Don’t Bug Me …..

So, to my first sensible post ….

 

This is to mention and honour my dearest ‘skin and blister’, her blog is called Don’t Bug Me, hence her names of either DBM, or Bugs.

She is a clever little soul is Bugs, infact so smart, she has two degrees, and is now a Doctor. Don’t go asking her about your piles, hacking cough or the “nasty rash you must have picked up from the gym showers”, ahem.. !, she is not a medical doctor, but a Doctor of entomolgy (that is insects and bugs to you and I). Her blog is not about that, although the title of the blog might suggest it, her blog is about the things in life that bug the hell of her. See, I said she was smart, and it shows that her blog title uses a clever play on words. If I have to explain that any more, you are thicker than pig shit. no offence.

We are very close, all our family are very close, but we certainly differ is many, many ways, (she’s a chick, I’m a dude for starters!) The background of all of this stems from our family ‘positions’, she is 3 out of 4, I am the youngest. Being the youngest quite clearly is the hardest position to be in, always left behind, forgotten about, wearing hand me downs from the others… yes, wearing that dress to school was a MAJOR mistake !… DBM also suffered here. With the eldest brother Timbers being golden balls, and sister R being the rebel, where did that leave DBM. Well, a very small, shy, buck teeth, braces and google glasses (sorry DBM, but it’s true) but smart girl, smarter than the average bear Boo Boo, she tended to just hide away, she was athletic, great at gym, trampolining, giving serious dead legs, VERY sharp elbows and so, so dedicated to her school work, also, I think she has a photographic memory… In comparision to me, chalk and cheese. I was rough, falling out of trees, getting into trouble, not very bright at all, concentration span of zero, just wanted to be noticed, and fed off my brothers humour and tried to make people laugh. (still the same now !!!!)

So after her graduation, DBM decides to travel, the first one of us to follow in our Dad’s footsteps. She headed off to Australia, back packing, and ended up in Utah (no Sat Nav !) Sadly, having to return home after Dad got sick, and then died of cancer. Trying to return back to the USA, the wonderful immigration and visa people said no, bugger off…. so after a stint back at home, DBM then headed of to Vancouver to become a Dr. Now, this took years, and she was so lucky (she wil HATE me for satying that) to get her PhD, then meet her husband Mr DBM. I only ever got to see her for weddings, and brief weeks they managed to spend in England. So in Dec 2007, Mrs M and myself chose to spend Chrimbo in Vancouver, that 7 days then became 3 months for me, as I waited for those wonderful immigration people in the USA to say yes, they wanted me. In those 3 months I got to re-know my sister. After 19 years, we were thrown together for 3 months. It was wonderful, I got to see a totally different person. Gone was the shy, bullied girl at school, to a Lecturer at the various Vancouver Universities with Obsessive Compulsive disorder (never EVER move her dishes around in the kitchen). She also said “Fuck” alot, “Get out of the road you idiot”, “stop throwing stones are seaguls you moron” … man she had grown a pair !………

So, back to the point of this blog, she is not like me, I advertise to the world that I had taken the plunge in blogdom, emailed some people, forced Mrs M to read it, and beg for comments, trust me, it’s soul destroying to write all of this, and then see no comments….. I would moan, groan, and be depressed… she continues her blog. Mine is daft, silly, full of mistakes, and careless (like my personal character), hers is smart, wonderful, educational, perfectly written, and very very good.

http://don-tbugme.blogspot.com/ – Go have a look !

DBM !

So we are chalk and Cheese, but very close, and I love her to death, after all, you only get one set of family.