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We are Sara and Jim. We worked together at a place called SESDAC that you wish only existed in your nightmares. We also had classes together. We're both brilliantly smart and you'd never even guess that. We're also really funny which astounds most people. We like to be nice, we like to be mean, we like to talk about randomness, we both speak Indian languages, make homemade pizzas, and love iTunes. We both have degrees and jobs. Neither of us are losers but we live in loser-ville. We are racist to each other to show our deep and profound love and appreciation for each other. Someday we'll write a tell-all expose book that will shock and astonish and amaze people. Someday we'll also be rich and Jim will live in Sara's basement. Jim is now BFF's with Sara and her Dweemo husband, Nolan. We are here to pump. You. UP.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Award Winning!

I follow a blog about Mrs. Obama and they just posted an entry about a recent fundraiser/award ceremony hosted by the Kennedy's. Here's the kicker, it was also for Senator Ted Kennedy's birthday. Oh and at this award ceremony/birthday bash/fundraiser thingmajiggybobber, Senator Kennedy was given the John F. Kennedy Profile In Courage Award.

Hold up a sec. Aren't you a Kennedy? Winning an award from the Kennedy's? Shouldn't you be exempt because you're a blood relative? Shouldn't you be presenting the award or something? There is just something so self-servicing and ignorant about "winning" an award from your own family- especially when you're the Kennedy's for goodness sake. What, do they have mini award ceremonies all the time for each other?

"Our two competitors for skinniest member of the Kennedy/Bouvier clans are Maria Shriver and Caroline Kennedy! Oh! Caroline wins again! Because it's the KENNEDY AWARD for skinniness! Come get your award girl!"

I better start holding the Sara Olson-Liebert awards, otherwise known as the SOL's, and only award myself.

I want a popsicle.

Chatterbox Sara

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