Monday, October 27, 2008

My Sis

So I've written a post about my parents and being the youngest in a family of 9 kids - but I haven't talked about those kids a lot. Why? Because I hardly know any of them...and I hate it more than any of them could ever know.
Out of the 9 I have only lived with 3 for any length of time. One of my father's daughters and 2 of my mother's children (though my family never seperated it that way). Of course, I was unkind to my father's daughter, Jeannie, when we would fight. I said horrible kid things like "you're not really my sister"...things I'm ashamed of now. (I'm really sorry, Jeannie.)
Monique is my sister, and the oldest child I grew up with - yet that statement seems so strange to me. With her being 12 years older she was away at college before I began to love the fact that I had her around. She was crazy in high school - dressed up like Boy George, wore trashbags to school with a belt, and would wear one nightgown to bed and put on a different one to wear to school. I hear my parents were a permanent fixture around the school (but don't for one second think that my brother wasn't ever the reason for that, lol).
Everyone loved her - everyone always has. She has that magnetic personality that no one can resist. That and she's super talented. She's a singer and an actress - bigger than life. Oh...and a klutz. She has sat down at a table only to have it collapse around her a second later and at my grandmother's funeral she wrapped one foot around the chair leg and it fell asleep. When we got up to view the body she forgot and the chairs from where she was and back toppled over like dominoes. I once watched her performing in college as the evil stepmother in Snow White - she fell off the back of a platform on stage during a big 'mirror' scene.

And I wanted to be just like her.

She's been married twice - to men that did NOT deserve her and broke her heart. For the last 15 years or so she has lived a 'lost' life - jumping from one place to another and losing her happiness...her soul, along the way. I've seen her age more in the last 4 years than in her entire pfmmmm year life.

But...now there is hope. Forgive me for not being able to post more about 'hope' now...but I will :).

While she was here we went bowling (sooo fun). I'll post pics as soon as I get them edited - I've been in a funk lately (broken record). Sean had a little more to drink than he normally does which resulted in a lost 20 minutes while I gave him my food order - a pretzel with cheese. That man nearly caused me to lose what little mind I have left. No more drinky-drinky for him.
He did nearly take out the annoying teenagers next to us with a bright orange bowling ball when he was dancing before he rolled and lost his grip.
I can't wait to see her again - she wants me to take photos of her...and with her background I can see some really creative shots coming your way :).

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