My sister Maureen is the kind of person you meet and immediately hope she'll be your friend. She's kind, compassionate, funny, comfortable in her dorkiness. She's an amazing mother, sister, friend, confidante. I say that with complete confidence because she has served as all those roles to me. Born August 10, 1955. She's the fourth child of eight (ten when you include later in life additions.) She has this goofy ability to close one eye while the other one remains completely open. It's creepy, but that's Reenie's trademark. Photos of her as a child reveal this endearing talent. She's considered the middle child; the peacemaker. On August 11, 1965 Maureen received a most unique gift: ME! I nearly arrived on her birthday. Due to this timing it seems we were bonded. Destined to be two peas in a pod. Wherever Moe went -- Missy followed (that's my nickname.) She never complained about having this miniature companion. If she did, she never made me feel in ...
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ReplyDeleteThere are people who can't be comfortable with silence. Let's say a particular someone I'm unfortunately acquainted with was so desperate that she was reading bumper stickers out loud. A forced situation. Blah!
ReplyDeleteUsually these kinds of thoughts happen around the 5th year of marriage as it usually starts out as, "What do you want to do today?"
ReplyDelete(response) "Kill you"
Seriously, I know how you feel, it's like you are supersensitive to certain bahaviors or just plain words being spoken that when observed, it sets you off.
ha! "kill you."
ReplyDeleteThe person I was forced to ride shotgun with annoys me beyond all belief.
She's the kind of person who walks into a room and screams -- i mean literally screams in a childlike voice -- "HIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!" and wonders why I respond with a "die, bitch die!" glare.
Heaven help me, I know exactly how you feel. What is it about the passing of air through one's larynx that so many people find so fascinating?
ReplyDeleteTo top it all off, she whistles like a tea kettle, then asks, "don't I whistle pretty? can you tell what song it is?" ARGH!
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