I miss her.

So if all went to plan I am still in Japan so this week I’m sharing a few best-of posts while I’m gone.  This one was a special request and it made me happy and sad all at once, which is the sign of the complicated wonder that was Nancy W. Kappes, a fabulous woman who used to send me the strangest emails for years and years.  She became a sort of a celebrity here and I miss her dearly.  I still hear from one of her daughters who is just as irreverent and strange and hilarious as her mother.  Rest in peace, Nancy W. Kappes.  This is the first time I introduced her, back in 2009:

Nancy W. Kappes is the greatest letter writer of all time

Every couple of days I get an email from a woman in Indiana named Nancy W. Kappes and it is the highlight of my entire fucking week.  Basically it’s like we’re having a really long weird conversation except I’m not actually talking.  Also in my head she sounds exactly like the drag queen from Midnight in the Garden of Good And EvilShe is the standard upon which all other emails are judged and I honestly feel guilty that I’m the only person who gets to read them so I’m reprinting some of her emails here.  You’re welcome:

From Nancy W. Kappes:

My thank-you-jesus-EX MIL was a complete psycho. When her little sonny boy (Oedipal much? Don’t let me commence), finally passed his architectural boards (after the fourth try) she had a dinner party, but explained that I couldn’t come because she “didn’t have enough chairs.”

Well, it’s been 16 glorious years since those days, and I enjoy nothing more than watching my two girls leave to go to a bat-shit-crazy-screaming match; “family function” sacrificing a goat in thanksgiving that I no longer have to go.  “Bye, guys! Have a great time!” (middle finger from the 20 year-old and a tender “Bite me, Mom” from the 19 year old.) Plus? SHE WILL NEVER EVER DIE just to keep torturing my grrlz. So I sit back with a trashy book, a tumbler of Grey Goose (when I’m flush-Seagram’s when I’m not) and my huge bottle of assorted pharmaceuticals. (My “Judy Garland Trail Mix.”)

p.s. oh, and crazy ex-husband? Used to get the valium with his lemonade at dinner. Crush those suckers up and it’s all “Oh you motherfucking asshole sweetie, here’s a little Crystal Light.” It was the only way I got through those 5 years. He made the Baby Jesus cry.

Nancy W. Kappes



Jenny, I’ll trade you 3 percocet and 3 valiums for 5 xanax. Now I can’t even take my afternoon nap at work. Shit.

Nancy W. Kappes



RE: Tha’ Rheumatiz: Ah, fuck me running!!  My index finger blowed up real good just last month. Now when I point at people, I am one scary motherfucking memaw. Age has it’s rewards? BOLLOCKS. The only good thing is you get to live on Planet I-Don’t-Give-A-Rat’s-Ass-About-Anything. My sympathies are with you, my dear. Just wait till your ass sags down on your thighs. HOWEVER, the good thing about ageing is that your croaker physician will write you script for just about anything. Yee-haw!

Nancy W. Kappes




Fuck me running, but this goddamned rheumatoid arthritis shit has got to go! It’s about 22 degrees below zero with the wind chill and I am at work guzzling vodka under my desk curled up in my Strawberry Shortcake sleeping bag.

Okay, several things. I know you said you work in some religious organization, or whatever. I just bought the Ultimate Trucker Cap. It is the Trucker Cap that All Other Trucker Caps Want To Be. If I knew how to post photos, I would totally do it, but I suck ass with computer shit. Anyhatz, it is white with (are you ready?)



                       Jesus Christ


..on it. How Motherfucking sweet is that?? I am totally wearing it all the time, flipping people off in traffic, pretending I have Tourette’s Syndrome  (have you ever done that? The Tourette’s I mean—it’s a complete blast) screaming at random strangers, “Lick your leg for a quarter, baby!” and “Wanna buy some heroin?”. The only thing is now I so have to get one for LaBloggess  to wear at work or just out on the town. (I totally would have bought all they had, but it was the only one left.) Cool, n’est-ce pas?

So have you named the Wonkster yet?  ‘Wonky McVincent” has a nice ring to it and instead of piercing his ear, you could cut one off. Plus, he’s named after family.


