My Brother

Most of you have heard me talk about my younger brother. He's 26 and lives in Hawaii. At least until August. Then he and his girlfriend are moving back to Sacramento. He says he wants a "big boy job" and his girlfriend wants to go back to school.

My brother is my best friend. I am his biggest supporter and fan. His sense of humor is second to none. The kid is so quick and witty, you can't help but laugh at him.

The other day, I received an email from my friend Roseanne who lives in Beijing, China. She mentioned to me that she loved my headline on my myspace page. I was a little confused since I hadn't changed my headline in a month or so, so I asked her what it said. She responded with "it says 'I like clowns alot.' " Now, for those of you who don't know, I am terrified of clowns. But that's a story for another post...all I'll say about it right now is that it's my dad's fault. So, anyway, I told her that I didn't write that and was a bit baffled at who could have gotten onto my page and changed it. Then I realized that it was my brother. What a little jerk!

I told Roseanne that it must have been Scotty and she laughed and said that it sounds like him and she should have known.

I called him later that evening and when he answered, after calling him a few choice names, I asked him when he changed it and how he got into my account. He said that he changed it when he was here in April visiting and I had left it open on my computer at home. Then laughed at me for taking a month to figure it out.

I'm actually still laughing about that one and as much as I try and convince him of it, he was not left on the front steps of the police department one hot august day in 1980 and brought home by my dad to be adopted.