It’s Valentine’s Day. Again!

~ JodiLea

It all starts when you’re a kid. You bring a shoebox to school and make a Valentine Mail Box.  Your shoebox gets wrapped up in fancy paper and decorated the way you like. Then you make a slit in the very top so valentines can be “mailed” to you. Your mom buys you a package of 30 valentines and you spend hours at the kitchen table addressing them to the kids in your class. Even kids you don’t like will get a valentine from you (and you from them).

On the big day I could not wait to run home and open my valentines. Hoping that John or Roy or some boy wrote me a special note inside their valentine to me. Never happened. Not even once.

Why have I not learned from this? Each year I revert back to that little girl surrounded by torn open valentines, and heartbroken. I know it will happen again this year – just like last year and the 45 years before that. Tonight is Feb. 13th and I am feeling  sad in advance. I know that is ridiculous, but it’s who I am.

Deep down in my soul, where reality is overruled by feeling, there is a glimmer of  hope. No amount of  pessimism, intelligence or giving myself a good talking to, can sway it.  The  “just maybe” part of me keeps longing for a passionate, romantic outpouring of adoration from the man I love. On Valentine’s Day.

I get the fact that Valentine’s Day means nothing to 99% of the male population. So??  It does mean something extremely important to your woman. Some effort on your part for one freaking day of the year, is all we’re asking. Don’t give us that crap about “I didn’t know what to get you”. Have you ever seen a movie that had a leading man and woman in it? Do you watch television?

Valentine’s Day is not like President’s Day. It is on the same damn day every year. February 14th.  Shame on you for pretending you did not know when Valentine’s Day was. You know who you are.

Here’s some free advice:  On the list of things we would like to get from our men on Valentine’s Day,  “Nothing”  is not one of them.

Genius or Gorgeous?

~ JodiLea

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Plain Rabbit
Plain Rabbit
Jessica Rabbit
Jessica Rabbit

I am already smart enough.

I want to feel how I imagine it feels to be extremely good-looking. It must be wonderful to have self-confidence. To not worry about what people are looking at, or thinking, when you enter a room.  To instantly be given the benefit of the doubt instead of treated with suspicion. To be flirted with instead of ignored, or worse,  avoided. To get a friendly warning instead of a traffic ticket. People are just more patient and courteous. Men smile at you. A Knight in Shining Armour around every corner: guys happy to open doors for you, help you carry things, change your flat tire. Help you when you’re lost. Ask and thee shall receive.

At least that is what I imagine extremely pretty women experience. I would like to experience this. However, no matter how much make-up, cute hair styles or fabulous clothes I put on – I stay little Miss  Plain. The only thing worse than a photograph of me is video.  Ugh.  Hollywood is not looking for this gal.

Given the choice, I will definitely go with gorgeous. Please don’t tell me it was a rhetorical question. I’ll am waiting …

Things People with Multiple Personalities Shouldn’t Do

~ JodiLea

Jodi (et al.)


All of these persona’s blog here. If you have followed along for a while, you may have  “met” most of them. They ALL have something to say.  I keep a notebook to jot down ideas, research, topics & whatnot, I  some of the stuff in there amazes me, obviously written by et al.

This is why I should not:

  • Get a Tattoo. Who would get to decide? We would be mortified by any image that suited another.
  • Go to Las Vegas. Not to mention any names, but one of us is a bit sleazy, one of us is a compulsive gambler, and who knows what kind of trouble the Goth one would cause.
  • Get Married. My poor husband Bruce. Every evening when he leaves work, he has no clue who he is coming home to.  He is exhausted.
  • Work with Alzheimer’s patients. Those poor souls have enough confusion in their lives. They certainly don’t need us.
  • Go anywhere without a GPS: Not a single one of us has any sense of direction.  I mean none… whatsoever.
  • Have the combination to the gun safe: The Government could learn from Bruce and the boys about keeping top-secret information from getting into the wrong hands.

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Hey! Who are you calling “a bit sleazy” you sanctimonious witch! I think you’re  jealous because Bruce absolutely adores me.  All you want to do is work and blog. And nap, like now. And do-tell, who is the gambler?