Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Hog Wild

Being home has been great. I have had a chance to relax, get some important things done, but most importantly go hog wild with my family.
A rose between two thorns or something like that.

This is how we play just dance in the Rieske family. (The wrong way.)

My brother is applying to med school. We went to town working on his application. 

This is the end result. Richard was pooped after pulling two straight all nighters so I had to drive him to turn in his application. 


While waiting for Richard-Ross, we went on an adventure. I hope that when I am 84 years old I can look as good as this woman.



Remember the great drought of 2011? Debo will point out every brown tree in the near area. It was an appropriate picture to take. 

I love old Arkansas and I'm sure going to miss it and my family.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

A Job Well Done

"A perfect sister-in-law I am not, but thankful for the one I've got."
-Unknown

So I often criticize my brothers for their lack of ability when it comes to women. Somehow through lack of skills, my oldest brother Russ snagged one amazing catch. My sister-in-law Katy. I'm not sure if it's because we both have silly spelled names, enjoy crafting, or because we both are experts at getting the "Debo glare." For whatever reason we are kindred spirits. This is why I love her.

Our FB chat conversation started out talking about how we wanted to be coupon queens. Then moved to...
Katy: WAIT. I will give you 5 dollars if you can tell me your unique nickname.
Me:   From who?
Katy: ME
Me:   Brit Brat? Bratney? 
Katy: Nope
Me:   Molly? If so you are dead to me. (My sister-in-law isn't LDS.)
Katy: Molly? What the heck?? lol
Me:   Molly Mormon.
Katy: You do need your brain checked. <---rude by the way. ;)
         OH. No, hadn't thought of that. That BETTER not be a hint of what is to come. 
         Keep it rad, baby.
         BUTTERBEAN. I'm disappointed!
Me:   Butterbean? That is a horrible nickname. It makes me sound like a fat 8 year old. Can't I be a 
         chickpee?
Katy: Nope. You're butterbean. All day long and twice on Sundays. Butterbean. Butterbean. Butterbean. 

This is a very typical Katy- Britt conversation. I love her so much and can't wait to see her soon. (Soon like August, but better than never right?) 

So to my favorite French Fry. Stay cool. And to my brothers, keep up the good work. We only accept amazing women to carry the "Rieske" last name.