Monthly Archives: December 2011

A long time ago, in a galaxy far away, I wrote about my relationship with my mother and how it can be compared to poo in a punchbowl. I’m all about the classy metaphors, y’all. Well, the punchbowl was stirred, … Continue reading →

The girls had a wonderful Christmas. Santa, who is clearly a meth head, brought them art supplies. There is paint on my ceiling, people. Hope you are having great holiday times, as well. Hugs – Fokker

Stitch is one of those kids who has the perpetual sniffles. She seems to be allergic to anything in the air; pollen, mold, dust, dander – and whatnot. She gets it from my mother, whom I think may also be … Continue reading →

Good Samaritans are anonymously paying off people’s layaway bills at K-mart. This is resulting in an outbreak of joyous weeping, gratitude, and a resumption of the Christmas Spirit. This is an anti-Scrooge maneuver. I heartily approve. Speaking of Scrooge … … Continue reading →

Lilo and Stitch were in Christmas Pageant at our church yesterday. Amazingly, it went well. Lilo did not break out into an impromptu solo of “Hark! The Herald Angels Came!” and Stitch did not freak out at the reality of … Continue reading →

Paul Krugman is now calling our economic circumstances a depression. Bear in mind that Krugman is not only a Nobel Prize winner and very smart, he’s also been proven right in his forecasts most of the time, with one study … Continue reading →

You know what I want for my daughters as soon as they are 13? Nasty thongs with demeaning slogans! I mean, what better way to teach my daughters that once they have tits they need to start conceptualizing themselves as … Continue reading →

Before I get onto todays rant, which is very ranty indeed, I would like to take a minute to note the massively warped comments in my comments section over the last two days. Y’all are oversharing deviants. You are my … Continue reading →