yeah, i know. bad blogger. i have a great excuse though… well, okay, i have no excuse. between the fear of internet usage at work and all that having fun after four, this little box has been sorely neglected. aw, screw it. it’s my website. if i want to treat it like the red-headed step-child, i can. so there!
talking about family, while having dinner over at christopher’s last night i started thinking about some of the things i must have missed out on by being an only child. his brother, mike, was there as well and it was somewhat unsettling to look and listen to this person who is so similar to chris in so many small and subtle ways, but also so patently different. i wonder if people with siblings even notice these similarities and disparities after living an entire life near them. to know that there is someone (or someones) out there who, quite literally, came from the exact same place as you but turned out so unique… it’s got to be weird. it’s weird for me to even contemplate.
i almost wish there was a way for me to re-live my life with a sibling or two, just to have the experience. alas, i know no different, so i’ll just have to live vicariously through others.
that being said, i’m pretty sure i didn’t miss all the teasing and the beatings. then again, i get enough of that from my friends, so maybe i haven’t missed anything at all.
Hey maybe you and I can be pity sisters. I grew up alone too. Some people tell me I didn’t miss much. Others told me I missed everything.
Hmm, I’m meant to be beating you??
Pity sisters, three! :-)
Molson’s gone! Photo eight! Gone!
The Mrs. has a brother, who is nothing like her, at all. And they aren’t close, at all. Not that they didn’t get along or are estranged exactly. They’re just, not really friends. They’re more like acquaintances that spent their childhoods together.
I’m an only child too, and am not envious (of the wife and brother-in-law) in the least. It goes to show, every family is different. And the grass is always greener…
And don’t get me wrong, he’s a nice enough guy. The connection just isn’t there.