Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Postcards from Yo Momma

Blogger Jo from A Cup of Jo pointed me to this website today: Postcards from Yo Momma. I can't wait to get old and send Emmet and Becca demented messages. Here are some good ones:

Please cleanup your facebook. Sex, drugs, lesbian stuff, no religion. People look at that before they hire you - Pres. Bush gets reports about this stuff, too. Listen to your mother — have a little common sense for goodness sake. Have some Christian values!

Your mother
Oh no! You don't want to have your name written down in the National Directory of Lesbians!
The news is out! Dad bought me a Webkinz. It is reallly well designed and is the biggest craze I’ve seen in a long time.. It is comparable to the tamgachi and beani babies of your early youth. Every first grade through 5th grade student has one. They are awesome, yet a bit addicting.

I need your help. I can’t make enough money to feed my Webkinz. I have failed at three jobs so far. Please do not check my resume. My Webkinz has survived on pudding which is the sale item.

Please tap into my account and do something about it. Remember, I can get kicked off the site if not used appropriately. No mating of Webkinz. Any ways here is the information you will need.
I found Alladdin!!!
I am also looking for the mario game with the Princess and Mario’s brother he was green and had funny feet. I dont remember the name of the game.
please bring hose appropriate for church - I know Jesus went barefoot/sandals, but ladies wear hose in church if nowhere else

have a great day & smooth flights


  1. I love it. Mainly because postcards from my mom would go more along the lines of "I am sending you this new face cream I bought on QVC that works wonders on your boobs. Try it! Especially on your nipples! And don't forget to water your azaleas--last time I was over they looked thirsty! Love, Mom."
    So to someone like me a reminder to wear pantyhose at church seems so cute.

  2. Do all moms sign their e-mails "MOM" in all caps? I thought that was an idiosyncrasy of mine, that she wanted to remind me that SHE was my one and only mother.