This morning I received this from Jim’s mom. I’ll admit, I cringed when I saw the subject line of the email sitting in my Inbox. I love Jim’s mom very much; she’s a Dem with very Liberal views, but despite that, she’s a very sweet woman. :)
All I could think was “Oh Lord, here we go … ” LOL!
Here we are already discussing the future President of the United States in the Year 2008. Well, I have my own candidate; and I’m sure that once you know who I’m voting for, you will also agree.
For those of you who would like another choice for President, I have the best solution: It is probably time we have a woman as our President. My choice, and I hope yours as well, is a very special lady who has the answers to all of our problems.
PLEASE give her your thoughtful consideration…
MAXINE FOR PRESIDENT!
Very eloquently put — don’t you think? ;)
Maxine on “Driver Safety”
“I can’t use the cell phone in the car. I have to keep my hands free for making gestures.”…….
Maxine on “Housework”
“I do my housework in the nude. It gives me an incentive to clean the mirrors as quickly as possible.”
Maxine on “Lawn Care”
“The key to a nice-looking lawn is a good mower. I recommend one who is muscular and shirtless.”
Maxine on “The Perfect Man”
“All I’m looking for is a guy who’ll do what I want, when I want, for as long as I want, and then go away. Or wait nearby, like a Dust Buster, charged up and ready when needed.”
Maxine on “Technology Revolution”
“My idea of rebooting is kicking somebody in the butt twice.”
Maxine on “Aging”
“Take every birthday with a grain of salt. This works much better if the salt accompanies a Margarita.”
“I’m telling you . she’s the perfect candidate.”
The only two things we do with greater frequency
in middle age are urinate and attend funerals.
The trouble with bucket seats is that
not everybody has the same size bucket.
To err is human, to forgive: highly unlikely.
Do you realize that in about 40 years,
we’ll have millions of old ladies running around
with tattoos and pierced navels? (Now that’s scary!)
Money can’t buy happiness–but somehow it’s
more comfortable to cry in a Porsche than a Kia.
After a certain age, if you don’t wake up
aching somewhere…you may be dead.