It’s Time To Recycle

I’m talking about old posts. ‘Jodi Lea’s Place’ has been in business since August of 2010. I was younger and quite zealous then. I moved in with my mom to help my little sister take care of her. Mom was bedridden and on hospice. I kept my current employment by working remotely for 1/2 days and using sick leave and vacation hours to fill in the other 1/2 of the day. When mom slept, I worked and wrote posts. The posts kept me from being hauled off to the loony bin.

Anyway, I am working on a new page titled “The Best of“. This page will have links to my most favorite posts from over the years.

For any new readers, this will give you a chance to “know me” better. For my (I won’t say old!) readers, this is a chance to search for your favorites.

I wrote a lot more posts per week, back then. So there are a bunch in the archives to choose from. They are most likely more fun to read than what my brain is coming up with these days. I would hate to lose readers because I am not funny or interesting anymore.

My goal is to post links of re-runs every week. Of course, you don’t have to wait for me to do anything. All posts are in the Archives listed by Month, on the sidebar.


Falling Back

I hate the winter’s time change. Now it will get dark earlier and the sun will rise later. It takes me at least 2 weeks to get used to Standard Time.

I know, it’s only an hour. The point is, I have always been greatly annoyed by the whole idea. When I was a kid I would be an hour early for things because my parents did not think I needed to know. They did not change the clocks before they went to bed. I make sure that I change the important ones on Saturday night.

When I got older and learned more about the world, I found out that not all countries changed time. Not even all the states in the USA changed time. This was so unfair! I thought everyone suffered from this deal. Sigh.

I laughed my butt off when I saw this one



Peeve of the Day

Who keeps spreading the word about me?

I just wrote a post about happiness being temporary. Today proves that theory. I needed a crowbar to empty my PO box this morning. It was crammed full of holiday catalogs, advertisements for insurance, and a multitude of letters asking for money.

Paperwork Mountian

I do have a few causes I donate to. The American Diabetes Association, for one. I am a diabetic, and I like to get their magazine. That being said, I am tired of them sending me requests to donate twice a week. Stop killing trees, for Pete’s sake. I send money when I can. When I feel like it. I’m a diabetic, so it’s not like I could forget. Sheesh!

Over time, my address spread to other organizations that needed money. I have lived at this address for almost 10 years. I counted the number of agencies that were after me. In just the last week – 21 different ones. Does everyone get that many? New ones appear often, and that tells me my name & address are still being passed around. Probably, for long after I die, they will keep mailing me. Creepy thought.

When Jesus calls me from the grave, I worry his arms will be full of my junk mail. But that is just silly. I’m sure that He will delegate that to a sweet angel, who will help me recycle it.