Hi Doug, how are you?)

I woke up at 6am this morning and did the 30 day Shred. It was almost a 30 day fail! Michael also woke up at 6 am, which he never does. Doug set him up in our room with tv, before he left for work while I worked out downstairs. He come down a couple of times. "Mommy, what are YOU DOING?" "Exercising." "Like at the gym?" Like at the gym." "Oh," and he padded back upstairs. Hopefully, tomorrow he sleeps in.

I hate resolutions.