Tuesday, May 22, 2007

The Bro, The Weekend, and The 'Stang

All in all I had a fairly un-eventful long weekend. Which, really, was just what I needed. The husband hit the highway early Friday afternoon for the 3 hour drive to our hometown and I followed suit when I got off at 4 that afternoon. There is a long, convoluted story about why we took two cars home, which I won't bore you with - but we ended up coming back together in Bruce.
Anyways, I may have mentioned before that I am somewhat of a lead-foot behind the wheel. On the open highway (and when my husband isn't in the car to scold me) I really let go. I crank my music to deafening levels, sing till my voice is hoarse, and wave as I pass everyone in front of me. I love it.
The thing is, the speed limit on the highway in Manitoba is 100km/hour, that translates into about 60m/hour to my American friends. I have a very hard time sticking to that speed limit. Most people set their cruise at about 10 over the speed limit. I set mine 20 over, and eventually just turn the cruise off because I don't seem to be moving fast enough.
Why do I feel such a need for speed? I seriously think it has something to do with the music, which is pumping through my body at such a fast pace, and also because I know that at that the end of that highway is peace and relaxation. My hometown is kind of like a haven for me, one of the only places I can go to truly relax.
My 14 year old brother Matthew called me earlier in the week to break some news. He had bought his first car! More accurately, my dad had bought my brother his first car, which he will pay back, though it will take him till he's about 45 years old.
I've been working on my dad to buy a car for he and I to fix up together for several years now. Something old and beat up, that we can take the time and effort to fix up and make beautiful. I'm slowly wearing him down, and I figure when he retires in two years he will eventually give in and I'll get my wish. The idea for me though, is to learn about restoring the car, while hanging out with my dad - and having a smokin' hot car at the end.
My brother, on the other hand, just has a thing about old cars and wanted one that was in fairly decent shape. They found it last week in Minnesota and picked it up on Tuesday. My brother is now the proud owner of a 1969 Ford Mustang. The great part about it for me is that since he can't drive it, I get to go home, pull the cover off, crank some tunes, and go cruising with him - which he thinks is so cool. Besides the fact that people stop to stare when you drive by, it's a lot of fun to cruise around with him - we're both laughing our heads off and singing away to AC/DC.

This weekend basically turned into me and my brother hanging out most of the time. The husband went fishing Saturday and Sunday - rolling in after 10 both days. My dad was in for part of the day Saturday, then ended up getting called to work that afternoon. My mom was home with us but was feeling pretty crappy most of the weekend and so was pretty quiet.
So, what do a brother and sister do when there really is nothing to do? They practice their guitar's together, they watch movies, they go for drives in the brother's new car, they tease each other, fight, wrestle, laugh hysterically, and drive each other crazy. Oh, and this sister teases her brother relentlessly about his loser hair - seriously, he looks so retarded.
The really bad part about that? His stupid hair actually grew on me over the weekend - not grew, like that blonde mop was coming from my head, but grew like I actually started to not completely hate it - just to clear that up for those of you that were wondering.
And really, who am I to talk? My hair looks pretty pathetic in these pictures too (and his curls are what my hair looks like if I let mine go - shudder).
It's ridiculous how much fun I have with my brother - half the time we're laughing so hard that we are the only ones that can understand each other. To the untrained ear our language is just a series of shrieks and laughs, interrupted by the occasional "you loser" and then some incoherent babbling.
Do other people like their siblings as much as I like mine?

3 Comments:

Blogger Double-A said...

Probably not. :D

My brother and I fought like cats and dogs when we were younger. It wasn't until he got out of the Navy that he kinda got his act together. I'm closer to him now than when I was a kid.

That doesn't mean I see him any more often, it just means that we're not at each other's throats these days. Or maybe that's because his wife has him on a short leash? Whatever.

Oh, and then there's my little sister who is often times my second mom. I love her, but sometimes when I say I'm okay with a short sigh, I really AM okay. You don't need to go all Dr. Phil on me.

6:52 AM  
Blogger krista said...

My sister and I get along like that too. We never really fought long term. We had quick, physical blow outs and then it was over. We have that weird language thing going on too. Only we finish each others sentences. We will only have to say the first couple of words to know what the other is saying. So we'll have whole conversations with only half sentences. Ricky just walks away because he cannot follow it. We also laugh uncontrollably about nothing. My mom sometimes gets pulled into those too. So there'll be the three of us crying and laughing and not being able to explain what's going on!
So the answer to your question is YES! there are other siblings in the same boat as you two! P.S. I love your brothers hair AND car!

7:28 AM  
Anonymous Terri said...

You should have gone along to pick up the car and stopped in to visit ME! I demand that next time there's an opportunity to visit Minnesota, you let me know and a visit is a must!!!! I'll even meet you halfway!

5:23 PM  

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