Siblings Day? Is that real?

So, because I'm semi-obsessed with my Facebook news feed, I couldn't help but notice all of the Siblings' Day posts. I have no idea if it's real or if it was today or yesterday. SO, loves, I've provided you some very reliable information via Wikipedia. If it's on Wikipedia - it has to be real. 

Siblings Day (sometimes called National Siblings Day) is a annual American celebration held on April 10th of each year^[1] to honor the relationships of siblings. It is not federally recognized, unlike Mother's Day and Father's Day, although this is the stated goal of the Siblings Day Foundation.^[2] Since 1998, 39 state's Governors have officially established Siblings Day in their state.^[3]

So, in honor of this little holiday, enjoy some treats about some of my favorite people in the world. And this has only something to do with New Orleans in the fact that I live here and they don't and I miss them all like a fat kid misses cake at fat camp!

First, there's B-RIAN! What up bro. My big brother is 11 years older than me which makes him turning 40! Ha - how many gray hairs now, bud? Just kidding. But kind of serious. Just for Men? Does that shit work? Okay. Now that I've royally pissed Mr. Brian Olson off, I'll continue. 

Brian James was born in August of 1973. Growing up, he had dreams of being a race car driver. But after realizing that Momma Jo was never going to let him race cars, he switched his career goals to medicine. He's now a CT Tech (for those of you who are medically retarded like me, that means that he presses a button on a big machine that takes pictures of your insides or something like that). He is married to a beautiful, sweet, sometimes OCD girl named Laura (oh La-La - love you so much darling!) and they have the two sweetest sassiest little ones you could ever imagine. Brian taught me how to break dance and let me watch MTV when they actually played music videos (love me some Mr. Big...and now that song is stuck in my head. You know it, don't you? "...just to be the next to be with you..." Yep, you're welcome). 

A little Mr. Big action...

When Brian was little, he ran around the coffee table with saran wrap emulating his favorite scene in the movie Grease where they sing about fixing the car. 

Greased Lightening...

He sprained my ankle when chasing my sister around the house - seriously BJ - I was trying to clean the f-ing windows! He took me "cruising" with my friends because we were so cool! I got him in trouble, we fought, we laughed. He's one of my best friends and I couldn't ask for a better male influence in my life. He wears his heart on his sleeve and likes to scowl when he's mad. He's my big brother. Always and forever. Love you B! 

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Now on to Miss Katherine Ann. My baby sister. My very skinny, beautiful, girl-I-love-to-hate because she's so damn trendy and cute. Oh - the stories I could tell about this little one. 

Kate or Katie or Katherine or Kathy was born in October of 1986. She was the shyest, most quiet, most timid little thing. Seriously. You would never know it now. Katie had dreams of becoming Hispanic like her idol, Selena, and mixing drinks on the beach ala Tom Cruise in Cocktail and meeting her prince charming like Sleeping Beauty (which she would watch, rewind, watch again, rewind, watch yet again all the live long day). Although we told her it was a physical impossibility to become Hispanic - dude, you're a white girl with blondish hair and blue eyes - she paid no heed. Sorry dude - that dream will never come true. She did in fact bartend while in college, where she earned a bachelor's degree from UW-La Crosse in FOUR majors - International Business, Marketing, Economics, and Spanish. Hey - she at least has the Spanish part of her Selena dream down. Now she works for the same company as me and is a little rock star. She definitely takes after her big sister in that aspect. And she's met her Prince Charming...although thankfully he didn't have to battle any dragons or a sleeping spell to win her heart. Love you Cam-Cam! 

 

Selena - Dreaming of You (Can you see the resemblance?)

Oh. Sleeping Beauty...

Katie is by far my favorite person in the entire world. She knows everything about me - the good, the bad, and the ugly. She has blackmail on me for the rest of my life. But I wouldn't have it any other way. We played Barbies and built forts and fought (that's a common theme with my siblings). We laughed and drank and sang and danced. I'm forever in the debt of whatever God is above for giving me the chance to grow up and now grow old with this little gem. Kate. Love you. So proud of you. And couldn't ask for anyone better in my life. 


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There are so many others in my life that I consider my family. My best friends, Cooper and Tanya, chose to be a part of my crazy life. And they're still here. Through a lot of drama. We've had so many good times and bad times and drunk times. From the Ouiji board in junior high to parties and toilet-papering in high school to bars and darts at house parties in college...you are the sisters that God forgot to give me. 

And then there's Katy. The other Katy. My sassy, opinionated, fabulous adopted little sister who I used to love-to-hate. We stole each others' clothes and screamed through bathroom doors at each other. We've spent birthdays together. We've laughed and cried and I've kept you from slapping dudes at the bar. You are feisty and amazing and I can't help but thank fate for bringing you into my life 18 years ago. Although it's bittersweet, I'm so proud that you've chosen me to be your adopted big sister. 

Oh. My Laura. Little la-la. You became my sister way before you ever married my brother. I knew you were it when you dragged me into the bar and tied a condom (thank god, not used - eww) into my hair and you rode in a car seat in the back of the truck. You are sweet and a bad ass and I will forever remember having the headaches of our lives that one Easter from head-banging the night before. You are my favorite rock-star and little momma and those babies are so lucky to have you. I'm lucky to have you. 

Last, but most definitely, not least is Mr. Cameron. My baby sister's knight in shining snowboard pants and chick sunglasses. The dude that I had the pleasure of living with for 18 months. This kid is pretty bad ass. You know it too Camelot. Cam, you have the biggest heart, the coolest style, and you are an amazing addition to our family. From holding my hand while snowboarding to testing my rum and cokes to martinis and blues bands at the Thomas House, I can honestly say that you have become my brother. And I couldn't have picked someone more perfect, not only for Katie, but for our family. 

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Much love. 

Ali