Sisters

I have 5 sisters in case anyone was wondering. Sarah is the eldest then comes Rachel, Rebekah (Bekah), Elizabeth (Biz or Bizzy), and then Hannah. People sometimes think that growing up in a family that big must have been hard. I guess it was sometimes hard but overall it was fun. I can't imagine life without my sisters.

Some people say that we all look like each other, some don't think so. I think that we kind of have similar features but we don't really look alike. I find it funny that, for a family of 6 girls we're all COMPLETELY different, we still get along well though, in fact I think that we're all pretty close. Whenever you get us all together in one room it's a riot. You better be prepared for some serious laughter! The funny thing is, when we're all together we still feel like someone is missing. We blame that on our moms miscarriage. The baby that was never born (who we say was the brother we never had) is the person that is missing.




Sarah is 29 going on 3 sometimes 13 or sometimes 16. She's the oldest but doesn't always act like it (ok, most the time she doesn't act like it). I still love her though. You always love your family. You don't have to necessarily "like" then at one point in time but you still love them. Sarah has a 2, almost 3, year old daughter named Anne Shirley. She was named after the character in Anne of Green Gables. She's a little brat. She's adorable and I love her but that doesn't change the fact that she's a little brat. She's always doing things she's not supposed to and she doesn't always listen either. Just recently she started to say that she doesn't love me. She'll tell everyone else that she loves them but she doesn't love me. I really don't know what I did to make her mad. Maybe I've scolded her to much or something. Whatever the reason it's really sad when you tell your niece that you love her and she replies with "I don't love you auntie Di-nana!". Oh well. I guess I'll get over it eventually.



Rachel just turned 28 today. She's going to college in Northridge to finish up her Linguistics degree. I was having a panic attack about my essay that I have to write and she was kind enough to come down for the weekend and help me with it (Thanks again Rachel (: ). While she was here she made Crepes. I'd never had a crepe before. At first I didn't really like it but then I found out it was because there was no netella on it and that is what makes the crepe. With the netella on it and strawberries and bananas it made it quite delicious! The whole weekend she was her she was either 1. Helping me with my homework. 2. Making crepes. 3. Washing dishes. 4. Washing my parents sheets and comforter (my parents were away for the weekend) 5. trying to organize our linen closet (it's a complete and totally wreck!) or 6. Avoiding homework. Yes that's right. She avoided doing her homework while she was here. She tries to blame it on helping me with my essay but that's not really what happened. There were plenty of times when she could have done it when I wasn't working on my essay, but she didn't. Whatever, it's her own fault. Although I am still very thankful that she came home for the weekend just to help me:)

To be continued in next post. :)