Whoa Dang.

13 04 2007

I’m the youngest sister in my family. I’m not the youngest, that title belongs to my younger brother, Pete but I was pretty much raised by my three oldest sisters, Blanche, Helen and Delene. I always wanted to be like all of them. I remember when I was younger, I used to tag along with them wherever they went and just wish that one day, I’d be just as cool as they were.

Now, I’m cooler. haha, just kidding.

Anyway, growing up in their shadow, it’s no surprise that I have picked up a lot of their habits. A lot of the things they did when they were my age, I find that I’m doing myself. Of the things that I find myself doing these days, these are the main three that I totally got from my sisters.

1. Reading.

Each of my sisters read everything they could get their hands on back in their younger days, much like I do now. They glommed over all of the older authors, like Judith McNaught, Julie Garwood, Nora Roberts, some Linda Howard, Jude Deveraux (this is the only author of theirs that I can’t get into) and their favorite author back in the day was Johanna Lindsey.

I read like crazy and if I still lived with my parents, I would totally be getting yelled at just like my sisters did when they were living with my parents. Now, it’s my sister Blanche who yells at me to put my books away and set the table, it’s so funny how old she got.

2. TV Shows.

On school nights, I remember snuggling up with my sister Helen (she was the nicest one out of all three of them) and the others with bowls of popcorn, licorice (this was totally for Helen), assorted candy and drinks while we watched whatever show was on. With each season, the shows changed from Wings to Cheers, to 90210 and Melrose Place and then later on, after everyone had moved out of my parents, we’d all meet at my older sister Blanche’s place and watch Dawson’s Creek, Felicity and you know, those shows…TV was such a big part of our lives and I loved these little nights where I got to hang out with the three women that I looked up to the most, which is probably why now, I watch so much hot damn tv, because though we don’t watch tv together anymore, we still have our little gossip fest about what’s going on and who’s doing who on in Tree Hill or in the Walker family (Brothers and Sisters) and our newest show, October Road.

This is so something that will always remind me of my sisters and this is yet another thing that I’ve inherited from them, my love for the tube.

3. Soaps.

Soaps, Stories, whatever you call them. The last thing that has totally made me one of those “Locke” girls is my love of watching soaps. My sisters grew up watching General Hospital and I watched it with them when I was in elementary school, middle school, and even in high school and now, all these many many years later, we all STILL watch and discuss General Hospital together. My sister Helen lives in Colorado and we still have our weekly wrap up calls every Friday to discuss this weeks GH.

We all have different crushes on different guys and this is the reason I wrote this post, because hot damn, my Patrick Drake is FINE! Here’s some of why I love my sisters for introducing me to this hottie filled soap opera.

Introducing, Patrick Drake…

Isn’t he adorable? hehe…

Anyway, these are things that I’ve picked up from my sisters? Is there anything that you’ve picked up that you got from your parents, siblings or a really close friend?

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A Great Big Warm Coffee House Banter Welcome…

27 09 2006


…to two very special readers, one I can’t be sure of but the other I KNOW you’re out there reading everything I’m writing, so I wanted to officially welcome you to my blog, you nosy no good liar person.

So please, dear readers, help me welcome this new reader into our midst.

I’ll get back to you guys on the second reader, once I’m POSITIVE she’s out there, but in the meantime, let’s all put our hands together and welcome my lovely and very prettyful sister, Delene.

Alright, scratch that, I know Blanche doesn’t know about the blog, all those work computers visiting my site was only me. But you, Delene have confirmed that Blanche doesnt know about the blog on the phone right now, so the rest of this post is for you only (well and the other readers out there who care to read this too!)

Come on now, I know you’re out there, because my best friend, site meter told me. So HA! I caught you! How did you know about this? Who told you? Are you going to comment with the other readers or are you going to call me and yell at me, does Blanche know about this as well? I’m not so worried about you since everything you read here, I already tell you about, but if you dare tell Blanche that I stole her slippers and hid them under my desk here at work, then I’m going to tell Dad to ask you for golf money this weekend and you know a simple request for golf money will turn into a request for the use of your car this weekend or better yet, for you to RENT him a car this weekend, HAHAHA.

