Today is my Big Sis's birthday. I am not going to say how old she is. You have to ask her that. You can figure my age from that info. Today I will tell you a couple of my favorite stories about my sister. Some of these you may know, some you may not. But here's to you, Big Sis. I love you and I am so glad you are my sister.
One of my favorite stories is from way back. We had gone on a little road trip with the family. We did that quite often and I did it a lot when I first got my driver's license. That's one thing I love about hubby. We'll get in the car and just drive. Anyway, it was me and Big Sis, our cousin C, Mom and Ahole. That was my first step father. We had stopped to see Mary Crockett's grave. Please tell me that's Davey's wife's name, cause my brain hurts going this far back. Big Sis and C and I were wandering around the grave yard, freaking each other out, having a great time when something jumped at us and took off running. The three of us jumped fourteen different directions and screamed like a bunch of little girls. We were, but still. It was a rabbit. We scared it, and it scared us back. We laughed so hard after we realized it was a rabbit and not a dead guy.
When Big Sis was a teenager, she fought like cats and dogs with Mom. Mom hated when we had to shuffle vehicles in the driveway for one person to get out or whatever and Big Sis was determined to park in the driveway. One morning as Mom was going to work and we were going to school, Big Sis's car wouldn't start, and she was parked behind Mom. Mom had to push her car out of the way. She must have rammed the crap out of Bis Sis's car trying to move that tank. Only after we had to push Big Sis's car back into the driveway did she realize that the emergency brake was on. Mom ripped her a new one. I smiled about that all day because I was pissed at both of them. It still makes me giggle a little.
Big Sis was always there when I needed her though. She rescued me and a couple of my friends from some girls we went to school with. For some reason, they decided that they were looking for a fight and we were the lucky recipients. We stopped at the park between the pool and my house and sat on a bench with a woman who was there with her kids. We told her what was going on and she stayed with us. One of my friends finally left and went to my house. Big Sis was home thankfully. She came tearing down the street and slid into the parking lot. "Get in the car now!" she yelled at us. "And if I see you around my sister again I'll kick your ass." Yea, Big Sis.
My car broke down on Hulen during rush hour. I had to cross the road (eek!) and use the pay phone at Chili's. This was pre-cell phone, believe it or not. She came and pushed my car across that busy street into the parking lot. She did make sure my emergency brake wasn't on before we started.
She has known me all my life and for some reason still loves me. She has been my best friend for a long time. We didn't speak to each other very well when we were teenagers and she had to go live with our Dad for awhile. My then stepmother would bad mouth her to me because she knew I didn't like Big Sis very much, either. I told her one day to shut up. She looked at me and asked why. "She's my sister. Nobody talks bad about my sister but me!" Screwed logic I know, but I was 15. Give me a break.
So thanks for being my sister and my friend. I love you, Big Sis! I couldn't ask for a better one and I wouldn't take anybody else. Happy Birthday!
4 comments:
Yeah, those were some good times!! I really thought that rabbit was a head!! Every time somebody tells me they only want one kid, I always tell them that siblings will understand each other like nobody else. I love you, too!!
I remember a scorching hot August day when the three of us piled into Stacy's Hyundai Excel and zoomed out to TCJC to register for school. This was, of course, in the pre-Internet days when we had to show up and register in person and dash around like crazy people from table to table, hoping our classes weren't yet filled. Apparently, there was some kind of mix-up with Stacy's resident status and they were going to charge her with out-of-state tuition. The next thing I knew, I saw an angry Stacy stalking out of the registration area, hair flying behind her like an angry dark cloud. We followed suit, even though my hair didn't fly as much as hers did. I got in the car and burned myself on the seat belt buckle. Everything got straightened out eventually, but the event was immortalized on Stacy's TCJC ID card. Since she was still pissed, she glared at the camera when the camera flashed. I bet she got quick attention when she went to the testing center. :)
Let's see.... I also remember driving out to Mineral Wells in the middle of the night so we could see the spooky old Baker Hotel by moonlight. Stacy and Terri bravely went up the front steps, if I recall, while Cristy and I sat in the car and hoped nothing would happen. Terri blasted Beastie Boys while Cristy and Stacy sang along in the backseat, and I ended up with a splitting headache. But it was great fun.
Happy Birthday, Stacy! :)
Love,
Scott
I remember that! That place was major freaky at night.
Love you,
Cristy
OMG, was I drinking? I don't remember the hotel, but it sounds like fun!! I still blast the Beastie Boys!!
And I do remember that day at TCJC. It chills me to the bone every time I register for school!!
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