Random post about my brothers
I thought I'd post about my brothers. I have four of them. That'll give me something to do other than the minimal work I need to do.
Paul - My oldest little brother. Let's see...he's 22 about to be 23. The most annoying part about him? How stinkin' talented he is!!! Seriously, folks, whatever he's doing, he's good at. He has an absolutely amazing voice. He could easily make a living as a singer if he was given the opportunity. He was a part of many singing groups in high school and they even recorded some CDs that they sold at a local level to help pay for missions and such. He can act. He has amazing vocal skills. He just becomes the character he's playing. He can beat box. There was, at one time, a video of him on YouTube as a missionary doing a beat box routine for a friend. He was a party clown for a short period of time creating awesome animals and things out of balloons. He is just so talented. His singing talent has caused him to be a little conceited about it, though. And he won't really sing with anyone he doesn't think it up to his calaber, but he's still great at it.
He was supposed to be getting married to a really great girl, Tiersha, this Friday, but as I mentioned in an earlier post, she needs open heart surgery. They met out in California while he was on his mission there. They made no promises to each other, didn't really say anything, just knew they liked each other. She went on a mission and he came home. She had to come home early from her mission because of her heart. Her parents flew him to California to see her, and they were engaged really fast after that. She is one of the sweetest people. I haven't really had a chance to spend any time with her, but I talked to her on the phone and talked to my family who spent time with her and she's just really a great person. And she knows just how to deal with Paul!
Paul and I didn't really become friends until the summer I was going to be leaving for college. Somehow, that summer, we got along really well. I was sad he wasn't at my wedding, but I guess it's fair since I won't be at his. He's a good guy. A little conceited about some things and hard to talk to sometimes, but he's still good.
Kyle - My second little brother. Right now he is in South Korea. Yea, he's in the army. He was very involved in ROTC in high school and signed his military contract before he'd graduated. Kyle was always interested in cars and mechanics. He would take things apart for fun. So, while he's a Scout in the army, he is definitely on his way to doing other things for them along the way. He plans on being a career soldier, much to my mom's dismay. I think part of him is doing it for our grandpa. He and grandpa were closer than father and son. I thought it would kill Kyle when grandpa finally passed away and was cremated before Kyle got a chance to say goodbye. But, Kyle was able to present my grandmother with grandpa's flag and he went with grandpa's best friend to scatter the ashes on the mountain.
Kyle can actually sing really well too. He was in choir for awhile, but I just think he is too left-brained to really dedicate himself to that kind of thing. But I like hearing him sing.
He won't be home for Christmas, but he'll be back shortly after. He is stopping at home for a couple weeks on his way to Fort Hood. Mom is freaking out because Fort Hood is next on the list to deploy soldiers to Iraq. I'm really proud of Kyle. I'm scared too, but I'm so proud that he's doing this. And he's doing it because he loves America and wants to defend it. I think that's really admirable.
When he does finally retire, he wants to live on our grandpa's ranch. I really, really want to live there with Dave, but Kyle got dibs on it. And he should since he and grandpa practically lived there during his summer stays. He wants to take care of grandpa's interests when he's done with the military. So, that's Kyle.
Justin - Hmmmm...if I end up having a homosexual brother, he will be it. Just things he says and does...*shrug* But, anyway!!! *laugh* He is the biggest momma's boy of the family. When he was little, heaven forbid mom went anywhere without him! He would cry and cry. He's a crier. In fact, the night of my graduation, we all had to walk up the stairs of the stadium to get to the gym where we could meet up with friends and family. As I'm walking up the stairs, I see Justin crying and trying to get to me. He thought that at that VERY moment that I would be going to college and he wouldn't see me! I think he was like 4 when he did that. He's in 7th grade now.
He WAS in orchestra, playing the upright bass, but he just gave up on it for some reason. He has tried many sports, but nothing has really stuck. He gets outshined by Ryan. He likes to clean! What 7th grader do you know that likes to clean? I think he struggles to find things that interest him that he is also good at.
