My sister Jenna inspires me. It's 2:30 in the a.m. and I can't sleep. I just got done reading her blog and as always, it made me laugh. It is so brutally honest in the most witty sort of way!
I have four brothers, all of whom I love very much for their own individual talents and personal traits, but I remember the feeling of excitement I had when I found out I had a sister. I had all these dreams about playing with her and hanging out with her and doing girl things and having sister moments. And then I got married and then pregnant, and then our dad and her mom split up and things didn't turn out as brady bunch as I had hoped. Do they ever? Maybe that's why they call 'em "pipe dreams".... 'cause ya gotta be high to think anything ever comes out as planned. Anyway, things got a little hairy between the parents: o.k. ALOT hairy. And soon years went by and everyone got older and before I knew it, my sister was a young lady who turned out to be a very cool chick! I still don't see her often and I have guilt about that. I'm a guilty Catholic...what can I say. I have guilt about a bazillion things and sometimes it gets me down. Guilt is a heavy weight.
I have plenty of relatives that I never see and barely know. When I worked at Longways, I used to wait on some of them and the only difference between them and the strangers I waited on was the guilt I felt that I didn't know my own family! With Jenna, though, it feels different. I haven't seen her often, but I DO feel like I know her. Is it because we share many of the same family traits? The same blood? I don't know. I think Jenna reminds me alot of myself at her age. I know: that makes me sound ancient. But really, her and I are alot alike. Aside from the beautiful italian looks and flirty charm(wink), her humor reminds me of me. She is VERY funny. Her luck is awful...like mine, she is full of truth, like me, she hates when strangers call her pet names, which is one of my BIGGEST pet peeves! We both share a special affection for the Hail Mary. She is fresh and fun and free spirited. She says what she means and means what she says. She is a great writer. I can feel her moods in her words. She knows herself well and isn't afraid to show it! Like me :)
She posts almost daily to her blog and it's so great to read: Never a dull moment. Even her boring days are amiably described. I have read some blogs in my day, but none as funny and easy to digest. Who else writes about their puking experience in a puke colored font? Who else posts an interesting chat between friends? Who else lists their shower thoughts and confessions? Perhaps I'm biased in that she is my sister, but really, I love to read her entries because ya never know what will befall her and her "peeps."
Damn I feel old. I feel square. But that's o.k. because sometime in the hopefully near future, I am going to have a night on the town with my little sister and show her how cool I can still be: (after I buy a breast pump for the baby milk and find a designated driver and of course I'll have to make sure I drink plenty of water in between beers so I don't get a hangover, and I will most likely have to stretch before we go out so that I don't pull anything on the dance floor. And I should probably take some of my acid reflux medicine too in case I decide to have a Stoli cranberry with a lime twist; I don't want to get heartburn.) Yeah. Fo' shizzle... it should be fun!!
Well, sister, Know that I love ya and soon we shall meet!
