Monday, April 30, 2007


Brother 2: I found the perfect birthday present for Cousin J. A super toilet.

Me: He wants a toilet for his birthday??

Brother 2: He told me, he's sick of plunging. It would be the perfect present.

Saturday, April 28, 2007


Dad: Fuck.

Me: What?

Dad: Just in general.

Thursday, April 26, 2007


Dad: If you're going to belch, you might as well make it disgusting.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007


Mom: I think I need to upgrade you.

Dad: Ok. If you need the original me, I'll be in Montana.

Mom: I wouldn't go all the way to Montana to get you. I don't think I like Montanta.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Girly Calendars

Dad: Whoa!!

Me: What?

Dad: That calendar has one of the same pictures as the girly calendar I made a couple years ago!!

Me: You made a girly calendar?

Dad: Yeah. No one sent me one, so I cut out pictures from the magazines and glued them into the scenic calendar. It was kinda hard to get the perspective right, and to find the right sized pictures. I still haven't gotten a girly calendar this year, I need to get one for the shop.

Me: That is not in my job description.

Monday, April 23, 2007


Buddy, our golden retriever, is almost 12 years old, and gets gunk in his eyes that we have to clean out.

Mom (talking to the dog): This is so disgusting. Your eyes are so gross. You have poop eyes.

Saturday, April 21, 2007


I have a box turtle named Carmine. Brother 1 got him for me for Christmas. Today, it was really nice outside, so I let him run around the backyard (basically digging a hole in the mud and sitting in it for hours). Brother 2 was mowing the lawn, so I had to bring Carmine up on the deck so he wouldn't get run over.

Dad: Did Brother 2 hit your turtle with the lawn mower??

5 minutes later...

Mom: Did Carmine get hit? That would be gross, turtle guts shooting all over the lawn!

My family is nice.

Friday, April 20, 2007


Brother 2: I almost died last night. I farted under the blanket, and then I rolled over and the smell escaped. It smelled like taquitos.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007


Brother 1 is rewriting the lyrics to Fergelicious, in which he implies that she is, in reality, a transvestite.

Brother 1: I put the boys on rock rock.... what the hell does that mean anyway?

I'm running down the block, rubbing on my cock. I'm Fergelicious

You don't know what I got, I'm Fergelicious.

(He's not finished yet... one idea is to rhyme Promiscuous with "fist this"... I'll keep you all updated)

Tuesday, April 17, 2007


Brother 1: I hate you.

Me: Why?

Brother 1: 'Cause you haven't gotten me Flaming Hot Cheetos yet.

Monday, April 16, 2007


Dad: What are you doing?

Me: Making a list of things I need to pack for my vacation.

Dad: Write me on that list. You can bring me with.

Me: You can come if you want.

Dad: No... this is your vacation, you need to take a vacation by yourself, so this summer when we drive to Montana and your brothers and mother are annoying you, I can say, you already got a vacation. I only get one vacation and am lucky I get that. Do you know why?

Me: Why?

Dad: No rest for the wicked!!

Wednesday, April 11, 2007


Dad (with a terrible southern accent): Have you seen my glasses? I think I might have dropped them in the crawdad pond.

I pick them up off the seat of the fork truck.

Me: Found them!

Dad: The fork truck stole them. Mother fucker.

*I'm on vacation in Virginia, so I won't be posting much this week.

Monday, April 09, 2007


Me: It smells like bananas in here.

Dad (sniffing): I don't smell anything.

Me: It's not just the office, it smells even more like bananas out in the shop.

Dad: It was probably the Easter Monkeys taking over last night.

Sunday, April 08, 2007


Brother 1 has a bit of a love trapezoid going on w/ 2 roommates and a jealous ex-girlfriend. He was mad at me for calling 'cause he had been getting girl freaking out calls all afternoon.

Brother 1 (in his best announcer voice): Little do they know, Brother 1 doesn't give a fuck.

Friday, April 06, 2007


Dad: People keep asking me if we're going to be working on Friday.

Me: What's Friday?

Dad: Good Friday. I keep saying, Good Friday is not a holiday. We didn't take off for Hanukkah or Kwanzaa or Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday*. We are patriotic mother fuckers. We believe in separation of church and state.

*not quite sure why Martin Luther King Jr.'s b-day is lumped with those...

Thursday, April 05, 2007


Dad: I am going to throw this apple right at your forehead... and watch while it explodes into a million pieces... and you fall to the floor like a sack of bricks.

Replace apple with whatever he's holding in his hand at the time (gear, sandwich, rock, brownie, shoe and glasses have all been featured). I've heard variations on this sentence about 20 times in the past few days.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007


Me: You've been really violent lately.

Dad: Yes, I have. I think because it's spring. Spring makes me more violent than usual.

Sunday, April 01, 2007


Cousin J: I knew I had lettuce down my sleeve!