DeeDee and Dexter

For the completely grown up individuals who no longer have some semblance of a child in them and therefore have no idea what I’m talking about; think two siblings; A good looking, confident, outgoing, cheerful and popular older sister and a bookish, nerd, geek, over intelligent enough to be categorized as a genius younger brother; Equip the first part with blonde pony tails, a pink tutu and ballet shoes with an exuberant personality and the second with a lab coat, glasses, the weird accent and a secret laboratory which only the sister knows about and you’ll get the big picture of what this animated series is about.

My point in writing about this today is thus: I am the embodiment of this tale in living, breathing true colour *sigh*

Yes people! In spite of my overwhelming brilliance, I will forever live under the very long shadow of my taller but younger amazingly intelligent brother! Don’t get me wrong… I am as proud of him as only an older sister could and love him to bits! (Although I would deny I ever made this statement under oath in a court of law) but it is so hard to be gracious at the times I am forced to bow my head down before his apparent superiority although for the sake of my pride, I would contend that his advantage does not extend to beyond a micro-decimal. He is my younger sibling, the sheep to my shepherd, the one who grew up in my guiding light under protestations to be more like his older sister long after I had stopped being like me and for me to admit and accept without a frown that there are things he can teach me about and knows more about than I ever will! Especially when I end up feeling like the proverbial DeeDee, marveling at her brother’s latest creation:

“Ooooohhh! What does this button do?”

Take today for example: I was hitting my head on my desk in apparent frustration arising due to the fact that I could come up with no logical uses for a word I read someplace and dear bro comes along and tells me to stop causing permanent trauma to my poor desk and asks why I am overloaded with thesauruses and dictionaries. I state my quandary and he gives me a look only younger brothers can and disappears into his lab… er… room and emerges with a piece of paper with the words arranged as only those who are extraordinarily gifted or just totally weird are able to. You may at some time read what I came up with after reading this but for now, imagine and marvel at the creative intellect of my bro that could stun someone like me while I try and collect the pieces of my shattered ego and my dropped jaw from the floor…

Have a final batch of reports to check and hopefully will try and manage that during the day to compile and submit the final result by Saturday! May the Almighty give me the strength to patiently translate all the reports into English so my students may pass. Ameen