So, I’m drivin home from work one summer eve and am crusin thru a funky part of town when all of a sudden this enormous, gigantic black woman comes out on her porch and bellows:


 I mean, see above in red letter, oh, jesus christ, I am driving all over the fucking sidewalk, over curbs, wetting my pants, diet coke coming out of my nose, choking on cigarette smoke,crying and thinking I was going to have a heart attack. She named her child after, so help me God, a motherfucking COOKING UTENSIL I mean holy fucking shit, what is up with that?  There you have it. The tale of the Best Name Ever.

Nancy W. Kappes



Ah, shit, Dude!  Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote “The Hokey Pokey” died yesterday at age 93.  When they put him in the coffin, they put his left leg in. That’s when the trouble started.


Nancy W. Kappes

Paralegal Tranny Mess


What the fucking hell?  Maybe the goddamned cat WANTED to be all goth and shit….I send this as a warning, so when Mr. Pickles or whatever the hell you decided to call him, gets his shit done, close the curtains. I want to get a teany weany dog, shave its back and tattoo BAD MOTHERFUCKER on it.


Nancy W. Kappes




Whoa! That happened to a friend of mine when we were all hallucinating our fucking asses off on some—er….well, I read this story where some guy I never knew was on DRUGS which we know are BAD, but he was on some blotter acid and was driving his car. Okay, so we know DRUGS are BAD and I TOTALLY NEVER DID ANY but this guy in the story saw a “donkey” in the middle of the road (this was in I read it was in New York where you would never see a fucking donkey in the road) so he thought he was hallucinating and shit, and just kept driving.  Into the motherfucking donkey that was totally standing in the middle of the road.  In New York.  At least that’s what it said.  Sorta.

Nancy W. Kappes

Paralegal  The Acid Queeen I Never Done No Drugs,Officer, I swear, But Why Does Your Head Look Like a Cockatoo


Jennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn (my head hit the keyboard—we had a big-ass lunch party and my head is lolling around like a bladder on a stick.

Fuckity fuck fuck fuck! What the fuck? What is going on with your feet?  Jesus Christ, it sounds like you have Hilary Clinton cankles.  EWWW!  DRUGS FOR LA BLOGGESS, STAT, MOTHERFUCKERS!

Now, see if you lived near me, you would totally not have this problem, because I am always PREPARED for emergencies, biatch! Like a hangnail, and you need just 25cc of Chinese black tar heroin, hey! It’s all good!  I don’t know about high school, but as I told my grrlz when they were of age: Mommy is going to know:

1.  What you’re on

2.  How much you have done

3.  Whether you are liking it or not

4.  If you have any for mommy

So, my sweet little 20 year old  comes home the other night and I’m all, “Fuck! Who’s been smoking fucking Thai Stick? I haven’t seen that shit in years!!!”  Well, after I told her as I said before that DRUGS are BAD and you shouldn’t do them, unless you don’t have a choice, and maybe your mother needs to make sure you are smoking only the Very Best Weed, but OKAY CHILD PROTECTIVE SERVICES, I SO DID NOT SMOKE WEED WITH MY KID. GOT IT? Thankyouverymuch

p.s. bite me

okay so, jens, I totally know wh…shit! THEY’RE HERE! BASTARDS!

Nancy W. Kappes

Paralegal Totally Needing Bail Money 


DO NOT TAKE THAT SHIT! What the fuck kind of a goddamned doctor do you fucking have anyway???  You need one like mine where I’ll call up and be all, “Hmm. Yes it’s Ms.Kappes and I need refills on my vicodin, valium, dexadrine and dilaudid. Oh, and throw in some more syringes. And some morphine suppositories*  Of course I want them delivered you bitch! Who do you think you are talking to? DO NOT make me come in their with my                                        

          Jesus Christ

hat on an get all the fuck up in yo’ grille.”

See if you can get Lyrica-it’s usually for nerve pain, but it’ll give you a decent buzz. Wash them down with brandy.

Sounds like you need some help out there and if I fucking show up, those motherfuckers will be SMOTE! Word.

Looking out for all Your Medical Needs,

Dr. Nanola Whitini

*oohh, morphine suppositories! You’re high before your finger is out yo’ ass! (A slogan I tried to market to them. Unsuccessfully.  Stupid Bastards.

