I am the oddball in my family.
People see me, then they see my family, and the response is always, “Wait, that is your sister?” “Whoa, that is your mom?” And one time I got a very serious, “How does it feel?” “How does what feel?” “To not look like your family? Is it hard?”
Well, let me tell you…
Sister Fierce is a skinny, olive-skinned, brunette, with big hazel eyes. She stole all the good genes and left the scraps for me to gather. Crazy Lady’s womb was apparently pretty lacking in luster while I was developing. I blame Sister Fierce for this. She has always gotten first dibs. Stupid seniority.
We are total opposites. I’m fluffy, pale, with blondish, curly hair, and the smallest, most ridiculous looking blue eyes. Blue eyes that are wasted because my eyes are so small you can’t see the color. I am pretty angelic though… I suppose that’s my saving grace.
Sister Fierce has always been rather serious, probably not quite as serious as Brother Serious but she’s a no-nonsense type person. She has a Type A personality. Everything has to be in order, her order, planned out five days in advance, always. She does not like surprises.
Here she is trying to smile:
She was on her honeymoon… notice the sandy beach behind her… in freaking Cabo.
I have never traveled outside the country.
She was the track star in the family. Until I wrecked her car, with her in it, and ruined that for her. Surprise! I tried track in middle school, and hated it. I just didn’t have the speed for sprinting, I remember I cried at a track meet for not doing so great. I wasn’t last place, but I was quite a few away from first. I was more embarrassed that my Dad came to that meet only to watch me fail. Took time off work and everything. Sheesh, I am such a people pleaser.
She went to the State Finals. More than once.
Did I mention she went to freaking Cabo on her honeymoon? She swam with dolphins… supposedly.
I guess I’ll post a better picture of her so I don’t get scratched too badly.
Sister Silent has followed in Sister Fierce’s footsteps. Both look at me like I’m absurd, and yet can’t help but laugh at my hilariousness. I am the weird sister that should be kept in a closet and only brought out for holiday dinners. In all seriousness, I have wondered if I am that weird relative that everyone is embarrassed of but would never tell me to my face.
Sister Silent is tall. Taller than Sister Fierce. She outgrew me when she was like ten. My baby sister looks like she’s a solid four years older than I am, at least. She has brunette hair, and big eyes like Sister Fierce. Now that she is in high school she has reached that point where it takes her the entire day to get ready.
Sister Silent… well she sits in silence and tweets and uses Facebook, and texts. I honestly think she would die if she did not have a phone. Just flat out die. She doesn’t like to exert herself too much. She’s storing all that valuable energy up for when she turns 18 and can flee the house.
Apparently giving Crazy Lady a five year break before having her last baby revitalized the gene pool a bit.
Are you ready for this ladies?
Brother Serious, no surprise here, looks like the Sisters. He is single, in case any of my female readers were wondering… but we have high standards for whomever he dates. He takes after Mr. Green… just like the Sisters, that’s Mr. Green right there in that photo. That’s my Padre, the one that enjoys mowing his lawn. It was taken the morning of Sister Fierce’s wedding… as the women were mad dashing around to get our hair and makeup done and dresses on, they were enjoying a pleasant cup of coffee. Men have it so easy.
Brother Serious is a runner as well, he did cross country and sprinted on the track team. Yeah… he had the speed and the endurance. I’m waiting for when his metabolism finally slows… any day now… any day.
He’s a doer. He cleans, and fixes things, and is used to having to do favors for his three sisters. His sense of humor is dry sarcasm, he cracks himself up, which usually cracks us up. He plays video games, and likes his space.
Want to know where my small eyes come from?
This lady here.
I won’t make a smart remark about Crazy Lady and Sister Fierce’s collar bones. I won’t point out that they could cut someone with them. I won’t.
My family is pretty photogenic. It’s pretty stupid how good looking they are.
And last, and least… tall, here am I, the oddball.
It was a pretty humid day out. And I was under some stress…
Stop staring at the hair and awkward chins.
…. stop it.
Okay for reals here I am, the evil wizard behind the blog. Seriously, compare this picture to the last… pretty sad right?
I was/am the weird, “creative” one, who is passionate about artsy crap, likes to stare at paintings and watch foreign films. I am witty and will always remember when someone blunders because that is valuable joke material. I try to plan, but usually scrap those plans the minute they start.
One of these days I’ll be stick thin, die my hair dark, grow some thicker eyebrows, and stretch myself out another couple of inches.
But for now I have to go comb the knots out of my hair and watch a Quentin Tarantino film.