Loving Life, Loving Loved Ones and Remembering The Time We have is Precious

Today's blog is a bit on the serious side, but don't thumb through without reading until the end. There are a lot of great pictures and amazing stories to read and photos to look at. Hopefully it will inspire you and remind you to literally live, laugh and love!

My Mother, we affectionately call her JuJu, will be 70 years old this year. She is an amazing Mother, a great friend and would lay down her life for any of her children. This past year, November 7, 2009, my eldest Brother, Shawn Dean, succumbed to his five year battle with cancer. He had acute leukemia-a bastard of a disease!

I watched my almost 70 year old mother venture into a new business this week, working hard and shedding tears when she found moments of solitude. She called me several times this week recalling places we had been with Shawn and homes we had once lived in and other nostalgic prompts of that nature. I find myself the constant encourager, a referee in a terrible balance of whoa. I, Brooke, her youngest child am battling my own careless, hateful, all-consuming monster. I keep the truth from her, my Mother, my family and even Steven, I keep the entire truth from them.

I keep it from them to keep them from suffering. Every day I seize, sometimes several times a day, every day, more and more of my hair falls out of my head in knots. I used to have such long beautiful hair. Like a willow tree in the Summer. Now, it is like an old broom stick with broken bends. I am dying. We aren't sure why, or when, but slowly I am slipping.

I go to the Dr. once a week and he tells me the same thing. I have been over exposed to radiation and there is a cluster of tumors growing at the base of my brain. Rapidly. They make me forget time and cause my eyesight to fade into shapes and colors. They deprive me of stability of mind, cause swelling and depravity of soundness of heart.

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I have never known a love like the one I know with Steve, and I am so frightened that I will never get the chance to travel with him, marry him, have a child with him or make him the happiest man in the world. He so deserves that chance. I pray that god will grant me a miracle of long life with him, for I love him so purely and with so much truth. He deserves the world around twice! Cruel isn't it? How I finally fall in love and I become so sick that I am not worthy of love in return? Yet he loves me with such passion and fervor that I feel I am so powerful I can overcome all of this! I would give anything to turn the clock back or know how long I have to love him, make my Mother feel better-help her heal, tell all my nieces and nephews how great their uncle and grandpapa were and see some more of this great round world, but I am determined to live as well and as hard as I can!

I dream of better days. I wish I could go to Hawaii like my Brother did before he died. I hope that all the people I leave hear will find joy and peace in life and I pray that the world will learn from my story to live, laugh and love now......because you may not have tomorrow, take it from me, I think I have a good perspective on this particularl situation. Love those dear to you! Honor your family and friends! Remember that God only ask us to honor Him and your neighbors. How would you live if you knew your clock was running out of battery? Just a gentle reminder-food for thought- to love each other! God Bless!

Peace, Love and Rockets!-B

Color me Silly...........How difficilt was made simple by a 7 year old.

Today's story is one that reminds me of humanity. How wonderful and simple life can be and how moments pass without ever being acknowledged for what they are. Simple humor. Medicine for the broken heart, laughter for a group of friends, joy for a family? sometimes humor comes from the most unexpected places, and at the most unexpected times. Sometimes, we find ourselves crying and then roaring into a mess of laughter afterwards and other times we laugh so hard we cry right? Well, that is what today's story is about......

About 5 years ago I got a call from my eldest brother, Shawn. Shawn always was the jokester in our family! I remember growing up all too well, being the youngest I was often subjected to the most torture. Most days you could find me upside down, being held by my ankles and used as a mop to clean the kitchen floor. Other days you could find me duct taped to the tree house or locked in the hen house- with the hens! I guess it made me tough. So, when my brother called and told me he had acute leukemia and 90 days to live, I replied, "That is not a funny joke Shawn." when I realized he wasn't joking, my heart sank and I never knew life the same from that moment on. I finished School, graduated, packed up and moved west to be near him. He fought it. He fought it for nearly 4 and half years until he had no fight left. Last November, my eldest Brother, Shawn, passed from this life to the next. God rest his soul.

The last few hours in the hospital were the most difficult, but God sent an Angel in the form of my great Niece and my brother's Granddaughter, Tabby. She simply walked up to a huge group of people whom were crying and grieving the loss of Shawn and she said, "Don't cry everybody, now Beeps(thats what she called my brother) can golf in heaven." Amazing isn't it. that a child can remember something he enjoyed so much and see him doing that in the next life. So pure and so innocent, and every person that the statement fell on their ears laughed. We laughed with fervor and joy. So remember to find the joy in even the most difficult of situations. For laughing at your pain sometimes heals it!

