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Houston, Tx, United States
Let's be real here... I'm in that annoying new mommy phase of my life where I am tempted to put up a picture of my son instead of myself so EVERYONE will know how cute he is. I'm trying to control it... honest. I have had a pretty life altering year to say the least. It's adjustment time... let's see how that goes.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Sisters, mom and me

I think it's safe to say for the first time ever I have the most stable life of the three of us. (Not that this is any grand accomplishment... but if you have known me for any length of time you will see the irony in this...)
It feels weird to be talking to my mom about coupons, diapers, husbands, buying houses and actually care about the stuff she is saying. I generally smile and nod since mom's life has been so different from mine... I never really felt like we had much in common. She married my dad when she was 17, never worked, has only seen his penis...never even been drunk. ( I know, the last one is sad... we are working on this) I'm starting to see the truth in the old adage about mom's and daughters being really close once the girls start reproducing. I know... the creepiness/ corniness is taking over me.
My little sister... where do I start? I love her SO much. She is my babans. Now, my family is unusually close. We moved ten times before I was 20 years old. We needed each other. She has taken a path I just can't understand. Abusive boyfriends, drugs, jail, not really working etc... Now she is pregnant, and for that I am so happy... but.... she STILL isn't doing anything to make her life better. I hesitate to say anything to her because she is this fragile, sensitive thing who gets her feelings hurt so easily. It's amazing she has survived this long being related to me. I'm scared for her and how her life is going to turn out because she has NO idea how tough it is going to be taking care of that baby essentially alone. I'm waiting on pins and needles for the other foot to fall.... and fall it will.
And sissie, my Stefanie.... Found a gray hair today... and this my friends indicates to her she is past her prime. Isn't that ridiculous? If 17 years old and completely retarded about life is your prime then we are all flat ass screwed. Honestly.... If being gorgeous, brilliant, educated, driven, funny and knowing how to properly contract words is a bad thing my whole world just turned upside down. On the flip side I do not understand why all these perfectly amazing women... and it's not just her (cough, bobbi) waste their time STILL with useless men who don't deserve them. But that's a whole other blog.

Sooner rather than later---- KB

1 comment:

Mandy said...

1st .. I LOVE LOVE LOVE that you started a blog

2nd ... I learned rather quickly after collin was born to just accept what my mom as the gods honest truth... I just wish I would have learned this at 13 rather then 30

3rd ... I hope things get better for your pregnant sister