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Sisters, Sisters, There Were Never Such Devoted Sisters . . .

Well, I told you all about my wonderful brothers; I am a lucky duck. So, I thought that logically another thing to talk about would be my sisters! Well, mostly just my next oldest sister, since I spend the most time around her.

I actually have . . . six sisters. Six sisters and four brothers. yeah. But the thing is that we've never all lived together in one house, or even, really, in one state; even if we had, our ages range from early forties to 18, so it's quite a span of years. Due to that and poor communications over the years, I regrettably do not know my oldest three very well, though I hope to remedy that in coming years. The next two, even, I have never gotten to know terribly well, as they were all grown up, married, and moved away before I was ten. Don't get me wrong, I love them all dearly anyway, and I miss them and wish I could see them more, but for now, the one I know best is my next oldest sister, Elisia. : )

First off, it's pronounced ee-lee-sha. I know it doesn't look like it, but that's how it is. She is, I believe, seven years my senior, but we've always been roommates at home, and in more recent years, been quite excellent girlfriends as well- we sometimes are so in sync that we scare people. It's pretty rad.

When I was little, actually, we did not like each other one bit. She still says to this day that that was my fault, that I let Chrissy, my next oldest sister, manipulate me and turn me against her, but  I think really it's just that she didn't like me cuz I was the youngest girl now, and really quite darling ; ). Haha, no, but seriously, for whatever reason, whether I was a manipulated little tot or she just  didn't like the idea of stuffing another girl in the already packed "girls' room," we didn't get along. I remember one instance, that now I look back on a little ashamed of and a little amused by, where I solemnly swore that I would not become like her. Nope, none of that foolishness for me, the brilliant four or five year old I was.

Maybe it was that I finally matured to a point she was more okay with, or she realized how phenomenal I was-kidding,  or I was her only sister left in the house and she finally decided she wanted a real relationship with me, but whatever it was, our relationship changed. Her going to college was one strengthener for our bond- not being able to be around one another made us realize how much our time together meant. We also found out we enjoyed a lot of the same stuff, and the stuff we originally didn't share in, we could and did learn to.

There have been so many nights when we both should have gone to bed long ago and we end up just talking and laughing deep into the night, as if we were pre-teens at a slumber party. Sometimes we were more like best girlfriends than sisters. But it was awesome, because instead of saying "we're practically sisters," like I did with all of my other friends, we actually were sisters.

As I mentioned, sometimes we scare people with our in-sync-ness. The thing is, despite our gap in ages, we look a lot like each other anyway- hazel eyes (though hers lean more towards brown and mine towards green), mostly strait brown hair, short, round/heart-shaped faces, glasses, often similar clothing . . . the list can go on and on. Then we'd make up these games together, where we'd talk in high pitched voices and read each other to a point that we could talk together, saying the same thing at the same time in practically the same tone of voice. We were like creepy twins. It can be really fun, especially when we're tired and/or hyper.

We make up all sorts of names for each other- cheese dip/corn chip and weird stuff like that, or, Elisia's favorite thing to call me is "Pooka Bear." Don't ask me where these things come from, they just do. They end up causing some pretty hilarious situations themselves, like one of my guy friends asking me "Pooka Bear?"  and another friend coming and and thinking he was addressing me as such.  His face was priceless, like, "Why are you referring to her like that? Is there something you two aren't telling us?"  Not to mention just all of the looks we get on a regular basis just for using those names.

We spend tons of time together when we can, watching movies/anime, singing, dancing, having tea parties, photo shoots whatever. This summer, even, we're planning on going to an Anime Convention one weekend with some of her friends. She introduced me to Doctor Who (see previous post) and shares my love of BBC, my love of literature and creativity, and we can talk about whatever.


And now for a musical, mostly on topic interlude, because who doesn't like those? 

So, that's a little bit of our day-to-day relationship. Elisia is a fantastic sister, would do anything for me and I for her. As well as having a loving, beautiful, strong, and supportive sister, I have a built in best friend. I don't know if you can have a better sister-relationship than that. Yay :). 









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  1. Sisters, sisters...! Well, first, I love your tone and sense of humor. Second, I love your clip of White Christmas...because, well, who doesn't?

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