tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37450862012-02-16T04:49:35.252-08:00The Fast and Furious Thoughts of an East Coast Girl Transplanted to the “Breast Coast”.Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292763058809750459noreply@blogger.comBlogger271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745086.post-44396771972872705912008-05-02T12:56:00.001-07:002008-05-02T13:01:13.937-07:00

It's double-stupidity day, as I just found a video commercial for a new acid reflux drug, called Aciphex.Say it loud, say it proud, watch this video, then check to see if ass-effects is right for you.

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This morning, I opened up one of our company newsletters, supplied by our healthcare carrier, Cigna. This month, the topic is oral health. Here's what it had to say about soft drinks:The hard truth about soft drinks:• One out of every four beverages consumed in America today is a soft drink.• Soft-drink consumption surpasses that of all other beverages, including milk, beef, coffee and water.Mmm.

Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292763058809750459noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745086.post-43082595842158743792008-04-26T21:39:00.000-07:002008-04-26T21:53:36.797-07:00

I've said it before, the best thing about living in Los Angeles is that you can see things you totally cannot see anywhere else. Like recently, when friends from NJ had come to visit we saw a 70s-style pimped out dude with a 70s-style fro driving a beat-up Trans Am and blasting funk music REALLY loud in the parking lot of my local Ralphs grocery store. About an hour later, we were driving through

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I think I'm about to coin a phrase here, so stand by my peeps, while I lay some new English on ya. Remember, you saw it here first.So, I've had my Wii now for about two months, and I love it. It's one of the few electronic gizmos that I haven't yet experienced a decrease in interest for, and the first video game since the heyday of Atari that my feeble, fumbly fingers have been able to manage

Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292763058809750459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745086.post-44573518992509992472008-04-09T18:26:00.000-07:002008-04-09T20:39:10.336-07:00

California seriously needs to re-evaluate its priorities. Here are a few propositions that our lawmakers are spending their "valuable" time on."Keep your paws off my puppy's privates"A bill has been introduced that would require pet owners to spay or neuter nearly all cats and dogs by the time they’re 4 months old. Failure to comply would result in a $500 fine (registered breeders would be exempt

Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292763058809750459noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745086.post-44681906921574042602007-11-12T22:28:00.000-08:002007-11-12T22:30:36.731-08:00

I've been talking about posting this story for a long time, but with 10 months of ammunition, it took a long time to gather all the information and write it in a cohesive way. If you have an hour or so to kill and like getting fired up about corporate consumer service ineptitude, read on...I bought a Verizon cell phone in August 2004. I got great reception, loved the phone and its features and

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For you media geeks out there, the debut of Hulu -- the collaborative Fox/NBC video site effort -- has been greatly anticipated. Media pundits much more qualified than I have been expressing their both their optimism and their skepticism about what power the site would wield, and what its success or failure would represent for online entertainment content. Hulu functions as the official home of

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My first job ever was babysitting for my cousins when I was 10. Thinking back, I wonder how the heck anyone thought a 10-year-old could be responsible for the well being of anyone, let alone a 2-year-old and a 5-year old? I'm now over 30 and I'm still not even good at keeping plants alive and healthy. But somehow I've always been able to convince employers that I was a responsible, diligent

Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292763058809750459noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745086.post-24475455078941521762007-10-16T18:17:00.000-07:002007-10-16T20:43:24.667-07:00

Weeks have gone by, and since not much has happened, I guess I'll return to stories of my last busy week. As I've mentioned before, I'm a game show fanatic. To the point where I TiVo'ed the first week of the new Price is Right to see how Drew Carey fared in his first attempts to fill Bob Barker's shoes as host (so far, so good). I'll watch just about anything where contestants compete for prizes

Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292763058809750459noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745086.post-5834860908166542102007-09-11T21:39:00.000-07:002007-09-12T11:12:45.186-07:00

Took some time out of my regularly scheduled boredom to have a busy week recently. Here's how it started: A few weeks back, Allan and I wandered over to a small town festival in Culver City. It was the typical fair fare: rides made from rusty iron and tetanus, held together with nostalgia; greasy food stands offering all the junk people only eat at boardwalks or fairs; a somewhat sad petting zoo

Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292763058809750459noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745086.post-49068531715590079522007-07-08T19:33:00.000-07:002007-07-08T21:05:48.444-07:00

It was a busy week in an otherwise completely uneventful summer, so far. Fourth of July is probably my favorite holiday. It's usually warm and sunny, I love seeing fireworks, and I usually take a few days off from work to hang out with friends, hit a few parties and BBQs and throw back a few drinks without the stress and family obligations of Thanksgiving or Christmas. But this year, July 4th

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This week, Los Angeles gave me yet another reason to love living here. Thirteen 7-Eleven stores around the country rebranded themselves as Kwik-E-Mart's as a promotion. Of course, Los Angeles was among the lucky 13, and the 7-Eleven chosen happens to be just a few miles from my apartment. Simpsons fan that I am, I left work early, fought afternoon traffic and stood on line for 20 minutes for my

Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292763058809750459noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745086.post-13756355637334180992007-05-13T12:41:00.000-07:002007-05-13T13:11:14.732-07:00

A group of my coworkers and I went bowling after work on Friday night. Though I haven't bowled in around 8 years or so, I used to go kinda regularly, back in New Jersey. It wasn't so much that I liked the game or anything, or was remotely skilled at it. It was more that I liked the white-trashy atmosphere created by playing a sport where you could drink and smoke while playing the game, and I

Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292763058809750459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745086.post-60903927216891079062007-05-10T09:27:00.000-07:002008-12-09T12:51:37.144-08:00

Sometimes I carry a big handbag. The problem is that in that handbag, things tend to get lost. There must be an entire parallel universe in there, or maybe a similar vortex to the one that removes one sock from every pair I put in the dryer. But large or small, no matter what I'm looking for in the big bag, I have to grab everything else in there until I unlock the magic that releases the item I

Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292763058809750459noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745086.post-37739130689839406792007-05-09T19:14:00.000-07:002008-12-09T12:51:37.283-08:00

Well, there hasn't been much to report over these last...oh eight months or so, but last night I did an offical Hollywood-type thing, so it goes in the Cali-girl blog. My sister Dana is working for Fox studios these days, and when she took the job I threatened to disown her if she didn't take me to a Simpsons Movie premiere or some other special event to celebrate the greatest show ever created.

Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292763058809750459noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745086.post-1157844062569747902006-09-09T15:53:00.000-07:002006-10-10T22:48:54.633-07:00

Yeah, it's been a while. Since my last post, I've changed apartments, changed cities, changed cars, and changed my job position. With all this stuff finally behind me, I finally feel like I'm getting my life back to normal. Of course, normal is a relative term in my life, especially in the city of Los Angeles. For example, now that I no longer have a hideously long commute every day, I discovered

Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292763058809750459noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745086.post-1144730659254589392006-04-10T21:42:00.000-07:002006-04-10T21:44:19.263-07:00

Sorry I'm taking so long between posts. I'm busy, I'm lazy, I'm not much of a writer, I'm tired of blogging, no one reads this anyway, the earth's polarity reversed itself in my apartment...ok that's all the excuses I can think of for now. But today, the 405 north smelled like grilled chicken. And the 405 south smelled like the solution used for home perms. Thought you'd wanna know.

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For a while, I've been meaning to write about my top 5 favorite things about living in LA. They were gonna be: 1. The weather, and knowing that I can leave the house and never need more than 2 layers of clothing. I shiver when it's less than 65 degrees, and even I haven't found the need to unpack my collection of sweaters, hats, gloves, scarves, and thermals. For season-affect disorder sufferers

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It's not that I can't find enough strange things about LA that strike me as blogworthy. It's more that the sheer number of absurdities fight eachother for dominance in my head, and making the tough decision of where to start is such a battle that I end up not starting anywhere.But this one piece of information clawed its way right into my typing fingers, bypassing my brain's selection process and

Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292763058809750459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745086.post-1137036672352417872006-01-11T19:31:00.000-08:002006-01-22T00:14:10.380-08:00

Things continue to be strange for me here in California, in a way that contrasts my first adventure, but not so vastly. I recall on the day that I flew out, I was expecting history to repeat itself -- delays, misadventures, natural disasters. In truth, the trip was uneventful. My flight was on time, my rental car was in perfect working order, I arrived at my destination without getting lost or

Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292763058809750459noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745086.post-1136656006462381942006-01-07T09:30:00.000-08:002006-01-13T10:21:58.146-08:00

So here I am in California. Again. I've been here for seven months now, and it looks like this time it might actually stick. While I still consider myself a newbie here, it seems like I should be exempt from any cosmic hazing rituals this time around. Here's why:The first time I moved to Cali, I was fresh out of college. I had dreamed of coming out to the Land of the Natural Disaster since I was

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Today's Freeway Scent: 405 N. smells like baked bread and chocolate croissants. So far, the only smells I've noticed have been breakfast foods. Even in the afternoon, it's been eggs or toast. I'm trying to reason out a cause for this. First I thought that maybe there's a large Diner District that I drive past on my way to work every day, but that seems unlikely. Less likely is that someone is

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You know how they say that people with sensory disabilities (blindness...deafness...bad taste in clothes) often compensate by having their other senses heightened? Well, I'm practially blind (my vision is somewhere in the neighborhood of 20/400 without my contacts), and I've pretty much destroyed my hearing through years of standing right by the speakers at concerts (I'm short. It's the only way

Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292763058809750459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745086.post-1133582138906190592005-12-02T19:06:00.000-08:002005-12-02T19:55:38.916-08:00

When I was four, I swallowed an entire bottle of aspirin. It was the orange-flavored baby aspirin that you can probably find in the house of any family with young children. I guess it was in the days before they really childproofed the hell out of all medications, or else I was particularly clever and dexterous for my age. The drama queen in me likes to say it was my first (and last) suicide

Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292763058809750459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745086.post-1133283943176630292005-11-29T09:05:00.000-08:002005-11-29T09:05:43.190-08:00

Thanksgiving, or The Great American Gorge-a-Thon, is the time when we reflect on our lives and the things we are most thankful for. For most people, that is. I, on the other hand, view this particular holiday in light of stupidity. Mine, mostly, but occasionally others’ poor judgment, oversights and plain old bad luck factor in as well. The combination of family, friends and the familiar comforts

Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292763058809750459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745086.post-1133235490879635312005-11-28T19:34:00.000-08:002005-11-28T19:38:10.880-08:00

So why did I leave the East Coast? I always say that it was because I hate the cold. And I do. Passionately. I hate wearing 10 layers of clothing to get the mail. And every morning that I froze my ass off to scrape and brush and warm the car before it would splutter to life and shake off the icicles that encapsulated it in the morning dew, I promised myself it was the last year I would put myself

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Six months ago, I moved to Southern California. It’s taking a lot of getting used to. And it’s more than just the weather (damn near perfect. All the time), the traffic (yes, it’s as bad as everyone says. Even at 2 a.m. it can be worse than Manhattan traffic at rush hour), and the fact that the ocean is on the wrong side. The people, and their priorities, seem to be collectively skewed — which is

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