Peace, love and rockets-Steeboo

Hope you enjoy this video i made called "Family Handed Down" and appreciate those you love extra today!

Sometimes being politically incorrect is just hilarious!

Today's story is simple, short and sweet, but I have to give you a diclaimer first......neither Steve or I are racist or have racial prejudices in any way. This story is true, based on fact and if you listen to the whole message, it is quite funny. So, sit back, enjoy and hopefully you get a good chuckle!

My Granfather, whom we all affectionately called Pappali until he passed about 8 years was 78, had moved to this Great Country when he was young and had worked hard his entire life. he retired at 67, but you could always find him volunteering at a local firestation or your local market. He had a need to keep busy!

Well, one day my grandmother, Mammali got a ring that someone needed to come pick up my Grandpa. Now, keep in mind, he had early onset alsheimers desease and he grew up in a time and period where it was perfectly natural to segragate.......the shops owner told Mammali that he had found Pappali on a ladder placing signs atop two seperate enterances.....one that read "White's Only" and the other that read "Black's Only." Now, I don't care who you are, that shit is funny! Bye the way this happened in the late 90's. Awesome huh?

Moral of today's story, being politically correct all the time is boring. Sometimes crossing the line innocently is funny enough to make you laugh until you pea your pants!

Love, peace and Rockets-STEBOO

Back in the Saddle

Well friends I know we have been gone for a while, I have so much to tell you about. Vacation, a new puppy, more adventures of SteBoo drunk and disorderly, Memorial Day party.....So lets get started. A week ago Steve and I went to Colorado Springs for a weekend getaway. We both were a bit stressed and feeling couped up and needed a bit of an outing. I have to say the trip turned super interesting super fast! I a minor major surgery need and we tried to handle it ourselves at the hotel with a straight pin and a flask of Jack Daniels Whiskey.



Then when that didn't work we went to the emergency room and met a nurse who was crazy-but awesome! Then comes the favorite part of our journey, we went on an innocent trip to the land of Walmart and got a Dog. Now this Dog was and is unlike any other dog in the world! He is so adorable, so silly and very obviously not the sharpest tool in the shed. After much debate on his name....
"Applesauce," "Noodle," "Doodle," "Spanky," and McLovin, we settled on Gov'Na' McLovin Crack....now, I know what you are thinking, but its not that kind of crack he loves all small places to hide-like cracks. Here are some photos and videos for your viewing pleasure!








He has been a complete joy to have around and very entertaining: I call the video clip "LION DOG"



Either way he is a joy to have around and we adore him! I am sure you will be sing many more pics and videos of Gov'Na' in the months to come!


And last, but not least is about a little Memorial Day gathering we had yesterday to celebrate those we had lost and the lives we share today! We celebrated well! I cooked Italian, Steve bought enough alcohol to intoxicate Cuba and Steve's awesome Sister, Jen came, taught me a little bit about my fella that I didn't know-like he was an ornery brother as a child and still is now. JP-"The Pope"-also came and he was awesome too! he seemed to know how to push the few buttons my guy has in a loving way! It felt nice to have "back-up"! LOL....Seriously, some really great people! We ate until we burst, drank until we were buzzed-well Steve drank until his words were mixed up and his speech slurred and his cheeks turned a rosy pink! Then he got his ass kicked at Wii by Jen! Totally Awesome!!! The day was well spent, even though there were a lot of no shows, we had a blasty-blast! Here are some more Pics and Videos and I promise I will be back tomorrow! Cheers and Ciao!

Yeah thats right, today's topic is important. We all have those people in our groups, our entourage, our crews and our homies-That one person who is a blasty, blast until they reach that limit of no return and we spend the next several hours or even days cleaning up their mess, bonding them out of jail or looking for them on one of the British Virgin Islands. This blog helps you see that nature has a way of getting even with those people......

