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Submitted by mojo on Thu, 02/14/2008 - 7:02am
I'm sitting here watching the fluffy local news (yeah, like the national is any better, but I digress) and as usual they feel the need to waste Mojo's valuable time with filler stories on how much people spend on Valentine's Day.
How much does Mojo and her Favorite Husband spend on V-Day? Answer: Zero. Nada. Zilch. Not that we don't Love Each Other, heaven forfend. We just don't seem to follow society's mandates when it comes to showing it.
I have never ever EVER ascribed to the disturbingly pedophilic weirdness that is the Love Is... comic strip--even when I was a child I thought it was vaguely disturbing, let alone nowadays when THIS one just sort of leaves me with my jaw dropping--but our LUV also does not include the usual stuff--flowers, candy, etc. MORE Mojo! »
Submitted by mojo on Wed, 08/30/2006 - 6:37pm
More of Mom's Plaques Foisted Upon Us!
No, Mojo's Favorite Mother did not paint these. Either they were purchased or just given to her as gifts. And after keeping them for however many years she has kept them, she now feels the need to part with them. Why now? Sigh. I don't know. Mothers can be inscrutable that way. I discovered a long time ago you are far better off just nodding and smiling at them and occasionally grunting "uh-huh" if there is too much blank space. But you DO have to pay attention somewhat, or before you know it you have volunteered yourself for some charity service near and dear to Mom's heart. And you just KNOW when your mother says "Really, it's just this tiny little bit--you'll be in and out of there within an hour" you have just destroyed an entire day, and possibly the day before, helping to set up and heaven only knows what else. And while you're doing that of course there will be some sort of crisis and everyone will be throwing their hands in the air and while Mojo is going along with the crowd saying, "Man, that's too bad" you will hear that chirpy motherly voice you know so well saying "Wait a minute! MOJO has a pickup truck! We can have MOJO drive over and pick the stuff up and deliver it here! You'll do that, won't you, honey?" and everyone starts smiling and thanking you while you just stand there wondering what happened. Because one moment you have a feather duster in your hands and the next thing you know you are lugging cinderblocks with some fellow you don't even know, who has so obviously gone to the Tow Truck Driver's School of Weirdness and who seems utterly determined to scratch your poor little truck's paint job. But I digress. MORE Mojo! »
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