Liz - my sister. Older. Seven years. I have three siblings - two sisters and a brother. They are all older. There are five years between them but five years from me to the next. There names all start with "D".
They were all white heads as children. Exactly like Erika's crew. I was blonde for five seconds. So weird.
So the three Ds. Which means my mom set me up for them to have feelings about me from day one!
I can't believe you are "L"isa.
I always got my own room because of my age while the Ds - Debbie and Darlene always had to share. My brother who was ten cried and shut himself in a room for over a day when I was born. They thought I was a boy - well had chosen Daniel. Why they didn't go to Danielle is a mystery never to be cracked. David, Deborah, Darlene and we'll call her Lisa.
My mom said all the "Ds" were taken with my cousins. Folks my mom is very intelligent I swear.
We are close. Very close. But there is something that stops us from being close in a "real" sense. I don't know if you can get that sentence. I think the abuse - possibly secrets - stops something. Plus, she hated me in a quiet manner. Used to plug my nose and cover my mouth. It's unspoken whatever it is. I spent most of my youth being paid off, by speeches, by drunk teenagers who didn't want me to tell my parents that they were partying. The one you asked about - She was "that 70s show".
Personified.
She used to drive me crazy when I was young. She was everything I'm not. Things don't bother her outwardly. I'm overly sensitive. She was always thin. I never was. She's got a happy personality. I'm not that. She got into "normal" trouble. I was "good". Didn't care about school. I lived for school.
I'll give you a perfect example of her besides not caring about an active ghost. Once, she was with someone who was doing some financial damage and they were going to be evicted (so funny since she now makes good money now as a computer specialist for provincial government). So anyway she phones me this day years and years ago and I can hear noise in the background and I say, 'where are you?. This is the day that they were threatening eviction. At the pool. At the pool?
Yeah, I'm at the pool. How could you be at the pool? Who's on first? kind of conversation. You see I would have been a basketcase. And never could be laughing it up at the local pool like it's any kind summer day. She's like well it's a beautiful day and what will be - will be.
. That's her.
And that was so head scratching and frustrating to me once upon a time. It was like I was the mother. But now it makes me smile how she walks through life.
Here's another Debbie moment. Years ago we all went out to what do you call it - not paintball - laser quest. Total darkness and I swear Elysha (niece) was young. And my sister finds a secret spot like a friggin' sniper and pings us all out for the entire time.
Yes, that includes her children.
(One of which I accidentally took out across the head with my gun by the way) But her she's on a roll. And it was one of their birthdays. Smiling. It was years ago and I still remember that she won hand's down. I was watching out for everyone of course. She was simply winning by sniping from a corner. Not one was off limits to the sniper girl. And I am beyond competitive people. But she isn't thinking "where are my children?" I am.
So her. And then she has "Debbie" moments where she goes I won and I hit seven of you ten times. But there were eight players? Who was that?
You Deb.
She is a clown. In both ways - in a side business she has - does children's parties and in personailty. YOu can bug her, make fun of her and she laughs with you. I would be angry or sad or sensitive. You can clock her on any day. Hyper - hyper - hyper then 8:30 hits and she crashes with I have a headache - I've got work tomorrow (like no one else on the planet does way of saying that
) Read her by your watch. Starts turning down lights - doesn't matter if they are my lights or my parents. Hyper to coma state within what seems like a moment you turn your head.
She is a good mother. But no Betty Crocker like my mom. About as far as you can get. She is so not my mom that is a strange feeling that she came from that woman. Really - you stare at them and think "what??!!". She used to drive me crazy. She would drop her kids with me at a moment's notice. I want the kids Deb. Okay. I have them pronto. She'd let five years olds pack their own overnight bags so I was forever dressing her kids in my shirts as dresses.
cause you can imagine what a four or five year old would pack . I want to take Connie on vacation to WDW - I was nineteen. Okay, done. No problem. What I'm trying to say is that she antithesis of a helicopter parent. And I used to get so angry with her. "God did you feed your children breakfast?". "No they weren't hungry. Feed them". No abuse. No neglect. Just a different human. And now I love her immensely. Appreciate her immensely. I've grown. I've changed. I've realized that all people are not the same, not the same kind of thinkers, are not black and whilte. She is one of a kind. Truly. Now, I fully appreciate her. especially since so many, including my other sister, hold their kids so tightly.
Thanks for asking Lyz.
<---Yes that is a fireman. He is there to keep you warm. 
Yes, it has occured to me that once again I struggle with success. Ridiculous. 
her. Just love her. 
