Author: JodiLea

I don't pretend to be who/what I'm not. I will be honest here unless I publish under the category "This could be news," which is 99% fiction and a wee bit sarcastic. ;-) I want readers who come here to have as much fun as I do. Not all subjects can be fun, but most can be funny if I do my job right ;-) My inner child is reflected in my logo and will change at a moment's notice.

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~ JodiLea

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If you know me at all, you are laughing right now. I am the clumsiest, can’t walk a straight line sober, accident waiting to happen. I don’t know if my equilibrium is wonky or I am not affected by gravity the same way most people are.

People who are clumsy, are never clumsy to the degree that I am. That kind of sounds like I’m boasting, but I assure you I’m not. For years I believed the reason I tripped over my own feet was because my best friend in high-school would trip me when we walked together. Looking back, I think she did this to make me look stupid in front of guys I liked. Looking back, I have no clue why she was my ‘friend’.

I graduated high school and worked for a year to save money to go to college with my BFF. No one tripped me, or tied my shoelaces together, and yet – I seemed just as clumsy as ever. I did not have to be on my feet either. I could just as easily drop something, then lose my balance and fall off my chair trying to retrieve it.

I am not able to stand still. My balance is so odd, that I have to move my feet and change positions while I stand – or – I will fall over. This is very embarrassing when I’m waiting in line at the DMV. You should have seen me wearing ‘skechers’.

I have no depth perception. I can see you – very well. I just don’t know where exactly you are. Or where the table is. Doorways move into my way – so I smack into door frames when I round a corner. Walking across a room is hazardous to my health. I trip over miniscule bumps in the carpet.

Maybe, as someone suggested, I am just too much in a hurry. Slowing down might help. I do tend to rush around working on my never-ending to-do list. So, I will experiment with this.

“Oh, No!” You groan and slap your forehead.

“Oh, Yes!” I answer the challenge. NaNoWriMo is over and I need to focus on something.

Stay Tuned…

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Giving Thanks

~ JodiLea

Every Thanksgiving I take inventory of the things I am thankful for. The list is incomplete every year because I can’t think of everything at once. What matters is that I acknowledge and be grateful for what I have:

  • My kind, loving and handsome hubby & his terrific family
  • My 3 gorgeous granddaughters & 1 handsome grandson
  • My large-breed puppy who is finally calming down a bit
  • That the American people did not vote in a President that puts classified information on an unclassified/non-government network.
  • The Independence Hall Quilters Guild in Arnold, CA
  • The Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory Benefits Package
  • My BFF, 2,000 miles away, and the technology to telephone, email, Skype and fly Southwest.
  • That my daughter is not embarrassed to invite me to rock concerts
  • All the blessings from Jehovah God – of which there are way too many to count.

Let me know what YOU are thankful for!

 

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Movie Review: The Visit 

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~ JodiLea

For a person with a cold, I had a busy day. I made a maple leaf block (for a quilt). I did some laundry. Washed dishes. Tried to organize my office, but got frustrated and decided to watch a movie instead.

I should have watched ‘Magic Mike XXL’ for the fifth time, but instead I chose what I thought was a mystery/comedy – WRONG! It scared the BeJeeBies out of me, but my stuffy nose cleared up for an hour. It worked better than the vaporizer. It is an M. Night Shyamalan film – I normally LOVE his films. So why did this one disturb me so much?

I’m a grandma and it freaked me out so much that 3 days later I still have images in my brain that pop up front when they want to.

Hansel & Gretel meets Psycho would be a more accurate title. There was even a scene in there where grandma wants the girl to climb into the oven to clean the back part that she could not reach. Talk about tension! Then nothing happened. Equally disturbing because the second time she got the girl in the oven, grandma shut the door. Then opened it. Immediately. This should have allowed a “Whew!” of relief, but it didn’t.

My dog was mesmerized. The spooky music caught her attention and when the screams increased in volume and number, she asked to go outside. I always suspected she was smarter than I, and I think this proves it, because I continued to watch, amazed that the previews had fooled me so. Maybe I should stop fast forwarding through advertisements…

As an author, I admired the sudden twist towards the end of the film. Bravo, Mr. Shyamalan!

I have 2 rules about M. Night Shyamalan films:

  1. Watch them during the DAY
  2. Do NOT watch them at night

Thank Goodness there were no clown sightings in this film.

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