Big Sisters and Little Brothers

I'm the older sibling of two. You know how that game goes, right? I'm older than my adoring brother by almost five years. I'm pretty sure I thought life was perfect before HE came along, but I adjusted... I think! Anyhow, I spent the majority of fourteen years torturing him since he was a major pain-in-my-ass.

He was cute enough until he was about eight I suppose. Maybe a little bit younger. However old he was when he and Jenny Pott's brother started eating my Bonnie Bell flavored chapsticks. I mean... seriously! I had to walk all the way downtown to Lehan Drugs to buy those! I had Dr. Pepper, Orange Crush, and Hubba Bubba flavors and that little twerp ATE THEM! After he decided to feast on my second set, I decided he must be taught a lesson. I covered my floor with thumbtacks. Fair, right? I mean... I warned him not to go in my room. My mother obviously didn't agree that it was the "CORRECT" thing to do, as she had to pull tacks out of his feet and knees, but whatever.

Perhaps there was the time I locked him in the newly built shed and thew away the key for spitting on my skateboard. We could talk about his fear of thunderstorms and how my friends and I would climb the tree outside his window when there were cloudy skies and rattle cookie sheets and scream like possessed demons. Whatever.

Then there was the time that he always talks about. He tells everyone I kicked his teeth out with my ice skates. I did not. Yes, his teeth fell out. Yes, I had skates on. The story goes like this... I believe Julie Fleetwood, Jill Marrett, and Caitlin Hathaway were in the Volkswagon Rabbit with me (and my little brother) getting ready to go ice skating at the lagoon. We were talking about which boys we loved (6th grade) and who we wanted to kiss. My brother immediately piped in with "I'm telling MOM!". He happened to be in the front seat, facing the back seat, sitting on his knees. I had my ice skates on. I kicked the seat and threatened his life. The seat was not locked in place, flew forward, and his teeth went flying - along with what seemed like a bucket of blood. My mom flew out of the back door with a stream of obscenities, my friends scattered like rats in a rainstorm, and I never went to the lagoon.

So, the rest of our life kind of follows suit. He may be 6'3 and a grown up with a wife and two kids, but he's still my annoying little brother. He loves to say things just to irritate me. He always has to say the last word. He's still a hypochondriac who is afraid of thunderstorms (my fault - I know!). I still have to be right, tell him he's wrong, and have the last LAST word. I have to argue with him even when it's not worth it, and make an ass of him in public. It's a sibling thing.

He got his wisdom teeth out today. He's been worried about it for weeks and weeks. Worried about complications and the pain. I've made fun of him throughout his worries of course. I threatened him and told him that I'd show up with a video camera to make fun of him and post it on facebook. I told him we'd all laugh at him when he was coming out of anesthesia and making no sense. I told him we had planned on making party hats and putting them on him and making him look like a total ass. He was so worried, that he told his wife not to let me know when the surgery was.

Truth is, I was worried about him yesterday - I remember how nervous I was about mine coming out. Tori just had hers out recently and it was awful. I know how miserable he must be today and I never really would have done anything mean... but I couldn't let him know that, right??? I just hope he listened to his big sister for once and is taking some pain medication. If not, I hope his poor wife is taking it instead so she doesn't have to listen to him! LOL...

So... on to food conversation... since HE can't eat!

Lunch was linguine pasta with shrimp, roasted red peppers, and a garlic/lemon white wine sauce, salad, and garlic bread. We were all home today, so it was a big lunch.

Dinner is about done. Chicken breasts with a creamy mushroom and wine sauce, basmati rice (it tasted really good yesterday and is soooo good with this sauce), and green beans with cranberries.


I'm off to pour a nice glass of Riesling... or at least find a tall straw.