My brothers are so damn cute. Ahh.
Nov. 26th, 2003 04:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideSo I called J and O yesterday to wish them an Eid Mubarak, had to leave them messages. And neither of them called back. Which, you know, it was ok. I was a little sad not to have talked to them, but really, we're all so busy and I know how packed their schedules get. Ultimately, whenever I've really needed anything, they've both been there for me. So whatever. Slacking bastards.
But today they both called! Yay! And they're both so adorable. O was worried that I wasn't coming to his last-minute-invite Thanksgiving dinner because I was worried I'd be in the way, which ok, is true, but I also did make alternative plans. Em made a point of calling me yesterday to invite me, which was very nice.
They might come to visit on Sunday on their way to Vancouver with my birthday present woo! It'll be nice to see the them. And um get my damn present already. *greedy*
Weirdest moment in my life: Sarah telling me that J and I were exactly alike. We both apparently talk at the speed of life and have the same sense of humor. So, somewhat stutteringly I said: "But I worship J." She just grinned back at me. Huh.
Hrm. I wonder if I should have gone to O's for Thanksgiving. I just never know when they're being polite. And Em already feels the burden of familial intrusions so much, I never want to add to that. *bundle of neuroticness*
Big brothers are so funny. J was always so much older, he was like a second dad. Still is, particularly when it comes to lecturing me about what's wrong with my life. *makes face* And O, I think, being struck with middle-child-itis, just hated me for so long. Which, yes, unfairly I was the baby and the only girl and was coddled to death. Which is why I'm the big sissy I am today.
I don't know when it changed. When we started just talking like ...people. But family is so weird. Because it's not a normal relationship. It's not like ...friends. Since college, I've lived with both of them briefly while I was changing cities, and it was amazing. It's so ...weird to see your brother married. And interacting, not as a tormenting older sibling, but as a person ...with their wife. Just fascinating. Seeing J as a dad has been surreal. I never thought I'd ever see my oldest brother softly singing lullabies. I stood and gaped openly the first time. Especially J. Who is Mr Man. My god. Dude has no feminine side.
I have this great memory from when I was 12. I was cleaning the hall bathroom, and O had left a big white bucket in there. He used these huge buckets to transport his fish or something. I picked it up, and suddenly a spider ran over my fingers. I shrieked at the top of my lungs and dropped the bucket, which clanged rather loudly on the floor. This was pretty unusual, I don't think they'd ever heard me scream before. From three different corners of the house, my dad and both J and O came running at top speed. At the time I was mortified for causing a scene and apologized quickly and we all moved on. But it's always stuck in my mind: this feeling of being so utterly protected. I don't think everyone is that lucky. That day was just when I became fully aware of it.
Then I started dating and learned that no one can protect you from pain *dry*
But today they both called! Yay! And they're both so adorable. O was worried that I wasn't coming to his last-minute-invite Thanksgiving dinner because I was worried I'd be in the way, which ok, is true, but I also did make alternative plans. Em made a point of calling me yesterday to invite me, which was very nice.
They might come to visit on Sunday on their way to Vancouver with my birthday present woo! It'll be nice to see the them. And um get my damn present already. *greedy*
Weirdest moment in my life: Sarah telling me that J and I were exactly alike. We both apparently talk at the speed of life and have the same sense of humor. So, somewhat stutteringly I said: "But I worship J." She just grinned back at me. Huh.
Hrm. I wonder if I should have gone to O's for Thanksgiving. I just never know when they're being polite. And Em already feels the burden of familial intrusions so much, I never want to add to that. *bundle of neuroticness*
Big brothers are so funny. J was always so much older, he was like a second dad. Still is, particularly when it comes to lecturing me about what's wrong with my life. *makes face* And O, I think, being struck with middle-child-itis, just hated me for so long. Which, yes, unfairly I was the baby and the only girl and was coddled to death. Which is why I'm the big sissy I am today.
I don't know when it changed. When we started just talking like ...people. But family is so weird. Because it's not a normal relationship. It's not like ...friends. Since college, I've lived with both of them briefly while I was changing cities, and it was amazing. It's so ...weird to see your brother married. And interacting, not as a tormenting older sibling, but as a person ...with their wife. Just fascinating. Seeing J as a dad has been surreal. I never thought I'd ever see my oldest brother softly singing lullabies. I stood and gaped openly the first time. Especially J. Who is Mr Man. My god. Dude has no feminine side.
I have this great memory from when I was 12. I was cleaning the hall bathroom, and O had left a big white bucket in there. He used these huge buckets to transport his fish or something. I picked it up, and suddenly a spider ran over my fingers. I shrieked at the top of my lungs and dropped the bucket, which clanged rather loudly on the floor. This was pretty unusual, I don't think they'd ever heard me scream before. From three different corners of the house, my dad and both J and O came running at top speed. At the time I was mortified for causing a scene and apologized quickly and we all moved on. But it's always stuck in my mind: this feeling of being so utterly protected. I don't think everyone is that lucky. That day was just when I became fully aware of it.
Then I started dating and learned that no one can protect you from pain *dry*
