The Ya-Ya Sisterhood

I’ve never really written a post entirely dedicated to the quirkyness and insanity and amazingness that is my family. Because my family is bigger than a clan of machete-wielding bush men, today I’m going to just focus on my sisters and how fab they are. In an effort to protect their privacy, I’m only going to mention their first initial and will do my best to not say anything too embarrassing that will make them come and challenge me to a catfight. I am weak, and they would win.
From left to right: A, my mom, T, J, A (who is a sis-in-law and I'll write about her later), M who is just below her, B, and finally C, who is another sis-in-law. Not pictured: K andn E, both sis-in-laws who were unable to be on the vacation we had taken where this picture was taken. I'll make sure to track down pics of them before profiling them, because I don't want to do it if I don't have pics to refernce them. :)

So, from oldest to youngest, we first have J.
J is pretty much amazing. Out of all my sisters – nay, out of all my sibs, she is by far the most normal. When the sissy’s and I are all chillin’, I think she stares at us in wonder and thinks we’re insane because we all have quirks when she’s just a rock – stable and dependable and funny and witty. She’s a great mom of 5, and I’d love to one day be the kind of mom she is. Go J! Way to be awesome! (Incidentally, my niece M, who I mention frequently because she is a DDF, is her daughter.)



Next, we have M. M’s the leader of the pack. When we were younger, she’d somehow convince most of us that licking the warts on her toes was a select privilege most didn’t have. She has 6 kids, 5 of which are boys, 2 of them being sweet little twin terrors that get into everything, including once turning the hose on in the house, and pouring syrup in and all over her extremely prized and expensive grand piano! I have no idea how she deals with all the testosterone in her home, for real. She’s funny and EVERYBODY I know gravitates toward her, she’s like a magnet. A hot MILF magnet.

And now, A. (Unfortunately I don't have a separate pic of A on my computer at the time, so reference above.) A is by far and looooong the sweetest in the family. She’s always thinking about how to assist somebody, and she goes above and beyond to help people who are in trouble. A just had a sweet friend die of a long and painful disease, and for months and months, every Wednesday she spent tons of money and time making her friend’s family a nice dinner. She did it because she cared, and because she wanted in some way to ease the pain their family was going through. A is also Lil C’s babysitter, and he just adores her and her sweet 3 lil kiddos. She also is hilarious and I always get the dirtiest and most random texts from her. They always begin with “Hey, Big Tuna!” (Her affectionate nickname for me.) She never ceases to make me smile. :)

Then we have T. T has a twin brother like me, but I’m not going to talk about him yet because this is girls only. I feel like T and I look a lot alike. She’s a workoutaholic and has a smokin’ bod (though, incidentally, you'd have to pay me an insane amount of cash to walk to the 2nd floor to my office at work rather than take the elevator. Me no likey the exercise :). She’s constantly competing in races and feels best on a treadmill. We also always tease her that she must be ADHD because the woman NEVER stops moving, and this is not a joke. We can’t all sit and talk, she’s got to be moving, standing up, dancing around, doing squats, you name it. I can just picture her at night being irritated that her mind demands sleep when her body wants to keep moving. T has 4 great kids; her oldest 2 are twins, too. Can you tell they definitely run in the fam? ;)

Next in line is B. I feel like I can relate most to B. B is closest in age to me, only 4 years older than me. As kids, we fought like rabid little monkeys, but now we’re tight. She’s got 2 sweet little boys, and she’s not afraid to voice her opinion. Because she likes to voice it so much, in fact, she has recently gotten in fights with workers from Home Depot and Arctic Circle. :) Don’t cross this chick, cuz she’ll put you back in your place! B is one of my greatest supporters and always has my back and wants to make sure I’m doing okay. And, proud to say, we haven’t gotten in a physical fight like we did as kids since she was 19 (YES, NINETEEN. AS IN, OLD. I was 15. She chased me around the cul-de-sac we lived in because I borrowed a nasty looking blue vest of hers. She even ended up spitting on me. In front of her boyfriend. And the entire neighborhood. It was not only a definite regression back into childhood on her part, but also hilariously funny. I tease her about it all the time.)

And then there’s me. But you know me.

I'm so grateful for my sisters. I should have mentioned this on my blog earlier, because they are an important part of my life. I am blessed enough to have ALL of them live near me, and I get to see them on a weekly (and often more than that) basis. They are my best friends, who I am hanging out with most. They've been with me through EVERYTHING, all the gunk and suckyness I've gone through, and even though at times they don't understand, they still love me, still want me to keep fighting, and still treasure and love me as a sister. I couldn't ask for anything or anybody better. Thanks, God! Way to give me such awesome sissy's!

Okay, so the next installment will at some point include parental units, brothers, and in-laws. Mi famila es tu familia, so love them like you love me.

you know you love me, xo xo