Funsies ~ Sibling Stories

I miss my siblings.  I have five.  Well, three technically that I grew up with. The other two are ex-step siblings, whom I still consider siblings, if that makes any sense.  We won't go there, the whole 'ex-step' in itself is mind-boggling (If you knew the story, but you won't, cause I digress.  LoL In my defense, it's 2:35 am EST.  And my blog is for funsies.  So there.)

I am the oldest of four, with a considerable gap (nine years to be exact) between me and the second oldest, Crazy. Growing up, I was almost like the mom to my sibs as both my parents worked nights.  Crazy and I are the closest because of this fact.  This blog post is categorized as 'funsies' because I wanted to share a few childhood stories that make me laugh to this day.  She may not want me to tell them, but too bad so sad.  Maybe she should read my blog more often - cause she won't know I'm telling you unless you tell her.  LoL  So, shhhhh.

Story One ~ 'Why I Don't Game'

On my thirteenth birthday, I had a sleepover.  My dad pitched a tent in the back yard, set up the Nintendo (yes, the original) outside on patio.  I was so into Nintendo's Legend of Zelda, I received the Nintendo Magazine to learn tips and tricks, blah, blah, blah.  I played hours on this game.  Long story short, Crazy, age four, 'accidentally' erased the memory for Legend of Zelda.  I was DEVASTATED.  The world ended.  I cried. And cried.  And loathed her that day.  My birthday.  I never gamed like that again.  I never got into a game, putting in hours and hours to find and defeat and enjoy the challenge ever again.  (Until Plants vs. Zombies, but that's neither here nor there.)  The ironic thing?  Crazy is a gamer.  She's got mad skills in many games, but her poison is Halo and COD.  MAD.  Like amazefuckingballs mad.  It has been some time since she played with life changes in the past few years (her ex's took her XBox TWICE! If that's any indication of her gaming skills! Those haters. LoL), but when I say mad skills, dudes would be 'reluctant to play her' mad.  They would always want to be on her team (if team mode).

Story Two ~ 'Smell This'

As gross as it might seem, wait, nevermind, it is outright gross, but whatever, we were kids. I love my sister, yes, but she was annoying when she was younger.  Those of you with siblings (or even multiple children) understand this. I believe she was around six or seven when I started doing this to her.  I used to fart in my hand (shut up, yes, TCA fucking farts, so what - you don't?), call her to me and tell her to smell this.  In my closed fist, she would stick her nose and take a HUGE whiff. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.  You would think she would learn, but she didn't. Even funnier, I have done it a few times in adulthood.  LMAO

Story Three ~ 'Wait For Me!'

At some point in early adulthood, you end up living back at home with your parents for a short time to either help them or yourself get back on your feet. I've had to do that a couple of times myself.  I think I was twenty-one or twenty-two, just out of the Air Force.  Crazy was in middle school. My parents had just moved to Georgia from Hawaii; they were living in an apartment complex.  As with most apartment complexes, you usually take your trash to the trash compactor dumpster. Our complex had a pull up and throw into type set-up.  There was somewhat of a ramp that took car high enough for one to be able to throw their bag of trash down into the dumpster. Crazy and I would go together in my truck (I drove a white Toyota Tacoma Prerunner); I would drive, she would jump out and fling the bag into dumpster. On this occasion, I started to drive away slowly as she threw trash bag, she didn't notice.  When she did notice, she started running yelling 'Wait for me!'.  Of course I slowed as she got closer, then I started off again slowly.  She started running full speed and just about caught up (I'm not going fast at all, mind you.) when I slammed on the brakes.  Needless to say, she ran right into the back of the truck. No, she didn't get hurt.  Yes, I am an asshole sister.  So what, we still love each other.

That's it for silly stories of me and Crazy.

I wanted to share a video also, a show actually, that Crazy and I would watch together.  We absolutely loved it and watched it often.  I found it on YouTube a couple of nights ago, which prompted the idea of this post about her.  The below video is an actual, full length show of comedian/entertainer, Steven Banks.  This probably falls into the nergeekiness category for both Crazy and me.  Enjoy!

Steven Banks Show (Showtime 1989)

And last but not least, a song to close this post out.  Crazy used to watch Barney (yes, which ultimately means I had to watch it too) and she would always sing this song and want to hug me.  I hated it at the time because I thought she was such a pest, but through it all, I loved her as an annoying pest.  I love her still.  She's my sister.  I love my sister.

I Love My Sister (Barney, 1992/1993)

Celebrate your siblings, the bond you share (Well, I hope you have what Crazy and I have.) with a sister and/or brother is priceless.  If you don't it's okay, maybe it's a step-sibling, cousin or long time friend you consider sibling like.  Cherish the people who matter in your life.  Tell them how much you truly love them and exactly what they mean to you.  They will appreciate it and even reciprocate the sentiment!