yes! tomorrow i do the valhalla of corndogs. it’s the great minnesota get togther. the state fair. it’s been a family tradition since i was about 2. of course, i have to be up and ready to go at 7 A.M. yes, seven o’clock in the morning.
yes, you should [...]
valhalla of corndogs
the misc aisle
i think stores, like target, need a misc aisle. an aisle where you can find stuff that you aren’t quite sure where it’d be catergorized. this aisle would contain stuff like q-tips. ok i can’t think of anything else. so maybe they just need a q-tip aisle. because i always spend [...]
top 10 things heard during
top 10 things heard during one hour trip to big lake:
“double-lou, x, y and z! now i know my ABCs next time won’t you sing with me?” (actually heard 13 times in a row)
“huh?”
“where we goin’?”
“cece wear wedding dress, a mommy wear wedding dress, a jodi wear wedding dress, a jaycie wear wedding dress, a [...]
it’s funny how you remember
it’s funny how you remember the instant you learn about someone’s death in much greater detail than you remember anything about the time you spent with them when they were alive.
it’s been four years since i learned about alan’s death. oddly enough i still remember what i was wearing when i walked into my [...]
grocery store strike
i think the grocery store strike has to end.
there is no food here left to eat, and my parents were none-too-thrilled when i told them they had to take me out to dinner because i had no food.
“do you need money?” my mom asked.
“umm, no,” i said.
“why in the hell do we have to [...]
i am super-responsible, adult-girl
ha! i am super-responsible, adult-girl– hear me roar. yes, it isn’t even 10 a.m. and i’ve gotten clyde all taken care of. i didn’t let the snooty auto-mechanic boys talk down to me either. i told them what i wanted and that i didn’t want anything else and that i needed it [...]
a warm body
you know what i want more than anything right now? to crawl up into my bed and find that warm body there. it doesn’t even matter that he doesn’t want me or doesn’t like me, it’d just be nice to climb into a bed that’s not empty. it’d be nice to climb [...]
cowboys and attractiveness
hi. yeah, so guess what? i have discovered that i am the least attractive woman on earth. yeah, you might have thought it was someone that you know. but it’s me. hi!
so, what is it that makes you, jodi, the least attractive woman on earth?
well, let’s see here. i’ve [...]
i forgot to watch
shit. i forgot to watch the convention. rats! i was too busy cleaning and telling jim walsh what i love about the replacements, soul coughing and tom waits. a girl has got to have priorities.
super-productive girl
yes, i am back working the graveyard shift. will this week never end? i swear it’s been at least 924 hours since it was monday. of course, now that i am whining i realize i have about 9653 things to do before the cowboy gets here. i hope tonight goes very, very [...]
a tall cowboy
so a tall cowboy is coming to visit. i am so nervous i could puke on my own shoes (and i am wearing sandals). too much to do and so very little time to do it in. what am i thinking?
insomnia can kiss my ass.
insomnia can kiss my ass. i am tired, i just want to sleep. is that too much to ask for? i guess so!
so i am reading welcome to my planet and it’s really sorta pissing me off. not the book itself. i think i have a crush on the book. [...]
jalapeno bagels
jalapeno bagels, paul westerberg and diet pepsi, you gotta love breakfast.
today i am going shopping. i will buy lots of lame girlie stuff. hair stuff and purses and bras. it’s been a long, long time since i bought any girlie stuff. i am supposed to be saving to buy a new [...]
lost in the morning
i write the best (poems, stories, letters) when i am trying to fall asleep at night. just laying there staring up at the ceiling. i can find all the right words up there in the dark. but they are lost by the time i get up in the morning. sometimes i think i might [...]
last night i dreamt that my teeth were falling out. i have this dream a lot, but i can never remember what it’s supposed to mean. they were falling out in little, chunky bits, like the rocks at the bottom of a fishbowl or nerds. it was strange. i ought to [...]