So, Delene…I’m putting you on blast and that’s what you get for reading my blog on the sly without telling me, but first things first, how did you find out about this? Did Pete tell you? I swear I’m going to kick him.

But aside from all that,

WELCOME TO MY BLOG, DELENE, SISTER MINE!




I HAVE A COACH PURSE, YALL!

26 06 2006

My Saturday morning was so hellish I could have sworn the Gods were out to get me. Two of my sisters went shopping without me, leaving me with their two kids. They were supposed to be back by 11am, so I was like, what the hell??? Well, my Dad calls me shortly after they leave and ask me to run over to his house to give my Mom her shot and to take her to the store to buy her stuff for the lumpia’s that she’s making for my sister’s, sister in law’s baby shower. I sigh because I so don’t want to go because my two nieces, Chloe and Chelsea spent the night at my brother’s house so I can’t leave the kids home with them and take my Mom, I have to take all of the kids with me.

What a nightmare that was.

For something that should have only taken an hour at the most, it took us frickin’ 3. The kids were running all over the place, the little one, Chase was opening everything in the store and I had the baby, Kainoa with me as well. Trust me when I say that it was straight up hellish. By the time I got home, which was around noonish, my sisters still weren’t back and my Mom was getting on my hot damn nerves. So on top of having the screaming kids, I had my nagging Mom with me as well.

Oh flippin’ joy.

My sister’s didn’t get home until almost 1:30pm and by the time they pulled up into the driveway, I was livid. Chase had peed on the patio floor, outside. Cheridan had dropped a jar full of marbles all over the damn living room and my Mom had me frying lumpia’s and nagging in my ear about how the oil is too hot, the lumpia’s aren’t crispy enough, nag nag nag.

My Mom had walked into the bathroom when my sister’s walked into the house. Before I can lash out at them, they threw me a bag, with the words COACH on them. I stood there gaping at the bag in front of me and I opened the bag with a quickness to find a Coach Soho signature handbag inside. I felt like a giddy schoolgirl on Christmas morning. I knew they were going shopping but I didn’t know what they were buying or where they were going. And I certainly didn’t think they were going to buy me anything, but they did and I was so happy and to show you how sweet they were, the following conversation ensued:

Me: Why did you guys buy me this? Is it real?
Sister #2: Of course, it’s real, why do you think it took us so long? We had Sister #3 on the phone transferring her money so that we can buy the dang thing for you. We each split the cost.
Me: Are you frickin’ kidding me? *all said while I’m admiring my new bag*
Sister #1: I had to put it on my credit card, because Sister #3 was taking too long with her money.
Me: How much did it cost?
Sister #1: A little more than $250.
Me: *mouth gaping wide* Why in the hell did you pay that much for a bag for me?
Sister #2: Because, after the incident with Trish and then with Kainoa breaking your phone last night, we thought you’d surely lose it, we also thought you’d enjoy this, aren’t we sweet?
Me: Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Sister #1: So can you babysit for me tomorrow night?
Me: Scowling in her direction.
Sister #1: I’m kidding, sheesh.
Me: Chase peed on the patio again, I swear that boy is demented.
Sister #2: Did Kainoa pee in his diaper? I hope so.
Me: *Rolling my eyes at her*
Sister #2: See, now you can wear your bag when you come to Loveland and we can go stake out the mall, where I always see Jeremy Bloom at.
Me: I’m all over that one.

Now, I knew she’s never seen Jeremy Bloom, EVER since living in Colorado but I wasn’t paying too much attention to her right then, I was too busy admiring my new purse, I think I was drooling a bit, but that’s to be expected from a purse loving gal like myself. A real COACH purse? OMGOSH, that’s like akin to an orgasm for me, YAHOO!

