Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Happy Birthday, Big Brother

Today is the 45th birthday of my brother, David. It kind of freaks me out that he and I are now firmly entrenched in our 40's. It probably freaks my parents out even more.

I want to thank David for sticking by me all these years... for letting me hang out with him and his friends in the backyard, even if I always ended up hurt and crying after a rough game of "Smear the Queer" (not that there is anything wrong with that).

He also taught me how to build an actual space rocket (a three seater!) in our local junkyard when I was in first grade that would have actually flown to the moon if only the vacuum tubes we could find scattered between the junker cars had not all been broken minus one.

He didn't freak out at all when I dated his roommate my first year of college, nor did he yell too much after I pulled all the unpaid pink parking tickets out of his glove compartment and spread them all over my lap while looking for the car registration for the cop that had just pulled him over (He might not have been so understanding if the cop had understood what he was looking at).

So, Happy Birthday, David. I lucked out when I got you as a big brother. I hope you have at least another 45 good years ahead. I love you.

7 comments:

Alexis Jacobs said...

What a great post to your brother :) He's a cutie!

Snowbird said...

Hmmm, I didn't know about the rocket ship or the unpaid parking tickets. Gee, I learn something new all the time! And yeah, it does freak me out that you are both in your 40's.

Shama-Lama Mama said...

Mom,
Remember when we (as adults) told you that we went to the junkyard to play? It was that time. David and Brian and I were building a rocket ship out of carseats and old television guts. We found tubes that would screw into sockets but most were broken. They had me believing (with some skepticism) that if we filled all the sockets it would fly. But most everyone on the ground was broken.
Ahhh well...

Kevin Kern said...

I think we all lucked out.

And you're right Alexis--he's totally hot.

Wrath said...

I don't remember the parking tickets either quite frankly.

I do remember the junkyard and quality time at the oil refinery.

And the spaceship WOULD have flown by the way.

I remember buiding haunted houses in the basement and having them featured on local tv.

I also remember scarring you for life by convincing you that you were adopted.

Those were wonderful memories.

Shama-Lama Mama said...

David,
LOL, yeah, I remember that awesome haunted house, too. The parking tickets were from college. You were driving me somewhere and a cop pulled you over, asked for your registration. I said I would get it and didn't know what all the little papers were that I was pulling out. You looked horrified when I gave you the registration booklet, and told me after he let you go, that those were all parking tickets.

Actually, you were a wee bit angry that I didn't see what they were, but the cop hadn't either, so it was cool. He let you go with a warning.

gail said...

LOL. I wish I'd had YOUR big brother -- my two big brothers made ME cry by convincing me that I was BORN into that family! Whatever, big brothers are a treasure, it's good to have one!