Pssst — hey you guys, it’s me. Wacky Mommy. Hockey God gave me his password so I could clean up the spam in here. The spammers, they want to party with him! They like his site as it is Great! Also they show an abnormal curiosity about his, uh, butt. And who can blame them?
He wasn’t thinking that maybe I’d post while I was tidying up. Heh heh heh heh (maniacal cackling). The power! It’s in my hands! I could really hotrod it through his blog if I wanted. Vroooooom, vrooooooooooooom… I mean — I could put up girly-girl quotes (wait, here’s one: “People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within” — Elizabeth Kubler Ross). Or there are always cute potty training stories, or I could share a crumb cake recipe or two.
Here’s another quote:
“As I get older, I just prefer to knit.”
– Tracey Ullman
From “Postcards from the Edge” (1990)
Julie Marsden: “You’ve got to learn to deal with your feelings, Suzanne, before they deal with you.”
Suzanne Vale: “Do you always talk in bumper stickers?”
Julie Marsden: “You know, addiction isn’t the problem – it’s the solution.”
Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip! Yeah that’s the sound of him being whipped by me. I would not do that to the big fella.
I bid you adieu. Hope you are doing well, wherever you are.
PS — And a joke: “Why did the monkey fall out of the tree?”
Answer: “Because he was dead.”
And here’s a link to Dad Gone Mad, best-known for pissing off Rockstar Mommy by nicknaming her “Crotchstar Mommy.” So. Not. Okay. And second-best known for such quotes as: “But if one of those little shits (is) whining about needing (to) leave the field to take a leak in the middle of our moment of glory, Iï¿½m kicking him off the team. For some things, you hold it ï¿½ even if that means pinching your wiener and doing the pee-pee dance in front of 40,000 people.”