She's da' awesome.
To go back a few years [okay - walk with me - all the way back to my birth] - When my Mom was pregnant with me my sister prayed every night for a little sister. She already had a little brother and he was driving her batty - so she really, really wanted a little sister.
She got me. Much to the poor woman's chagrin she.got.me.
To say we are different would not be stretching the truth. She's artistic, analytical [those don't usually go together in the sense I mean, but it works out for her, really well] and calm. Composed even. I am quirky, compassionate and prone to speaking my mind. [Everyone who has ever received an email/comment from me is now nodding their head in agreement. You can stop that at anytime. Thanks.]
It took us a LONG time to become close. Like into our 20s until we became close. Unfortunately this did not sit well with our Mother and she spent many years pitting each of us against eachother. Our Mom had this weird thing where she didn't want us to be close because then we wouldn't be close to her. That wasn't true, but she just wouldn't allow it. It took us years and our Father's death in 2003 to realize what exactly Mom was doing. Still, even after he died she continued to do it, but we stepped back and wouldn't listen to her anymore regarding eachother. That really made Mom mad. Then she died and HOO-BOY did we find out some amazing stuff that Mom had been telling each of us about the other.
I won't go into the details because, well...Mom is gone and it is no longer important but, suffice it to say - I have my sister back and it is a gift.
So the sassy part?
Another way my sister and I are different is in our size. We look [and sound] eerily alike, but we differ in bone structure and weight - I am basically a smaller version of my sister. She has fought her weight her whole life. I remember high school when she was teased for being overweight. It was cruel - and I watched her suffer through diets and fasting and all kinds of stuff trying to be skinny like me and our brother. It wasn't fair. My parents weren't particularly nice about it either.
Oh-yeah, SASSY! [I am getting there....and yes, this whole post is way to much, but I am so happy I am chatty today.]
I had to come on my blog and BRAG about my sister. When LA! came to visit over Thanksgiving she was lamenting about her weight. We all thought she looked great, but understood she wanted to lose a few pounds. Although Thanksgiving isn't really the time to start, right?
Yes, we put our tree up before she left.
|Flying her kite at Mytrle Beach, SC|
We were talking today and I asked her how she did it - we are a family that LIKES to eat y'know - and she said she just cut her portion sizes down and started to eat smaller meals more often. She laughed and said she had no idea how she lost weight over Christmas or into the new year because she wasn't trying. It just happened when she started to eat healthier.
We are now calling it "The Skippy Thanksgiving Diet" because that is when the weight started to come off.
Just head on over and stuff yourself at my house because evidently you will never want to do it again.
You go my sassy Sissy! Love you!