Vacations are great. Family vacations with your entire family…those tend to border on insanity. And border is probably an underrating.
As you may know if you read my previous post, I’m currently in South Carolina for a week and a half for my older sister’s wedding. I don’t get to see my sister that often any more since she moved to South Carolina so when I do, I really look forward to the time we can spend together. We think things at the same time even though we’re a thousand miles away. If you don’t know what that’s like with anyone, I’ll pour one out for you at the reception.
I digress. Normally when I visit my sister down here, I come alone. My spring break this year consisted of getting hit on by 50 year old men who sang me a Michael McDonald-esque cover of “Sarah Smiles” by Hall and Oates and watching LOTS of afternoon Soap Net. DONNA MARTIN GRADUATES.
Once again, back to the task at hand. This time, instead of hopping a flight from the Central Illinois Regional Airport, I was forced to come with not only my parents but my entire extended family (minus the uncle who creepily told my sister that he would have paid more attention in school if he had had a teacher like her). Creepy uncle stories, however, are for another time…
In my family, togetherness is key. As a result, we try to stay in compounds where we can spend every possible second together. For me, as a “single” person in the family, this means getting stuck wherever my parents tell me to sleep. My brother has a wife and 3 kids. They get to stay with my parents. With my sister being the one getting married, she isn’t relegated to the comfy family vacation sleeping spot next to me any longer. I, on the other hand, get the role of what I like to call the “redheaded stepchild” (sorry to all the gingers out there).
By that offensive euphemism, I mean that I’ve been in South Carolina since Sunday night and have slept in 3 different places since then. Refugee jokes would be in bad taste here but I will say that it makes me feel like more of an afterthought than LaToya Jackson.
Despite the feeling that I am constantly being either babysat or cast aside by my kin, I am learning a lot about being cooperative this week. I know my sister needs the support and doesn’t need to hear me complain so for once, and probably only once, I’m keeping my mouth shut. The obvious exception is this blog.
My point with all of this familial rambling is this: my sister is what we kids of the 90s might call, “tha bomb diggity.” She deserves happiness more than anyone I know and I’ll do anything to help her achieve that. If backrubs and being shopped around like a 39 cent can of creamed corn is what she needs to maintain sanity, consider me Maid of Honor and Maid of “I’ll kick your ass if you make my sister cry out of frustration at her wedding.”
Congrats Erin, you deserve it.
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Charlie (Charlie) says:
(Posted June 12th, 2008 at 9:56 pm)
If you showed up at the wedding and I was all dolled up in a tux at the front of the church like I was going to marry your sister, that would be a pretty good episode of “Plock’d!”
How was your conversation with the Maker?
Sarah (Sarah) says:
(Posted June 13th, 2008 at 11:47 pm)
You know what else would be a good Plock’d episode. Me slapping you in your gd mouth. PLOCK’D
Erin C. (Erin C.) says:
(Posted July 24th, 2008 at 10:36 pm)
Thanks, HLF.
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Mary Z. (Mary Z.) says:
(Posted June 12th, 2008 at 11:51 am)
You love me because I reference Dr. Johnny Fever.
But I love you more because you reference the prom alcohol episode of 90210.