[Attention: This is late. I know, bad blogger! I do have a good excuse, though. This weekend was Dustin's birthday and we've been going non-stop since Friday afternoon. Much fun was had by all! I DO have pictures to share. Does that make my tardiness a wee bit better? ]
I have both a younger brother and sister. Joey is seven years younger and Julie is four years younger than me. This is what we looked like as squishy babies:
[Joey. Julie. Me.]
Notice Joey's big head. He had this huge baby head that used to amaze my 7 year old self. Joey was born two days before my Birthday, so right away I had a beef with this kid. Stealing my Birthday sunshine. The nerve! He was a chubby baby.. I used to think he could hide things in have pudgy baby rolls. I remember seeing him as an infant in this little bouncy chair and going up to him and bouncing the chair and not getting what the big deal was. Why Mom would want this little runt around? (Gosh, that sounds so MEAN now!)
As we grew older, not only did we NOT get along, dare I say, we really hated each other. nd, I don't use "hate" lightly! I would have thrown that kid under a bus. He would have pushed me off a cliff. We used to fight NON-STOP, the two of us, and the goal was to get Julie on our "team." 'Cause two against one was the ultimate goal.
Now that were both grown, I LOVE my baby bro. He's such a cool kid. He's helpful and generous and caring and fun. He has a smoking hot girl friend and he now has armpit hair, which freaks me the heck out. Only men have armpit hair and he's still my snotty, drooly, weezly baby bro. I can't wait to see what this boy ends up doing with his life, as I just KNOW it's gunna be good.
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I don't remember much about Julie as a baby, being that I was still a little kid myself. I remember her being tiny, though. I recall being about 8 years old and our family was at my lovely aunt's house and this older teenager was fawning over her, feeding her with a spoon and I remember it pissing me off. "She's four for goodness sakes! She shovels food into her mouth ALL THE TIME at home. Pay attention to ME!" Ha!
Julie went through this major tomboy phase when she was 5 or 6 and I remember bribing her with chocolate covered cherries to put on a dress and let me take paparazzi pictures of her in the hallway. I remember the terrible, cheesy, forced smile she plastered on her face, all in the name of making me happy, and moreso to get those gooey chocolate delights.
As I approached and sat smack dab in the middle of teenager-hood, we started fighting. Oh man, the words that came out of our mouths. The slander! The "f" bombs! The, "Stop being such a ho!" Those were the days. *shakes head* If I had a dollar for every time either on of us shouted "Get the f*ck out of my room!", we'd BOTH be rich. Ahhh, the loveliness that is a clash of female hormones.
After Dustin and I got married and moved, Julie and grew closer. I missed my sissy! We wrote to each other a bit and called sometimes and when I came back to California to have my lung taken out, we just clicked. I think she was scared of what was going on with me, even though she was a teenager, so we spent time together when wasn't in the hospital and when I felt good. After I got better and moved on with life, we spent a lot more time together. I DID not buy her alcohol! Nope, not me! Oh man.
Now, Julie and I are so in love. She's my "Crab-Cakes" and I'm her "Goph-Goph." We go on girl dates and text message each other all the time. We shop and eat and talk about how damn hot Robert Pattinson is. She's beautiful and has killer dark brown curls that she straightens some times and looks like a mermaid. She's smart as a whip and on the path to having a killer career. Last I heard from her, she wanted to become a children's art counselor... like the counselor that I had when I was in the hospital as a child that brought me stickers and art supplies and kept my mind of of the crappy reality of chemo. I KNOW Julie has the heart and mind to be anything that she wants. <3
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The last picture is of me. Yes, I realize that the coloring of the photo makes me look like a washed-out little bunny zombie baby. Tee hee! I don't know if I was a chubby baby. I may have to make a call to my Momma!
1,300 Things to be Thankful for, coming up tomorrow. <3
xx,
Violet
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