"He should quit his job at HP and make snickerdoodles for a living." Mom, about Mark.

"What are you implying? I'm with it. I'm hip. I'm down with 'e-mail.'" Matt S., after I congratulated him for actually responding to an e-mail.

"Let go all the unhappiness and celebrate for the new year!" Cheeckers, to me.

"Yeah, that's why people like me–I'm good at huggin and stealin!" Mike, alluding to my last Boston visit.

"I hope he's doing well there living in Middle Earth." Mark, on our friend who named is child Thayle.

"Thank you–bob it." Mom, on her popcorn machine I got her.

"No, it's fine. Is it returnable?" Dad, on the golf wine stopper I got him.

"Hey, how come it doesn't sing the bopper–only the moo. It's hard for it to compete." Deed, on the mooing cow cookie jar vs. the bobblehead doll.

"Thank you everyone for my lovely travel bag." Mom, on a present she bought herself.

"Just second–intermission." Dad, changing his shirt before opening more presents.

"So far I have all the bob things." Dad, on the new activity of bobbing the Mikey Niner bobblehead doll when you really like a present.

"Why do they give me money? I'm so rich already. I'll take it!" Deed, being saracastic about a money gift.

"Triple mooo!!!!" Dad, on the evil Green Bay hat we got from the relatives in WI.

"I hate flying." Ryan, the one training to be a commercial pilot.

"Mark is always like a stripper register." Eric, on Mark and all of his dollar bills.

"Why did she have to call you something?!? Why didn't she call me something?" Ebs, on his Jerry Springer encounter fighting for a parking space at the great mall a few days before Xmas.

"Don't know if there's a mother but if there is I want her head on a platter." Eric, on the mice in his house.

"Scandalous!" Grant's signature line in Vegas.

"Liv Tyler has elf ears." Me, to Dice during the Two Towers.
"Yeah, but they're still sexy. Not that many people can pull off elf ears, but she can."

"We could then hang out... I'm sorry, but I'm kinda happy that you are not working! :-P" Cheecks, to me, letting me know she'll be back in the area for a few weeks.

"I have more bruises from dance class than I do from hockey games!" Hope

"Hmm. Now you just need to go see my energy guru and really freak yourself out!" Loeby, on my horoscope.

"Yeah, wow–pretty freaky. I hate it when horoscopes are right on. My sister used to read them a lot. I don't read them anymore." James, on one I sent him that was supposed to be for me one day.

"Looks like a lot of fun (drinking, eating, playing)." Cle, on my ofoto pics.

"This is symbolic–we're eating them alive!" Mom, on eating cheese right before the Packer/9er game. Too bad our massive cheese ingestion didn't help the outcome. :-(

"I love football. I don't know what I'm gonna do after football season is over--I may go into post partem depression." Me, to mom.
"Then you can call my aunt and do peer counseling." Mom, to me

"Talk to you tomorrow. Don't call me between 1 and 4pm." Me, ending out Sat night conversation by reminding James of my Sun football schedule. Of course, he called the next day at 2pm.

"Where are those chocolates with the alcohol in them? Those were really good!" Leslie, at Mers the day after her holiday party.

"It's the best stripper picture ever!" Kimi, on the pic from Leslie's bachlorette party on her fridge.

"Let me know when you'll be in the bay and not gallivanting around on your magical mystery tour." Javy, to me.

"Cori says she gets Eve withdrawl when she doesn't see me for a while." Me, to Ryan.
"Yeah, we all do." Ryan

"Her head's in the 95th percentile and her body is less than 40 percentile. She looks like a big caramel apple." Malt, on her baby Sophia (Sorry if those aren't the exact correct percentile numbers).

"Wow, Eve, you look great! Depression and unemployment really suits you!" Malt, to me

"Ooooooh.... I'm jealous... I have Tivo envy. Stace, on me getting more space on my Tivo. 180 hrs, baby!!!!

"Hey, how come you look so pretty today?" Dad, to me, on a day when I got my hair cut.

"Wanna make a bet?" Boris, to me, on the Packer/Niner game.
"What would that be?" Me
"Wisconsin Brats For Napa Wine?" Boris

"Macs suck. Scientists suck. Work sucks. It finally stopped snowing." Stace, not having the bestest day.

"I've never eaten so much in three days before." James, on my weekend trip to LA.

"I'm glad they won–the day will go better for me." James, on the Niners winning when we were in Pasadena.

"Be nice to me. I'm leaving the country and you may never see me again." James' line, to a girl at my aunt's party.

"The dollars are for him; I save the 100s for you." James, to Roho, after giving Grant tips for pole dancing at my aunt's holiday party.
"Where's my 100? You mean I pole danced for nothing? Roho

"That's 12 meals!" James, on us being in New Orleans for 4 days. Gosh, how I love James.

"We can still do it if your sickly. Sick doen'st mean you shouldn't drink." James, on my planned building up my tolerance weekend with him in LA.