I shaved off all my hair again. As you can see in the picture above I look almost exactly how I looked in 2018. There may be a few more wrinkles around my eyes, but other than that. . . Anyway, remember how I sent the nephews to the grocery store on Friday? That was probably not my smartest move. I didn’t think about how…
My BFK and her husband Atom own a little diner in Savage, MN called The Windmill Cafe. Maybe I told you all this? They bought it from my parents? Remember? Back in January? As you know it is an excellent time to be a restaurant owner, especially the owner of a restaurant that specializes in bacon & eggs and a clientele that leans heavily towards…
Before I begin, I’d like you to take a gander at the situation I’m writing from right now. Pictured below is Memphis, curled up on my arm, Wendell who is playing with his best friend, a beige pipe cleaner, and finally, Cade mining and crafting on the other end of the couch. So you wanna hear about the first plan I tossed out the door…
1. I already forgot what the first thing was gonna be. Oh. I remembered. We started watching Tiger King on Netflix. It is absolutely bonkers and is the first thing that captured all of our attention. We’re about 1.5 episodes in and I cannot wait to view it again tonight. 2. Speaking of tonight the boys are making homemade macaroni and cheese and homemade garlic…
Here at Aunt Jodi’s Home for Wayward Nephews we had a pretty quiet and mellow weekend, which was a fucking delight after the high drama of of last weekend. The only thing that would have made the weekend better would have been getting a break from work. I am not complaining, because I’m grateful to have work, but it’s really very busy and working seven…
Well, it only took me seven days to utterly lose my shit. I silently cried for about an hour today while simultaneously working, because of course. I feel a little bad that I freaked out the nephews, but damnit I’m human. If you’re wondering, it seems as though I lost my shit over paprika. We’re out of it, and Cade thinks it’s a necessity we…
One of the tough things about aunting in the time of COVID-19 is managing Cade’s anxiety. He’s a recently clean (one week so far) anxious autistic kid with ADHD and other special needs and an extrovert. That extrovert part might be the death of me. He’s all the time with the talking. All the talking. And I haven’t yet figured out how to filter the…
When all hell breaks loose she really breaks and stays loose, doesn’t she? You would think life here in Angry Hermitville would be quiet and kind of status quo, right? I mean, I work from home. I’ve been a food/toilet paper hoarder for years, long before it was trendy. Just ask my Book Club, they would make fun of me for having so much toilet…
I have long professed my love for Starburst Green Bag Jellybeans. Why I insisted on calling them “green bag” for so long is a mystery. Perhaps it was an affectation I thought would make me seem adorable. Bleh. Those candies I love are actually called Starburst Tropical Jellybeans and the bag is now more aqua-colored than green, which pleases me immensely because aqua/teal/turquoise has been…
I have paid off my student loans. There was no fanfare. No confetti shot out of computer. The Student Loan Jackals did not send me flowers or a sash that said “Ms. No More Student Debt.” Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zero. Fucking figures, don’t it? It only took me 25 years and cost me more than $40,000 to pay back the $19,800 I borrowed in 1995….
