Today, we had no internet at work for the first 2 ½ hours and it was like a system meltdown. People running through the halls looking disheveled, skirts flying in the air, no one knowing what to do, and everyone asking the same questions that no one can answer. It actually made Thursday a little more interesting. 🙂
I, of course, stayed cool, calm, and collected while sipping a 9:00am Diet Coke in a Hawaiian Tropic cozy.
And wrote down reasons why my hair could possibly look so frizzy, with my chicken pencil.
Oh, I didn’t work out last night by the way. I napped and then watched the series premieres of Breaking In (In my mind, Christian Slater is still popular and hot like he was in Heathers) and Workaholics. Then, I went directly back to bed. Did anyone see Workaholics? That show is funny, but it is on at 10:30 at night for a reason.
Now on to today’s three things: Today’s post is about my older (but not oldest) brother Tom.
(Oh, and I actually have NO new pictures of Tom. Mostly because I haven’t seen him in person for at least 10 years. 🙁 He was supposed to come to my wedding but he’s had some serious back issues because of an old job and his doctor said no to travel.)
Tom moved to Florida from Illinois shortly after my mom and I. So, I saw him a lot more than Tim when I was growing up. (Tim stayed in Illinois to go to college.)
Here are my favorite memories of Tom when I was growing up:
1. Tom lived with my mom and I for awhile when he first moved to Florida. After a couple years, he found his own place. Maybe I was 8 years old? (This is just a guess, I don’t remember my actual age.) Anyway, after he moved out, he would come over every Friday night, pick me up, and take me over to his apartment to hang out, watch movies, and have a sleepover.
Every Saturday morning, we would get up and watch WWF Wresting (when it was awesome) and he’d take me home in the afternoon.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but think about it: A 21 year old (or so) guy who has friends and is old enough to finally go out drinking legally came and picked his little sister up EVERY weekend and hung out with her on Friday night.
That’s a pretty cool brother.
2. My mom was an RN and worked the night shift. Being a little kid, I was always kinda freaked out to be at home alone so I ALWAYS had to have the closet door closed when I went to bed.
One Friday night, my mom was at work and I was up watching MTV waiting for Tom to come pick me up. I fell asleep in the rocking chair waiting for him and when I woke up, realized he wasn’t coming, and went to bed. I turned the closet light off and closed the door.
A little after midnight, I woke up and found the closet door open and the light on. I laid there and stared at it for awhile because I was trying to remember why I would keep that door open. When I couldn’t think of a reason, all sorts of things started going through my mind. Then I felt something touch my toe, looked at the bottom of the bed, and saw a head duck down.
I screamed bloody murder.
Tom popped up from the bottom of the bed and started laughing.
I have actually never screamed out loud at something that scared me before. So, I’m glad to know at least that when I’m really gonna crap my pants – the vocals are there.
3. Here’s where we sound like bad people. My brother and I were going to visit my grandpa in the hospital (I can’t remember why he was in there.) We listened to a radio station that had block party weekends, which is basically playing 3 songs by the same artist in a row. Pat Benatar came on and Tom knew I loved her, so we hung out in the hospital parking lot jamming to Heartbreaker and 2 other songs for 15 minutes before going in to visit our grandpa.
We may go to hell for that. But, I think Pat Benatar is worth it.
Please ignore all acne.
Honorable mention: He took me to EVERY Arnold Schwarzenegger movie that came out. We pretty much loved anything with Arnold, Dolph Lundgren, and Jean-Claude Van Damme. We are classy.
Note: I did not have to look up the spelling to Schwarzenegger. Good thing I know how to spell that instead of do any type of math.
So, I fessed up to loving Christian Slater, Pat Benatar, Arnold, Dolph, and Jean-Claude all in one post. Now tell me who you still love from the 80s/90s?