Monday, March 5, 2012

My Little Brother

It's his birthday today. He turns 22.

His name is Chad and he likes to be called Chad Jet. I call him my "little" brother, but if you judged by our height - he has be beat. We are three and a half years apart. We look nothing alike. We fought when we were young - as much as any other brother and sister combo. He liked to wrestle and jump off the walls. I liked to play with dolls and do homework. Most days, I tried to act like his mother. In fact, I can assure you, I yelled at him more than my mother ever did. That's a true story.

Today, our relationship is a lot the same. He is care-free. I am not. He likes to stay up late. I am lucky to make it past 10PM. He likes to sleep in. I can't seem to keep my eyes shut past 8AM. He likes to drink whiskey. I can't even stomach the smell of it. He is irresponsible most days (yes, I am his sister, so I can admit that). I, however, like to live responsibly. He lives life a little dangerously - simply put, he is a white water raft guide through the summer. Me? Well, if I could wear a helmet everywhere I go with society's acceptance, I would. He likes to yell at me. I like to yell back. In fact, he is infamous for hanging up the phone every time I raise my voice.

Despite the differences, here's the good: We are honest with each other - good or bad. He will be the first to tell me when my outfit looks ridiculous and I will be the first to tell him that he should be paying his own cell phone bill, instead of our mom. We share advice on relationships - both heartwarming and heartbreaking. We can legally share beverages at the bar, just not whiskey. We share the same taste in music - acoustic and eclectic are some of our favs. We love to read - he like non-fiction; I like fiction. We share a special connection -- one where you can look at each other and know exactly what the other is thinking. We can laugh ourselves to tears without saying one word to each other. We have memories together that we'd like to forget and memories that we wouldn't have wanted to share with anyone else. Yet, all memories, that have made us who we are today and build our special relationship.

I am so thankful to have you in my life and don't think I would be the same person without you. I have a lot to learn from you -- You have an incredible attitude about life. You're smarter than I will ever be. You live life to the fullest everyday. You tell the best stories. You can make a group of strangers laugh within 5 minutes of meeting them. You don't have a judgmental bone in your body. You try to find the best in everyone. You have a lot to learn from me in return and I want you to know, I wouldn't want anyone else walking me down the aisle on my wedding day, but you. Dad would be proud of you. I know Mom already is.

If I could shrink the distance between us, I would do it today and everyday. Drink one for me. Be safe. I love you with all of my heart, brother. xo.

PS. Your gift will arrive in the mail tomorrow. The other half will arrive next week.

A No Plans Kind of Weekend

For once in my life, I don't have a lot to talk about.

We didn't have plans for this weekend. Sometimes, those are the best kind of weekends.

On Friday, Scott was anxious to come home to the arrival of two new books. He got a glass of wine, started reading, and fell sound asleep at 8:11PM. Guess that is why he doesn't read much.

Saturday, I went to a bridal shower for my girlfriends, sister-in-law. The party was darling and the mommy-to-be got a lot of sweet things for her baby boy.

The Hostess and my sexy Friend - Andrea

Andrea's sweet babygirl - Maddie

We tell Maddie I am her Auntie. She calls me Ky-Ky. She said "Thank You" (in some form of baby talk) the other day when I gave her cheerios. Scott was impressed. She has better manners than he does. She fills my desire for babies and makes me smile every time I am around her.

Following the shower, Scott planned a fun afternoon. Said he was taking me to a zoo. Not a zoo with real animals, but a zoo with art-shaped-animals. It was called Swetsville. I think we both went with higher expectations. It was basically a junk yard, with animals and "things" built out of rusted metal. It took talent (and maybe sweat, hence the name) to build them, so we stayed and walked around. We stayed for approximately seven minutes. Maybe nine.

At the entrance.

He joined the "metal" band

Sunday was just as exciting as Saturday. The sun was shining. We could literally taste Spring in the air. It was too nice to be inside, so we threw on some sneakers and took a nice long walk to the local reservoir. The mountains looked beautiful. The geese were flocking to the chilled water. The breeze was just enough to cool our sun-kissed faces. Sounds perfect, right? Then Monty threw up three times.

The geese and mountain backdrop.

Before the sickness set in.

We will make up for our no-plans-weekend, with a busy week. My girlfriend, Jo and I will continue our "Monday Bachelor Date Night" in front of the TV, watching all the girls gang up on Courtney. I must say, I have been looking forward to this episode all season. We also have a family dinner planned this week at a Hibachi Grille. I love watching people prepare my food. I wish I could say it gives me inspiration to do more in the kitchen -- but it doesn't! We plan to end the week, with a punk-rock date night in Denver to see "American Idiot" on Broadway. Did you really think Scott would miss the opportunity to sing Basketcase with a Broadway cast and a theater full of Green Day Fans. Absolutely not.

More to come. Stay tuned and until next time smile. xo.
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