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You know you're a ZUBER when...

Its Sunday, and that means that my family is downstairs watching "America's Funniest Home Videos." Obviously, I am not downstairs partaking in the home video watching...and for a good reason...AFV is on 24-7 in real life here at the Zuber house...why would I waste 1 whole hour of my life to watch other people get hurt, get scared, or do silly things when I can just watch my own family?!?!?!?!

So, in the spirit of America's Funniest Home Videos I have decided to create a post entitled "You know you're a ZUBER when..." to capture some of those quirky, scab-producing, hilarious, ridiculous moments that happen all the time around here. Enjoy...

You know you're a ZUBER when...
You love Christmas blowmolds more than life itself...


You know you're a ZUBER when...
You look serious while giving the "peace" sign in your "burnt-stuff" storage unit...


You know you're a ZUBER when...
You break your nose and need a "nose-cast"...


You know you're a ZUBER when...
You are just cRaZy!!!


You know you're a ZUBER when...
Your neighbors parked the homecoming float in their driveway and you decide it is the perfect photo-op!


You know you're a ZUBER when...
Your daughter takes a "lovely" picture of you while flying home from Iowa! (love you mom!)


You know you're a ZUBER when...
You come to visit April at Space Camp and take a shot into space...


You know you're a ZUBER when...
Your sister gives you cRaZy curlz for prom! (And oddly loves playing with curling irons!)


You know you're a ZUBER when...
Your cat looks dressed for a Hawaiian vacation year-round...


You know you're a ZUBER when...
Sonic at 11:30pm sounds great when you get done being a counselor to 15 8-year-olds all day!


You know you're a ZUBER when...
Your craziness starts to rub off on your bellchoir quartet!


You know you're a ZUBER when...
You love playing with play-doh at work and working the duck pond at the Fiesta!


You know you're a ZUBER when...
A trip to the Space and Rocket Center sounds better than Disneyland!


You know you're a ZUBER when...
Even the snow is taller than you...


You know you're a ZUBER when...
You're old and you still play softball...


You know you're a ZUBER when...
You give tours of your slab!


You know you're a ZUBER when...
there are no words for this...


You know you're a ZUBER when...
You're old and compete in the yearly "kicking contest"...



And here's the fellow old-guys...


You know you're a ZUBER when...
You use the camera as a mirror to see how ridiculous you look in all that snow gear!


You know you're a ZUBER when...
You dream about conducting like Lawrence Welk...


You know you're a ZUBER when...
You live in a truck?


You know you're a ZUBER when...
You look like a blast from the 50's in your Mesa City Band jacket...


You know you're a ZUBER when...
You make a gofer face like this in the boat...


You know you're a ZUBER when...
You resemble a TWA survivor at the lake...


You know you're a ZUBER when...
You build a robot named Bob that wins the competition...


You know you're a ZUBER when...
Your house is known throughout the neighborhood as "The Christmas House"...


You know you're a ZUBER when...
Your life is this tough...

You know you're a ZUBER when...
You can dance around like this... (warning: terrible dance moves ahead!)



My parents always say, "We need to laugh to keep ourselves from going insane." Hope this post helps with your insanity :-)

Comments

  1. ahh the live of the zuber... so classy... so refined... and HEY! sonic is amazing after putting up with a million little brats all day!

    love

    >Chris

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  2. I am not that bad of a dancer.

    >Heather

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  3. I did not know that being a Zuber was hard work!

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