What is he doing in my home?

I birthed a nut case!

Over eighteen years ago, I awaited the birth of a child. Had I known what I was getting, I would still want to be waiting.

How I got something that is so different from me is a mystery of nature. A very cruel joke. Somewhere, someone is laughing at me and it is quite the belly laugh.

He looks like me, tall, good-looking (ha,ha) and has the same sparkling wit. We wear the same size clothes. And there the similarities end. Yep, that is all we got in common. Oh, and we share the same rare blood type. Yippee! I know that if I need a kidney transplant, I have my very own supply.

That's it.

He is driven. Driven to learn. Driven to succeed. I skipped that drive. I like to learn but it isn't the same overwhelming desire that it is for him. He takes the hard classes at school because he wants to know everything. I took typing in school.

He reads books that are actually thinking books. I can tell you how much weight Jessica Simpson gained because I read People magazine.

I like TV. Goofy shows, Drama shows, anything that involves the word "CSI" I am all over it. He watches shows that actually impart knowledge. I can't even tell you what channel that might be, I have never even slowed down when my remote came into contact with learning stuff.

His blog reader is filled with New York Times feeds, Stock Market feeds, Land Rover feeds. Mine is filled with decorating feeds. And humor feeds.

He is so loud. So very loud. And opinionated about everything. Even things he knows nothing about, he has a side. And will defend it ferociously. I am quiet.

You see, nothing.

And yet, something.

We both like organic cranberry juice. And cheese. And diet mug root beer. And Hollywood week on American Idol. And shopping for jeans. And pugs. And Mario Racing on the Wii. And sleeping in. And each other.

So I will take it. The mammoth differences and the small similarities. Because when it comes right down to it, I won the lottery of kids. For he is funny, honorable, and filled with integrity. He is a kid of his word. He is lanky. He can fall upstairs as well as downstairs. He is the best driver in the world and everyone else is the worst. He will eat me out of house and home unless I post notes on items to say "Please don't eat me." He is awesome and a nut case all in one.

And he is mine, all mine. Lucky, lucky me!