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We’re Gone For A Day, We Might Die

Postcards From Yo Momma — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 16:00:03 +0000

We’re leaving to go to South Carolina by plane tomorrow and back on Sunday.

Will call when we get back…love you!!!

Mom

PS: If anything happens to us, coordinate with Aunt Sue and Matt. Matt and you will split everything 50/50.

Rude Boy Ringtone

Postcards From Yo Momma — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 15:00:47 +0000

Your brother yelled at me today because I have ‘Rude Boy’ as my ringtone. He told me it’s about big dicks. Ya thanks, I know what it’s about. I just like the tone. Should I change it?

What Did I Do To Deserve This?

Postcards From Yo Momma — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 15:00:58 +0000

Your brother may be suspended from school. Somebody in Mr Harrison’s class, during Paul’s period drew a penis and wrote in all caps, “Mr Harrison is a penis head” on an empty desk. Mr Harrison later saw Paul carrying a black marker and assumed that it was Paul. Paul of course swears it was not him, but that he does not want to rat on the person who did it. Good Lord. What did I do to desrve this kind of crap?

Mom

Mom’s “Hodar”

Postcards From Yo Momma — Sun, 13 Jun 2010 15:00:05 +0000

Backstory: My little brother just broke up with his very wholesome and sweet girlfriend.

Mom: Im worried your silly little brother is going to pick some drunken ho for his wife while he’s in this dumb partying mode lol
Me: hehe
Mom: I know but seriously
Me: i doubt he’d marry one
Mom: I told him not to do that
Me: but i can see him dating one or a few right now
Mom: I KNOW!
scaaaary
I will slap her down
whoever she is
I have good hodar
Me: haha
Mom: I can spot a ho from a mile away

Defend Yourself!

Postcards From Yo Momma — Thu, 10 Jun 2010 14:01:50 +0000

Backstory: My sister is smaller and skinnier than me. My mom wanted her to take a self defense class in college.

me: You never wanted _me_ to take self defense classes.
mom: Well, you’re …. sturdy.

Ever Wonder Where Your Brothers Came From?

Postcards From Yo Momma — Mon, 07 Jun 2010 14:30:53 +0000

Backstory: I was telling my Mom about how my dog ate a loaf of bread off my kitchen counter.

Mom: Rondy, our old dog, ate my birth control pills, foil and all. Spit out the plastic compact. It was all chewed up. Had to take him to the vet because I thought he was going to die…………embarrassing!
Me: hahaha
Mom: 4 1/2 months before I could get a prescription for more at the Air Force Hospital
Ever wonder why your brothers are 19 months apart?

Your Brother’s Taste in Women

Postcards From Yo Momma — Sat, 29 May 2010 20:30:34 +0000

Backstory: My mom and I are conspiring to get my brother to apply for a perfect-for-him internship at an organic nursery.

By the way if you tell Matt there will be hippy chicks working at this nursery he might be interested! For some reason he likes women with hairy arm pits…go figure!

What Goes Into a College Guy’s Care Package

Postcards From Yo Momma — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 19:30:27 +0000

hey i was thinking of sending your brother a care package. Do you think he would like girl scout cookies, teeth whitening trays and condoms or is that too weird?

Embracing the Black Sheep

Postcards From Yo Momma — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 14:30:30 +0000

Backstory: Typical gifts to me from my brother include an air mattress inflater (I don’t own an air mattress), a vinyl Playboy purse, and a used Maglight

I KNOW that I am SUCH a Mother – control-freak – however: please remember to get your brother a card, do not need to get a gift. A home-made from the computer or otherwise would be great. I know that he can be delinquent at times with tangible things BUT, at times, he seems to live on the perifory(?) of our family relationships and I want us to really embrace and focus on him for his 30th B’day. It is a ‘Mother thing’ and I promise that y’all are not left out of the ‘Mother thing’ at certain times. Better stop, while I THINK? I am ahead! XOXOXO MAMA

Going Forward I Am Ignoring Everything

Postcards From Yo Momma — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 18:30:57 +0000

I am beginning to think that your brother is a drama queen. He probably was lying to me about the whole thing that she heard what I said. Going forward I am ignoring everything. Highschoolers really are really a pain in the ass. At least for you, once you achieved college you realized that the parents were not as stupid as you thought. I don’t know if he will ever get to that point. The little shit.

Love,
Mom

Neither Hair nor There

Postcards From Yo Momma — Thu, 31 Dec 2009 14:37:54 +0000

Backstory: My mom is dying for my younger brother, a very low maintenance jock type who has had a buzz cut for the last 10 years, to meet a nice girl. She has several theories as to why he is still single. This is a new one.

I know he has a friend’s wedding coming up. Maybe he will meet someone there. I hope he does. That’s a great place to do it. Not trying to pick on him, but any idea why he doesn’t let his hair grow longer? He has such beautiful hair. If he is concerned about how to wear it, he could go to a salon and have it styled. Just a thought.

Score a Point for Satan

Postcards From Yo Momma — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 17:05:17 +0000

Backstory: My sister and I were arguing about who owed money to whom. We were NOT upset, but my mother heard about it.

