May 15
You thought we only had a Cowboy Casanova, didn’t you? Wrong! My little brother Wade (who is not really “little,” but he is 13 so I’m reserving the right to call him that) is the GQ Romeo of the Christensen household. Trust me on this. I chaperoned on his school field trip this week. “Romeo” is definitely the right name for him.
First, I think I’ve never met a 13 year old boy who’s cool enough to want his old lady sister to come help out on any field trip. Second, I’ve never met a 13 year old boy who’s cool enough to hang out with his 5th grade sister AT the same field trip. AND skate with BOTH OF THEM out on the roller skating rink. In FRONT of all his friends.
Those seventh grade girls TOTALLY swooned over him. And why not? Any smart girl knows that a man will treat his wife the same way he treats his mom and his sisters. (Well, there will be a few key differences, but don’t make me go into those here. Please.) Wade’s definitely got a few things figured out. I love him. TONS. Trust me, everyone should have a Romeo in their life. Or at least a brother like Wade.
Tagged with: cowboy casanova • family • reece • sam • wade
May 05
Sometimes my family surprises me. Well, “surprises” is probably not quite the right word. I know them, after all, and nothing that comes out of their mouth is that unexpected. Some days those phrases are lucky enough to turn into entire blog posts… other days, I write them down and save them for later. For example:
- “What are those, pigs?” – Mom, the country girl. Not. We were driving past a field with a lot of GOATS in it when she asked the question. Granted, Mom was driving. But how do you get PIGS confused with GOATS?
- “I see all the cow faces and it reminds me of Barry.” – Jessie (19), the REAL country girl, aka NOT Mom. Jessie works at a dairy (where she sees cow faces) and Barry is her boyfriend. Barry’s on a two-year mission in Fresno, California. Maybe he should be worried if Jessie’s reminded of him when she sees COWS. PS – Barry is not nickname-protected because Jessie has his real name on her own blog. Plus I don’t know what nickname we would use for him. “Jessie’s COWboy” would maybe work, given that she sees cow faces and thinks of him.
- “You are not even CLOSE to a cow.” – Reece (16), the king of compliments. You know him as the Cowboy Casanova, but he can have more than one title. I was trying to figure out how much our cows weighed… when I said 125 (which is what I weigh) he informed me of the above “fact.” Oh – and at the time I said that, our cows weighed probably 300-350 lbs. Maybe 400 lbs. Maybe I have a misconception about how 125 lbs looks. (And maybe Jessie should take a cue from Reece so that Barry doesn’t cry when he realizes that Jessie thinks of him when she sees cow faces.)
- “When you turn 25, then you’ll be an antique!” – Samantha (11), commenting on my upcoming birthday in August. I wonder what that makes Dad (who hit the big 5-0 last October). How do you get better- or older- than “antique”?
- “Dad, when you’re too old to remember, I’m going to sell the house and buy an RV. Then I’m going to take you all sorts of places.” – Cassie (almost 10), when talking about her “assignment” as the youngest child. That assignment? She’s taking care of them in their old age. We all voted, and she got the job. Maybe Dad should rethink that one. Unless he wants to go all sorts of places.
Can you see why I’m always laughing? Oh. Maybe you didn’t realize I’m always laughing. Trust me, it’s hard to stop with a family as fun as mine. I totally love them. And I’ve gotta admit – it’s a real relief to know that I’m nothing close to a cow, even if I’m going to be an antique soon.
Tagged with: cassie • cowboy casanova • family • jessie • mom • reece • sam • the 2.0s
Jan 16
You’d think that was me talking, right? After all, I didn’t plan to move out to the middle of nowhere where it’s normal to get your eggs from the backyard. Technically, it’s not the backyard – it’s the chicken coop. But you know how I feel about technical. I was an English major, remember? Maybe I shouldn’t bring that up – maybe then you’ll be expecting some Jane Austen quality work. Forget it. This is a blog. So back to the post…
This was Reece talking on our way home the other night. (Right before our car started smoking. Yikes. Dad, Reece and Logan fixed it. Manly.) When Reece lived in Utah, he liked country MUSIC. The rest of it – boots, hat, Carhart jacket, chicken coop, cows, guns, pigs, etc. – were not exactly on his radar. I mean, take a look at him. Does THAT picture look like a country boy waiting to happen? I think not.
(Reece is the boy in the picture. The only boy. Duh.)
But check out the afters… and before you ask, YES, it is the same boy. But I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t recognize him. After all, I didn’t! No, I’m not kidding. When I came out to visit after the “transformation” a cowboy came up to me to hug me in the airport. I thought that was rather forward of him. And then I realized it was Reece. Ooops.
The Cowboy Casanova has arrived.
Tagged with: boys • country • cowboy casanova • manly • missouri • reece
Nov 30
This is my brother Reece. The pictures need no explanation.* Cue Carrie Underwood now.
*Oh. You actually wanted an explanation? Reece is my 15 year old (soon to be 16!) little bro. “Little” is kind of a misnomer. (And no Reece, that is NOT a fat joke.) He is taller, stronger (just ask him), and infinitely more good looking than me. He is also a total poser. (Hello, did you see the pictures? Speaking of, you can see the pictures bigger if you click on them. I am not enough of a computer genius to be able to tell them how to appear when they are in a gallery. Which is why his head is chopped off in one of them. Sorry. If you click on it, you’ll find his head is still attached.)
Reece loves meat, country music, shooting things, staying up late, and me. He is sometimes a snot (he IS a teenager after all), but he also opens doors for me, tells me I’m beautiful, and doesn’t like boys who are mean to me. As an older sister, there’s not a lot more I could ask for! Reece, I loff you!
PS – We can’t leave Alisha out today – it’s her 22nd birthday! Holla. The whole family misses her tons and we are trying to find a way to trick her into staying out here for forever. Any handsome men care to help persuade her?
Oh – and that’s Reece’s arm, by the way. That way, he’s even in the PS part of the post. Remember, he’s a total poser. Even his arm. :)
Tagged with: carrie underwood • country • cowboy casanova • reece
You thought we only had a Cowboy Casanova, didn’t you? Wrong! My little brother Wade (who is not really “little,” but he is 13 so I’m reserving the right to call him that) is the GQ Romeo of the Christensen household. Trust me on this. I chaperoned on his school field trip this week. “Romeo” is definitely the right name for him.
