Thoughts on Magic Mike & My bro visiting

My awesome brother is here from California visiting. Last night I heard a knock at the door, we ignored it because usually its the pesky weird neighbor down the street, as usual wanting nothing. My phone went off and seen the text: "Open up" WTH? So I went outside and there was my little brother talking to Dad. He's about 13 months younger than me but bigger. I'm the oldest but I look the youngest, my baby sister is bigger than me too, just say I'm the runt of the litter..lol. My father is pretty protective of his property so he went outside with his rifle.That's how the country folks to do it, we live in the woods takes the sheriff about twenty minute to arrive at the scene better to protect yourself than wait for the police.  I gave him a good ol big sister hug which I came up to his chest.  The first thing he notice, "Wow, your hair is wild, whose Wool now?" Wool was the nickname in high school, when he was too lazy to get a haircut.   I rolled my eyes at him and laughed. We talked last night, well mostly me (Chatty Cathy)-- I haven't seen him in two years. Love him to death but sometimes he can get on my nerves.
And when he gets on my nerves.....I  feel like I'm nine years old again, beating the crap out of him.  When we was younger, we fought like cat and dogs...naw forget that, we fought like grown ass men! LOL. The things we did to each other was terrible.  One story that's treasured from days on in is the Quarter story.

Quarter Story:
I  won't be too lengthy, this actually happened.
One school morning, mom called me to take out the trash because my doo doo head brother refused because he felt superior over chores. When  I came back from setting the trash on the front on that chilly  morning, mom gave me a quarter.  I was happy!! A good ol quarter can buy  me a bag of chips during lunch at school. Heck, if I can find a dime, I can get ice-cream, hurray! Skipping to the bathroom to brush my teeth, the son of Satan, my brother followed behind with a vengeance of utter jealousy because mom rewarded me.  His foul presence darken the bathroom door with vicious venom dripping from his teeth.  Unbeknownst to me, my happy lil self with my shiny quarter would have to battle evil that morning, a battle that changed me forever.

Bro: (standing behind me) "What did momma give you?'
Me: (brushing my teeth, stopping in mid-brush) "Nothing." goes back to brushing teeth.
Bro: (voice getting deeper and stern) "Whhat did momma give you?"
Me: (closing my eyes wishing this fool will get lost, spitting toothpaste in the sink) "Nnootthinngg" <--hissing now, irritated.
Bro: (mad as fire, I can feel his foul blazing breath down my neck as he moved closer) demanding voice "WHAT DID MOMMA GIVE YOU?"
Me: (pissed still have toothpaste in my mouth, turning around at the top of my lungs sharply) "A FUCKIN QUARTTTTEEERRR!!!!!"<--I cussed at nine years old.

"KATWOOWEE!"  He spits in my face. The farthead spitted in my face, gross! Without thinking, I spit a HUGE amount of toothpaste. Okay, do you remember on Kill Bill vol.2 where Elle gotten the whole sha bang a bang of Bud's tobacco spit in her face?   Digusting!  That's me when the first round of fire landed on my face. I can only retaliate that friendly fire back but with fluoride goodness. We got to punching, kicking, hitting and biting and now throwing each other into the wall. I told you we fought like grown men! Somehow we fell into the bathtub, still fighting and a broom came into the mix??? Oh, my grandmother was trying to stop us and she grabbed the broom (What's up with old people attacking you with a broom?) hitting us with all her lil strength. Long ago, brooms bottom was made out of straw corn and straw corn isn't the most pleasingly feel good material especially getting smacked in the face. Don't get me started on the broom stick, never forgot when I got cracked upside my head by my malicious brother just for shits and giggles. After the bloody battle, Mom came in, stopped us and guess who got in trouble?
My brother!!  HAHAHAHA You know why? Because he started it. Though, I said a cuss word, she dismissed it because she heard the whole thing and in the heat of the moment getting tired of his incessant bullying, I stood on my own two feet. She also let my brother know since he was too good to take out the trash when asking him first, not me that he doesn't have the right to be ugly and mean. I've always been the nice big sister, sweet, loving and caring (still am) but that morning, I learned don't let nobody jack you around for ish! Put FOOT in their booty!!

He got a whooping too.  Don't ya love Sibling Rivarly??
Magic Mike

Boorrrinnngggg!  I still have love for ya Joe M.

I have viewed Magic Mike on DVD and these are my thoughts:

I know, I know the "uhs" ,"like", "you know what I mean?' LOL. Remember this isn't scripted, that's me speaking.  I was at work recording this, my makeup melted, tired, made the strangest facial expressions and dangit! My teeth moved..(grrrr Invisalign in my future ) but I had peace and quiet. I'm getting over the Magic Mike experience that left me frustrated this week. I told my friend Sissy about it, she refuses to view it in her sight. I don't blame her, I told her Showgirls was the best movie ever. Should have won 4 Academy Awards and 5 Oscars, she agreed fully. LMAO!

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DDR is the most coolest, wonderful person and when I spoke to her on the phone, I felt a great connection. She's one of those rare people in the world  you'll never forget because of that universal, unique connection in one call or meet up.  Those are the people you do not screw over!!! Also she's on my meet up list when I travel next summer so watch out girl! Keeshia is coming to town.

December, you are here! I am tired and need a good two week break from work. One week is shot down and three more to go. Ready for 2013!!