The Boys

This blog is dedicated to my brothers who give me a seemingly endless supply of laughter. I will try to let you know a little bit about each three, and why it is that they can make me laugh as much as they do.

Here they are.....

Shane is the oldest boy. He turned 16 in September. It is really fun to have a brother who is old enough to date and drive and be interested in girls. I am a little protective of him, but he takes it pretty well. Shane is the self proclaimed muscle man of the family. All of the girls think he is just the most handsome boy ever. Pff. He has enough of an ego as it is. Add all of the senior girls at the high school thinking he is handsome, and humility doesn't have a chance! Despite the fact that he knows the girls like him he is such a gentleman. To his credit he's never even held a girls hand. Way to go Shane! Shane is the fountain of random knowledge that no one really needs to know. In the middle of a meal or a movie Shane will say something along the lines of, "Do you know what kind of food an african dung beetle eats when it is in heat?"...and then he spouts off the answer. I hope he gets to be on Jepardy someday.

Kade is the next brother. He is 14 and stands 6 feet 2 inches tall. Pah hah! Even thinking about Kade makes me laugh. He is oober talented in music. The kid picked up a guitar one day and decided he wanted to be able to play, so now he can. No lessons, no nothin. The dang dufus just figured it out. It made me so mad! Out of five kids that are all so different he and I are the most similar when it comes to personality and sense of humor. I'm afraid he got a lot of his weirdnes from me. Oops. Girls love him already because he is easy to be around, he hilarious, he sings like a full grown man with a gorgeous voice, he can sit down at the piano or with a guitar and play whatever he wants, and like I said before he can make just about anyone laugh. As he leaves a room he is often known to shout one of these two phrases, "I love ducks!", or "I like girls!". He is doomed to be a lady's man. Sigh. It isn't my fault they are all related to me and people love them... :) riiiiiiiiiiiight. He is known for the "Elvis Slide" wherever he goes. The Elvis Slide is the smooth move of throwing out a leg as you walk to free yourself of the uncomfortable sensation that a wedgie gives. I'm so proud....

Last but most certainly not least in the game is Wyatt (I always call him, and he always answers to "Goober") Wyatt is another monsterishly huge boy in our family. He just turned 12 in October and he stands about 5 feet and 10 inches. He is solidly taller than me, and outweighs me by a few pounds :) This boy brings so much joy into my life. Hehehe. I am laughing out loud thinking about it. When we go to Wyatts baseball or football games, a couple of things ALWAYS happen. First of all we always overhear perplexed or frustrated parents saying something along the lines of, "What is that huge boy doing out there?! There is no way that he's 12.." My mother has threatened to start carrying around his birth cirtificate everywhere we go so people stop accuse him of being "slow" because he is so big. He is actually always at the top of his class just so you know :) The other thing that always happens is one of my favorite things in life to witness. Especially in baseball, when wyatt is in the outfeild, and nothing is getting hit to him by all of the normal, small 12 year olds, he sits out there in his own little world and does a dance of sorts. It kind of looks like his limbs are taking turns turning into jello. Someday I hope all of you get to partake. That is when strangers look at my partents and say, "Is that your kid?" and I say, "It sure is theirs!"

I adore my brothers. I know I can't do them or their hilarity justice in this short blog, but I had to try and share with you all their awesomness! If you ever want to see videos, just let me know. It makes it so much more real... :D Here are just a few more pictures.The End.

Because of Demand....

I was repeatedly asked what my wonderful paper self would look like. Well here you have it. This is me in 2D.

My Paper Family

For my sister Kim on her mission we all made paper portraits of ourselves. This is how we all turned out. This first one on the top is Wyatt. He is a football playing, hot dog weilding, big eyed, tooting goober.

This is Kade. He went to great lengths to make sure his construction paper hair looked just right. That is pretty much how it is in real life too. He's also basically in love with his guitar. I'd be surprised if he'd ever be able to love a girl that much, and trust me, he likes those a lot too.
This is Shane. Hehe. I like to call him Shane the Shirtless Wonder. It has almost become an official title around our house. While he was making this I had no idea how it was going to turn out. This is a pretty accurate presentation of what he sees when he looks at himself in the mirror..... :D Love you Shane.
This is mom. She is known under many names. Queen being first and foremost, there is also:camp director, master, the trap, oh and don't forget the greatest mom ever.
This is obvioiusly dad. He was concerned about making his bald spot look accurate. I think he did a great job. :) Just to clarify, the finger being held up is definitely a pointer finger, not the one often used for other, more obcsene hand signals. My dad is amazing. He is one of the most "larger than life" people that I know. I mean that in terms of his personality and qualities as well as his physical stature. Everyone loves him. Including me.

Like you could even know that...

