Ain't No Joke!

I spent the 4th of July with my family. We didn't have fireworks, but our neighbors have plenty for us to watch. I was ill in the morning to mid-afternoon, from food poisoning I guess. I felt very nauseous, and hurled the seltzer water & pepto I got from my mom. So, I napped while my kiddie and her cousins got wet with the sprinklers in the backyard. Around 3pm, I woke up with a pool of drool on my arm and felt much better. I was able to eat, and keep my food down. By that time Family Dude had a couple beers in his system and we were talking about how he is planning on going to the army in September if all goes well with things in his life. I dunno, I sort of don't want him to go, because of the apparent danger of being in the armed forces, but I know that he loves all things military. I can understand that. If I had never left in my teen years, I would have prolly joined the army to help pay for college. And, I would have hated anyone to worry about me, because then that would mean that they thought that I couldn't hack it. So, I'm not even going to entertain the thought of worry, I know my brother could hold his own.

I suggested that maybe he should try the Airforce, what with him having 20/20 vision and all, but he said that it would be too difficult for him to be a pilot. A good pilot candidate would have to have gone to Westpoint right out of highschool. He told me he wants to be a paratrooper. Cool, I thought, my lil bro, jumping out of planes.

We went out in the evening and sat on the steps, watched the fireworks. Family Dude had the radio blasted, and at one point played Tapps. I should have brought my kiddie some sparklers, I thought, but her and her cousins were busy playing with their Barbies. I sat and watched the fireworks, wishing Adam was there with me. Soon my mom and Maria joined Family Dude and I, and we were all talking, it was nice. As, soon as it hit late evening, I started to leave, but my brother, said that I HAD to stay, and be with the family. "Don't be shady." He said. I stayed a little longer, then his friend Chris, who is also tipsy came by.

I thought I was saved now....Family Dude would be busy talking to Chris and not really notice when I did leave. :P But then, he commented started talking about me. No, not in the usual way that siblings talk about you. Wanna hear it? Hear it goes:

Family Dude: So Chris, you living the fat life?
Chris: Yeah dude, I gotta lose weight.
Family Dude: You lost a whole shit load before.
Chris: Yeah, I went from 250 to 180....now I'm back again.
Family Dude: Yeah, I'm going to the park now, and jogging and shit
Chris: Aw, I can't do that yet
Family Dude: Naw, man, my sister, she runs everyday man, and not no jogging, she RUNS like 3 miles
Me: 4 miles (hehe, such a showoff)
Chris: No shit, she sprints, hehehe.
Family Dude: my sister, she ain't no joke.

I couldn't help but feel warm and fuzzy at my brother saying those things about me, I thought he was kinda joking, but he was pretty serious, and drunk enough to let things that he would not normally say slip. It was the nicest thing I've ever heard him say about me.