We interrupt your regular Camel Life broadcasting today for a very special announcement:
on this day, some 23 (give or take) odd years ago, the world became a better, and much more sarcastic place, with the introduction of my big brother Stephen:
And since this paragon of maturity and class
lives halfway across the country and I’m too cheap to mail him a gift is someone I love very much, I decided to write a blog post today in honour of his birthday. Aww. (If you’re counting- that’s like, two posts in a row now that are not entirely about me. Must be some kind of record).
As some of you may or may not know, I am the youngest of 5- count em- 5 children (I know, it’s like the Duggars up in here). Stephen is the middle child, and the eldest of my two brothers… which basically means that he spent the better part of his youth terrorizing me and the rest of my siblings, and generally wreaking havoc and getting up to no good.
Having Stephen as an older brother shaped my life and development in a number of important ways. For example, without him I never would have learned such an extensive catalogue of wrestling moves.. or more importantly- how to escape them (figure-four leg locks have nothing on me)… and I hasten to think about where I might be today were it not for all of those weekly punching and roundhouse kicking lessons. I also credit the times he tied me up with skipping ropes, smothered me with comforters, stole my Easter Bunny and left ransom notes, and told me the splinter in my finger was going to turn gangrenous and I’d have to get my arm amputated with helping me to develop a kind of extreme mental fortitute. That, and severe anxiety, claustrophobia, and repressed memories. Kidding.
I’m not kidding.
As I grew older, though, our relationship changed… and I began to feel less like I was living in a Wes Craven film, and more like my big brother was becoming my friend. It’s because of him that I first found an interest in comedy- he’s the one who introduced to such TV shows as Family Guy, the Simpsons, and South Park… all of which would shape my sense of humour (for better or for worse) and the type of writer and general smart-ass I was to become. He’s also one of the most laid-back, and relaxed people I have ever met.. You know that book “Don’t sweat the Small Stuff?” Yeah. He wrote that. (ok, so it was actually some Richard Carlson dude… but it should’ve been him). And as an avid cartoon watcher and count-chocula eater at 35 years young, he has taught me to never take myself too seriously, and that if you can’t be silly and laugh at yourself, well then friend, you’re doing something wrong.
I could go on and on about all the reasons he’s awesome- but since a picture is worth 1,000 words, I thought I would share some photos to demonstrate some other things my brother is really good at (or at least, what his Facebook tells me he’s good at). Enjoy.
1. Balancing small children on one knee:
2. Being a responsible pet owner
3. Posing introspectively in front of objects in nature:
3. Getting Married
4. Rocking “Blue Steel” for photo ops:
6. Identifying land from a distance:
8. Wearing hats:
10. Being the best big brother a girl could ask for:
Except for my other big brother. Or maybe Owen Wilson. Or Ben Affleck.. or Kevin Jonas. or Theo Huxtable. He’s up there anyway.
Question of the Day: Do you have any brothers or sisters?
P.S. I was forced to google “who is the oldest Jonas brother” for that last line. Perhaps a new low for me.