Thursday, June 19, 2008

A Sister's Mutation

It has been happening slowly, subtle at first, then picking up speed. A gradual mutation from one entity into another. My persona has twisted and I have morphed into.....a mother!

No, I am not really a mom, I'm still a little too young for that (in my opinion anyways), but I have been acting like one more and more. I'm kinda tired tonight, so I'll keep the explanation quick. You see, this summer has been different than any of my other summers. Usually I head down to the Florida heat and bugs during the summer to visit my family down there, however, this year I decided to stay in Virginia. My Mom is working this summer for the first time in around fifteen years, and she desperately needed someone to watch the kids in the mornings. This is where yours truly comes in.

I figured, hey, they're just my siblings and my mom is willing to pay me, not much, but any additional income is welcome (college kid remember), so I can watch them in the mornings and work in the afternoon. Little did I know that I would be giving up my identity. I no longer feel like their big sister, I feel like their mom. I wake up and cook them breakfast, spend several hours doing various activities with my brother (My sister is withdrawn. It''s a phase.), cleaning the house, and cooking them lunch. I am also the one who has all of my siblings friends and parents phone numbers to contact them by. I am the one talking to all of the parents, setting things up, getting to know them, and making sure it is okay for my siblings to come over.

My mom comes home, I go to work, and when I get back the kids are usually still awake. So I then proceed to read my brother his bedtime story and say his prayers with him. After that I
go and talk to my sister and watch TV with her for a while, before she crashes and I do this blog. Do I sound more like a sister or a mom? I feel more like a mom. -sigh- Oh well, at least I'm getting in practice. So much for keeping it quick, huh?

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Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Bloody Mary

There is a legend which every child has heard. It strikes fear into the hearts of many, and nightmares are inevitable. It is the legend of Bloody Mary.

I'm pretty sure you already know how the tale goes, but let me give you a brief recap, just in case. A woman named Mary was murdered somehow, the legends all vary on the method, but it is always a brutal murder. Now they say if you go into the bathroom, turn off the lights, and say Bloody Mary three times (sometimes while spinning), Mary will appear in the mirror and scratch your eyes out!

Now, most of us human beings of average intelligence or more pretty much agree that going into a bathroom and chanting some woman's name three times, isn't going to do much. If your spinning, you might make yourself dizzy, but that's about it. Try telling that to my sister.

My little sis has a friend sleepover last night, and about midnight it starting storming. I mean thunder, lightening, wind the whole nine yards, so they decided to tell ghost stories. Well, one thing led to another and we ended watching a creepy Supernatural (TV series) episode called Bloody Mary. Which is obviously about the legend of Bloody Mary. Anyways, we watched that, it spooked my sister a little (so I thought) and we went to bed. Today, my sis and her friend decided to say Bloody Mary three times in the bathroom with the lights off. Smart move after scary yourselves senseless the night before, right?

Since then my sister has been taking paranoid to a whole new level. She refuses to be in a room with the door closed alone, lights on or not. She jumps at the slightest sounds and is convinced she keeps seeing/hearing people outside our doors. Of course, my brother and I aren't helping the matter, but come on, she is making it way to easy for us not to antagonize her. Even our Mom pulled a joke on her. It is just that easy. Hopefully she'll mellow soon, because she is not getting in bed with me tonight. She is a cover thief. Till next time.

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Tuesday, June 17, 2008

A Woman's Metamorphosis

There is a certain time that comes upon every woman, oh lets say, once a month, when something causes her to change into an entirely new, much more terrifying creature. You know what I'm talking about. Something snaps and that lovable, sweet woman you used to know suddenly grows fangs and tries to take your head off!! Well, the worst of that time of change is upon me right now, and while I am in this state I tend to come of as mean instead of humorous. So, just for tonight I'm going to skip a formal blog and by tomorrow night I'll be feeling just like my old sarcastic self again. Please bear with me folks. See you tomorrow night.

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Monday, June 16, 2008

Ancient Argument of Global Importance

There is an argument raging through our world. It spans contents, divides families, and destroys all who cross it's path. The ancient argument is..........Batman verses Superman!! Yes, yes I know. This is a dangerous subject to touch upon, but that is a risk I am willing to take.

The answer to this all-encompassing question should be clear to every sane person on the face of this Earth, and perhaps Planet Bob (Titan A.E.) as well. Batman takes Superman stomps him into the ground, continues to pound until he is a fine powder, and then scatters him in the wind. Needless to say, Batman wins hands down. Batman is clever, a genius really, he is ambiguous which makes him interesting, and the man is 100% human and still manages to kick some serious bad-guy butt! Not to mention he has the whole "cool factor" going for him.

That and the outfit. If you're going to wear tights (not something I'd recommend) which would you prefer: bright red and bright blue or dark gray and black? Ummmm......let me think........dark gray and black please! Batman also has a distinct and, well, dark personality that people can connect with better than straight-laced Superman. Batman shows the gray areas of a superhero, while Superman only shows black and white images.


Everyone Superman is a complete and utter boy-scout. In fact, he makes boy-scouts look bad. The man is just that perfect and strait-laced a.k.a. "stiff". Seriously, what kind of personality does Superman have? No, obsessing about Louis is not a personality trait. Besides fitting the role of the "good guy" what is his personality like? Any takers? No? That may be because besides being the stereotypical "nice good guy" he doesn't have much of a personality!! Much less a personality flaw! Uh, Mary Sue anyone?

While Batman is a human, an extremely tough human mind you, but still human that beats the bad guys at a personal risk, Superman is like typing the "God Mode" cheat into a video game. The man can't be beat. Think about it. He is indestructible against everything from fire to bullets, he can fly, he is "faster than a speeding bullet", shoots laser beams out of his eyes, has super hearing, and only one teeny tiny weakness: kryptonite, and they had to make that up.

Did you know that originally Superman had no weakness? They had to event one for him, a sucky one at that. The man is still the "God Cheat" of superheros. Which, really, really,
really annoys me. Louis isn't all that great either, and personally I think she should file stalking charges against Superman. His obsession with her is kind of weird. Perhaps that is just me though.

Bottom line: Batman is awesome, Superman should be shoved into a corner somewhere. Thank you and have a nice day.


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Sunday, June 15, 2008

Heaven is at.....Brewster's?!

It started out as a perfectly normal day. Nothing unique had happened, unless you count grocery shopping at Sam's Club for over two hours unique, which it is definitely not in my family. I never expected to find out where the gateway to Heaven was from this little planet of Earth. Then I went to Brewster's. I walked casually up to the window, decided I should step outside of my plain chocolate comfort zone, and ordered New York Cheesecake ice cream. The angels began to sing.

I couldn't believe it, one taste of that delicious ice cream and the angels let out of chorus of beautiful song, light fell from the sky to shine upon the ice cream and I, and for a moment I was lost in its wonder. I don't know how Brewster's managed to steal some of Heaven, but they did. Oh, how they did. I yammered on and on about the magnificence of the ice cream for an hour after the last of it's celestial taste faded from my mouth. My family threatened to gag me. I ignored them, as I usually do. My life has been change from that moment out. I have found Heaven and nothing will ever be the same again.

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