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Fairly Odd Mother

Frantically waving my magic wand to make wishes come true.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Birthday wishes

My sister hit a milestone birthday last week, and though I don't want to spread her age all over the internet (I did that already, heh), I thought instead I'd share the 40 Things I Love About My Sister:

1. She likes me enough to take me on her fancy trip to Topnotch Spa in Vermont, where I ate my weight in sushi and had a foot massage that can only be described in vowels: aaaaauuueeoooooooo.

2. She has always loved my children like her own. And they know Auntie K has their back.

3. She listens politely when I try to give her "helpful advice", otherwise known as "meddling".

4. She not only doesn't make fun of my more questionable attire, she often bought it for me:


5. She has the most kick-ass birth story ever. Seriously.

6. She is an amazing entertainer, throwing birthday parties that make mere mortals weep.

7. She is even louder than I. I think. Or maybe we are equal. I can't tell anymore. My ears are shot.

8. She remembers things about my dad I have long forgotten.

9. She moved within a half-mile of my mother, thus insuring that I am NOT the geographically closest child.

10. She hosts Thanksgiving, saving me the anguish of having to cook a turkey.

11. We babysat the same kids, so though we are three years apart, we have many shared memories, some we both wish we could forget.

12. We also worked in the same laundromat,

13. cashiered at the same neighborhood market,

14. and worked at the same amusement park (before it got all cool and called itself Six Flags).

15. She endured being "Christina's little sister" as a child without growing up to hate my guts.

16. I can call her and complain about my mother without her contradicting me or telling me to "grow up".

17. We share similar tastes in music, meaning she was with me at many, many of these shows, and I don't cringe when she turns on the car stereo. In fact, I'm pretty certain she has no idea who Michael-fucking-Buble is.

18. She changes her hair style almost as much as I do, making me feel less schizophrenic about my hair.

19. She always has great liquor, including my absolute favorite: Three Olives Grape Vodka (seriously: put it in lemonade right now).

20. She gets excited to come see my girls twirl on a stage every spring at their dance recital.

21. She answers my phone calls, even with caller ID.

22. She always has good snacks.

23. and good magazines to borrow,

24. and good DVD's to borrow

25. and books,

26. and jewelry. . .(geez, maybe I should go shopping. . . )

27. I love her friends. And they totally tolerate me.

28. She still tries to beat me into the pond every year (well played this year, m'dear).

29. Without even trying, she can make me laugh. Mainly thinking about her 80's hair.

30. Or maybe I'm thinking of one of her funny stories,

31. Oh, no, I'm remembering this photo (thanks, Mom! always wanted matching nylon running suits!):


32. Or this one: (do we even look like sisters?)


33. Homemade marshmallows. 'Nuff said.

34. She made my niece and nephew who I love to pieces. Could they please hurry up and grow up a wee bit more? Auntie wants to do a big pig-pile sleepover.

35. She always invites us to visit on their annual pilgrimage to the Cape.

36. It won't bother her one bit that I'm a week late getting this post finished.

37. She isn't a conservative,

38. but she isn't too politically correct either.

39. She is living proof that my mother's constant assertion that friends come and go, but a sister is forever is definitely true.

40. She finally has a blog! And, if you've made it this far, please stop by to wish her a Happy Birthday.


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Anonymous Julie B. said...

Umm Wow. I hope my girls grow up to be as close and funny and wonderful as you and K.

*and I am putting 3 Olives Grape Vodka on my shopping list!

8:36 AM  
Blogger Mrs. Q. said...


First, Toy Story 3 kicked me in the gut as I imagined my kids leaving for college. *weep*

Then, my son graduated from preschool this morning. They sang Neil Diamond's "America" for goodness sake. *sputter*

Then this. *sob*

You are a wonderful sister and so sweet to write such nice things about me. 40 no less. Makes up for the horrid track-suit photo.

Now I'm going to make some lemonade with a huge glug of grape vodka.

10:35 AM  
Blogger kiwi gomes said...

Stope writing that wonderfully mushy stuff ... makes me cry! You're wonderful too!

8:20 PM  
Blogger gorillabuns said...

This post so makes me wish I had a sister!

11:47 PM  

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