Oh, yeah. Here is a very olde tricke which I have been playing for years. Before a big party, fill your medicine cabinet with fucking marbles! Yes! Cause you know those spying little dope-fiend friends of yours are totally going to be raiding that shit, right? The fun comes when some sucker opens it up, and…let’s just say it is one of the loudest godamned noises you’ll ever hear. Over your ringing ears, scream, “BUSTED MOTHERFUCKER!” Great party game.

Now you git out there and try to score for some good shit that won’t make hair grow all over you. NO! WAIT!! SEND VICTOR OUT! Yeah, with the kids in the car seats-you ALWAYS get a better deal and better shit when you bring the kids to buy dope. (free tip from me.)

Nancy W. Kappes


Okay, I know! We can do like the ole college days when you sent your buddy at Cornell a letter with LTS on it (meaning lick the stamp.) However, my carrier got wind of mah little  trixy and he is now in the Cayuga Penitentiary for the Criminally Insane (it’s just that they had chains strong enough to hold him down.)

What about making tracks on your arm and heading down to Ye Olde Methadone Clique? WAIT! What is wrong with this picture?? I’m tellin ya, make fucking Victor do something besides bitch like a white chick all the time. HEY! VICTOR! PUSSY-MAN! YEAH, I’M TALKIN TO YOU, ASSHOLE! YOU’RE THE GODDAMNED MAN OF THE FAMILY, NOW PUT THOSE KIDS IN THE BACKSEET AND GO GET YOUR WIFE SOME MOTHERFUCKING DRUGS ALREADY.! Jesus. Didn’t your mama tell you how to act like a MAN??

You Better Stay The Fuck Away From My Area Code,



And before you ask, yes.  I did ask Nancy for permission to publish these and I even offered to change her name or block out the law firm she works for.  Her response: 

Fuck, Woman, you don’t even need to block shit! My Thank-You-Baby-Jesus Ex-husband’s name was “Philip Miles” and he goes by “Big Fat Fucking Dumb Ass-Hat Motherfucker” I mean “P. Miles” and he actually got a letter from someone addressed to “Piles Krappes.” As God is my witness, baby; don’t make me do that goddamned Scarlett O’Hara Turnip Scene. I’d send you the actual envelope (hells, yes, I kept it!) but it has snot all over it where I was laughing my guts out.  What the fuck, post it. Everyone at works knows I am an alcoholic drug addict with a big, fat smart-ass fucking mouth who will put a cap in yo ass if y’all fuck about with me. Besides, how much do you think a skanky ho with a “Jesus Christ” trucker cap could get an hour? Fucking tons! “Hey Buddy! You want Jesus to suc….oops. I better have a nice tall glass of shut the hell up right now. See? Even for me some things are untouchable.

Nancy W. Kappes

Paralegal Unemployed Drunken Slut Junkie 

Comment of the day: I think she’s real. And also a Rage Against the Machine fan. I found this review she wrote

Grandmother-to-be-Gets-Wish Fulfilled
By Nancy the Oldest Rage Fan in the World from Indianapolis, Indiana on 8/27/2007

“Yes, this old soon-to-be (next week) Grandmother, fulfilled a long-time dream to be able to experience a Rage Against the Machine Concert. “D***!” said Nancy W. Kappes, who drove from Indianapolis with her daughter (19 yrs-not the pregnant one) “If we had Rage Against the Machine in the 60’s we would have blown up even more stuff! Viva Zapata” The 53 year-old (who only looks 29!) now just needs to hold her grandbaby and she can die in peace! Thank you, Rage Against the Machine! The very old woman also suggested it would be a good thing for the band to stay together or she would, “Come back and haunt the you-knnow-what out of you! And it won’tbe pretty!” ~ delia

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  1. I NEEEEEEEEED a “Jesus Christ” hat soooooo bad. It would drive my conservative Minnesota town crazy! Half would think I was being disrespectful and the other half would think I was an super Evangelical 🙂

  2. These are the freaking best ever emails. But I read them all in Elaine Stritch’s voice.

  3. This is going to be the ONLY THING that gets me through my hell day of working for a bi-polar, ultra conservative, JESUS CHRIST christian white man. Thanks for that! 😀

  4. i read it in Leslie Jones voice & saw her too. That was amazing. and so is poet of profanity – very nice indeed!!!

  5. She got me at Judy Garland Trail Mix! Someone in the office was afraid I was laughing at HIM! I could have loved someone like her.

