Friday, November 20, 2009

fantastically fabulous brother-of-mine friday???

hmmmmmm..........not so sure about that one. :)

OBviously that was suggested by my very own fantastically fabulous (also OBVIOUSLY very humble) brother. Sooooooo....what to say, what to say?

Hmmmmm....really, should it BE this hard???


Seriously. My brother is one cool guy. Most probably the coolest, funniest, always-be-there-for-you, kind of guy. He is an awesome dad, and, from what I hear, a pretty gosh-darn-good math teacher.

Growing up we fought alot. Well, who doesn't fight with their brothers and/or sisters? For a while we had to share a room. Our Nana had moved in with us because she had a heart attack and my mom needed to be able to take care of her. Matthew and I had to share his room. Because it was HIS room, I had to listen to his favorite music ALL THE TIME. At the time, his FAVORITE music came from uber-cheesy Disney records. Specifically, that would be the ever-popular, oh-so-catchy, "Swamp Fox." The story of Francis Marion, from the American Revolution. Hear it once, no problem. Hear it twice, still, not too much of a problem. Hear it OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND makes one want to, oh, I don't know, ram an ice pick into their eardrums. Now, mind you, he KNEW I hated (loathed, despised) that #$*%^*# song. What did my adorable, sweet, considerate, little brother do? Played it OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND...well, you get the picture.

Then there was the time that I have been accused of hanging him on the clothesline pole. He ended up with a pretty badly damaged arm and I somehow got all the blame. Still can't figure out how THAT happened.

There are more stories that I could tell....many more, but I suppose he could tell just as many about me. ;) What I will say, though, is that my brother is one of a small handful of people that I know that I can depend on. We pretty much only have each other. I can't relate to people with big families. The kind of families where everyone is always in everyone else's business. We didn't have that growing up. We lived in a city pretty far away from everyone else in either family. We sort of knew my mom's family and we didn't really know my dad's family at all. I miss that. But Matthew and I know that we have each other and that's cool. I know that I can call him any day, and any time of the day and he will be there for me no matter what.

So, yes, I guess, no, I know, that brother of mine is indeed pretty fantastically fabulous. :)

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