I was basking in the warmth of my new purse, that all the events of the morning vanished from my mind. I was back to being the happy go lucky, Dylan that everyone knows and loves. But then Sister #1 goes to her Sister in Law’s baby shower and takes our Mother with her, leaving me and Sister #2 (we weren’t invited) at home, just lounging around. Sister #2 was getting her stuff ready for her drive to San Diego to visit with her friend until this Wednesday when I brought up the purse again. The following conversation ensues:

Me: Let me see what you got today.
Sister #2: *while putting her laundry in her bag*, Oh yeah, let me show you. *she gets her bags out and shows me everything she bought, the purse last*
Me: OMGosh, this is so pretty. It’s a bit smaller than my purse but no less pretty, oh gosh this is so the best day.
Sister #2: I know, huh? Isn’t it cute and to think it only cost us $30.
Me: *I turn my evil eye on her* What the flip?
Sister #2: *gasps* I mean, I mean, our purse was on clearance, yours wasn’t. We paid $250 for your purse. I’m serious, *she starts laughing by now* Really, we did!
Me: You flippin’ liar.
Sister #2: *She’s laughing uproariously now.*
Me: How much was my purse?
Sister #2: *In between bouts of laughter*, $35. See? Yours WAS the most expensive one of all of ours.
Me: IT’S FAKE!
Sister #2: Mine is too, but doesn’t it look so real?
Me: I hate you.
Sister #2: No you don’t.
Me: I hate you all.
Sister #2: Oh crap,

So, my sister totally killed my buzz…I was high on life for about an hour before Sister #2 rained on my parade, stupid heiffers, the whole lot of them…but LOL, you gotta love your sisters, we both had a good ol’ laugh about it all, and to be honest, I don’t even care that it’s not the real one, it would have been nice, but my purse still looks like a COACH purse, it’s still oh so cute and it looks real so I’m over it by now. But my sister had me cracking up because after we both stopped laughing and were out of breath she says,

“Oh and I should remind you, I still haven’t seen Jeremy Bloom in Loveland.”

Stupid heiffer, always dashing my dreams. LOL.





Sisters, Can’t Live With Them…

18 04 2006


…can’t live without them.

Gosh living with your sister can really take it’s toll on your sometimes, this morning I just about lost it with mine. Now more than ever, I feel like I need to get the hell up out of my house. I need to get out of California because no one in my circle of friends is going to move out with me and I can’t afford to live on my own in California, especially Southern California because do you know how much that would cost me, monthly?

I’d stay broke for the rest of my life.

*sigh*

Anyways, back to my rant about this morning. My daughter is 7 years old and she’s the same size as my 9 year old niece, not because my Brenna is fat or anything, but because my niece is abnormally skinny. The poor girl has got no shape whatsoever, but whatever I’m pissed at her right now, so yeah…back to that. Sometimes they wear the same clothes and all is well, but this morning I about lost my head over a pair of pants.

A pair of pants that my sister bought Brenna for her birthday 2 months ago. TWO MONTHS.

It started last night, Brenna and I were calm after the homework incident (trust me you don’t want me to start on THAT issue) and she was bathed and I was making myself a slow jam CD, she came over and sat on the couch next to said 9 year old niece and began watching TV when she looked over at me and asked,

“Mom, what am I wearing to school tomorrow?”

I looked over at her and replied, “A pair of jeans and a shirt, why?”

“But can I wear my new jean jacket to school?” she asked.

I thought about it some and then said, “Oh okay, well then I’m washing your flowy black pants, you can wear that with your pink shirt and your jean jacket over it, with your boots. Go look for your boots, make sure they’re under the bed where you put them.”

So, she found her boots, put them by the door with her socks on top of them and her pants were in the dryer and her shirt was hanging on her dresser. I didn’t have to fold any laundry because my Mini Me, folds and puts my laundry for me and Brenna (I swear I love that girl), so after I made my CD I went upstairs, showered and then came back downstairs to make another play list. Everything seemed to be in order for this morning, so I went to bed.

