Wednesday, October 15, 2008

my sister and her fetus

My older sister is pregnant.  She’s due sometime around December 9th.  Unfortunately, I will not be able to head home until the end of December, which means I will not be able to see “the fetus” until it’s a couple weeks old.  I say, “the fetus” because I refuse to believe it’s a boy, unlike all the so-called doctors. They keep insisting I’m wrong.  I haven’t bought a single thing for it, I refuse.  Every time I step foot into a baby clothing store or section I immediately and unconsciously head straight to the girl stuff.  Everything there is so cute and frilly and girlie and sweet.  While the boy side is, ugh.  Boys clothes are not cute, therefore, not fun to buy.  I want to buy a pink little tutu and multi-colored tights, skirts and dresses and matching sweaters.  I want to be able to braid and play with her hair, especially because genetically this kid is going to have thick jet black curly hair.  It’s going to be beautiful and it should not be wasted on a boy.

To keep me informed, up to date, and included in all the fetus business, my sister has sent me pictures of the different ultrasounds she has had.  This is the latest one. 
                 
It’s the new 4D image.  It’s amazing what they can do now with technology.  I mean besides for the lumpy forehead, it looks/resembles a real human.  I already feel sorry for it though, by the looks of things it has sadly inherited my fat cheeks.  But it still has a few more months to cook, so hopefully it will grow into them and that giant lumpy forehead will smooth out a bit.  Anyway, here’s hoping.  Because if they don’t, I will make fun of it for the rest of it’s life.

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Thursday, February 15, 2007

sisterly love

“Sister, would you like to watch a movie with me?”


“Yes, Sister, I would love to.  What film did you have in mind?”

My Super Ex-Girlfriend.”

“Ah, seriously?”

“It’s funny, you’ll like it.”

“Yeah, but is it Me Funny?”

“Shut up, it’s funny.  Do you want to watch it or not?”

“Yes.  Just let me finish this and I’ll be down.”

……10 minutes later……Screaming from downstairs in the living room, “SISTER, are you coming?”

“YES, GIVE ME A FREAKING MINUTE!”

……5 minutes later…….With both of us sitting on the couch.

“Ok, you can hit play now.”

…….2 minutes later…….

“Sister, how much would you hate me if I hit pause and went upstairs to put on my pajamas?”

“A whole lot.”

“I can live with that” 

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Thursday, November 9, 2006

dirty tramp

“Hello?”

“Yo.  What are you doing?”

“Watching TV.  What are you doing?”

“Sitting in my room.  What are you watching?”

“Tasty Travels.  What do you want?”

“Who said I wanted anything?  Can I not call my baby sister just to say hello?”

“No, if you wanted to do that then you could have walked down stairs and said hello, but you didn’t.  Instead, you call me from up stairs, meaning you want me to do something for you.”

“Wow, did Shaggy and Scooby help you solve that one or did you figure it out on your own?”

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?”

“Will you bring me a glass of juice and a cereal bar, Peanut Butter Chocolate Chunk, pleeeeease?”

“WHAT?  No.  Walk down here and get it yourself.”

“But I’m all the way up here and it’s all the way down there.  It just makes sense for you to bring it to me, since you’re already down there; you’re in site of the kitchen, where those things I long for are stored.”

“No, I’m watching TV.  I can’t believe you called me from YOUR ROOM to ask me to bring you something to eat.”

“I can’t believe you won’t do it for me.”

“I can’t believe this conversation has gone on this long.”

“One day you are going to need me to do something for you, like write a paper.  Yeah, I bet you’ve already forgot about that, haven’t you?  And you know what?  I’m gonna say, “Hey, do you remember that time I merely asked you to bring me a glass of juice and a cereal bar…..Well, KARMA’S A BITCH!”"

“FINE.  At least meet me in the living room.”

“Thank you very much, I’ll see you in a minute.”

……….A few minutes later, in the living room……….

“What is this?  I said Peanut Butter Chocolate Chunk.  This is Chocolate Chip.”

“Be happy I brought you anything at all.”

“I AM HAPPY.  But I would be even MORE happy if you would have actually brought me what I asked for….PEANUT BUTTER CHOCOLATE CHUNK!”

“Don’t call me ever again.”

“Tara, I love you you know?”

“I’m sorry, all I heard was, “Blah, blah, blah, I’m a dirty tramp.”"

“Awe, I may be a tramp, but I AM NOT DIRTY.  That really hurts coming from you.”

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