Monday, July 29, 2002. Entry #179

You know what?

I wanted to put together this whole lyrical, poetic entry about my sister. But I just can't seem to phrase it right.

I wanted to wax on about how she brought me all my toys when I was a baby, how she used to beat up the neighborhood bullies who picked on me, and how she made my first 'real date' less nerve-wracking by letting me double-date with her and her boyfriend. I wanted to talk about how she used to make fun of my dancing ability, and then how well we used to Jive together years later. I wanted to explain how weird and hollow things felt when she moved away to Texas, and how the family never felt really whole until she came back home.

I've been starting and stopping this entry for days. I wanted to rave about how proud I was of how well she's done in her life, with her nursing career and her own family. I wanted to put together this amazing and dazzling bit of prose and then have it up for her birthday last week, but I just wasn't able to make it sound right.

I think I know why.

My sister and I have a very frank relationship. She's never shied from telling me exactly how she felt about every little thing, and fluffy poetry just isn't her style.

So. Frank and to the point.

Tricia, I love you. Thank you for being my sister.

Happy birthday.

I believe I owe you a fondue dinner.

One Year Ago: I was still on hiatus, but in 1928, Walt Disney's "Steamboat Willie" was released.

Two Years and One Day Ago: Fast 'n Furious - Where I wrote a really lame entry. Lame lame lame.

Mom Rating: 3.5 out of 5. Mom thinks this is all well and good, but it should have been up last week. She's right.

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