I woke up this morning, pushed Brenna out of bed and then we both went upstairs and Brenna was brushing her teeth when I began looking through the clothes on my dresser, looking for Brenna’s black pants. I couldn’t find them so I asked Chels, she said she folded them and her Mom came and sorted the clothes, put me and Brenna’s clothes on top of Brenna’s dresser and then took the other girls clothes and put them away. I found a pair of black flowy pants that were two sizes too small for Brenna, so I knew they weren’t hers. I knew they weren’t hers because these were faded and Brenna had only worn her black pants once since she got them for her birthday from my sister.

So, I sent Brenna downstairs to ask my sister if she saw her pants. I can hear everything being said downstairs, so imagine my shock when Brenna is telling the 9 year old niece, Chaylene, who was sitting next to her last night when we were discussing what Brenna was wearing to school today, that she was wearing her pants. I started seeing red when I heard said niece telling Brenna what she was telling her.

“My Mom said these are mine, so I’m wearing them.”

Brenna says, “Chaylene, you know I was wearing those today and those are mine. Your mom bought those for me for my birthday.”

All attitudy like, “My mom said these are mine, Brenna.”

Then my sister comes in and says, “What’s the problem, Brenna?”

“Aunty those pants are mine, my mom said last night that I was wearing those pants last night and Chay Chay has them on now.”

“Those aren’t yours Brenna, those are hers, her grandma bought those for her.”

Brenna holds up the pants in her hands and tells my sister, “No Aunty, these are the ones Grandma bought for her, those are the pants that you bought me for my birthday.”

“Go upstairs and change into some jeans Brenna, Chaylene is going to wear those pants.”

This is when I come stomping down the stairs, I come walking into the room and Brenna’s got tears in her eyes and she says, “Thanks a lot, Chay Chay, now my mom isn’t going to let me wear my new jacket.”

Now I’m pissed off.

“Come on Brenna, let’s go upstairs and find new pants to wear since Chaylene has the pants she knew you were wearing today on, I’ll buy you a new pair today after work.”

My sister had the audacity to pretend like I didn’t hear what she told my daughter. She says, “The pants that Chay Chay has on are too big for Brenna.”

My curt reply was, “No the pants Jeanette bought for Chaylene were too small, but whatever, keep the pants.”

“It’s not like Brenna doesn’t wear Chaylene’s clothes.”

“That’s not why I’m pissed. I’m pissed because Chaylene KNEW Brenna was wearing those pants today and I’m pissed because you tried to act like the pants were Chaylene’s when you know good and well YOU bought them for Brenna two months ago. That’s why I’m pissed.”

She got all huffy like I was in the wrong.

What the hell ever, don’t buy my daughter something for her birthday and then fold it and put it into your kids clothes. That’s just stupid. I don’t do that to her and I totally expected the same from her. But she’s famous for this, she’s forever saying something belongs to her kids when she knows good damn well that they don’t and her sneaky ass little spoiled rotten daughter tried to act like she didn’t know Brenna was wearing those pants. Tried to act like she wasn’t sitting right freaking next to Brenna the night before while we planned out what Brenna was wearing to school so that we could sleep in a little in the morning. The stupid little shit, but please believe had it been the other way around and Brenna was wearing something of hers, regardless of if she was planning to wear it or not, she would have thrown a fit, which is why she’s my least favorite niece in our family.

If it was okay, I probably wouldn’t even like that little girl, but I have to like her because she’s in my family but I swear to you guys, that little girl is pure evil.

I can’t stand that crap.

Pisses me right off…so my sister tells me that I made a big deal out of nothing. You tell me, did I? Because if I made a big deal out of nothing then I’ll stop being pissed about it all (well I’ll try) but the pants Brenna ended up wearing to school didn’t match her new jacket because she doesn’t have pants that go with the jacket, except for the pants that stupid Chaylene is wearing, so because I knew how bad Brenna wanted to wear her new jacket, I let her wear it…not matching and sending Brenna to school NOT matching pisses me off!

Sorry, just needed to blow off some steam, because I told my other sister about it and she’s like, that’s nothing new, the sweatshirt Chaylene wore to school yesterday was Meghans but heaven forbid Meghan wear a pair of her socks, frickin gets on my nerves!