Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Off the record with Crazy Uncle Brother

My little brother is in town for a job interview. For being a punk brother, I sure do miss his mug.

He looks normal, I know.

But don't be fooled. He's not called Crazy Uncle Stephen for no reason!

I thought it would be fun to interview him for my blog.

(Ha! When I started "thinking" is precisely where I messed up.)

Anyhow, take the following with a grain of salt and consider the source. This information is from the same kid who tripped me ON PURPOSE in our parents' driveway when he was in high school and I was in college.

I had to have bandaid's y'all. It was that bad.

ME: Hey Stephen, I want to interview you for my blog. Just because.

BRO: 'kay.

ME: What do you think about when you think of us growing up together?

BRO: Honestly, you were the only sister I was scared of... the only one. That and you were the best farter.

ME: What?! I was the best burper! I could burp on demand and burp the alphabet. I didn’t fart.

BRO: Are you kidding? You were the worst by far.

ME: Okay, I’m ending this interview right now.

See what I mean? I was tormented by him! And HE LIES.

But I'll forgive him because he did give me a cutie-patootie nephew and all. That's gotta count for something, right?

Aaah... Who am I kidding? I'm going to miss him when he goes back to Washington tomorrow. He is funny, kind, intelligent and just plain fun to be around. I also give him points for being the only boy out of five siblings-- and living to tell about it.

Even if the telling sometimes includes lies and all.

(PS Are you offended that I used this "f" word? I hope not, though I will be the first to admit that it is quite an unladylike term.)


Tracy said...

Brothers...they NEVER GROW up!

maria said...

Aww. You made me miss my bros. We have had funny and goofy times. Thanks for the share!

Christine said...

I have a cousin that we call crazy cousin Jim...when his nephews were small, he'd call them and tell them to go jump on their bed, just to drive their dad crazy!

You post great pictures Marsha!

Anonymous said...

hehe... He sounds an awful lot like my brother.
The craziness, I mean. Maybe I take part sometimes too, but only sometimes.
Like the time we were at Walmart and we pretended(loudly) that we hadn't seen each other in years, like running at each other and hugging. It was hilaious (but it was probably a, "you had to be there" kinda thing.) :)

Kathryn said...

Not offended by your term at all :) You are so funny! :) My oldest sister was the best burper....complete with this arm gesture that used to crack me up. I think she was the "pro" in the "f" department too...she used to kill us with the silent deadlies :)

Christine said...

Yeah... I don't really remember you being the best at the "f" word but you were pretty darn good at the burping. It was quite entertaining. He definitely wasn't the only one scared of you. YOU were quite the scary little girl with those fingernails and all. :P
Thanks for posting pics of Bro. I miss him too. I wish that if he gets this new job it wasn't taking him so far away from me. :( I miss my sibs. I love you!!!

Ruthanne said...

Too funny!

The best farter. *snort*

Funny, embarassing story: When I was in 10th grade, my boyfriend (insert eyeroll) was at my house and started tickling me - I let one rip and wanted to die of embarassment. The bad thing is he went home and told his family and for the next three years I was known as "Pooty Rudy" . . .

live4evermom said...

Hey, when there are boys around the word fart comes with the territory. Loved your story.

Lainie said...

Okay, so two things... I could burp the alphabet too! So excited. AND I am only twenty minutes from the Washington border so, you know, depending on where in Washington he is, I could totally run up there and give him a noogie. Ya know, if you wanted :)

hee hee... my brother came for his very visit to Oregon in May and we had a blast. I hope you guys get to truly enjoy each other.

Melissa Stover said...

he's a funny one! i can so see milo doing that to his sisters years from now.

Dawn Camp said...

Now look at you using this "f" word after advising me not to use the "a" word! HA! ;-)

My youngest son will someday be the only male in a house with four girls. The other boys are a lot older than him - the next one up is 7 years older. I guess it's good to know he may live, even if warped by the experience. :-)

Heidi said...

I like you and I don't even know you! Anyone who was the best farter in the family AND could burp on command is amazing in my book! :) I don't know what region you live in, but I wish it was close...