It’s Hell bein’ stupid.
My wife and I have a motto: “Two bodies, one brain.” I guess it’s not really a motto, though, more of an observation.*
*The corollary to this is that there are times when one of us has the brain and the other does not.
We love one another like crazy. And it’s a little easier to do so at a distance.
“All things in moderation”
We have two.
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It only takes two people for an argument. Based on the face that we bicker about every little thing. My dad and I have had epic arguments about which route is the fastest. It drives my mom nuts, but Dad and his whole extended family will bicker and argue just to kill time if they are bored.
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What time is our next meal? Again, the entire family plans there day around where are we eating and at what time, and what food. This can tie in with number 1.
Long before WWJD* our family had, in honor of our most competent member, What Would Aunt Betty Do?
- We were really pissed when the Christians ripped that off, too.
Don’t wake Dad unless you’re bleeding.
“In 20 years it will all be a joke.” (KoDad)
**Never let them see you cry.
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It’s a sign of weakness.
We don’t even cry at funerals.
My mother always said
- if you can’t say anything nice don’t say anything at all*
My father always said - if you don’t tell the SOB that he’s acting like an ass how do you expect him to improve?*
My mother’s side: Fortitas
My father’s side: We love sheep.
Just take things as they come. Don’t worry, be happy. Don’t expect failure.
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We never really had a family slogan. The family came apart too easily, I guess, and we were scattered to the four corners of the province. If we did have one, it would probably have something to do with music.
If I ever get awarded a coat of arms, the slogan will be: Rigardu, kaj vi ekvidos. Which means, “Look, and you will begin to see.” It’s a line from a song.
Singular? 
Nothing is ever simple.
J’espere
Dammit, you stole mine! Seriously, though, that’s what I tell my daughter before any visits to her grandparents or aunts and uncles.
My dad’s was, and is, “Chance favors the prepared mind.” Not sure where he got it, but it has served me well, and I suffer the consequences when I choose to ignore it.
If I had asked either of my parents what our or their family motto was, hilaritry–no, strike that. Amusement would have ensued.
I have always liked Esse Quam Videre (To be, rather than to seem)
Tomorrow has its own
“If you’re going to be dumb, you’d better be tough”
“Let’s not talk about it.”
The coat of arms of Mom’s family, or a branch of it way back, said “Firm.” A useful thought. The closest I have to a motto is the motto of my classroom, which is “Disce aut morere.”