 Monster Alert!! resized.jpg) Posted by Jeanne Adams Aug 8 2012, 2:01 am
My dear friend Barb Devlin, who was supposed to blog with us today, had an emergency and won’t be able to join us until a later date. I’m hoping to reschedule her for later in the week or later this month. In the meantime….I figured I’d share this week’s latest challenge. There are monster issues in my house. Seriously. If any of you follow me on Facebook, you know this, because I posted it. It went something like this… Post dinnertime drama: Eldest son tells youngest son that his booty is a monster and it’s following him. Youngest, in a true panic: “Maaaammmaaaa! My booty is a monster!!” *Me, supressing laughter* “Okay, okay, stop. Does it LOOK like a monster?” *He looks over his shoulder at the aforementioned, very cute booty* ”No.” *Still trying not to laugh* “Then don’t believe it when your brother says that stuff.” *Boy still looks suspiciously at his backside* “Okay.” *STILL not laughing* And you LIKE monsters, right? I mean, the good kind.” *Beaming smile* “I do!! HEY BROTHER!! I LIKE MY MONSTER BOOTY!!!” Sigh. Yes, I DO remember being that gullible because I am the youngest of four children. This did happen, and those Banditas who’ve met my children will atest that these thing – very funny usually – are prone to happen in my monster-loving, Halloween-obsessed household. I shortened it a bit for Facebook, but I’m STILL laughing about it. Now, I have to confess that my sons are really good to one another most of the time. The eldest doesn’t pick on his little brother too often, and it’s usually something like this – relatively harmless, immensely funny – rather than something truly mean. My brothers? Not so much. For some reason, having four of us made the dynamic much more strained so they took it out on me. (My sister is a firebrand and they faced her wrath with great care. Me, they tormented!)
“Now what do you see?” she asked, pointedly looking in the mirror. “I’m not adopted!” I gratefully wailed. This would be obvious since I look so much like my mother that people who hadn’t met me got a bit of a shock at her funeral. (I heard “Why, you look JUST like Annie as a girl!” so many times, it nearly killed me. :> I’ve come to be really grateful for that though. It’s now a good memory. And no, that’s not us, she was MUCH blonder than that! Ha!) Okay, so, “adopted ruse” foiled. Uh-huh, score one for Mama. Mean brother problem But my brothers were ever so clever, and much more determined to get my goat than my eldest son seems to be toward his little brother. My brothers pulled mean tricks – “the hamster is loose, the hamster is loose! He’s under your bed and is going to climb into your covers at night and bite you!” – that one gave me some sleepless nights until hamster was found. Thank heavens they didn’t get to have snakes or I might NEVER have slept! They also told evil-brother-stories like the one about Dracula coming in MY window because it would be easiest to navigate to MY window from the street rather than any other in the house. Oh, and the crabapple tree would make it easier to climb up if he was too tired to fly. Oh, and they just happened to mention one or two or ten times that Dracula likes his women young and gullible…. OMGosh, it’s a wonder they didn’t find me chopping down that crabapple one night, in sheer terror! My Mama nearly kilt-them-ded for that one, as it precipitated a week or two of me having nightmares and climbing in my parent’s bed in the middle EEEK!!! DRAAAAAACULLAAAAH!!!! Now, before you feel tooooo sorry for me, I will have to confess something. I did get them back. Bwahahahah!!! Teenaged boys are quite easy targets for revenge, especially when they start dating. I’m sure you can imagine. Snork. So, what about you, Banditas and Bandita buddies? Do you have Mean Older Brothers or Sisters? Or were YOU the Mean Older Sibling? What kind of tricks did you, or they, play? Have you forgiven them yet? Hahahah! Do you laugh about it now? Tell all!! TweetPosted in Booty Monsters, Dracula, Jeanne Adams, Mean Older Brothers Comments38 thoughts on “Monster Alert!!” |
  
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Hi Jeanne,
My older brother was mean to me, but maybe it was because he didn’t want me tagging along when he played with his friends. He used to scare me by lying under the bed or hiding in the closet. I guess I have forgiven him.
Jane, these days when he wants to torment you, he just sends round the rooster! Bwahahahahahaha!!!!
