It's your birthday

Happy Birthday to my beautiful sister, Tiffany!

Not too shabby, are they?!

It's sort of fun to do shout outs, so here's to you on your special day!

Thank you for being such a great sister all these years. I'll share a few stories just for giggles!

Forgive my memory, but some of most significant memories of our childhood together, involved someone (usually me) getting hurt. Or being threatened. Such a loving family we have!

One day on our way home from school, we slid into the road ditch. There was a lot of snow, and a lot of mud underneath that snow. Of course, Tiff being the older sister and the driver, she made me get out and try to push us out. I jumped out and tried my best to push her red ford escort out of the deep snow. Someone should have advised me NOT to stand directly behind the rear tire. She gassed it and spun like heck. Right down to the slushy mud, which then spewed all over me, top to bottom. When I got back in the car, she was laughing hysterically, until I told her I was wearing her jeans.

Who's laughing now?

Then there was the year she stole all my Halloween candy and wouldn't admit her guilt until she had managed to eat every last piece. Worst. year. ever. I still haven't gotten over that one.

Another time, we were supposed to clean the stalls in the cow barn (yuck). I wasn't feeling the greatest and was pretty sure I was bleeding to death (first period ever). So I wasn't quite doing my share. She chased me with a pitchfork, and a few obscene words may have been screamed. I ran to the house and locked myself in my room. Forever. Well until she came after me with a letter opener. Seriously, with the violence?

I would get my revenge by sneaking down stairs nearly every morning while she was in the shower, and scaring the beejeepers out of her when she got out. I still love that game.

One time she had her boyfriend throw a dead mouse on me. In return I picked it up and put it on her car seat. Then she grabbed me by the pony tail, did some crazy jujitsu move and I found myself laying flat on the ground. I'm fairly sure that's why I have half the amount of hair as her.

One of my more embarrassing moments, I walked up behind a girl (whom I thought was Tiff) and gave her hair a good jostling. The kind where you mess it up real good. Then she turned around and my eyes got really big. WHOOPS! Wrong person! Tiff was watching the whole thing from the bathroom hallway. Good times at Trails West.

Ahhh the good times! Once she finally matured (ok maybe it was me?) we had a lot of fun together. A built in friend forever. Who else would go to a Joan Jet concert in pleather pants with me? In July. In the middle of the day. Or go work out at 10pm, and then go next door to Culver's for ice cream.

It's funny how a sister can change from being the person you take along,

just because you don't want to go alone.

To the only person you want to go along.

Love you sister!

Happy Birthday