| Start: | Mar 29, '08 5:30p |
| Location: | Paris hotel |
Monday, March 31, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Komen Southern Nevada Race for the Cure®
http://race.komensouthernnevada.org/goto/jodi
Dear Friends and Family,
I recently accepted the challenge to raise funds to support the Komen Southern Nevada Race for the Cure® on May 3rd 2008 in the fight against breast cancer. One in eight women will be diagnosed with breast cancer in her lifetime and the more we raise, the more the Southern Nevada Affiliate of Susan G. Komen for the Cure® can give back to fund vital breast cancer education, screening and treatment programs in our own community and support the national search for a cure.
Please join me in the fight by pledging in support of my
participation in the Race or contributing generously to Komen Southern Nevada. Your tax-deductible contribution will fund innovative outreach and awareness programs for medically under served communities in Southern Nevada and national breast cancer research. It is faster and easier than ever to support this great cause - you can make a donation online by simply clicking on the link at the bottom of this message. If you would prefer, you can also send your tax-deductible contribution to the address listed below. Whatever you can give will help! I truly appreciate your support and will keep you posted on my progress.
This year I have joined team "Cancer Sucks" in honor of my friend Gabrielle's mom who passed away this past year. Please check out the team page as well, for her incredible story.
Thank you so much for your time and support in the fight against breast cancer! Every step counts!
http://race.komensouthernnevada.org/goto/jodi
Dear Friends and Family,
I recently accepted the challenge to raise funds to support the Komen Southern Nevada Race for the Cure® on May 3rd 2008 in the fight against breast cancer. One in eight women will be diagnosed with breast cancer in her lifetime and the more we raise, the more the Southern Nevada Affiliate of Susan G. Komen for the Cure® can give back to fund vital breast cancer education, screening and treatment programs in our own community and support the national search for a cure.
Please join me in the fight by pledging in support of my
participation in the Race or contributing generously to Komen Southern Nevada. Your tax-deductible contribution will fund innovative outreach and awareness programs for medically under served communities in Southern Nevada and national breast cancer research. It is faster and easier than ever to support this great cause - you can make a donation online by simply clicking on the link at the bottom of this message. If you would prefer, you can also send your tax-deductible contribution to the address listed below. Whatever you can give will help! I truly appreciate your support and will keep you posted on my progress.
This year I have joined team "Cancer Sucks" in honor of my friend Gabrielle's mom who passed away this past year. Please check out the team page as well, for her incredible story.
Thank you so much for your time and support in the fight against breast cancer! Every step counts!
http://race.komensouthernnevada.org/goto/jodi
Monday, March 24, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Peeps article in USA TODAY
http://www.usatoday.com/life/columnist/finalword/2008-03-18-final-word_N.htm?loc=interstitialskip
I love peeps. -Jodi
The Final Word: For Peep's sake, yellow chicks take a timeout
Craig Wilson, 3/18/2008
Years ago I wrote about Peeps. I wrote about how I loved them, how I wanted my Easter basket to be filled with nothing but, how they always needed to be yellow and in the shape of chicks.
God did not intend for there to be strawberry-cream Peeps. As I said at the time, that is unnatural.
The Peeps people paid me no mind, of course, and continued to churn out millions of their spun-sugar creations in a variety of shapes and colors.
My readers did pay attention, however. Over the years they have sent me hundreds of Peeps. Maybe thousands. Most of them yellow.
Every year I receive enough Peeps to populate a small city. Maybe even a large one. Every time I look, there seem to be more at my door.
Peeps are a bit like zucchini and wire hangers. Get two of them together in a dark place and you have dozens more before you know what happened.
But now I'd like to call a truce. I wave the white flag of surrender. I'm Peeped out.
Don't get me wrong. I still like Peeps. And unlike my friend Jayne, who likes hers stale and crunchy, I still like mine fresh. Soft. I remain the gourmand.
But it became a "too-much-of-a-good-thing" thing, so much so that I have declared my desk a Peep-free zone this year.
I confess I have even become a phantom Peep dropper. I carry them around the office, leaving a box here, a box there, a box in the men's room.
I look upon this as a public service. Sharing the wealth. And it works. When I go back, they're all gone. Flushed down the toilet, perhaps. I don't care.
Peep-B-Gone.
Easier said than done, of course. Peeps are a tenacious breed, no longer just an innocent Easter treat. They are a force to contend with.