Hey Jane! So you had one of THOSE older brother’s too? Ha! Yeah, the tagging along thing must have gotten pretty old.
Then again, the rooster tags along all the time….
Enjoy your day with him!
Jeanne, when I saw the post on Facebook originally, it absolutely cracked me up. As you know, I love your boys dearly but they’re both such personalities and I could just HEAR the conversation. And I kept hearing and I kept cracking up. Not great for productivity, my friend! But SOOOOOO funny! Actually I have to say as the older sister, I was much meaner to my brother than he was to me. Girls have a way of finding weak spot and then just picking and picking, don’t they? Of course, I’m MUCH nicer now! Snork!
Heeheehee, of COURSE you are!! Grins. And yes, my sister did her share of pickingpickingpicking so I know exactly what you mean! :> She and I are best friends now, though, so all is forgiven. :>
And yes, you know my boys, so you could hear that too, couldn’t you? I’m STILL LOL about it.
I’m off to bed as it’s the weee sma’s for me. I’ll be back in a few hours!
Night-night. And don’t let the monsters bite! Or perhaps that’s monsters BUTT!
snork!
Jeanne
Great post I am the eldest in my family so no one to pick on me LOL but I had to look after my younger sisters a lot as Mum and Dad both worked and if things went wrong or chores didn’t get done I was the one who got into trouble because I was the eldest so I guess I was pretty tough on them and probably mean at times just to save me from doing all the chores or getting into trouble LOL.
I have one son and he is no 2 and he was always the trickster with his sisters and still is to this day he still gets them going I don’t think he will ever grow up and he is 30 now.
Have Fun
Helen
Oh, dear! The eldest, Helen? I’ll bet you got good results out of everyone! Grins.
Had to LOL about your 30 year old son being a trickster still. I think my older son will be too, but in a gentle-fun kind of way. He doesn’t mess TOO much with his brother’s mind.
I’m the eldest and my sister is five years younger than me. I don’t think I was a mean sister, but then I spent a lot of my life looking after her, almost a surrogate mother, especially once I was older.
The funniest story I can remember is from my ex. I hate spiders and he was telling me about how he’d been home to see his family and there had been a huge spider in the bathroom. I asked him if he’d got rid of it and he said no. He’d left it there to scare his younger sister! *shakes head* He was in his thirties at the time!
Hey Anna! I think the difference in age makes a difference in how sibs treat each other. My boys are 4.5 years apart and they really LIKE one another. (most of the time) So the pranks they play are pretty mild. :>
Had to LOL about your ex. My brothers are still wont to tease my sister and me about certain of their pranks. And don’t get me started on the spiders.
Yeah for me, I’m the oldest. I have to say I was a sweet little girl. Thank goodness I was the oldest. I wasn’t really into playing tricks.
Okay…can’t tell if that’s sarcasm or not. Grins.
Glad you were sweet to your siblings. Growing up’s hard enough sometimes w/o warfare in the house, right?
No, sarcasm. I wasn’t mean to my siblings. I didn’t like getting punish, so I tried to be nice to them.
Very wise! Grins.
Good thing I didn’t drink anything before reading this or I’d be wiping off my laptop about now. So funny!
I have four younger brothers but I wasn’t a mean sister – with the possible exception of the summer I was responsible for taking care of them (3 brothers at the time) while my mom took college classes. There may have been occasional yelling but, still, nothing really mean. What can I say? It’s just not in me to be mean. And I’m okay with that.
Grins. I can see that, PJ. And hey, corralling THREE brothers at any given time would drive anyone to yell.
Bet they adore you.
I’m very blessed to have a close relationship with all of them, Jeanne. It was probably the month long December car trip the four of us (we were 20, 15, 14 and 11) took from Michigan to Florida and back (while our mom was on bed rest waiting for arrival of brother #4), involving numerous car problems, getting lost in rural Kentucky in the middle of the night (after we had assured our parents we were snug in our hotel beds) and two trips to the emergency room that cemented our relationship.
Ohhhhhh Lordy! I can just imagine. Did you ever tell your Mama you got lost in KY?
