My big brother.

This is me and my brother Kevin.

Isn't he adorable?

                               That's him a year or two ago.

Isn't he adorable?

Anyone who is on Facebook with me has seen us pick on each other. ALOT. 

With GREAT intensity.

But I can promise you, if someone else, other than a few select folks, tried to talk to me the way Kevin does when we're in tease mode? 

Get some good health insurance.

Really good. 

Wheelchair good.

When we were little, Kevin was my guardian, my protector and my buddy.

When we got older, he hit a rough patch. It hurt to watch.

But it's all good now.

When our first son was born, his middle name belonged to Daddy.  But when #2 son came along, his middle name belonged to Uncle Kevin.

2 summers ago, I spent a week with my brother and his supermodel wife, who is the sun in his morning and the stars in his night. She is a dream. I love her to pieces.

Kevin and I planned on having a few Scrabble games. We played 16. And he's SO GOOD!!!!

How good is he? He won three whole games.

3.

Sucker.

He's the best brother I could ask for. He is funny and smarter than almost anyone I know.

He makes me laugh so hard I cry. 

Kevin, I miss you more than words.

I love you.

*unless we'replaying Scrabble, then I will smite you into the ground and laugh while you're gasping for air and begging for mercy.

"A" is for avoidance.

This is me.

Wait. 

Mehhhhhh.

On second thought...

Okay. 

THIS is me.

I'm more freckle-y than an ostrich. 

But you get the point.

I have been avoiding 99% of the blogs on my blog roll. Only kind of lurking here and there on Facebook. Even my dear, DEAR, friends are getting ignored and I'm just sure they've all but wondered if I'm more of a twit than they first suspected/knew.

"Knew."

Yeah. They knew. 

HA!   They KNOW.

I have been doing the prep and tweaking and second guessing and freaking out and melting down and dusting off that is either required or I think is needed for the My Book Therapy Frasier contest. 

OH, AND... I'm being a mom as well. Gotta toss that in there when I get the time. 

Kidding.

Ish.

So yeah, lately I've been pulling back and thinking about what MUST get done and what WANTS to get done.

And so here we are.

Here I am.

Feeling guilty and refreshed, all at once.

But...

Friday is Good Friday.

Saturday is baking/cleaning for...

EASTER SUNDAY!!

Easter!!!! The day God rolled back the stone, and His sleeves, and said "Come on, Son! Let's teach them all what 'Hallelujah' really means!"

And I almost forgot!

Monday?????

Married...With Fiction!!