In this quiet little place...

Proverbs 31:25-26&30

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Word to the wise.

If you should so ever find an apparently abandoned pink, velour hoodie on the school playground and you pick it up to take it to the lost and found and realize that it smells like s***, chances are that, upon closer inspection, you will find that this is because...
someone
wiped
their
a**
with
it.

Sunday, October 05, 2008

Some helpful v.p. advice.

Ooooh. This was a LONG dry spell. I'm afraid I've lost all of my groupies. *sigh*

A letter to Sarah Palin.

Dear Sarah Palin,
First of all, I want to tell you that I think that it's cool that you're a governor of a big state and all. In a cold state too, which I give you props for because I freaking HATE being cold. You're probably cold all the time. That would suck.
Also, I want to tell you that I feel bad that you're getting all ripped up because you don't know a lot of government... stuff... I'm pretty sure that a lot of other governors don't know a ton either.
HOWEVER, since you are running for vice president under a really old potential president, I need to tell you, as a fellow American sister, that I make a lot of fun of you behind your back. I have forgone any Saturday night plans the last couple of weeks to catch Tina Fey also make fun of you.
I do wish to state that I watched your debate and was somewhat surprised that you (sort of) held your own. On the other hand, the whole Joe Six-Pack thing is REALLY sexist and ridiculous sounding and I was annoyed that you kept diverting all of the questions. Mostly though, I would like to inform you that the politically correct way to speak of people with special needs is PERSON FIRST. For instance, "I have a child with special needs," which is the opposite of your statement that you have a special needs child which pissed me right off because you should know this both as a v.p. candidate and as a MOTHER. That was lame.
I do think that you are pretty though. And you wore high heels through the entire debate and I bet the floor was hard on your feet because I know it would have been on mine.

Sincerely,
Sara A. Stockinger