I called my brother last night to check in with him because I haven't talked to him in a while. He's doing well and I am proud of him. He told me that he's moving into a house with his girlfriend and 2 other roommates. I am proud because he's getting more tolerant of things. His 2 roommates are gay. It was funny when he told me about them... He said something like, I'm moving in with *name* and *name*, and yes - they're together. LOL... I remember when he visited me in Cali 2 1/2 years ago and we went to SF, he made some silly homophobic remark to me. I had to tell him that it's just not like that. He screams "I'm straight" loudly and it's noticeable. So now, he's befriended a gay couple and they will be moving in together. I'd say that's making huge strides in tolerance. He's a good guy, I have to say.

I had an anxiety attack yesterday on the ride home from work. I was thinking about things and trying to remember something from my childhood with my parents and I realized that I don't have any memories with my mom and dad. I have very few memories up until about the age of 11 or 12. But nothing home-related. I told my brother this, and that boy has quite the memory!!! He did help to jog my memory of things. So we had a nice conversation where he told me about my childhood (and I'm the older one by about 3 years!). It was good to talk to him though. I wish he lived closer to me, but I guess that's why we have cell phone networks and airplanes.