Thursday, May 28, 2009

Siblings

Having siblings is great – for the most part. I can’t imagine not having my older brother or my younger sister around.

When you have brothers and sisters, it takes the brunt off of you and anything bad you might do. If you happen to fail a test on the same day that a sibling punches a hole through the wall, your failure will be most likely blown off, if not completely unnoticed.


But when you have siblings, anything good you do also risks going unnoticed. Milestones can potentially go ignored, especially when your siblings have already achieved them. Things like graduations, weddings, and children aren’t quite as interesting when they’ve already been done by your brothers and sisters and you’re the only one left who hasn’t done any of those.

Weddings, graduations, and new babies are great. The first time any of those happen in the family is so exciting. The second time is exciting but the newness is worn off. It’s not clichéd but it’s not unique either. After enough of those milestones have been reached by your siblings, when the last one’s turn comes along, it’s like “Okay great you did this but who cares because it’s already been done," or "Oh, look what you finally got around to doing."

My brother has gotten married, graduated from college, and had two children. My sister has gotten married, graduated from college, and is expecting her first child.

I have not gotten married, I have not graduated from college, and I am not expecting any children; however, I HAVE managed to flunk out of college, total a car, go to four different colleges without getting a single degree, and be the only one of my parents’ children to still be living at home at 27. Yay me.

My brother and sister have done these amazing and wonderful things and I am so happy for them, truly.

But I don’t have much to look forward to when and if my turn comes, do I.

Friday, May 1, 2009

I had to post this

I took this picture a while ago and had to post it. It makes me laugh...



This is one of my cats, Holstein, in the Melodye version of the "redneck cat carrier." He didn't like it too much, but I laughed my ass off.