The Family

Welcome to our blog documenting our adventures working for Parks and Recreation Parks Depeartment (aka the chain gang). We'd like to intorduce you to our family. This family is the strangest and most dysfunctional family you will ever hear about.

Like most, we have a mother, a father, two grandfathers, a crazy uncle, and a godfather.

Like most, our grandfathers are old. They're kind old men, who's greatest joys come from a morning cup of coffee, their trash girl granddaughters, and wild bunnies running free through Quail Cove. 

Like most, we have a crazy uncle, who no one knows how he is related. He appears to be as old (if not older) than our grandfathers, which fills our minds with wonder. It's not a topic of discussion in our family. He spends his free time dating younger women who mistake him for a rich old man.

Like most, our godfather is not a man to mess with. On a daily basis he threatens people's lives with his truck, which he should not be allowed to operate, seeing he can't even use a cell phone. In exchage for our lessons on technology he teaches us the ways of the godfather and brings us donuts.

Like most, our father is a quiet man. He shares a few words with us each morning before leaving us in the care of our mother. His dry sense of humor and fear of mice make him slightly more approachable. We strive to make him proud.

Unlike most, our mother is a man. Our motherly figure (aka mama AJ) is a cowboy. His inappropriate jokes and sailor mouth may give him the apperance of a harsh man, but he has a kind heart. He tells us our papa appreciates all the work we do. Also he feeds us.

There are 9 children in our Parks and Rec. family. We are divided into 3 groups: The Lone Ranger & Tonto, The Boys, and of course The Trash Girls.

The Lone Ranger, is just a white guy, there's not much else to say. Tonto, is a real live indian. He was born to the Chief's wife under the full moon. With his first cry the wind whispered "Kkkoodddaahhh". They prep baseball fields. A dependable crew, unlike the boys.

The Boys, are our younger brothers. They mean well, but they sho is hard on mama. It causes pa stress when they don't do they's work. But we love them none the less. They come to us for dating advice and they take care of repulsive bags of garbage for us. You could define our relationship as mutualism.

The Trash Girls, are a vision from heaven really. We, along with the third trash girl, are the favorites of the family. Our natural charm, grace, and southern accents have won over every mans heart at the office. We bring the much needed woman's touch to the workplace.

We had a family cat. He lives on a farm now.