How Do You Say “Whoops!” in French?

Dearest Readers,

I owe you an apology.  I have very bad spelling and proof-reading skills.  I messed up the address (URL) to this blog during registration.

This is where you went if you spelled my URL correctly

French Private Blog PageWhen I registered the URL “http://notpretending.wordpress.com/” a typo occurred. “Pretending”  became “prentending”.  So…. the URL I advertised was the one I thought I had. Unfortunately, the correctly spelled URL had already been registered with WordPress. Three years ago. In France.

Why does crap like this happen to me??  Now I need to change my URL and I am not sure what to do. “notpretending2besane” is too long. Maybe I should chuck the name of my blog altogether and start fresh. (Then I could be Freshly Pressed at last – Ha!) I guess I will sleep on it and decide in the morning.

I am not blaming WordPress for what happened, but their form to register a blog URL obviously needs a spell checker. For dolts like me.   “Dammit, Jim! I’m a writer, not an editor!” [original Star Trek series reference for young folks in the next generation]

I know they are laughing out loud about this over in WordPress  support. Especially James – who deserves to laugh because he figured out the mystery that eluded me for months!

Please stay tuned. You can find my new URL by doing a search on “Not Just Any Job”

Sincerely yours,

Jodi Lea

An Optimist or What? – That is the Question

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And the answer is…  It depends.

How Do You Feel Today?A more accurate question to ask me is: “How are you feeling?”  I am a creature of ebbing and flowing emotional currents. Most of the time the current moseys along and I can tolerate whatever comes my way.

Occasionally, a tsunami will occur. There are warning signs that lead up to this phenomena, and if taken seriously, danger can be avoided.  I have discovered not many people pay attention to signs.  Probably the same folks that don’t read manuals, or assembly instructions. You know who you are.

When a tsunami hits, the optimist and those in close proximity, are swept far, far, away. What rises up from the angry sea is not an optimist OR a pessimist, but rather a Tasmanian Devil disguised as me. (No, not the one wearing lipstick, silly!)

If you have seen the cartoon then you have some idea of how I feel on one of those days. I don’t know what I look like as a Tasmanian Devil, but I have seen the look on other people’s faces when it happens. They seem very frightened.

So, when Bill Engvall says, “Heeeere’s Your Sign!”

Read it.

Please, Don’t Take My Cell Phone Away!

Cell PhoneI love technology. We are so spoiled with our appliances that cook and clean for us. I shudder to think that I could have been born before indoor plumbing, like my grandmother was. You may not think of appliances and toilets being technological. But they are.

I would really miss my iPod, TV, DVR and HBO. I would not want to do without my coffee maker or dishwasher, but I could deal. But my cell phone is absolutely essential.

I don’t chat or text much at all. Some days my cell never comes out of my purse or off the charger. The point is – it (and the technology behind it) exists. My days of trudging off to find a phone (because my haunted little car, dies – again – in the middle of an intersection) are now over. I can whip out my little phone and arrange a rescue while standing on the side of the road watching the drivers honking behind the broken car in the left turn lane. You would think an empty car with flashing lights might be a clue. Sometimes I wish my phone had a camera so I can capture these moments …