shit your parents say

When Kristin broke up with her boyfriend, Sally offered her special brand of parental comfort and sympathy by saying, "You're never going to get married, are you?"

Actual phone message left on my sister Kirstin's voice mail after she had not heard from mom in a couple of weeks....

There was a large group of us kids ranging in age from 3-7 that played together in a big pack. We didn't always get along. Rick, one of the neighbor's sons, often picked on my little brother. One day mom had enough of Rick giving Mike a hard time after he came home crying and ratted out Rick.

"Aww geez those brandy slushes gave me such heartburn yesterday. Give me another one." - Sally

Note to parents:

When your young daughter has hair like this...
...and you get tired of brushing out the tangles, taking her to the barber instead of the beauty salon because the barber is cheaper and closer to the house is TOTALLY NOT COOL!
And, no. Putting her in a frilly dress does not make her look any less like a boy or make the other kids in preschool less likely to tease her on a daily basis.
Neither does sticking a random barrette in the front of what is left of her hair. All it will do is piss her off so that when she is 46, she will co-author a blog highlighting dumb shit you said and did to her growing up.

"Jesus Christ! What are you wearing? You look like a god damn Polack! Go and change before the neighbors see."

"Ahhhhh! Get out of here with that bloody nose! Stick a snowball on it until it stops. THEN you can come inside!" - Sally

When I was 4, I got a red bike for Christmas. I remember it being very tall and getting a bit scared when Dad put me on it because the training wheels wobbled. I was really tall for my age though and a typical tricycle would not fit my long legs. A "big girl" bike with training wheels was a logical thing for Santa to bring. Since it was winter and we were in Wisconsin, the bike was put away to wait for spring.

When spring arrived, I finally got to ride the bike. It was still a bit intimidating, but I finally got the hang of the training wheels and rode it everywhere. The only problem was the training wheels came loose very easily. I was constantly bugging dad to tighten or adjust the trainers.

Dad had decided he finally had enough with the damn training wheels and took them off. He concluded his life would be much easier if he didn't have to keep looking for the wrench and doing repairs. Unfortunately, I was still 4 and did NOT want my training wheels off. After repeated attempts in the driveway, I was just not catching on to balancing and dad was getting really frustrated. He then came up with the idea that if I was going down hill I would have some momentum and it would be easier for me to balance.

He took me and the bike in to the alley behind the house and pointed it down the slope. With the momentum I actually was able to balance. Unfortunately, the alley was not that long. It ended in a T. And while I had learned balance, I had not yet figured out breaking OR turning. The grassy area at the end of the alley might have been a good place to crash, but the property owner had recently had some sharp, pointy, white landscaping rock delivered right where the alley ended in front of the grass. Of course, this is where I crashed.

My shiny read bike was now a mess, my hands were cut up, my knees and elbows were scraped, and I had a bloody nose. Dad ran down the hill and I also saw mom running behind him as i screamed my head off in pain and fear. They got me to the house and cleaned me up. Well, Dad did anyway. Mom was in the bedroom yelling at dad for sending me in to a pile of rocks while we were in the kitchen. Since mom couldn't stand the site of blood, she refused to come out until I was cleaned up. As dad was rinsing all the blood off I remember him saying....

"Don't worry Sal. I bet she'll miss the rock pile tomorrow."

Kris: "Mom can I go to church with grandma?"

Sally: "Why in the hell would you want to do that?"

Kris: "I dunno, to hang out with grandma?"

Sally: "You better not come back and ask me to take you, cause that is just not going to happen!"

"NEVER take the last Pepsi. The last Pepsi is ALWAYS mine. I might need it if I catch a hangover."

Sally's comment after her 3rd child, Kristin was born and she only weighed 6 lbs.

"I can't believe I got so fat because of that little turd!"

After hearing this, Michael began calling his new sister "Turd". It is her nickname to this day.





Fat, pregnant or really, really constipated?

9:00 am on a typical Saturday morning

"Just keep your comments to yourself or don't say them at all." - Dave D.

"Don't like what I cooked? Tough! I guess you will just have to starve to death. Besides, it looks like you could live off the "fat of the land" for a while." - Sally

"Michael James! How many times do I have to tell you that you have a little SISTER and not a brother. You can't teacher her things like belching on command!"

Mike teasing Kristin: "You were an accident!"
Mom: "Ha! You and Linda were the accidents. Kristin was the only one that we wanted!"

"LIN...MICHA...KRIS...RUSTY..... OH YOU KNOW WHO THE HELL YOU ARE! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Submitted by Abi Fae

My mom once asked me and my sister, while watching my brother walk into his high school...

"Is he gay? He walks like he's gay. I really think he has to be gay. Your brother is so gay."

After that, every time he had a friend to the house she made comments about them being lovers.

While walking through the door, Pete drops Linda's 16th birthday cake on the floor completely ruining it.

"What? I only dropped it because the house looked so messy. I guess you should have picked up."

Said to Linda about Kristin...

"It is a good thing your sister is cute. She sure as hell can't cook!"

Linda: "Mom! Stop giving the dog chicken bones! She'll choke!"
Mom (as she hands the Irish Setter another chicken bone): "Well what the hell do you think I am trying to do? The damn dog just wont die!"

Pete: "NOW what are you reading?"
Linda: "Romeo & Juliet"
Pete: "You read too much. You don't need to read, you need to do chores."
Linda: "It's for English class tomorrow. I have to finish reading it and write a report."
Pete: "Tough shit. Go chop some wood. I want a fire tonight."

Mom: "Hey Kris, are you a lesbian?"
Kris: " Uhhhh no."
Mom: "Are you sure?"
Kris: "Yeah."
Mom: " Well you know you and Bridget look like a couple of dikes. Of course you're the lipstick but you look like dikes."
Kris: "OooooKaaayyyy."
Mom: "Well let me know if you change your mind."

Sally's advice to her 2 daughters

"Men...they are all idiots. It just how much are you going to put up with is the question."

Mom: "Are you hungry? There is pork in the fridge."
Vegetarian Daughter: "Mom I still don't eat meat".
Mom: "So it is in fridge just eat it."