Mama Says I Have to Like Them

My sisters. I'm beginning to realize that what they say about how you get closer to your siblings as you get older is true. If you have asked me about my sisters when I was five, I probably would have something like: Dey's mean to me. Bef makes me do my chores and Becca scares me at night by hanging over the side of the bed and making weird faces. (I wasn't a very articulate five-year-old, but when your mama stills says "shocolate ships" for chocolate chips, what more do you expect?)

If you had asked me when I was 12, there probably wouldn't have been many more words: Well, Beth's real smart and Rebecca swims pretty fast. Beth's at school in Atlanta now and Rebecca gets to drive me everywhere, but that's okay, because we sometimes listen to fun music and go buy new cds to listen to.

By 15, I was entering that stage where you're cool to have older siblings that were in college or beyond: My sisters are kind of cool. I don't see them much, but that's okay, they bring me stuff occasionally.

At 18, I was getting a little better about trusting my sisters: My sisters are always complaining that I spend too much money,but they have told me that they would bail me out of jail if I ever needed it, and that way I wouldn't have to ever tell mama and daddy. (And yeah, okay, I did probably spend too much money, but I never had to have them bail me out of jail.)

I am now beginning to realize at 24, that my sisters are probably the best friends that I will ever have. They know everything that I've been through to get to where I am. They can give me advice or will just call because they are bored, on the drive home from somewhere stuck in traffic. But that's okay, they still ask about what's going on with me.

So even though, they still sit on top of me...will still threaten to poot on your head, and possibly follow through if you let them...punch you...try to hold your hand...tell mama things that you've done....make fun of boys that you like....and even give you a hickey, I'll still take them. I'll still call them for advice, or just because I'm bored, or new clothes, or to talk about the night before. Because I know that they will always be there, or will at least call back..eventually. Even if it is because mama said we have to like each other.

Note: I'm stuck in the airport...on Christmas day.... for five hours...and it sucks! Good thing I didn't wake up before 4am so I could be at home for most of the day. Grrr...!

Do Over

If I could have any day to do over again, I think I would choose today. Today has been one of the best days I have had in a very long time. Today I actually felt like myself, and relaxed, without all the anxiety and longing that I've recently felt.

I woke up in kind of a surreal moment, not really sure if Saturday night had actually happened or not. I watched probably 3 ABC Family movies today. I went to a nature conservatory with two friends and walked through the snow. I never knew snow covered trees could actually look like they do in movies. We walked one of my friend's dog, which made my roommate happy. We took pictures and, for the first time in probably years, I liked a picture of myself. I stepped out of my box and tried something I never thought I'd ever do (went cross-country skiing.) I finished Christmas shopping, well almost finished. I cleaned up my mess that had been building up all week, including the 7 pairs of shoes at the front door. I washed and folded my clothes. I even went to the grocery store and remembered to take the canned sodas out of my car before they exploded.

So I woke up smiling, hung out with people that I like without any pressure to be someone else, I tired something new, got exercise without even trying to, caught up on all the things I'd been putting off. But best of all, I was relaxed the entire day.

There's only one thing that I might consider not redoing: falling down three times while skiing....no, actually I wouldn't change that either. I kind of liked being helped up.