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I get to pick and choose anything I want to share with the world. I decide if I want to tell all my friends or none at all. It’s my call if I mention it in a ‘project me’ post or if I want to keep it to myself. It’s not what I choose to share that is of relevance, but why I choose not to share it.

When it comes to my integrity in life, I always know that if I can’t share it with Greggie then I am about to do something that I know I shouldn’t be doing. It’s been  an incredible gift that I have given myself by using my choice of sharing as a benchmark for my own truth. Continue reading

If I don’t do it and say it then I’m not dealing with me in the true light of ‘project me’. Yesterday I had a gorgeous blogged planned and when my very special and innocent friend, Irvin Sammons, sent the photographs to me I fell apart. I ended up simply posting my Christmas Country song for the day and then scurrying off to bed. Continue reading

It’s freezing cold and seems to only be getting colder. I’m a bit of a ninny in the cold but that’s not the point of the story. It’s more about my tattoo that’s been hidden behind jerseys and jackets for ages now. I love it! I hear that lots of people have a moment of regret after they have their tattoos. Some even panic that they’ve made a major mistake … not me … I adore my goddess. Continue reading

Sportsy is about to arrive at Greggie’s for yet another game of the 2010 world cup soccer (yes, I say it that way for googley purposes) and the whole day I’ve had one little thought tingling the back of my mind … dinner!

I adore cooking and always use the freshest ingredient. Not to boast, but dinner consists of Buttered brown rice with roasted slithered almonds, steamed green vegetables and spinach that will both be tossed with a hint of garlic and black pepper and chicken. Not just any chicken, Continue reading

Finally! My days of chaos and avoidance are beginning to subside and I can drop the veil of superficial calm and reveal the truth behind the past few weeks. Yes, it’s been that bad!
It’s been a time when the saboteur in me has raised it’s mighty sword and been determined to head into battle and fight against all that I believe in.  You know … the big ones like myself, my body, love and the integrity of mankind.

Those are a few tough battles to fight right there, but to have them all surface at the same time has been well worth hiding until the battle was won and I could write about something partially victorious. Continue reading

Admittedly, I can’t blog for long today (being halfway through day 152) because I’ve managed to waste more than half of it forcing myself into positive spaces … but that’s for tomorrow’s blog.

Today, I just have to get through this so that I can finally do some work for the first time in a good few days. I miss my sparkling personality and spunk for writing and getting through the days with a positive attitude. That’s why I did the fun blog yesterday and found all of my favourite things. Oh boy, did I have fun! I felt the little ray of “everything’s going to be ok” come bursting through the window and … the phone rang! Continue reading

The tattoo is healing so nicely thanks to the nappy rash cream (yep, that was the instruction from Pepi), a whole lot of care and attention from my gentle mom’s applications of the ointment, Greggie’s super thick applications and my brother’s ‘slap it on and smear’ ones. I’ve also kept my hair tied up, considering the feeling of one hair touching it sends the coldest shivers down my spine and I don’t feel like greasy hair for the next few days. I’ve also kept it open and worn low back t-shirts in the middle of freakin’ winter. Needless to say, it’s very exposed and drawing attention. Continue reading

Even though I’ve got a dear friend who’s helped me prep for this afternoon’s tattoo and I’m more than a thousand percent sure that I want this beautiful piece of art that is symbolic and permanent … I can’t help but admit that yesterday was consumed with the distracting fears of the needle.

Text Guy thinks I’ll chicken out just before and Mr Big was surprisingly impressed that I was following through. Little did he know that something he said was the final confirmation that I was born to have this tattoo. Continue reading

When I started ‘project me’ one of the things that I knew I wanted to start having fun with, become goalless about and change without becoming obsessive, was my weight. In the first post I wrote, over four months ago, I shared a story with you about a very (maybe a little too) honest friend who told me that I looked like a hippopotamus. Continue reading

It’s always the story of the shoemaker’s daughter and very hard to believe that I have been in the beauty industry since 1992 … then why am I doing my own manicure and pedicure on a Sunday afternoon with my sister painting my toe nails and me painting my fingers? Continue reading

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