Posting to poast!
I don't blog much, cause they usually end up into bitching whining e-drama rants about oh woe is me stuff. Yay!
But apparently a friend who can't get on one of the many various IM's I use to talk to me and still wants to know what's going on... So I guess I get to try this a second.. (Third?) time? yay!
Well today is.. uhm.Thursday, Janurary 29th, My little brother (Who isn't so little anymore) is turning 18 tomorrow... @_@ Where have all the days gone? All the Years? By the gods, I remember when he was as little as my two Sons!
I look around at all my family pictures and just shake my head.. It's unbelievable just how fast time flies. I still feel the same as I did when I was in highschool- give or take a few differences, but the kids... My baby cousins are all old now- some in MIDDLE SCHOOL! I remember feeding them their bottles! I remember painting their walls with kiddy murals and everything... now the walls are painted over to look Older and more Sophisticated, they don't call me 'She She' anymore... but rather look at me through confused eyes- Part of them still worship me, want me to sing to them, dance with them and look for fairies in the woods and forests around the house... and part of them give me that jaded- angry look of 'You are such a heathen' that I know their parents gave them.... Meaning to or not.
Anyway- back to my brother. I worry for him. He's headstrong and nieve in a bad way. He loves to have fun and... because he was the baby and he had the best looks out of all of us- He's always had the world handed to him, now he is 18- He has no inheritance... only the car Aunty bought him and the life lessons given from her and our late father.... I worry that he will joke one day with the wrng person, say the wrong thing... do the wrong thing and get hurt-
I still remember the half a year of nightmares when he turned 14 so many years back that had me calling my aunt at 4 in the morning- I never have dreams about people dying unless they actually do... and soon- So the fact he's gone so long and still as rowdy as ever makes me happy....
-shrugs-
My sons. Oh boy... Stephen is growing up so fast. He's going to be a year old here in a few more days (4 after his father leaves for Boot Camp to be precise)
He walks up and down stairs. Learned the word No...
Which is better then his brother who is going on three- acts like he's one and learned the word 'Fuck' and 'Shit' from his DEAR father.
-sighs-
Speaking of... I need to go get some soap to wash his mouth out... AGAIN... BBL
But apparently a friend who can't get on one of the many various IM's I use to talk to me and still wants to know what's going on... So I guess I get to try this a second.. (Third?) time? yay!
Well today is.. uhm.Thursday, Janurary 29th, My little brother (Who isn't so little anymore) is turning 18 tomorrow... @_@ Where have all the days gone? All the Years? By the gods, I remember when he was as little as my two Sons!
I look around at all my family pictures and just shake my head.. It's unbelievable just how fast time flies. I still feel the same as I did when I was in highschool- give or take a few differences, but the kids... My baby cousins are all old now- some in MIDDLE SCHOOL! I remember feeding them their bottles! I remember painting their walls with kiddy murals and everything... now the walls are painted over to look Older and more Sophisticated, they don't call me 'She She' anymore... but rather look at me through confused eyes- Part of them still worship me, want me to sing to them, dance with them and look for fairies in the woods and forests around the house... and part of them give me that jaded- angry look of 'You are such a heathen' that I know their parents gave them.... Meaning to or not.
Anyway- back to my brother. I worry for him. He's headstrong and nieve in a bad way. He loves to have fun and... because he was the baby and he had the best looks out of all of us- He's always had the world handed to him, now he is 18- He has no inheritance... only the car Aunty bought him and the life lessons given from her and our late father.... I worry that he will joke one day with the wrng person, say the wrong thing... do the wrong thing and get hurt-
I still remember the half a year of nightmares when he turned 14 so many years back that had me calling my aunt at 4 in the morning- I never have dreams about people dying unless they actually do... and soon- So the fact he's gone so long and still as rowdy as ever makes me happy....
-shrugs-
My sons. Oh boy... Stephen is growing up so fast. He's going to be a year old here in a few more days (4 after his father leaves for Boot Camp to be precise)
He walks up and down stairs. Learned the word No...
Which is better then his brother who is going on three- acts like he's one and learned the word 'Fuck' and 'Shit' from his DEAR father.
-sighs-
Speaking of... I need to go get some soap to wash his mouth out... AGAIN... BBL