There's a fan club. A website. There are recipes, including one that calls for Peeps as a pizza topping. There's a newsletter. And games.
Newspapers from Washington to Chicago to St. Paul even hold contests where readers make dioramas using nothing but Peeps.
Yes, Peep shows.
If I'm not mistaken, the diorama that won the Washington Post contest last year was a Peep dressed up as Marilyn Monroe, arms reaching skyward, descending a staircase lined with other Peeps dressed in tuxedos. Peeps Are a Girl's Best Friend was the theme.
Clever, but a reader with too much time on his hands.
I was sitting around with the neighbors the other night — obviously a slow night for us, too — talking about what we could come up with.
We already had missed the deadline for making a diorama, but our creative juices were flowing, as was the wine. There was no stopping us.
Neighbor Caroline liked "Peep-a-Boo." Molly thought "Peeps Who Need Peeps Are the Luckiest Peeps in the World" was quite clever.
But I still like my idea best. It's topical too, what with Pope Benedict XVI's trip planned for Washington, D.C., next month.
The Peepmobile.
I know. Inspired.
I love peeps. -Jodi
The Final Word: For Peep's sake, yellow chicks take a timeout
Craig Wilson, 3/18/2008
Years ago I wrote about Peeps. I wrote about how I loved them, how I wanted my Easter basket to be filled with nothing but, how they always needed to be yellow and in the shape of chicks.
God did not intend for there to be strawberry-cream Peeps. As I said at the time, that is unnatural.
The Peeps people paid me no mind, of course, and continued to churn out millions of their spun-sugar creations in a variety of shapes and colors.
My readers did pay attention, however. Over the years they have sent me hundreds of Peeps. Maybe thousands. Most of them yellow.
Every year I receive enough Peeps to populate a small city. Maybe even a large one. Every time I look, there seem to be more at my door.
Peeps are a bit like zucchini and wire hangers. Get two of them together in a dark place and you have dozens more before you know what happened.
But now I'd like to call a truce. I wave the white flag of surrender. I'm Peeped out.
Don't get me wrong. I still like Peeps. And unlike my friend Jayne, who likes hers stale and crunchy, I still like mine fresh. Soft. I remain the gourmand.
But it became a "too-much-of-a-good-thing" thing, so much so that I have declared my desk a Peep-free zone this year.
I confess I have even become a phantom Peep dropper. I carry them around the office, leaving a box here, a box there, a box in the men's room.
I look upon this as a public service. Sharing the wealth. And it works. When I go back, they're all gone. Flushed down the toilet, perhaps. I don't care.
Peep-B-Gone.
Easier said than done, of course. Peeps are a tenacious breed, no longer just an innocent Easter treat. They are a force to contend with.
There's a fan club. A website. There are recipes, including one that calls for Peeps as a pizza topping. There's a newsletter. And games.
Newspapers from Washington to Chicago to St. Paul even hold contests where readers make dioramas using nothing but Peeps.
Yes, Peep shows.
If I'm not mistaken, the diorama that won the Washington Post contest last year was a Peep dressed up as Marilyn Monroe, arms reaching skyward, descending a staircase lined with other Peeps dressed in tuxedos. Peeps Are a Girl's Best Friend was the theme.
Clever, but a reader with too much time on his hands.
I was sitting around with the neighbors the other night — obviously a slow night for us, too — talking about what we could come up with.
We already had missed the deadline for making a diorama, but our creative juices were flowing, as was the wine. There was no stopping us.
Neighbor Caroline liked "Peep-a-Boo." Molly thought "Peeps Who Need Peeps Are the Luckiest Peeps in the World" was quite clever.
But I still like my idea best. It's topical too, what with Pope Benedict XVI's trip planned for Washington, D.C., next month.
The Peepmobile.
I know. Inspired.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Seattle 03/03/08-03/06/08
This past week I was in Seattle for a Microsoft conference. The conference was great, but I also got to see some of the city, although not as much as I would have liked due to very limited free time.
I went to the Space Needle, Pike Place Market, Experience Music Project, Microsoft sponsored an event at the Museum of Flight, and I visited the very first Starbucks, opened in 1971 at the Pike Place Market.
Unfortunately I couldn't bring my new camera with me, so these were taken with old faithful 4.0 MP Canon, but came out pretty good. The Bill Gates ones were taken with my Treo.
Like other cities I have visited, I felt this would be an awesome place to live it it wasn't so cold and rainy (oh and no NHL team). I also had some great seafood.
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