Grins
Ohhhhhh Lordy! I can just imagine. Did you ever tell your Mama you got lost in KY?
Are you kidding? My mom got nervous driving to the next county. There were several “events” over the years that we never shared with her!
OH, PJ, what part of Kentucky?
Oh, Jeanne, this made me laugh! I was the third of four girls & you can’t imagine the crap my sisters told me. The sister directly ahead of me particularly delighted in feeding me lies, just for the pleasure of watching me embarrass myself trying to ferret out the truth.
Tell you what, at a certain point, I decided being adopted wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
But then, I, too, look just like my mom. So then I thought maybe THEY were adopted. I had to give that up, too, but it was comforting for a while. Now, of course, I love them like crazy & would kill and die for them. But it was a long, twisty road to that. 
Oh, yes, there were MANY times that I consoled myself with the thought that THEY were the adopted ones. SNORK!!!
Problem is, two of them are the spit-n-image of my Dad (except for one being a girl) and my brother and I look like my Mama’s side. That brother looks pretty much like my grandfather, so no giving that one to the tinkers. Sigh.
I’m pretty sure you said in your post the other day that your Mom is Irish. Do any of you have the Irish temper or the party-hardy-gene? Grins.
I know YOU have the gift of storytelling, so no need to ask if that bred true.
Loved the booty-monster story, Jeanne -
Had to laugh about the adopted thing as well. My daughter told my son that he was adopted, but he never told me. Then one day I put out one of those two photo frame thingees with my husband’s high school photo on one side and my son’s middle school photo in the other. Not hard to see similarities there. That’s when I learned about the sibling teasing.
My oldest brother is six years older than me. For the most part, he was too involved in being a teenager to care about his “baby” sister. However I do recall him being mean one night when I got to stay up late to watch a show. He told my grandmother who was babysitting that I was more interested in my troll than the show and dragged me off to bed (and I was really watching that show!), but I love him.
My other brother is only two years older than me. We were too close in age to be mean to each other. My sister is four years younger than me – she was fair game LOL.
Don’t you love that the “genetics will show” thing gets us out of the “adopted” phase? Grins. Gotta love that family resemblance.
And I’m LOL about your little sister being “fair game” – that sounds like a tale, for sure! My oldest brother is 9 years older than me, but it didn’t stop him from picking on me. (Speaking of trolls…) It did give me great ways to get back though, as I mentioned. Teasing him about his giiiiirrrrrlfriends and his constant phone usage eased my childhood torment. Grins.
I’m sure my youngest will have some opportunites for this kind of teasing too, since the girls are already taking an interest in my eldest. Sigh.
Jeanne I love this story about your boys, and I can just see the older one saying it, with a sly little almost-smile, and I can see the young one react.
And that’s some brother love right there. That the little one loves and adores the older one so much that he’ll believe that. Which is also very cool.
And I’ve seen the big one watch out for the little one, so I know the love goes both ways.
Very cool story.
And great images of the Monty Python monster. *grin*
I love the Monty Python monster, don’t you?
Grins. And yes, you’ve seen this dynamic in action. :>
I have the older, meaner sister lol. She is 4 1/2 yrs. older than me and was the first grandchild on both sides. She pulled the adopted thing on me and I believed it even though I look like her and my mom but I was the gullible one (still am). I don’t lie so I never see it coming when others do lol. Our neighbors had a girl her age and a boy my age so I mostly played whith him as a child. He was being told by his older sister that there were Indians up on our hill (there were trees but if you walked further on there were more houses lol). He believe her too! We are opposites and she is a loner so we’re not really close (sigh).
Catslady, I’m the gullible one too.
How fun to believe, even for a short time, that there were INdians just in the treeline, or over the next hill. I love that!!
I’m the oldest, the only girl and only one younger by 20 mo. brother.
Hmmmmm…..I don’t think I ever terrified him but HE filled my doll carriage up with caterpillars and rode them up and down the driveway.
Mooooom!!!!!!
He tries the adopted thing too (little does he know, I ACT put out just so he can feel coo!) but like you Jeanne, my Mom (and grandmother and several Aunts) all have the same nose and no, Brother ‘O Mine, they did NOT have plastic surgery done to it! I don’t CARE if I cut my cornbread the opposte way!
