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Siblings

I love my siblings. Now I have three which is pretty exciting!
These two came over the other night and just hung out and I absolutely loved it! I made them dinner and introduced them to the awesomeness that is Parks and Rec. I felt so grown up and cool that they wanted to come over and hang out with me at my apartment. It was the best. They have some pretty funny stories considering my family is moving and they're getting everything ready to sell the house. 

It's so bizarre, I just moved out and now my family is moving. Brinley is going down to Colorado Springs for college and Tanner is going to high school. What's going on here?!  How are we going to hang out and keep up?! Thank goodness Brinley just got a blog :)

I love Sundays just talking with them too. They argue over who's going to talk and have so many stories. Tanner reminds me so much of myself when I was his age, which is probably why he drives me nuts sometimes but I still love him. And Brinley has such a personality and a voice and I love her look on the world, it's so unique and funny and it's so great to see her so alive.

Now, for my brother in law. 
I love this picture of us. He just let me touch his mustache. He puts up with my weirdness and is weird himself around me. Just the other night at dinner, he told me that his legs were numb from sitting on the toilet too long. I couldn't stop laughing all dinner even though everyone else disapproved of his comment. I kept remembering it and giggling. 

We've had some weird encounters now that we're officially siblings. One day I was at work and started getting frantic phone calls from him and all his family because when I was given Sammy's spare key to his car, I was actually given Michael's spare key. Turns out Michael needed it because his car was locked and the engine was still running. How this happened, he still won't tell me. Anyways, I'm down in Denver with no car at work and he needs the spare key that I have. So his dad had to drive down, grab the key from me, then drive all the way back to unlock the car. Fun times!

This Sunday, I got to go to the ER with him. He was having back pain so bad he was screaming in pain and couldn't breathe. It shook me up, he's my brother and I'd never seen someone in that much pain. I waited outside with Sammy and let the paramedics in, then we went to the hospital and I waited and waited. They let me in his room for a little bit when he was drugged up which was weird. He told me that he didn't like the tubes of oxygen in his nose, to which I said, "Hey! You look like Hazel!" That made him upset because, well, Hazel is technically dying. I wanted to argue that hey, she lives and Gus dies and he didn't have an oxygen tank so really anyone could die, but I decided that that wasn't the time and went back to the waiting room. 

He's ok now and I'm so glad! I love my siblings. They crack me up :) I just realized that one day, I'll get two more in law siblings and I'm so excited! They better be cool. 


Comments

  1. Bailey KayJuly 10, 2014 at 12:51 PM

    I love having a new brother (in law)! It's like having a big brother who has advice, except you didn't have to grow up with him because brothers are annoying I would assume.

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  2. SamaraJuly 13, 2014 at 10:31 PM

    Ooohhh... you know, I was kinda thinking that would make sense for how TFIOS ends. Just because everyone tells me it's so sad and that seemed like it would be the twist to have.

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