Yes, I have a brother

His name is Eric, and he just moved into a house a block away from me!! We'll see if the punk ever actually visits me though. He's never going to speak to me again after this blog entry :-)

Definately not going to speak to me again.

This was the beginning of my love for dogs...and my brother. The black blob was our dog, Ginger. I'm sure I'll have a tribute to her one day as well.


I had forgotten how much Eric and I played together until I looked through these old pictures. I remember I was kind of a bully though. Sorry for trying to strangle you with a superman cape that one time man.


This is my all time favorite picture of my brother, and not because I'm in it. But that's cute too. Thank you for working so hard to find it Mom!


Here we are at a Christmas get together. That's our cousin Laurie in the middle, and our triplet cousins, Grant, Kira and Erin. Eric's great with kids (ladies...)


The only reason I included this picture was because it is probably the only picture in existence where he is smiling (technically) and I am not (no idea why). That sourpuss was always a grump when the camera came out. He's finally loosening up. :-) Merry Christmas Grandma!!


I love my brother. He, like the rest of my family, have stuck with me despite my constant pursuit of a busy yet often superficial social life since high school. Eric's going to move away eventually for yet more school, and I'm really going to regret not getting to spend more time with him. Which is why he has to come over more now that he lives a block away!! I'm really proud of how well he's doing in school. Neither of us got superstar grades in high school or college, but he's kicking butt (mine) now. Don't get me wrong though. Spend a few minutes talking with him about his typical day, and you'll find out why I'm proud to call him a fellow slacker.

Mom, feel free to add any comments about that son of yours. :-)