Hiya Darling Ones,

Here’s a short list of some of things bringing me happiness this past month.

Neapolitan Ice Cream Sandwiches

Specifically, the Target ones. I’ve never been a Neapolitan person. Vanilla is pointless as far as I’m concerned and why have two mediocre flavors when you can have all chocolate?

But, after watching all the various Baking Championships (spring, summer, kids, etc.) on the Food Network Neapolitan sounded good. I nought a box of ’em when Sister #2 was here because I knew she’d eat them if I didn’t like them. They’re delicious. Probably the best ice cream sandwich I’ve ever had. The cookie part is crunchy and strawberry ice cream? That shit is fabulous. Best of all you can get 12 of them for $3.

Nothing Compares

The Sinead O’Connor documentary made by Kathryn Ferguson is free to watch for the next seven days in honor of the anniversary of O’Connor’s death.

It’s pretty good. I watched it before O’Connor died, so I’m not sure how it hits now. I’m still unable to talk about her death. It’s one of those events that I remember exactly where I was when I learned the news — sitting on a table in a physical therapy room. My therapist had stepped out to get some torture device and the news blipped across my watch.

“What happened?” she asked when she came back into the room. Tragedy must have been written across my face.
“Sinead O’Connor died.”

Then I explained to her non-music-person, 25-year-old ass who O’Connor was. Ugh.

Claim to Fame (Hulu)

I’ve discovered my new favorite genre of tv game show is “people lying to each other for financial gain.” It sounds more nefarious than it is.

Think Traitors, The Mole, Trust. You know, games where people sign-up for shenanigans and trickery. It’s so fun!

My latest discovery in this genre is Claim to Fame, where celebrity relatives live in a giant house and try to keep their identity secret while guessing who everyone is related to. I love guessing song with the contestants while shouting YOU ARE TOO YOUNG! Because the guessers thought the “70s teen idol” one of the players was related to was Billy Idol and Elton John,

Brother Printer

I bought a printer like it’s 2002 or something and I’m a little in love with it. I bought the printer because I need to send a bunch of documentation for my Social Security Disability application. There are other avenues for getting printed docs, but sometimes I want to be able to do one goddamn thing on my own. I didn’t want to have my mom or Sister #4 have to pick up the pages somewhere. I didn’t want to have to bug my brother-in-law to print it for me at work and then mail it for me.

My family would have done all this for me in a heartbeat. But again, I wanted to do it myself.

And now I want to print all the things with the fancy wireless printer that sits on the China cabinet in my dining room next to my LEGO Office.

BY THE WAY. . . it took me like six hours to fill out the Disability app. I had to list every healthcare professional I’ve seen since the stroke, every clinic or hospital I’ve visited, and every test the doctors ordered. I started the app on Monday and couldn’t do it all in one go. The next day was eye day, so I didn’t do any computer work. On Wednesday Social Security called me and left a message reminding me to finish my app. I was all, “back off, I got a disability here. I’m a little slow.”

Carrier Pigeon, Odie Leigh

This is my new favorite record, and not just because the vinyl pre-order came with a crochet pattern and hook. RIGHT? Was there ever on earth a record package made specifically for me? Thanks again for the gift, Wolfdogg.

To be fair, I fell in love with Odie Leigh’s music before I knew about the crochet stuff. “Conversation Starter” caught my attention when it shuffled up randomly on Spotify and I was hooked instantly. As I dug in, I found she had a new record coming out in a week and well, the crochet pattern sealed the deal.

This record is an utter delight. It’s filled with songs about being awkward and trying to get laid, and they’re fun to sing along with. Check her out if you event already.

Also, thanks to Heather, I’ve jumped onto the Chappel Roan bandwagon. Her record “The Rise and Fall of a Midwestern Princess” is pretty fun, if a little too long for my tastes. Her voice is kinda weak on some of the ballads, but her upbeat stuff are, as the youth say, total bangers or bops, perhaps jams.

What have you been appreciating lately?

Love,
Jodi