  6. O Lord! Viva the rage- imbued, gifted, voluntary Turrets Queen!!!
    Thanks for sharing, Jenny.

  7. The Jury Garland trail mix caught me completely off guard. I may have broken a rib from suddenly choking laughter. Omg…..that hurt.

  8. I’d completely forgotten about the Judy Garland Trail Mix! She will ever be missed.

  9. Awwwww, I miss the Nancy W Kappes updates. RIP Nancy, you crazy ass motherfucker.

  10. Read these with a Phyllis Diller voice in my head that occasionally morphed into Leslie Jones. I cried tears of laughter onto my computer…

  11. Judy Garland Trail Mix is the funniest thing I will ever hear/read in my lifetime. I love this woman, she is my spirit person.

  12. I can’t believe it’s been 9 years since she died. She was, and always will be, someone I wish I would have met, hope to meet in the afterlife. Thankyouverymuch. RIP Nancy. <3

  13. When I clicked on the link “Maybe the goddamned cat WANTED to be all goth and shit…” it sent me to the Neatorama site, which is fine, but instead of an article about the cat, there was a post on majorly clever constructions signs in Ottawa (where I live – I am your simple happy Pearl Jam fan btw) I had no idea these signs existed.. had to read your blog to vicariously experience humour from my own city. That is some powerful shit.
    PS Spell check, stop telling me that humour is spelt wrong. IT. IS. NOT. yours truly a Canadian

  14. Lady Chablis. The drag queen in Midnight in the Garden. That nails it. I am SERIOUS!

  15. I so-o-o-o-o needed this today. You cannot imagine. Everything I’ve ever thought but censored myself from saying aloud, because … because … I wasn’t supposed to (mother’s voice still stuck in my head and I can’t stamp it out).

  16. Now I need to go through your blog looking for more of JESUS CHRIST Nancy posts. What a gift that woman was.
    PS Glad you’re having fun in Japan!

  17. LMAO…….that made my morning……..thank you jjjeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeeee!!

  18. FORTUNATELY FOR ME I have a daughter who has a machine that prints things on hats, so a “”JESUS CHRIST” trucker hat is definitely in my wheelhouse!
    I am making the assumption she has gone to that big attorney’s office in the sky… I’m certain the folks she’s sharing a cloud with ( assuming she went up, not down ) are laughing so hard they’re all peeing their pants , which is why the rain smells a little funny.
    You have awesome friends, Jenny.

  19. Oh lord!!! I needed a good laugh today. Laughing so hard that I have tears running down my face. This woman was awesome!!!

  20. Damn! I had forgotten about Nancy and her Judy Garland trail mix. Rest In Peace, dear paralegal. Rest In Peace.

  21. Omg I’m dying! I’m laughing so hard my car is shaking! (I’m in the car, not possessed or anything) My coworkers are going to wonder what the fuck I’m smoking on my lunch break!

  22. All I can think of for some reason is Alan Rickman in “Dogma”. I feel like there may be a minor god of chaos, sublime profanity, and overall awesomeness that uses Nancy W. Kappes, paralegal as it’s earth suit to make the world just a bit better. I kind of hope I’m right.

  23. OMG she reminds me of my awesome friend who I met when we worked at an awful store! She was well known in our town by her one of a kind vehicle! She is one badass! I am blessed to have her as my friend!

  24. Dear Nancy W. Kappes, Paralegal, please be my friend. Your emails would make me almost as happy as a Valium prescription. I feel like we could trade stories of the incompetent dumbasses we encounter throughout the day and make each other laugh. Well, I could only hope to make you laugh 1/2 as much as your emails to Jennie are making laugh right now.
    Brooke Galbreath, Librarian

  25. Thank you for sharing. This has made my shitty week so much more bearable. I may print these out and hang them in my office (in the file cabinet) so I can read them every time I have a week as horrible as this one. May we all aim to be more like Nancy W.

