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I Was Given All of the Awesome in the Gene Pool...Apologies to My Brother

It snowed last year too:  I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.  ~Dylan Thomas

Me and my brother Christmas 2011
At the moment I am sitting in Starbucks, drinking lots of caffeine and listening to "Memphis" radio. This is a popular show still on Broadway and at one time played in theaters. Right now it is playing free on Memphis so I encourage everyone to watch it. Anyway, for some reason "Eye of the Tiger" cam on this station and for some reason I suddenly had the urge to run around punching people. I blame the song, but let's face it, Caffeine does strange things to me. Maybe the two together are like mixing Mentos and Diet Coke in my stomach. That's an insane amount of awesome.

After kicking my brother's ass for about the millionth time in Words with Friends (123 point word with Faux) I did tell him this,
"It's sad that I inherited all the awesomeness in the gene pool."
The following conversation occurred.
"There wasn't a whole lot there to begin with."
"But it was still rude to have skipped you. Maybe it was like bottle ketchup. Holding out sparingly until it accidentally pours it all out on the last last attempt. You know by hitting the bottle too hard."

My other theory is like a someone splitting up a candy bar. You pass out a bunch of tiny pieces reserving until you get to the end and realize, wow, there is sooo much left. Extra amounts for the fat kid getting last dibs. Strangely, I love my brother. He's a funny guy most of the time with big ambitions. Not only that, but he's a good guy and that's hard to come by these days. You may think that I am only saying this because he's my brother, but really that's why this is surprising I'm saying it. He's my stupid older brother. He is the one who has kicked my ass my entire life.

With his oldest girl playing with the iPad.

  • When we were kids I remember my brother tricking me in to getting in the close hamper, he would then sit on top if it while I freaked out. Maybe this is why I have a slight issue with claustrophobia. 
  • My mother tells me he used to do other things such as pushing me out of my bassinet so he could sleep in it instead.
  • My favorite story involves him trying to push me out of my car seat while the car was moving. He fell out instead. My mother took him to the doctor to make sure he was ok and then beat him all the way to the car. 
As you can see he's always been an idiot. Secretly, he is a nice guy now. He drives a bus all day full of kids, which he actually likes. He has four kids that he not only adores, but is willing to uproot his entire life leaving everything to give them a good childhood. At the moment this possibly means Alaska. He also added to his family by adopting one of my dogs puppies. Yes, he fell in love with a dog that will be no more than 8 pounds. How girly is that for a guy?

I told you caffeine does strange things to me. It makes me bipolar.


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