Things in Common

Ya know how they say dogs often look like their owners? Well, as it turns out Chubaca and I have a bit more in common than some brown hair and green eyes! Poor dog.

Chubaca suffers from a seizure disorder. Sounds yuckier than it is. He doesn't have many episodes these days thanks to finally finding the right meds. These days he rarely has the full blown, whole body seizures- usually his head shakes a bit and if I catch it at that stage I can stop the seizure before it gets bad. His head shakes, while unfortunate, are often kinda funny to see. PETA people stop reading now.

He starts with what I call the "Old Man" shake. Just a slight side to side motion that is sometimes hard to see. If I don't catch on right away the shake gets worse. He looks like he is shaking his head "No," hard enough that his ears start a-swinging, and his lips start flapping. Oh, the sound of lips flapping- imagine a dog in a car with his head out the window- lips flapping in the breeze.

This morning Charley and I were talking about it and a light went off in my wee little brain. Chubaca's head shake is soo like my soon to be patented B-Dub Booty Shake. Once it gets started there is no stopping, no telling where we will wind up. Who knew that doggie seizures were just his way of trying to be more like me!!!

Of course, the fact that my dancing resembles doggie seizures doesn't say much for my dancing ability. But, and I'm gonna brag a bit here so look out, my little bro totally had me give dancing lessons to him and his friends when I was like 15 and he was like 13. Yeah, it was totally in the 90's, and grunge isn't all that hard to dance to, but what-ev. I was asked by pre-pubescent boys to give dancing lessons. I was soo the coolest thing since sliced bread. Or maybe his friends had crushes on me cause  I was the older, hottie sister.

One of these days I am going to get a video uploaded of my little bro and his friend playing the clarinet singing a jingle they made up for Tylenol. It was a school assignment, and they were like 12, couldn't (and still can't) sing. Hysterical. But I digress.

This is one of the pics from the Times. It kills me, as the older, much wiser, sister I have seen this face before. Usually when I was right and he was wrong. 

My ADD is kicking in, can you tell? But on a cool note: My wee baby bro made the front page of the New York Times! Check him out! I love the slide show that goes along with it. He is a Vet, he served deployments to Iraq with the Chair Force, I mean Air Force- and then worked as a civilian in Iraq for 3 more years. The article touches on his experiences there and what it is like trying to adjust to life back in the states. And don't tell him I said so, but he makes me proud. Even if he is a pesky little brother who sings jingles about Tylenol.