little brothers' birthday fun

this was an IM from andy:

andy: no xmas present, no bday present
andy: <----- sad face

i did get him a present, though it was late.

in honor of both brothers (mike and andy) having birthdays earlier this month, i'll share a few funny moments about each of them.

mike turned 24 a few weeks ago, and divided by 6, that makes 4. so here are 4 short stories.

• when he was little, like under the age of 6, he used to be really scared of fire. whenever there was a birthday cake with candles, he'd duck under the table and hide until after the candles were blown out. i'm pretty sure we have a bunch of pictures with all of us around the cake and mike hiding underneath.
  

• i came home from UW on a break and i guess i'd gained some dorm food weight. i walked in the door and the first thing mike said was, "you ate my sister!" jerk. though i admit that was a pretty good one.
  

• a few years ago, i was home on some break and was making food. i told mike (or it could've been andy...i can't remember, but we'll just say it was mike) to wash the rice. he looked and me blankly and said, "what do you mean wash the rice?" i was like, "you know...wash it and get it ready for the rice cooker." he said, "you have to wash rice?!" all those years in college and he just cooked the rice straight from the bag + water...no washing.

• most recently, my family came to LA for my graduation. they rented some kind of car, a dodge i think. anyway, i was driving us somewhere and on the radio dash, it read "trunk ajar." mike says, "what does that mean, ajar?" i told him that it meant that the trunk was slightly open. he says, "in what language?" we (except my mom, because she has no idea what's going on) look at each other and say, "uh...english" and start cracking up.

andy turned 22 last week. 22-2=20. 20 divided by 5 is also 4. 4 stories about this punk.

• when he was little, he was total mama's boy and a brat. i had gotten a souvenir mini mug and saucer from BC from my trip with wendy, chris, and their parents. andy was fascinated by it, so i put it on the top of my bookshelf, out of his reach. next thing you know, we hear a huge crash. he tried to climb up to get it and ended up toppling my shelf and breaking a bunch of porcelain paperweights (like my cute ballet shoes). he wasn't hurt, but i was so mad. i made sure my mom punished him - she had him stand against the wall and hold his arms straight up above his head as he cried the whole time. every time he tried to put his arms down, i made my mom come back in to enforce the punishment. he was 6.
  

• he wrestled in high school and was always cranky, trying to make weight. my mom always tried to make him eat, which made him more cranky, like seriously PMS cranky. anyway, one season, he got ringworm. i incessantly made fun of him. he hated that, but i had my fun.

• during his senior year, i drove him out to forest grove (or was it cornelius?) to pick up his letterman jacket and as we were looking for parking and a space opened up, andy says, "what frugal timing!" i looked at him and was like, "you know that's not how you use frugal right?" now every time we find parking, i say, "what frugal timing!" he tries to explain that it was on purpose. sure it was.
  

• last year he turned 21. he woke up with his face all scratched up. i guess he met with the pavement sometime that evening. he told our mom that it happened in basketball or flag football or something. she believed him.

happy birthday kids.