Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Pickle



This is my brother, Eric, who from here on out will only be referred to as Pickle. That's the name I saddled him with when we were teenagers. Don't ask why, it's a convoluted and senseless tale.

My youngest is sitting next to him, and that's Pickle's baby begging to be picked up.

I like this picture of Pickle because he has the baby bottle in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. Like he can't make up his mind what exactly he wants to drink.

Go for the milk bro.' You need all your brain cells. Trust me.

I kid. He's my brother though, so I'm supposed to harass him. I never miss an opportunity to do my duty as the evil older sister.

When I went out to California to visit last summer, I implemented a plan that I hatched a couple months previously. A plan that would, very possibly, cause my poor tortured brother to have an aneurysm.

Before I share that with you though, I need to tell you a little bit about Pickle.

Pickle is a Manly Man. Or at least he thinks he is.

He's about 5'10" or maybe 5'11." He's not short, but he's not tall either.

My mom, sister and I like to tease him about having a short man complex because every single vehicle that he has owned since 1988 has been a ginormous, gas guzzling, four-wheel-with-a-lift-kit behemoth. It's kinda sad, but he looks like Mr. Bill when he's behind the wheel.

Pickle is also a bit of a male chauvinist pig. Furthermore, he has veeeeeeery rigid ideas about gender roles. He has two little boys who are not allowed to play with dolls. At all. They cannot even be in the same room with them.

Just for fun, my mom got Pickle's boys a play vacuum cleaner for Christmas. Pickle about blew a gasket and refused to take it home with him.

That's okay, my mom babysits for free and they do lots o' vacuumin' at Grandma's.

Seriously, how could I not toy with my brother's fragile psyche when he leaves me such opportunities?

Can you blame me?

Hee, hee, hee. I just can't stop giggling because Pickle has no idea what I've done and this is just too excellent.

I've been sitting on these pictures for three months now. That's a record for me because I have absolutely no impulse control. Zero.

Are you ready? I can't wait any longer.



These are Pickle's kids. His BOYS. Aren't they sweet?

Yeah, I know they have odd faces. They come by it honestly.



This is his youngest. He looks exactly like his Daddy did at this age, except with blonde hair and brown eyes. The lighting is all wrong here, so you really can't see that.



And his oldest. What a great belly button that little hula boy has.

I love these kids, and not just because they give me more opportunities to torture my little brother.

They made Pickle into a Daddy, and there's nothing better than that.

16 comments:

  1. I love messing with my brother too. I also have the girls and he has the boys. He also needs to relax about gender....hmmmmm...I am so going to do this:-)

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  2. ROFLOL....that is hilarious. What are brothers for if not to mess with them?!? Great post!

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  3. I have the feeling you'll be hearing from Pickle very soon...

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  4. Yeah, Karen said what I was thinking. Payback, babe. But wow, that was rocking good and I am *still* laughing! :)

    Cheers, Kiy

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  5. OMG, that's hilarious! I wish I had a brother to mess with....only sisters.
    What program do you use to insert the smiley faces on the pictures?

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  6. makes me wish i had a bro to mess with- sounds like fun!
    i hope you post the reaction pickle has after seeing these pics of his boys in dresses!! should be a good one ;)!

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  7. I always wished I had a brother, but no such luck! Sounds like you and him have a good time...at least you do! LOL

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  8. This was hilarious! It was so funny, that I forwarded the link to friends of mine who know neither my brother or sister.

    "Pickles" reaction to this was:
    "Very Funny, I will get even! some how! :) Eric"

    I so wish I had thought of this. I can't wait to see the original pictures of the boys without the smily faces. It will be fun to continue to torture my poor brother with those!! Hee, hee!!

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  9. OMG, Oh my G, OH MY GOD!!!!! I cannot quit laughing! This is too funny! And those photos! I bet they were smiling and completely enjoying themselves, too, weren't they!

    I love your blog! It is one of my daily reads. Thanks for always making me laugh! Here is a little something for you.

    http://confessionsandscrap.blogspot.com/2008/11/award.html

    Anne

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  10. hahaha, i can just imagine his phone call to you after he sees these! nice prank! :D

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  11. That is hilarious! My "manly-man" bro-in-law is the same way, and when he and my sister had their first baby, a boy, I tortured him, too. I bought the *prettiest* smocked boy outfit just as a "happy" one day and gave it to him. Now, this child was still a newborn AND the outfit had a tractor smocked on it, but it was pretty, ya know? LOL, my BIL told my sister that no son of his was wearing such a *&%@ sissy outfit. Bwahahahaha! And I loved talking (within earshot of my BIL, of course!) about PRETTY my nephew was. He couldn't stand it.

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  12. hey those arent the boys auntie, those are your girls with happy faces over their faces = P

    -felicia

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  13. Felicia,
    No, they are not my girls, they are YOUR nephews.

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  14. Leslie,
    I use my Creative Memories StoryBook Creator Plus software. It's very similiar to Photoshop Elements, except very easy to use.

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  15. you're both wrong. They are Felicia's cousins, not nephews. They are MY nephews! ;P

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  16. Thanks for the tip!

    p.s. I gave you a blog award, read my latest post :)

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