sibling rivalry...

For anyone who was wondering, I am not an only child, I have two younger brothers. Like all siblings,  we are one of a kind and we do not always get along...

The picture above captures our three personalities perfectly. The two boys are giggling like they just did something, most likely the one in the plad was the mastermind and the one in the green is trying to keep it a secret. Brad could just as easily be trying to give Ryan a wedgie, who knows with them. Then I'm just in the middle talking someones ear off or telling someone my opinion on something. Overall we are five years apart, I am the oldest and almost 22. Then Brad in the plad is 19, finally there is not so little Ryan at 17.

All three of us are athletic, I'm the only swimmer, the both of them play soccer and lacrosse. Brad (in plad) is now a freshman at Muhlenberg College, and on the lacrosse team. What are the chances that two of us would end up in the same conference for sports? Let me tell you, those chances were very slim but somehow happened. Ryan (in green) is only a junior in high school, but has a lot of prospective colleges looking at him. All of those schools are division one so there is no worry about having the three of us in the same conference.

Like most siblings there are times we get along, like when we are trying to convince our parents that we absolutely need another dog. Then there are times, how do I say this, well times that world war three goes down in our house. The fact that all three of us are super competitive and want to win at literally everything, does not help.

There was one major benefit to Brad and I going to schools in the same conference. Once we put aside the battle over who went to the better school, which sports teams were better, we even argued over who went to the older school (yes we are insane), I got to see Brad play lacrosse this weekend at Gettysburg.

I was so excited, I thought it was going be be a great sunny day out where I could relax outside for a few hours, have some wine and watch a nice lacrosse game. I was sadly mistaken, it was pouring rain and freezing.  I had on my hunter rain boots, thick black pants, a long sleeved Lady Bullets shirt on, quarter snap white patagonia and a rain jacket. I didn't sit down the entire game because I did not want to sit on wet cold bleachers, and even if I did sit, my legs would get soaked. Instead I spent the entire game on my feet. I did get some cool pictures which I was happy about.

Overall the game sort of blew, Gettysburg crushed them by over ten goals... but Brad did score for his team. Standing in the rain was worth it to see my brother play well. After all, isn't family supposed to be a never-ending support system?

Here is a picture of the two of us after his game yesterday.

until next time... xoxo J