"You're cheating on me with another brother"

Meet... Kevan.
aka... MY NEW BROTHER!!!
AND...
Below I will provide of list things that set "new brother" apart from... well... you know who you are.
Here are the types of things that my "new brother" does and says...
First... Classic "new brother" texting... (after a Jazz game)
"AWESOME!!! Take that Kobe! Nice 3 pt Memo Money!"
See... now this is the kind of text a brother should send.
Something like,
"oh... sorry that your Jazz didn't have it in them. They just aren't good enough to beat the Spurs"
This my friends... NOT good brother texting! And another thing... spending the whole 4th quarter typing such trash, is like twisting the knife! This is the kind of garbage that is not appreciated by amazing/hero-ish/best person I know and want to be just like, sisters should have to endure. It's really sad... just plain sad!

He

1. Can admit that i am funnier than him. He just accepts truth as truth!
2. NEVER utters garbage like "I'm not in the mood for this EVER!" at her while sighing and pinching the brim of his nose, or "I've killed for less than this!" when all his sister is doing is trying to be nice and loving and provide him with the best life, and brother sister relationship she possibly can.
3. He NEVER throws his child's rolled up dirty, nasty, poop infested diaper at his sister in an effort to satisfy his own amusement! I'm tearing up right now just thinking about it.
4. HE NEVER EVER EVER uses his sister as a threat when disciplining his children by saying such things as "If you don't stop it I'm sending to you to play at aunt Tahnee's!" (sniff, sniff... tear).
5. He never blames his gross man-like sounds and smells on her either!!!!!(that one deserved 5 exclamation points!)
6. He makes time to go sledding with his sister... AND IT ROCKS!!! (I'm opting to leave out other things like ultimate frisbee, basketball, horse shoes, nerts, capture the flag, etc. I didn't want to create large lists in an effort to make a point).
7. He believes Twilight is NOT and never will be anywhere NEAR inappropriate reading material.
8. He likes vampires over werewolves and believes EDWARD FAR EXCEEDS JACOB IN EVERY WAY!
9. Wally's head was NOT put on his body, and he would never utter such ridiculous lies!
10. His sisters did NOT try to kill him growing up, and he is NOT ruined emotionally because of them.
11. He accepts that his sister can out shoot him.
12. He does not argue at the dinner table with 7 year olds in an effort to prove that his smarter than them. Nor does he yell at them and say "HEY! I'm in college!!!" to prove that he is smarter than said 7 year old homeschooler. (shaking head)
13. His conversation topics consist of more than "do you know that this dirt is so old it was here when our pre-ancestor, ancestors roamed the earth as apes.
14. He would admit that his wife is laughing right now due to the context of the above mentioned characteristic, AND admit once and for all that his sister has far exceeded his pee wee level of humor.
15. When it is diaper changing time, he does not call for Aunt Tahnee to try and convince her, in a way that degrades her level of expertise, that it is "her turn to change the diaper" EVEN THOUGH... they are not even her kids. (I would also like to point out for the record that Cool Aunt Tahnee has changed her fair share of diapers, and never once complained about it).
16. He does not "borrow'' his sisters personal belongings, keep them FOR MONTHS, and then try to tell her that borrow means you keep it until the owner asks for it back. He KNOWS that this is called STEALING!!!
17. When his children "act out" he does not say they "got that from Aunt Tahnee".
18. He can perform magic tricks without messing them up.
19. He compliments her on her new hair color and does not say rude things like "Hey Tahnee... what color is your hair this week?"
20. He does not tell her she is 4 foot nothing, and then laugh about it!

The following ridiculous display, recently flooded my voice mail, (not from "new brother"...

"Does our brother/sister relationship mean NOTHING to you?"

"I have given you the best years of my life!"

"NEVER in all my life have I been treated so horribly!"

And... (drum roll please)
"I know what's going on here... YOU ARE CHEATING ON ME WITH ANOTHER BROTHER!!!"

Well... to that I say DING, DING, DING!!!

Oh... and Kevan would let me sell his Michael Jordan jersey on amazon because they are going for thousands of dollars right now... and let me keep all the profit to myself. He's just amazing like that.

WELL... I feel much better getting this off my chest! Phew!!!

Grandpa... tell me 'bout the good o'l days

SO... I've been thinking a lot about Grandpa today. I don't really know why. It may be because I added one of my all time favorite songs to my playlist (holes in the floor of heaven) and I always cry when I hear it because it reminds me of Grandma (both of them) cause they have passed away, but today, it is reminding me of Grandpa Nielsen. I guess I just miss him. Remember how I used to back talk him all the time, and grab him by the neck of his shirt and act like I was so much tougher than him, and he'd laugh and call me my ever so wonderful name (which I think may have been my nickname to him) "you little s___" (I couldn't write the whole thing, but you get the drift). Remember how I would squirt him in the face with that little water gun when he'd talk smack to me. LOL! Man... that was fun. He was a good sport, he'd just laugh, and again with the nickname. Man I love him. He was so fun. Even though I was such a bratt to him, he thought the world of me, when no one else did. It took us quite a few years to get to that point, but... we got there. My last memory of him was when he died and I was the only one there and he was just laying there and I cried and talked to him and told him I was sorry that I never got married while he was alive (that was like his biggest wish, I swear, Nic said he kept talking about it). He would always ask me, every time I came home. He was even mad one day when I came home and I walked in the door and the first thing out of his mouth was... "Oh... look who it is! Do you have a boyfriend yet?" to which I replied "Nope!" Then he said the funniest thing I think I ever heard "Well what's wrong with those boys? Maybe I should tie a sign around your neck that says I'm Single!" LOL!!!! I said (in my classic sassy tone) "WELL... maybe I should hang a sign around your neck that says I'm old and Ornery!" He just laughed and sat down. Remember how he used to poke you as you were walking by with that cane he used. LOL! One time I ripped it right out of his hands. Hahahaha... his eyes got so big- it pretty much just shocked him. I wouldn't give it back. I walked around with it. He laughed and kept begging for it. I said "Until you can say 'I'm sorry Tahnee. I will never treat you in such a disrespectful way again.' then you aren't gettin' it back." I think I must have gotten my pride from him because it took quite some time, and a few colorful words before he got it back. LOL!!! Ah... he was fun. He was like an onion. You sometimes had to peel through the outter layers, but once you got inside... pure greatness. Even though he acted like a toughy... he was also a softy. Anyway... I just wanted to share my memories because I've thinking so much about him today. Oh... and don't you love the look on his face in this picture. Classic Grandpa Nielsen. I love it. I think we all got our "Nielsen Pride" from him. This picture is on my desk at work. I love it.

My Two Valentines

This is bubba looking at me like- Uh... do realize what an idiot you like. I was trying to be silly to get him to warm up to me. He doesn't look too impressed does he. I finally gave him some sweet tart candies- 3 to be exact, and guess what... I turned back around, and all 3 were in his mouth. He could barely smile with them in there. MAN... candy does it EVERY TIME!!!

This year... I got 2 valentines, and BOY WAS IT FUN. Mom babysat Sariah and Kempton while Rustin went to some fur expo thing in Nephi for his new Man vs Wild job (I can't remember the name). I made sugar cookies with them, and played with them until we had to take them to meet crusty rusty (aka- Dad). I tried to get them to call him Crusty Daddy, but... they overpowered me. Good thing there's that saying: "if at first you don't succeed... try, try again." I like to live by that motto. It was so funny making cookies with them because, as always, children are an adventure for me, and as we cut the dough... they thought we were supposed to eat it after cutting it out. Of course, not wanting to ruin my ever so wonderful nickname of Awesome Aunt Tahnee, I couldn't tell them No. Don't worry Sarah, I quickly redirected them to arranging them on the pan. There was hardly any raw egg ingestion. I just figure that if Bubba can eat inspector # 9, then one smidgin' of a raw egg won't do much harm. Also, I kept chasing them around Mom and Dads house, growling. I had to live up to the nickname Griz one way or another. They were so funny. I finally had to catch them and throw them on the couch to get a rest. It was fun though. It's funny in this video how Sariah stops and tells me to get him. LOL! Silly kids. It was sure fun!

Finally gettin' a rest from all the running. I think we ran around that house about 50 times. Well... okay, there's a good chance that might be a SLIGHT exaggeration, but it felt like that many times. I needed a rest, but as you can tell, they were ready for my rest to be O-V-E-R!!! How stinkin' cute are they?

Happy Valentines Day!!!

A Fun Day at Grams