Brain Fog, Rolaids, LEGO Snot-Boogers, Hair Trivia, and Another FREE Book

Like a MORON, I forgot my brother, Scott’s birthday the other day. The summer has flown by. The months, days,and weeks have bled together into one mass clump of ‘where the hell did it go to”. I didn’t even go to the different card stores to search for the perfect birthday card.

You see, every year my brother and I search for the funniest card ever for each others’ birthday. And well…I don’t know what happened this year…Fatigue? Menopause? Camp NaNo? Countdown to unleashing Secondhand Shoes?

Anyway, he was my most favorite little brother ever. But then again, he’s the only brother I’ve got. And today, I’d love to share some little brother stories.

“Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh,” my brother would sing. Yup. He sang this every time he sat on the potty. He sang this every time we went on long car trips. And he sang this after he got tucked into bed before he fell asleep for the night.

“How do you spell relief?” he said one night at the dinner table. At three-years-old, they were the first words he spoke ever in his life. “R-O-L-A-I-D-S.” My step dad dropped his fork. So did mom. And I believe my sister and I busted out laughing.

Since my bother was a head-banging-tantrum-thrower, he wore a football helmet everywhere. When he was a tot, he sported a blue and white football helmet everywhere. Even in pictures.

My brother always played Barbie dolls with my sister and me. He always brought his G.I. Joes to play. Our Ken dolls had plenty of competition when he brought them over.

One day, my brother decided to show what a true clown he was. While playing with LEGOS, he decided to dangle several of the linkies from his nose. You know, LEGO snot-boogers. Well, he sucked back. To this day, the LEGO snot-boogers are stuck somewhere in his head.

When my sister was the last one to have Aunt Rose to come to visit her, my brother curled up in fetal position and cried, “I don’t want my period to come. I don’t want one. I’m afraid.” He was a eleven at the time.

For eleven years, his BFF was his thumb. I was surprised it never melted  in his mouth or got sucked off.

My brother was always a gentleman, too. He held the doors open for my sister and me. And he never called us names. Nor did he hit us. Later in life when he got married, he was the best husband ever. He worked, cooked, cleaned, cared for the yard and cars, and took a major part in rearing his kids. Unfortunately, my sister-in-law didn’t appreciate what she had and left after sixteen years. Thankfully, she walked away from my niece and nephew. They are great kids. Well adjusted and drug free. My brother did a great job raising them.

Happy Forty-Two Years, little brother!

Love your brain-fogged sister,

Shelly

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Here’s some HAIR TRIVIA

Three thousand B.C. years ago how did the Egyptian men and women really wear their hair?

I’ll share the answer on Monday.

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Here’s another FREE download for the Labor Day Weekend

Cynthia Bagley has a FREE book to download. Go check her info on how to get it at Scrambled Sage

Another FREEBIE

Sword of Time by A.M. Sawyer is FREE, too. 

Blurb

In a world of science, Magic would have free reign. Modern man has inadvertently unlocked the timeless prison of a madman, and must now face a wrath that has been festering for millions of years. To save the world, a warrior must be found, one who can face this master of magic. That responsibility has fallen to four teenagers lost on a trip in the outback. Guided by protectors of an ancient weapon, they must destroy the evil sage once and for all, and save the billions of lives lost to his will. Will these four friends rise to accept the impossible challenges that they must face, or will our history end with the current generations? For there to be any hope of a future, the battle must be fought in both the present and the past. Prepare for a War the likes of which you’ve never seen. Fight for victory with the “Sword of Time”

Hugs and chocolate to all!

Shelly