Dad called and I told him that you both were upset over money. He said,”My Gosh, I can’t believe that they would get their feelings hurt over a few dollars. Have they forgotten how blessed they are that they have each other and they have jobs and are not starving.”

You two have allowed money to influence your relationship with each other. Score a point for Satan.

Dad told me to stay out of it.

Love, MOM

Tortoise Rage

Postcards From Yo Momma — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 17:30:24 +0000

Your idiot brother bought a tortoise. I am so angry. He knows in a very clear way that I don’t want pets in my house. Plus it needs a light on all the time and so is living in Dave’s room where I sleep a few nights a week, that will have to change. Would like him to return it.

Beware the Savage Beast Girls of High School

Postcards From Yo Momma — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 21:01:22 +0000

Backstory: My youngest brother started high school and is quite into “looking the part”. His hipster-ish look and nonchalant demeanor have already attracted lots of attention from the girls, so mom wanted to make sure he’s safe.

J looked so cute today when I dropped him off at his first day of H.S. He had his skinny jeans on with E’s old Mash t-shirt, and his flip flops. He looked really cute. I prayed with him this morning and asked protection for him from the savage beast girls that were going to be after him.

How to Save Money in Italy

Postcards From Yo Momma — Thu, 27 Aug 2009 13:30:28 +0000

Backstory: My brother Frank took our very fit and youthful 75 year-old mother to Italy for ten days… and found ways to stretch every dollar they spent!

Mom: We had a double room in Rome but we would have had to pay twice as much for two people to stay in it so Frank smuggled me in.

Me: He WHAT?

Mom: We never entered or left the hotel together. I would just pretend to be visiting another guest.

Me: Oh my God!

Mom: And to get a buffet meal you had to buy a token at reception and then present it in the restaurant. So I would really fill my plate and then Frank would slip into the restaurant and eat off it too. (Laughs).

Me: I’m just glad i didn’t have to call our embassy to bail you both out of jail!

SF is sin city, isn’t it?

Postcards From Yo Momma — Wed, 12 Aug 2009 13:30:26 +0000

Backstory: I’m the oldest of four, and my youngest brother, who’s 16, was coming to stay with me for a few weeks in San Francisco. The day before his flight, my mom and I were discussing what he should pack for his trip.
Me: make SURE you pack the deodorant
Mom: you better get a lot of air freshener
Me: ew
Mom: I knew you were going to say ew
don’t worry, he’s good about deodorant
Mom: should he check or carry on?
Me: carry on is easier
Mom: Right
remember we talked about little person, little clothes, little suitcase? Well, imagine your 6 ft brother. his pants take up half a suitcase
Just kidding
Me: tell him to bring some nice shirts
Mom: He lives in his basketball clothes
for better or worse
Me: those are fine for the gym
Mom: no. he wears them ALL the time
Me: but he needs clothes for going out
Mom: yeah. I’ll put it all together
make sure to watch him. I’ve guarded his virginity all these years… I’d hate to see him lose it in a few short days
Me: omg
Mom: what… SF is sin city, isn’t it?

Familial Restaurant Complaints

Postcards From Yo Momma — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 16:59:05 +0000

I know you’re his sister, but my word!I asked for water with lemon, got no lemon. Dad ordered the surf and turf thing, and i SWEAR he ate one of the shrimp before he brought it to the table. He even left the tail on the plate. Needless to say, he only got 15%.

OMG J’s Sheltered Life

Postcards From Yo Momma — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 19:01:08 +0000

Backstory: J is my younger brother. He is 22. This was sent to my work email with this exact subject line.

I’m glad J called me on this one…He told me this customer he met at work from Aspen who was on tour with this singer who sang at the Olympics offered him and his manager each a car and a Jaguar for J. He told them he was doing this cause he was trying to write off taxes and not have to pay. He would ask them each for $1000 just for handling fees. He later “discretely” told J to not to tell his boss, that he would give J the car of $100 instead of $1000! It’s scary that J thinks the whole thing is for real! I told him this was a scam and not to sign anything and not to tell the guy nor give him his address, otherwise he’d come and rob us! I left a message to J not to go for drinks or dinner with the guy under any circumstances. J did not see this as a scam. Maybe you can talk with him.

The Wrong Crowd

Postcards From Yo Momma — Tue, 19 May 2009 13:15:36 +0000

Mom: your sister is hanging out with the “wrong crowd” it really upsets me.

Me: why do you say that?

Mom: she says that they hang out on the bleachers. What do you think they do there?

Me: I’m going to take a wild guess and say… Sit.

Mom: no I don’t think so. Well ttyl love you. Oh by the way your brother told me he believes in zombies… I’m really worried about your siblings. Plz talk to them.

What’s the 411?

Postcards From Yo Momma — Tue, 05 May 2009 15:58:29 +0000

Backstory: My sister and I were driving home from a Britney Spears concert and were IMing my mom to tell her about it.

Me: Tiff had a crazy dream about strawberry milk last night.
Mom: Why doesn’t that surprise me.
Me: It went on and on. She will give you the 411 on it later
Mom: I can hardly wait.
Me: So then you know what 411 is?
Mom: information, details, etc.
Me: You’re so smart.
Mom: That’s why I’m the momma/knower of all things.