Cold asparagus. Go ahead. Wrinkle your nose in disgust. Cold asparagus. Yep, when I opened my container of cold asparagus and cold chicken, I did the same. I'm not sure whether it was the thought of eating cold asparagus that had previously been heated in the microwave in an attempt to save time or if it was the smell that hit my nostrils like a racquetball hitting a court wall.

You already read the details of my breakfast. You have to admit...that was yummy. And even if you didn't like it, I did. And that's what counts. But this second meal that awaited digestion was a bit difficult to mentally digest, especially considering it was eight in the morning, and I was still driving to the photo shoot.

How many of you eat and drive at the same time? Go ahead, raise your hand; get that guilty look on your face. Each and every one of my competitor friends has had the experience I had this morning. The fumbling of the hand into the cooler, struggling to find the right container of food for that particular meal of the day because you absolutely must eat at that exact moment, regardless of the fact that you are heading down a major highway at 80 miles an hour and hitting every bump in the road because you're barely steering with on hand. Yeah, put your seatbelt on and hold on tight if you're in the car with me. I like to speed (and a ticket last December was proof of that, but that's a whole other story; besides, I usually only get caught speeding once a year...that's not that bad, right?).

Then there's the precarious positioning of the container and actually getting the food into the mouth. Forget utensils. Barbaric methods are best in situations such as these. So, there I am, eating cold asparagus and cold chicken, and I remember that I must have salt because I've been putting salt on my food all these weeks, and I can't stop doing that the last week of the show. The salt shaker is in my cooler as well, and there goes the fumbling of the hand again, the hitting of every bump that is supposed to alert the car (well, the driver actually) that you're moving into another lane (I ignored this annoying sound, of course), and successfully grabbing the shaker and pouring salt onto my chicken and asparagus. Well, the asparagus was on top of the chicken, and I poured way too much salt because I had to pay attention to the road at some point in this venture. Now, my asparagus was not only cold but salty as well.

I decided not to eat it. I didn't want green stuff stuck in my teeth for y'all to view when the galleries went up. Go ahead, thank me. As hilarious as it could have been, I doubt you pay money to see asparagus in my teeth. (You probably don't pay to listen to me ramble, but here I am doing it anyway...lol! By the way, do y'all actually read this stuff?) So I'm picking chicken out from the asparagus, munching on it, finishing it up, and going back into the cooler for my potatoes (two ounces...woohoo...I know, don't go crazy!).

I made it to the shoot safely--all the way from the 'burbs of Dallas straight into downtown Dallas. Ten minutes late, but I arrived in one piece! I'm late to everything. It is probably one of my worst flaws. I've joked around that I'll be late to my own funeral. Everyone else will have arrived, and I'll still be trying to decide which dress will look best and which lip gloss will match, and trying to answer one more e-mail...lol!

Bob Warren and Jerry Brown conducted the shoot, and I went through six outfits. I'll save the juicy details for when I receive the disks, but you can view previous work I've done with both photographers in the main section. They did say they'll send the disks in the mail soon, and I think y'all will like these. I didn't get to view all the photos, but the ones I did see look good. After all, I got my hair done yesterday, so what could go wrong?!

My hairdresser cut my hair slightly differently than she did for Jr. USA's. It just has a few more layers in it and it seems to flow better with my face. The color and highlights look incredible. There are some really red streaks in it that will capture the light on stage. I like that I've kept my hair short but still feminine. In Texas, the judges wanted me to have longer hair, and lots of people have suggested I go on stage with long hair like the rest of the girls, but that just isn't me. My face and frame are too tiny for all that hair!

Wednesday is the flight! I can't believe the show is almost here. I've been talking with Marcy Porter almost every day, and both of us are very excited. If you clicked on the link on the homepage of the site to , then you already know that there are 210 female competitors in this show, 150 of which are in figure. Guys, that's almost the size of Figure Nationals! Unbelieveable!

I've got a session of cardio to do, but I'm sure I will talk with some of y'all in one of the chat sessions tomorrow. Don't forget: 2 p.m. or 8 p.m. Central Standard Time! Don't leave me hanging!

Jodi