The first is about a drunken friend of ours named Kevin. Now Kevin is Irish-Canadian, so it makes it all the more funny. One night Kevin got separated from the rest of our group. No one thought to much of this because we all live downtown and the pub we were at was in the city, we just assumed he got pissed and went home. The next day at about 1pm in the afternoon Kevin was banging on my front door with a vengeance. He told me that he had been kidnapped by two men in a white van, held hostage all night, made to sleep in a room with other men and forced to pay $310.00 before he could go that day. He then proceeded to show me the receipt. I laughed at him and his bruised arms until I cried. I said Kevin, you weren't kidnapped by two men in a white van and held for ransom you idiot, you were picked up by the drunk tank and taken to d-tox to sober up. They charge for this service. I gave him a sandwich and sent him home.





Next we have a story about Steve, who got so wasted on Saint Patty's day this year and slept with a city parking cone and sold his I-Phone! Yep thats right, he feel asleep cuddling a city parking cone in Seattle, and his brother had the where with all to photograph it, but that is not it, he also decided in his glorified restarted state that he would sell his 500 dollar I-phone for a 95% discount(5 bucks for all you non-math whiz's) to any one that wanted it. We aren't really sure if that is really what happened but we think it might be true because he never carries cash and he woke up with no I-phone and 5 bucks......lets not forget his beloved cuddled city-cone Martha. There is still 3 hours of unaccounted mischief and a little person named Henry that ended up in the same vicinity.....to tell you the truth, we don't really want to know what went on in that lost time.




Last, but not least is a great story about one of my brother's Oliver. We call him Olli for short and he is "that guy". We can't take him any where there is alcohol. He always acts a fool and gets us in trouble! Well a few years back we decided to get even with Olli and this is something you too can do to get even with that crazy boozer in your life. And although we used air travel as our mode of vengeance, you can use train or bus! We waited for him to get good and buzzed and then sent him on his way to Salt Lake City via Plane. We bought him a one way ticket, an empty briefcase, took his wallet and phone and told the stewardess how important it was to get him on the plane-and we tipped her pretty handsomely. He woke up hung over, broke and phone less a state away with nothing but a brand new briefcase and a note detailing why he had been subjected to such a devious plan. Needless to say, Olli doesn't get so drunk any more! He is too afraid we will ship him off!



The moral of todays story is live and let live, and if God or the law doesn't punish excessive drinking, you can. Peace, Love and Rockets-Brooke and Steve

Beard Burn

You may ask what a silly name for a blog, but we thought it was catchy and it seemed to grab a hold of the basic message of this blog......we're human, we react and sometimes shit happens! This is a blog about us, that is Steve and I(Brooke).... adventures we have every day as a couple, sometimes alone and just basic humor that will hopefully bring a smile to your face!
Sometimes we laugh so hard at things we go through that we thought it would be a sin not to share it with the whole world! We have such a unique story and love life so much we hope to pass that along to our readers! Enjoy!

"BEARD BURN"

Well, if you can't guess what this story is about, then you might be slow, one of 'Jerry's Kids' or simply put-just not the sharpest tool in the shed. it all started when Steve and I started dating, well actually making out, sucking face, kissy-kissy, locking lips and stuff white people like(I looked up synonyms for kissing on Google and it came up up with "stuff white people like"). For the record-I am Italian-Steve is Czech.





.....Well to put it politely, Steve's Beard is a lot like kissing a brillo pad! And although I fell for this particular monkey pretty hard and pretty quick, it was painful and prickly and sometimes down right evil!




..........So, after spending an awesome night in with my favorite bearded fella, I had the worst beard burn EVER!!!! The following day was Sunday Funday with my Mum!-She is 69-almost 70 and a bag full of laughs, wisdom and love! I had a shopping date set for that afternoon and when my Mum arrived, picked me up and I hopped in her auto, she turned to me and said, "Where did you get that beard burn?" I-of coarse acting shocked and surprised said, "What beard burn?" She said, "On your chin Brooke." I looked at her-my 69 year old Mum and said, "How do you know what beard burn is?" She said, "Oh please child, we are Italian, we invented fellatio and beard burn." I laughed so hard I nearly peed my pants!

Events Causing Beard Burn-Awesome

Having the Actual Beard Burn-Totally Worth It

Hearing My 69-year-old Mother claim the invention of beard burning
to the great Italian nation-EFFEING PRICELESS





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So, the moral of todays story-look for laughter in painful situations.
For more information on beard burning go to
http://www.5min.com/Video/Remedies-for-Beard-Burn-266799819