...that is what I am afraid all of my professors are going to say with a smirk as they write the questions that will be on my upcoming finals. This infernal week called finals week really truly designed to make every person pull their hair out! I am losing plenty of hair. If next time you see me I'm sporting a shiny, reflective, floor-wax look on my noggin don't be surprised. Some of my classes have left me feeling like I have no way to be truly prepared, and I'm not okay with that. Especially since if you fail a college course people tell you that you are basically going to fail at life. AH! NO! I DON'T WANT TO LOSE MY BEAUTIFUL, PROMISING, EVER TWINKLING FUTURE TO A 1000 LEVEL GEOGRAPHY CLASS!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!
phew. cough. sorry. Glad to have that out of my system.

Ultimate quote of the Day

Karlie: "There are PLENTY of red balls...."
weird silence as little brothers continue to put tinsel on the tree
Shane: "That sounds funny....ornaments. Red ORNAMENTS..."
PAH HA!

A date with the stuff that comes out of the end......

Below is told a very sad story....except its not so much sad as it is HILARIOUS! You should all probably wish that this would happen to you....(Dialogue is not exact. I dont have THAT good of a memory)

Once upon a time there was a very nice boy named Jon. The very nice boy named Jon asked a girl named Karlie Jean out on a date. "What shall we do for our date?" she asked. "Well I heard you like swinging," he replied, "Why don't we do that?" And so they did. When they got to the park they swang and they talked,but they soon realized a person can only swing for so long before it loses it's thrill, so they decided to go play on the playground. While they were jumping and frolicking on the playground equipment all of a sudden Jon says, "You know what I've never done?" "What?" asks Karlie with great curiosity. "I have never gone down a slide at night time before!" "Well," replied Karlie," Today is your lucky day because you have several here to choose from" So he chose the tube slide and away they went. Well Jon went down first, and Karlie Jean followed after him. When she reached about half way down she noticed a dark streak of something in the middle of the slide. She thought it was mud so she avoided it as best she could. When they reached the bottom of the slide she felt Jon should know about the dark streak, so she non-chalantly said, "Jon, you might want to check the back of your pants. I noticed something in the slide when we were on our way down." He gave her a curious look and then reached his hand back behind him. What he found there would scar both of them forever.
"There is something there. It's squishy" He pulled his hand forward to examine what residue had been placed there from off of his now soiled behind. He just stared at it for a moment. Then he slowly lifted his hand to his nose and took a slight whiff. And then he said words that changed our lives...okay maybe just our night...forever. "It's poop. And it doesn't smell like animal poop." There was human poop smeared all down the back of his leg. Now, as the narrator of this tale I failed to mention that Jon was a recently returned missionary, and had not yet quite adjusted fully to dating life. He simply stood there with a mortified look on his face. Karlie Jean could not help herself. She was overtaken with laughter. She was so overtaken with laughter that she was pretty much rolling on the ground because of it. They used the flash of the camera of the other couple that was with them (good old Mark Sam and Jenelyn) to find out all of the damage that was really done. Luckily the damage to Karlie's pants were minimal, and she had managed not to get any on her jacket. They sat on an old jumpsuit on the way home, and had the windows all the way down. It was freezing. Poor Jon washed his hands about six times and couldn't get rid of the smell. So, he sprayed some cologne on his hand and they went out for Asian slushies.
The date was deemed a once in a lifetime success!

Frozen Orange Juice

You know how everyone has some really weird thing that they do? ( don't try to convince yourself that you don't have one. I know you either do a ritual dance in your underwear right before you go to bed every night, or make "come hither" faces at yourself as a rule every time you look in a mirror). Well among other things that I won't divulge here, one of my weird habits, is to eat frozen orange juice. I buy those gallons of "real orange juice", the really cheap ones, then I pour a glass, stick it in the freezer for approximately 3 hours, and then I delight in its taste and texture as I spoon it into my mouth. I don't know why, but for some reason it's texture is amazing to me. Some people might claim that texture has nothing to do with enjoyment of food, but that is FALSE. Of the many things I inherited from my father, one of them is a complete intolerance for inappropriate textures attached to what I put in my mouth. I also attribute my good health so far this fall to the high amounts of Vitamin C I have taken in through this frozen goodness. Another amazing thing about it is it's ability to make me feel like I am getting a treat/dessert, when in all reality I'm not. It feels like a treat because #1 It is frozen when you eat it, and pretty much only treats do that, and #2 is simple. Like I said before, it is simply delightful.
So, if any of you would like to somehow get the satisfaction of a delicious treat, without actually eating one, try the wonderful world of frozen orange juice!

Hmm....a blog? Yes a blog.

So. I recently found out something rather alarming. I am out of touch. With what you ask? Why! With the world of course! I am so out of touch with happenings that I have not yet acquired a blog. Well...I have now, but I hadn't...but now I have...
I have been told this is a fact that should put me to shame. Consider my wrists slapped and my tongue peppered. I am now repenting. My hope is that I'll post something once a weekish. As of now these posts will be primarily for myself, since no one else I know knows about it yet....We'll change that with time. Now I'm rambling. Blast. So I hope this blog can be of some interest to someone...Hannah, that means you since you put me up to this madness.... TTFN!