Right now, I'm really concerned about him emotionally. I really think he has some issues. And mom agrees, but she won't do anything about it. I suggested she just give him some herbal supplements to see if they'd help even him out, but she won't. He just blows off the handle for no reason at all. He'll go from pleasant to crazy in a snap. He needs counselling at the very least, with maybe some meds just to boost him until he figures out what's going on. I really hope he gets the help he needs before it is too late and the problems take him over permanently.
Ryan - The baby of the family. And one of the biggest reasons I don't think I'll ever truly be close to my mom. Not without him between us. When my parents told us they were pregnant with Ryan...I flipped out. Ok, I did. I admit it. I told them we couldn't afford another kid. I was in like 7th or 8th grade at this time. Maybe 9th. I don't remember. But, I didn't take it well. Once, when I was home visiting from college, Ryan (now like 2 or 3) and I were playing in his room with his cars. My mom came to the door and watched us play. And then she said, "Maybe someday I'll tell him that you didn't want him in the family." That has stuck with me all this time. I know I should let it go. But I just couldn't believe she'd say such a thing to me! It was so hurtful. I know I had overreacted, but I was a dumb teenager! Anyway, moving right along:
Ryan is my mom's dream come true. Her entire family life she's wanted a child she could watch playing sports. She thought she had it in me, but in high school, I chose band over sports. But Ryan is her athlete. He plays them all and is good at them all. Right now his big love is football. He wants to play in high school. Oh, he's in....6th grade, I think. Not only will he be the athlete, but he'll be a ladies' man too. He's just too cute.
He gets along really well with Dave. Ryan wants to be a cowboy too. And Dave is, so he latched onto Dave very quickly. They understand each other somehow. I really think Ryan wants to be like Dave when he grows up. It's cute.
So yea, those are the other men in my life. It is because of them that I want boys when/if I have kids of my own. I helped raise all of them but Paul, so I feel like I know what I'm doing. They were pains. And don't even think we were all happy and got along all the time. We had huge fights, but I think now that we're all growing up and getting space that we care for each other much more.
Paul - My oldest little brother. Let's see...he's 22 about to be 23. The most annoying part about him? How stinkin' talented he is!!! Seriously, folks, whatever he's doing, he's good at. He has an absolutely amazing voice. He could easily make a living as a singer if he was given the opportunity. He was a part of many singing groups in high school and they even recorded some CDs that they sold at a local level to help pay for missions and such. He can act. He has amazing vocal skills. He just becomes the character he's playing. He can beat box. There was, at one time, a video of him on YouTube as a missionary doing a beat box routine for a friend. He was a party clown for a short period of time creating awesome animals and things out of balloons. He is just so talented. His singing talent has caused him to be a little conceited about it, though. And he won't really sing with anyone he doesn't think it up to his calaber, but he's still great at it.
He was supposed to be getting married to a really great girl, Tiersha, this Friday, but as I mentioned in an earlier post, she needs open heart surgery. They met out in California while he was on his mission there. They made no promises to each other, didn't really say anything, just knew they liked each other. She went on a mission and he came home. She had to come home early from her mission because of her heart. Her parents flew him to California to see her, and they were engaged really fast after that. She is one of the sweetest people. I haven't really had a chance to spend any time with her, but I talked to her on the phone and talked to my family who spent time with her and she's just really a great person. And she knows just how to deal with Paul!
Paul and I didn't really become friends until the summer I was going to be leaving for college. Somehow, that summer, we got along really well. I was sad he wasn't at my wedding, but I guess it's fair since I won't be at his. He's a good guy. A little conceited about some things and hard to talk to sometimes, but he's still good.
Kyle - My second little brother. Right now he is in South Korea. Yea, he's in the army. He was very involved in ROTC in high school and signed his military contract before he'd graduated. Kyle was always interested in cars and mechanics. He would take things apart for fun. So, while he's a Scout in the army, he is definitely on his way to doing other things for them along the way. He plans on being a career soldier, much to my mom's dismay. I think part of him is doing it for our grandpa. He and grandpa were closer than father and son. I thought it would kill Kyle when grandpa finally passed away and was cremated before Kyle got a chance to say goodbye. But, Kyle was able to present my grandmother with grandpa's flag and he went with grandpa's best friend to scatter the ashes on the mountain.
