this is what I call my brother. My baby brother . . . my little brother . . . my brother who hates to be called my little brother even though he is six years younger than me. Perhaps because he is a grown man with an 8 year old son and perhaps because he is over 6 feet tall! hee hee . . . I don't know. But I don't think I will ever stop calling him my baby brother.

My little brother came down this past weekend to spend some time with us, more so my husband (which is totally fine with us, we love to have him around) and he decided that he would finally climb up our BIG oak tree and trim some dead limbs. My little brother, The Tree Cowboy, makes his living climbing trees. (he works for the local power company and is a licensed arborist as well) He is incredibly talented and literally climbs like a monkey. I don't know how he does it with those long, skinny legs of his. But he is amazingly talented! I was quite nervous when he started to climb, but I calmed down after a bit. Our tree is all trimmed up and minus one big, dead, ant-infested limb!

If you are in this area and are in need of The Tree Cowboy, just send me an email and I will put you in touch with my brother!

Oh, and he is totally single too!