Happy Birthday Grandpa!

...I mean, um, Tim! Ha! Sunday, July 27th was my brother Tim's birthday. I know, I know, I am about a week late in posting this, but this week we have experienced major computer problems so, of course, blogging was out of the question. Anyway, our family and Kendra's family celebrated with Tim at Bucca di Beppo, and it was fabulous! No matter what the occasion is we always have a great time when we can all get together. Now, an ode to the birthday boy:

Dear Tim,
We haven't always seen eye to eye. In fact, there was very little we seemed to agree on when we were growing up. For instance, your taste in clothes, your haircut (or lack thereof in the 80's), the music you listened to, the list goes on an on. Aside from that, boy did you like to pester me! You would hold my Cabbage Patch dolls for ransom, lock me in the basement just for kicks, and as I got older, you would scare my boyfriends away with your creepy gothic ways. Those are just to name a few. Then, of course, there was the whole "adoption" story you would tell me from time to time. We won't go there. Aside from all the torment, there was a lot that I actually learned from you. For example, I learned what rigor mortis was (the band, not the physical state), how to do a figure four leg lock (you do know that wrestling is fake, right?), how to mosh in a mosh pit, and I even learned to develop an appreciation for Nascar. Okay, scratch that last one. I will never get it. Ever. There were even times you were actually nice like when you would reluctantly play barbies with me (although most of your time was spent decapitating them), you attended all my dolls birthday parties I would throw, you always ate my blueberry muffins...even the ones that landed on the floor ( I know you're laughing right now), you even let me put mousse in your hair when I thought it should be cut above your ears and not hang over them for the sake of looking like a headbanger (I know it was just to go swimming in Mandy's pool). Oh, and I will never forget the time you got me out of trouble at school when I was a wee little first grader who got sent to the principal's office for saying that unkind word. Once I told Ms. Hatcher you were the one who taught it to me the heat was totally taken off me. You really saved my bacon that day. Hey, it worked at home, why wouldn't it work at school too? By the way, if I never thanked you for that or apologized I am doing it now. Better late than never, right? Anyway, we certainly had our share of ups and downs, but through it all deep down (sometimes deeper than others) I was always glad that you were my brother. Happy birthday brother man, I hope your year is filled with all the things you love the most. Oh, and I love you. There. I said it.

I love this picture...looks like we actually got along!

Friends at last.

Jada and her favorite aunt and uncle.

Tim and Kendra (his best decision ever!)