Kyle can actually sing really well too. He was in choir for awhile, but I just think he is too left-brained to really dedicate himself to that kind of thing. But I like hearing him sing.
He won't be home for Christmas, but he'll be back shortly after. He is stopping at home for a couple weeks on his way to Fort Hood. Mom is freaking out because Fort Hood is next on the list to deploy soldiers to Iraq. I'm really proud of Kyle. I'm scared too, but I'm so proud that he's doing this. And he's doing it because he loves America and wants to defend it. I think that's really admirable.
When he does finally retire, he wants to live on our grandpa's ranch. I really, really want to live there with Dave, but Kyle got dibs on it. And he should since he and grandpa practically lived there during his summer stays. He wants to take care of grandpa's interests when he's done with the military. So, that's Kyle.
Justin - Hmmmm...if I end up having a homosexual brother, he will be it. Just things he says and does...*shrug* But, anyway!!! *laugh* He is the biggest momma's boy of the family. When he was little, heaven forbid mom went anywhere without him! He would cry and cry. He's a crier. In fact, the night of my graduation, we all had to walk up the stairs of the stadium to get to the gym where we could meet up with friends and family. As I'm walking up the stairs, I see Justin crying and trying to get to me. He thought that at that VERY moment that I would be going to college and he wouldn't see me! I think he was like 4 when he did that. He's in 7th grade now.
He WAS in orchestra, playing the upright bass, but he just gave up on it for some reason. He has tried many sports, but nothing has really stuck. He gets outshined by Ryan. He likes to clean! What 7th grader do you know that likes to clean? I think he struggles to find things that interest him that he is also good at.
Right now, I'm really concerned about him emotionally. I really think he has some issues. And mom agrees, but she won't do anything about it. I suggested she just give him some herbal supplements to see if they'd help even him out, but she won't. He just blows off the handle for no reason at all. He'll go from pleasant to crazy in a snap. He needs counselling at the very least, with maybe some meds just to boost him until he figures out what's going on. I really hope he gets the help he needs before it is too late and the problems take him over permanently.
Ryan - The baby of the family. And one of the biggest reasons I don't think I'll ever truly be close to my mom. Not without him between us. When my parents told us they were pregnant with Ryan...I flipped out. Ok, I did. I admit it. I told them we couldn't afford another kid. I was in like 7th or 8th grade at this time. Maybe 9th. I don't remember. But, I didn't take it well. Once, when I was home visiting from college, Ryan (now like 2 or 3) and I were playing in his room with his cars. My mom came to the door and watched us play. And then she said, "Maybe someday I'll tell him that you didn't want him in the family." That has stuck with me all this time. I know I should let it go. But I just couldn't believe she'd say such a thing to me! It was so hurtful. I know I had overreacted, but I was a dumb teenager! Anyway, moving right along:
Ryan is my mom's dream come true. Her entire family life she's wanted a child she could watch playing sports. She thought she had it in me, but in high school, I chose band over sports. But Ryan is her athlete. He plays them all and is good at them all. Right now his big love is football. He wants to play in high school. Oh, he's in....6th grade, I think. Not only will he be the athlete, but he'll be a ladies' man too. He's just too cute.
He gets along really well with Dave. Ryan wants to be a cowboy too. And Dave is, so he latched onto Dave very quickly. They understand each other somehow. I really think Ryan wants to be like Dave when he grows up. It's cute.
So yea, those are the other men in my life. It is because of them that I want boys when/if I have kids of my own. I helped raise all of them but Paul, so I feel like I know what I'm doing. They were pains. And don't even think we were all happy and got along all the time. We had huge fights, but I think now that we're all growing up and getting space that we care for each other much more.