  26. Damn! I thought my Kansan gramma had a mouth on her, but, whoa…! I opened this and started reading it while sitting at my desk in my classroom, started laughing so hard the next door teacher came over to see what was up…read her part of it (still laughing so hard I was snorting)…She quickly went back to her room. I’m retiring in three and a half days, and they are all probably glad. Now, I want to know where this woman is buried so I can add a pilgrimage to her grave to my ‘list of s**t to do after I retire.’ I agree with geekchick1013- these deserve to be published for any future grandchildren of this woman. BTW- I doubt I’ll ever look at my kitchen spatulas without hearing her voice in my head…

  27. Thank you SO much for posting these, as I was (at least) one who requested it. They are even funnier than I remembered, and I’m grateful to you!

  28. Nancy sounds like she would be a shit ton of fun, but my mom had the best names of students she encountered. “Pajamin” kinda like pajama, but prettier according to the mom when an inquiry was made and “Female.” Well, the mom couldn’t decide on a name, so she just decided to keep what the hospital named her baby girl. True stories. My mom taught at, um, interesting schools with very diverse student bodies in the 1960’s-1990’s.

  29. Well fuck me runnin’ I, too, was a freshman at IU in 1970. Even though we never officially met, I’m quite certain our wobbly paths must have crossed. I’m feeling right now that my years of sobriety have been a mistake. Rest-In-Chaos major DUDE.

  30. That made my whole month. I read these in Sherri Shepherds voice as Lula (and lets be honest the only good about that movie). I need a pen pal like this in my life!
    PS My auto correct actually fought me on pen pal, kept trying to change it to penis. Which would have taken this comment in a whole different direction.

  31. She immediately got me hooked with the description of her MIL. After 20+ years of marriage, my husband said to me just ONE TOO MANY TIMES, “She’s old. Give in to her.” I screamed, “THAT WOMAN WILL NEVER DIE!” (She survived a severe brain bleed from an aneuyrsm, and later a fall that fractured her skull and facial bones and didn’t die, so I thought this might actually be possible-the not ever dying, I mean). This is the same woman who didn’t like my mother because she was “too cheerful” and, after my father died, when I asked her if my mother could attend Christmas Day activities at their home (she’d spent Christmas Eve with us, but I hadn’t realized she didn’t have plans for actual Christmas Day), said, “No, my table is full.” I wanted to punch her in the throat and scream “HAVE A FUCKING BUFFET!” but all I said was, “If your husband [the nicest man on earth] dies before you, I hope no one treats you the way you are treating my mother.” I think that was the first time I went months without speaking to her or seeing her. I should have known not to marry into that family: dinner conversation at my first visit there was about abortion rights and the second time I ate dinner there, the topic was to consider if Mormons are a cult or not. When she died, I told my husband that I was sorry for him because I know he loved her, but “for me, it’s DING DONG! THE WITCH IS DEAD!”

  32. It has taken me 3 goes to read this whole post. God Bless Nancy!!!! All I can think is that Hell must be having one … {snigger} helluva party right about now. What an absolutely wonderful, mad, crazy fantastic woman!! Thank you baby Jesus, we need more of her around!

  33. I have now scrawled on my medication organizers, “Judy Garland Trail Mix.” I * WILL* be hunting down Nancy in the afterlife, and we’re probably going to end up taking over hell. I love her, and you should release a book of ALL her letters. You’d make a fortune, and I’d have to wear Depends to read it.

  34. I was just thinking about Nancy the other day! Thanks for re-sharing this stuff. She seemed so much fun and I miss reading her emails to you. She is definitely remembered very fondly by this total stranger.

  35. JESUS CHRIST. I want to be Nancy.

    labeling all my meds ‘Judy Garland Trail Mix’ and cranking up the Rage Against The Machine playlist


  36. sheee-it. Spent all morning reading all the back posts about Nancy. Who separated you two at birth?

  37. OH MY GOD…… I snorted my coffee all over my phone, my lunch and my clothes while reading this. I scared the poor cat and nearly choked to death laughing so hard. That was amazing! Lol!

  38. LMFAO! This is the funniest sh*t I’ve read in a while. I’m gonna read it again and again when I need a good laugh.

  39. Any chance you could edit out the T***** Mess line? It’s really not necessary and that word is used as a slur to attack people.
    Not nice at all.

  40. To anonymous above, since we’re getting our laughs at Jesus, conservatives, curse words, those with alcoholism and/or substance use disorder, we can probably, in equal conscience, allow “tranny” to stay.

  41. Oh my, I had forgotten about Nancy–those were the days, those early ones, weren’t they?

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