Tim made a comment on a photo I posted to Facebook of my sisters and I about how we were Wilson Phillips. We can sing but never took our show on the road. It's a shame. We would've been great on a tour bus together. Not during our growing up years. One of us would've been dead. Most likely Leah. She was the youngest and we pushed her around. She took it because she had no choice. We still push her around but now that we're adults we don't mean it and actually feel very apologetic for the way we treated her as a young'n.
Tim's comment opened my eyes a bit to how very, very different each of us truly are. When I look at a picture of all of us I can't pinpoint 2 sisters that look like each other plain as day. And we always get various opinions from people. Some say Liz and I look alike, some say Leah and Liz look alike. It's very funny. What do you think?
And then there's the personalities. I'm not sure how our parents survived. I'm sure they were quite relieved to have Liz. She balanced out the crazy between Leah and I. She was and still is the creme to our oreo. Two chocolate cookies right on top of each other is a bit much. But add in the creme and you have a nice balance. This is also why Liz is the favorite daughter. Oh mom, don't even start. Leah and I both know and we're ok with this fact. Liz is making up for it by taking care of mom and dad when they're older. Ain't she sweet?
Yours truly was the classic older sibling. Protective, bossy and mean. I beat up my sisters, I yelled at people who made fun of them or hurt their feelings and I constantly told them what to do and if they didn't listen I beat them again or told them they were adopted. Much physical and psychological abuse was administered. They're tougher.
Leah, oh Leah. You poor thing. She took the brunt of our brutalities. But she played her role as the youngest well. Was abused, got babied, abused, babied, abused, babied. Over and over again. I'd pay for her counseling but I don't like her THAT much.
On our trip all the couples were responsible for a meal each day. Liz made lasagna, I did a chicken fried steak and Leah made a breakfast casserole.
All of us work very differently but we each have a good work ethic. One of those positive things we inherited. Liz is good at prep with a relaxed attitude. She works ahead, schedules and gets it done. If something goes awry she brushes it off and moves on.
Leah preps ahead as well but she is tense about it. Things must be perfect and if they're not we know it. This is why she makes a good boss. She is quietly forceful. But because I know Leah and how emotional she gets, I picture her being all calm and matter of fact and then getting a pillow and screaming bloody murder into the poor thing. I better buy her a couple of pillows.
I am a mess from the start. Barely any prep and I'm not calm forceful. I'm just forceful. So I flail around a lot. The good thing is, when I get really pissed I become calm. Hmmm...
These different characteristics showed in the way we made our dinners and I even overheard my dad talking about this very thing on the last day of our vacation. Liz had made her sauce ahead of time and all she had to do was make the noodles and bake. Easy peasy. Now, if an ant crawls on the counter near her or she thinks she sees a spider much screaming and hyperness will ensue. And the lasagna was delicious.
Leah made a breakfast casserole she had never made before. I didn't watch her make it but if she gets upset or impatient it shows but she's not crazy about it. She just fixes it and moves on. Awesome casserole. I need the recipe. SO MUCH CHEESE!
Then there's me. I always make new recipes, read the full recipe right beforehand and then run around like a chicken with my head cutoff. I can't help this. It's a fault but that's how I'll always be. A headless chicken. Granted a very pretty one.
I have a friend with 3 girls that often says she hopes her 3 girls end up being as close as my sisters and I are. Looking at her three I predict they will be. We sorta couldn't stand each other growing up and now we can't go very long without seeing each other. It isn't the type of relationship where we talk to each other all of the time. In fact, I go months without talking to them on the phone but it doesn't matter. Our hearts are bonded.
But seriously, we are so different. I am really hoping we're related!
Now I will leave you with the quotes from our trip together:
Sarah - I have the strongest urge to stick jelly belly's up my nose right now
After ignoring the GPS and taking the long way around:
Eric - I like all the new streets!
Sarah - yeah, we've driven them all
Sarah - What are you getting cheese for?
Tim - to eat. What do you do with your cheese?
Liz - I get along with people when I'm tired. Not so much when I'm awake because then I realize how dumb they are
Sarah - Tim is sorta like a ninja
Eric - {yeah, cause pregnant people can't drive}
Tom to Leah - non pregnant people can't drive
Sarah - Eric, can you feel these for me. (re. avacados)
Leah to Sarah during UNO: How bout your play the right color?
Sarah - Ohhh, I thought I could play whatever I wanted
Leah - my upper is nicer than my lower
Dad - nobody has won since Sarah went out
Eric - well not when everyone keeps folding
Dad - Chowder head (supposed to be cheese head)
Sarah - What does unique casual dining mean?
Leah - They might as well say nude casual dining
Tim - Leah farts lemons. Sarah, learn how to fart lemons.
Good night!
