My Brother the Stud

snickers were heard everywhere by everyone. No one dared laugh out loud and all eyes were burning a hole into her back. Life is like that on a different magnitude at times and surely for all the bumps and bruises and disgruntled attitudes some people have, I'm sure all of us can appreciate it and also recall when it was their turn to be in the spotlight.

It isn't hard to imagine as most of us remember an unsettling school incident or some faux pas created in public. I have always admired how some people were just better able to deal with it than most and then the very few who could turn those moments to gold. My brother is just such a person and is even proud of the fact. The running silent joke is how good he is at "charming your granny outta her underwear" because as a salesman goes, there is none better. I just wish he could get back to those days. I spent the evening with him tonight and his girlfriend and had a pretty good time. Only he never paid heed to the numerous old ladies that were ogling him and wishing they had wore their teeth to bingo tonight. He was completely aloof to it or deliberately paid no heed, but I think the former rather than the latter. It was his first time at bingo...somehow my mother's parents missed his "teaching" as they had dragged all of us girls at one time or another to a bingo hall. It was easier when I and my older sister were younger as kids, we could go and people could smoke in them. Now you have to be eighteen. He never got dragged so me and his twin brought him at his request...he wanted to spend time with me but was willing to put bygones aside between him and his placental mate(they fight like cats and dogs!)to do it.

All was good and he was freaked out at how stressful it can get and how much there is to do. When I was a kid it was all hard cards and paper specials and the "bingoaholics" all had their bags and dabbers and magnetic wands to pick up the metal rimmed markers. Only now it's an all paper affair and they still have the bingo bags and some even have special "cushies" for their "tushies" with bingo print of numbers and cards and dabbers on the fabric and matching t-shirts and bingo bags-gone are the big clear plastic purses of the seventies and the polyester outfits! These retirees take this seriously and I am good with numbers and such but it amazes me to see how these Alzheimer's ridden or "sometimers" ridden lasses and blokes can do what they do with a table full of cards! I keep track of fifteen at most, but some women and men have up to forty cards and never miss a number! It's incredulous! I didn't know what to do and was wary about him playing as much as I as his eyes are not as good and I can say he did me proud as he caught on about half way through. Part of me feels guilty because he liked it so much and money is tight for him and for me and I know in a week or so the bingo-bug will bite him too...we come from a gambling lot and at least it isn't the horses or dogs like our grandparents used to be hooked on. Hell, our state was one of the first to have a "lotto" and on tv no less! All night log he and I were neck and neck and it was sweet to see him and his sis get along for once. Who knew it would take a gambling venture to calm the two of them!

I can't wait to go again without him so I can get all the juicy gossip I missed while training the "virgin" and I am sure there will be plenty about the big sexy nurse in his scrubs with his girlfriend! Each break he would go outside with Jamie and come back in and never once paid heed to the number of ladies who would watch him like a hawk. He loomed over all of them, and even in his old age(I kid)they still think he's a stud! Keely worships him as any partner should and even she didn't notice the sea of blue-hairs with their tongues hanging out! I guess it's only a matter of time before one or two of them drop a dabber or a marker or a figurine of special significance to get him to bend his scrawny ass over so they can get a look at his crack! In the words of my daughter "EWWWWWWW-Old people lust!" lol...He will be sweet and pick it up and get to know them like grandmas and hug the friendly ones we know and make the last few days of theirs for this world a little brighter, and I will get to laugh and giggle and get more ammunition for the holiday banter out of his grope fest with the elderly!~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves