Jan 11

No, this was not me talking. I’m more of a “four-inch heels and a pencil skirt” kind of gal, if you really must know. And if any of you are wondering – four-inch heels and a pencil are NOT manly. (That tends to be the kind of thing that ATTRACTS a guy who’s manly.*) Take a look at the picture. (See? It’s not me.)

These are my brothers. You’ve been introduced to them before – you saw the Man Boots post, right? (If you didn’t, now would be a good time to read it. It’d save me some time. There’s no way I could write EVERY way my brothers are manly in just one post.) If you’re still drawing a blank on who’s who, let me re-introduce you. From left to right, this is Wade, Logan and Reece. I call this their “Bad A Moment.” And Mom, if you’re reading – I totally mean “Bad Apple Moment.” Because they are definitely the “Bad Apples” of the Christensen family.

Logan is the genius behind the statement “Every moment of every day, we’re manly.” He had this stroke of genius while sitting with Reece and Wade at the dinner table talking about a fight.

So, you’re curious how they can back this bold statement up? Let me give you four examples. (Yes, just four. As much as you might be dying for a novel tonight, I am not dying to write one. Sue me. Really, try it. I’m a lawyer after all.) First, my brothers shoot guns. (See the aforementioned post. Told you you should have read it.) Second, my brothers open doors. (You’ve heard about this too.) Third, my brothers carry in heavy things. Like me. Or sacks of chicken feed. Or groceries. (Yes, I know groceries aren’t normally as heavy as chicken feed, but maybe you didn’t know that. One of those special “living in the country” tidbits. I’ll let you wonder if I’m as heavy as groceries.) Fourth, my brothers fix things. I’ve watched Reece change a tire in the middle of the night on a highway with no shoulder while semis were screaming past at 75mph. Notice I said “watch.” I am not manly. But I’m sure glad my brothers are. Because trust me, I know – every moment of every day, they’re manly.

*Note to all of you. My pencil skirt and heels do NOT have the same effect on my brothers as they do on other manly men. They are on me after all. So don’t be gross.

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Dec 21

We went shooting this weekend. “We” is a misnomer.  I did not actually fire a gun. I took pictures.

For some reason, firing a gun seems to ignite total masculinity. Trust me. Take a look at the pictures.

At our house, when someone’s extra masculine, we say they’ve got their “man boots” on. Well this weekend, EVERYONE had their man boots on. Even Cassie. (I had to include her in the pictures.  Hello – she did a “man” pose too! How could I not include her?)

My dad is the best shot – duh. He can tell the person to “pull!” (to release the clay pigeon) while the gun’s relaxed by his hip and still blow it out of the air. My bros were pretty freaking amazing too – Logan hasn’t been shooting for almost 3 years, and he blew EVERY SINGLE clay pigeon he fired at to smithereens. Reece keeps a cool enough head that if he misses the first shot, he can get off the second while the clay pigeon’s still in the air. It never stands a chance against him. Wade is only 13 and is a pretty good shot. And Cassie – she TOTALLY rocks. If you’ll notice, the gun is almost as big as her. I guess sometimes, you’ve just got it. Enter man boots.

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