Mr. T

All right, not much has been happening. School is almost out, and I am so excited to be graduating. It is about time.... really. I love school, but at the same time, I'm done. I'm not sure what I'm going to blog about, so this will go all over the place... probably.

Recently, I've been peeved about germs. I don't know if it's because it's the 'flu season', or if it's just a phase (yes, I have been through one of those before). But I've noticed how often I wash my hands. About a year ago, I started working at a local animal clinic, and was cleaning. Blah. Cleaning, like I didn't do enough of that at home. But a job was a job, and I had the opportunity to move up and do something I actually wanted to do, so I took it. I have been given a few more liberties because of that job, and literally thank God every day for this job. Sometimes it's stressful, coming home at 10 (10!) PM, and everyone is in bed. My bedtime is 9, so it was not strange, but a little... hurtful. Nobody waited for me. And after a certain experience a little more than a year ago, I had a hard time falling asleep if somebody else wasn't there. So I took to sleeping downstairs in my brother's bedroom (also, construction is going on upstairs).

My brother, Mr. T, is roughly two years younger than I am. We all get a long fairly well (there are three boys, and one girl-Me), and with him, my relationship was just...different. And again, each relationship with each brother and/or every family member is different. He was a more...philosophical brother. And a realist. You couldn't give him a situation, even in joking, where he didn't pull it apart. "Well, technically you can't do that because..." or "That's impossible. That defies every natural law." I am usually a calm person, but it just bothered me so much, and I would just turn around and say, "Mr. T.... IT'S JUST A JOKE." But he had a twisted sense of humor.

But he would come to me looking for advice. ME. ADVICE. What could I do? I was good at listening, and fancied myself well at keeping secrets: I never told anyone a secret, unless I knew it was okay. Even then, I knew there were some things that you just did NOT talk about unless it was one on one with that person and their secret. So he talked. He told me memories I didn't remember, and he had a perspective that was just different. I loved him for it.

He also got deep into our religion (LDS). We always came home from church on Sundays, and over dinner, discussed things about church. Then he would bring up topics that NO ONE understood what he was talking about. We would just sit there with our mouths agape (yes, agape) until he finished. "What did you say?" He would turn to his food, slightly blushing and say, "sorry. It was just brought up in Sunday School today." Amazing. He's a genius, but not always street smart. Mind you, he was born a blond.

So here I am, babbling about my baby brother, and I'm sure you don't care. That's OK. What did I expect from the world wide web?