Sheesh..
And LOl on a booty being a monster What? (Looks over shoulder in mirror) Aghhhhhhhh!!!! There’s a HUGE monster behind me!!!!!
Hahahaha! Joan, you made me LOL. I love it that you had it on your brother all the time. Ugh on the caterpilars though…eek!
As to the booty monster, I couldn’t believe he fell for that one as it’s RIGHT BEHIND HIM…you’d kinda KNOW if it were a monster. SNORK!
Jeanne, what a cute story! Having met your boys, I can just see it happening!
I’m the elder of two girls. Not much trick-playing in our house, though I have to say the night of my first date was the sibling’s slumber party, and lots of heads appeared at the living room window when we pulled into the driveway!
Well, of course! That’s the perogative of little sisters to spy on our bigger sisters. Grins.
Its funny to think back on those first dates, isn’t it? I was LOL about that yesterday with Joan’s guest. Kissin’ the bad boy in the driveway….
Good thing about being youngest is that they’ve all gone on to their own pursuits by the time you’re sitting in the driveway…
I remember once my brother played a very mean trick on me. Okay… I hate spiders. I mean, I’ll leave the state to just get away from one spider; and he’s gotta be a big one too! I’m not talking about a diddly size one, I’m talkin’ about bread’n'butter plate size (yep, they get that size here in Australia – and bigger and hairy! Don’t start me on how hairy they get!).
Well, one night, we had visitors and my older bro thought it would be fun to get into my bedroom – under my nose – and stick a rubber spider up on the ceiling of my bedroom. My bedroom is painted white – so this thing stuck out like a sore thumb! I didn’t notice because my older brother was always doing stupid things for me to not worry about and I always thought was funny – right up until then. I made firey tracks out of bedroom and refused to sleep in there without my Dad inspecting it for about a week!
Good one, bro! :-/
Oh… I was around 8 years old at the time… so, you can imagine the earth-shattering scream my parents heard from the house as they were downstairs in the backyard.
Oh Mozette…I shouldn’t laugh, but I confess that I am. More about the scream and your parents coming at the run than anything else.
And OMGosh do you have spiders in Aus! I’ve seen pictures. I shudder just at the THOUGHT of those monsters!
I am the oldest child and the only girl. I have two younger brothers. When the second brother came along, first brother and I were fairly bonded. We told our parents to take him back as we’d told them we wanted a pony all along.
We were so evil to this kid I am surprised he isn’t a serial killer. He was three when we took him down to the laundromat in the trailer park, put him in the big industrial dryer, shut the door and walked home. (No, we did not turn it on!) When we got home our mother asked “Where is your brother?” Our reply? “We don’t know.” My mother started down the street only to meet the trailer park handy man with our younger brother riding on his shoulder. And yes, he told our Mom the whole story. We ate standing up for a few days.
We did tell him he was adopted. We told him the police found him under a lamppost and brought him to us. We said if he didn’t do what we said we would call the police to come and get him. Spent some time in our rooms after that one.
We told him if he attached a beach towel to his Superman t-shirt with safety pins and jumped off the utility shed he would fly. You don’t want to know what happened to us after that one.
We climbed a horse chestnut tree in England and of course he followed us up. We shimmied down a rope our English playmates had tied at the top of the tree, but he was too chicken to do it. So we left him there. When we got home Mom asked “Where is your brother?” We said “We don’t know.” Yes, by this time she realized anytime we said “We don’t know.” she’d better go looking for him. That cost us six months allowance. Each.
Once he started taking karate lessons and definitely after he got the first of his three degree black belts we left him alone. And when he said “Come here. Let me show you something.” We ran.
I’m the eldest of nine, so I was the Meanie/
Monster of the family! Or so my brothers
tell me ( just because I took a switch to
their legs when they misbehaved!) These
twin brothers were right in the middle of
the birth list and seeing as how they were
two, it was double the actions of the rest.
We’re all best friends despite the tales we
tell, five of the six of us still living all are
here in Houston. If one has need of the rest,
all it takes is a phone call and we’re there!
Pat C.