Meet Geoff. Birthday Blog! His is belated though, but it’s within the week, so it counts. (My blog, my rules. Like the Wille Wonka club. More on this later.) Any way, he’s my one and only brother. And he gets a giant Happy Birthday, because I only told him this on his facebook wall. What a lousy sister.





Geoff was born September 9, 1965 in Toronto Canada. He is the oldest in our family, and the greatest. No one has a better brother. I love him to death and have wonderful memories of him. You’ll see and read a couple of my fav’s in a minute.

Yes, it’s true. He did have to baby sit a LOT growing up. Oldest of five, of course. And yes, it’s true he wasn’t always so great then…

Story time: Geoff had a habit of being very mean while babysitting. He did chase us with a pizza board (and if he caught us, spanked us), opened two cans of spaghetti O’s (one for him and one for us) leave it on the counter in the can and we could “help ourselves,” blow the world’s loudest “captains” whistle in our ears, and yes – it’s true – sit on us and gas us out.

But these were the early years. My other favorite memory was while I was at college one year, I had the flu TERRIBLY bad! In the midst of my miseries he called to see how I was doing, gave words of comfort, and of course made me laugh. You really are the best big brother. There are far too many memories, all of full of laughter and love. I love you. Happy very late birthday, Cheffie.