Author: JodiLea

I don't pretend to be who/what I'm not. I will be honest here unless I publish under the category "This could be news," which is 99% fiction and a wee bit sarcastic. ;-) I want readers who come here to have as much fun as I do. Not all subjects can be fun, but most can be funny if I do my job right ;-) My inner child is reflected in my logo and will change at a moment's notice.

Oh, GOSH DARN IT!

~ JodiLea ~ 2 Comments

No, smarty pants, this isn’t a guest post. It’s me. Trying to clean up my language because I can’t afford a $12,000 fine. Not many people can.

But, that was last weeks game.

Our beloved Kap, I only revert to his nickname because I can’t remember how to spell Kaepernick most of the time, did not yell any naughty words. At least that the referee’s heard, anyway.

However, his team became unruly in the second half. I could not believe my eyes! Rookies and veterans alike. Blatantly breaking rules. Dare I say it? We were playing like Falcons and the Raiders used to.

Sure. The second half turned sour (again) after leading in the first. The Cardinals were fired up and making points. We caused our losses in yardage and field position. The refs called us on everything and anything they could. We practically asked for it. We made it so easy for the Cardinal’s to beat us, that my head keeps shaking in disbelief.

It came to me then, the real cause of all this trouble. Voo-Doo. Plain and simple. Somebody, probably up near Seattle, has little 49er dolls and while the 49ers play, this dastardly somebody, throws little yellow flags at them, making them commit penalties. They can’t help themselves against these evil forces.

Shouldn’t we tell the authorities about this?  The word needs to get to Coach Harbaugh and the NFL, so they can investigate and track down these nefarious voo-dooers, before the team completely looses their reputation.  Black Magic has to be the reason the guys are not themselves out there.

Why?

Because the alternative means calling an Exorcist.

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Kaepernick Makes a Run For It

 

Bittersweet Agony

~ JodiLea

Two female Bernese Mountain Dogs were bred in Grass Valley at bernersSwiss Star Farms. I know this because I call the breeder, Bobbie Hefner, at least once a month:

“Hello?” Bobbie answers.

“Is anybody pregnant yet?”  I am so desperate now, that I have dropped all small talk. I know it’s rude, but I just can’t stand this unknowingness! **

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If She Knows, She Isn’t Saying

“Both girls have been bred, but it’s too soon to know if they are pregnant, or not.” she tells me.

NOT!? That possibility hadn’t occurred to me. I shoved it out of my mind to consider (and worry about) later.

“Oh…” I no longer mask my disappointment.

“I’ll let you know as soon as I know anything,” she tries to console me, but it doesn’t help. My mental state is swiftly devolving around this issue, and I feel 3-years old.  I have to consciously force myself to not stomp my foot and scream, “Where is my puppy!?”

When I get off the phone, I pout. I waited over 2-years for a puppy because we were packing, selling our old house & moving into our new house. Then I had to wait until we went on an Alaskan Cruise. Hubby has no more excuses now, and it has been over 4-years since I have had a dog. FOUR YEARS!  Patience is no longer a virtue – it’s GONE.

Then, I remember that I am home alone. Hubby is out doing his thing.  By the time he gets home, I am still dog-less, and my foot hurts.

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** unknowingness [un . NO . ing . ness], adverb. “The agonizing period while you are waiting to know something, and you have no control over finding the answer.
– From the Dictionary of Words That Should Exist