So without further ado, my siblings...
First, Colleena.
This is my beautiful sister who makes me absolutely crazy but I do the same to her and I could never live without her in my life. She is the funniest, silliest most loving person I know, even when she is a total bitch she is hysterical.
Out of everyone I know, I think she is the strongest and most courageous person in my life. She never backs down and will fight her for her beliefs. She stands up for everyone she cares for and loves without hesitation and would never let anyone do anything bad to them. Even our pets, whoever she loves, she stands by us. Not only that but she can talk her way out of anything. She is the kind of girl who can bat a lash and save her life. If I ever needed a lawyer, I could dress this lady up and have her defend me and she would til the end and I don't think anyone would be able to tell she wasn't a real lawyer. Really. She is just that awesome.
She is currently studying to be a Vet Tech and is completely passionate about what she does. She loves what she does and that is so nice to be around. You can just tell that her job makes her happy and I think in any kind of medical field you really need people like that.
My mom has said that when she was first born, I didn't really have much interest in her. But to a 2 year old, how interesting can an infant be? Also, it took a while for us to figure out she was lactose intolerant so there was a lot of unhappy infant in there. But then she began to learn to walk and talk and I would tease her with cookies and say things like "If you say cookie, you can have a cookie" and she wouldn't say it so I would eat the cookie, laugh and she would sit on me and I would cry. Sisters. After that we did everything together. We'd lay around all morning and watch Sesame Street and my mom and I would sing "C is for Colleena, thats good enough for me". We played Barbies like it was our job. We knew all the words to all the oldies songs and would sing I Got You Babe with me being Cher and her Sonny, And we would dress up and sing into our hairbrushes all the Pat Benetar and Bon Jovi songs whiles jumping up and down on our beds. We would fight and yell and scream at each other too, but, who doesn't? She puts up with my shit and I put up with hers, because, she's my sister, I would do anything for her!
My brother...
Misha.
Misha was born on a super cold night in January and him and my mom both almost died during the process. When the call came in from my dad I answered the phone and all I heard was my dad screaming "It's a Misha! It's a Misha!" Well, that wasn't going to fly for a girls of 4 and 1/2 years who had been waiting an eternity for a new baby sister. I threw the phone down and cried myself to sleep until the next morning when I donned my most creative outfit and went to the hospital to see this brother. Let's face it, babies are cute and I fell in love! There are really great pictures of this moment, but sadly, none are online. I'm pretty sure my sister and I had lipstick on as well... But. It was the first time we were left without our parents and we were VERY persuasive kids who took advantage of anyone who thought we were cute. But anyways, my brother.
Misha was the cutest baby. He had dimples in his cheeks and a mullet. Who didn't love the early 90's? He was a charmer! As manipulating as my sister and I were, he was sweet as pie and all he had to do was smile and ever since he learned to do that, girls just swooned over him! He was the kind of kid who could go to a Catholic Preschool singing Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw and make even the nuns chuckle a bit! You just can't get enough of this kid!
Growing up I had to babysit him a lot and I have always felt kinda mom-ish towards him. He would run around outside and get all kinds of scraped up and I would chase him with a bottle of peroxide like my mom did and he would just scream "I AIN'T GOT TIME TO BLEED!!!!" Quoting his favorite movie Predator which, I think I was the only girl in my group of friends who impressed the dudes by knowing the lines to (thanks Mish). We would also ride our bikes up and down the street together and I would explain things like what the word "detail" meant and how to will yourself to not scratch your mosquito bites... You know, big sister lessons.
Now he is a freshman in art school and all I can think of is my baby brother, 6 years old and running around outside all the time, brown with tanned skin and covered in grass stains. He lived in pools and loved to collect lizards. No matter what, he will always be that age in my head. I always wondered what he would be like when he grew up and here, it's happened, he's 18 and I still don't see it. I don't know if I ever really will, but I love the kid. He is an amazing artist and has the biggest heart of anyone I know. Any girl who breaks it, will probably get the shit beat out of her by a blonde haired, big tittied chick and a skinny white girl with glasses. She'll never see us coming.
Those are my sibs, my bffs.
When I get panic attacks and have really awful thoughts run through my head, I had one once where I thought what it'd be like if something happened to these guys... My life wouldn't be this good. These two people mean more to me than almost anyone and I would never let anyone or anything take them away from me.
Can't live with 'em, would never want to live without them.
xo,
Your big sis.
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