Have You Met My Brother?

This is my brother, Uncle J. Doesn't he look like fun? He is.


Please date him.
I am not making this plea because he is strange and can't get a date for himself. He can.

He has many good qualities.
He is funny and relaxed.
He is good with kids.
He has a wonderful family.
He enjoys the occasional chick flick.
He is tall.
He has a healthy desire to get married and have little Uncle Js.
He is nice to small animals.
He has a job.
He has a car.
He does not live with our parents.
He can dance. Kinda.


His one major flaw is....
An ever so slightly questionable taste in women. There I said it. (It's ok. He doesn't read this blog.)

Without going into too much detail he has had girlfriends in the past who:
-Almost got into a fight because another woman gave her the stink eye when we went two stepping.
- Got into the habit of calling my mom - at 2am.
- Dressed so scantily I couldn't get The Coach to make eye contact with me at family functions.
- Didn't like me!!!!!!!!!!!! Hello?

By now you probably realize this plea is completely self serving. I basically want someone Uncle J can bring to holidays and family events who I can have fun with. You know someone nice and fun, but doesn't cook better than me, or drink the wine I like. Someone who would be a good Trivial Pursuit partner (for me, of course) or gets a general grasp of rummy. Is that so much to ask?
So let me know if you are interested in my little brother. This one is going to fast I am sure, cuz there is nothing hotter than your sister trying to get a you a date on her blog.

Here is my big brother, Guns. And before you think you must meet him I'll tell you. He is married to a lovely Norwegian woman, Aunt V. She is proof there is someone in the world for everyone. Without her he is a mess. If anyone tried to come between them I would beat that person up. And have my kids kick them in the shins!!

** The capture of the picture (He is trying to be Princess Leia by the way.) caused my mom to say, "Take your brothers buns from behind." I laughed so hard I had tears.
*** My brother's name is not Guns, but I did not ask permission to use his name and he is a weapons instructor in the army. He is usually armed which is why I don't want to anger him.