My nephew the brony

I can tell you for a fact that some people I know thing I'm weird for choosing to drive a 1970 Dart everyday instead of going down to my Toyota dealer and buying a 2014 Camry. Yeah, I think it's kinda odd but it's his thing and if it doesn't hurt anybody. He was always a little different for a kid. I can honestly say he was the only 10 year old boy I've ever known who thought farts were disgusting and not funny at all. I mean most guys I know at 55 still laugh at farts. My brother works on the road and is sometimes gone for weeks. He was home schooled by the mom who admits to having no sense of humor. I once had to explain a joke to the nephew while he stared at me stone faced. My brother was sitting next to me and leaned over to me and muttered "welcome to my world, brother".

Years ago I worked in a photo lab and learned pretty quick that it's just like the joke where the little girl asks her mom, Mother, what is normal?" and the mother replies, "It's just a setting on the washing machine, dear." Just when you thought you'd seen it all, somebody throws a curve ball on their roll of film.

So I'm not too critical of that but it does bother me that my brother works his *** off on the road and when he comes home to the 40 acres that they share with his in-laws, he has to still do all the work around there. I wish that while he was on the road, my sister in law would pull the plug and get the kid's butt and her own outdoors to do some mowing, fence mending and weeding. Oh well. I guess it's none of my business.

I still wonder though- Can he be making money and earning a living with a blog?