Saturday, September 12, 2009

Sista Karen: Not Last THIS Time, Sucka

My sister Karen is one of the funniest people alive. She does spot-on impressions, and her stories are not to be rivaled. I just do not hold a candle to her. The title is a tribute to her much-repeated lament when we were growing up: "I'm always last!" Whether it was in reference to the line-up, "And these are my children, Chris, David, and Karen," or the way she somehow managed to always be the last to be informed about Big News, she's always felt a little slighted within our family structure.

But she really shouldn't. Her comedic prowess sets her a step above the rest of us mere mortals.

I may be louder and slightly more animated, David may be taller and very very smart, Dad may be...Dad...(wink)...Mom may be Practically Perfect in Every Way, but you, darling Karen, are a star. You have some tremendous gifts and a beautifully powerful personality.

I admire her extreme loyalty. A loyalty that leads her to defend whatever position I take up, especially if there's someone else opposing me. She would've made an excellent Joan of Arc or some such Lady Knight. She can kick serious butt with her martial arts skills, so I always defer to her when I need someone to punch someone else in the face. Not that I need that frequently. Or ever. Riiiiggghht. I never desire annoying people to get punched in the face. It wouldn't be prudent.

I admire her hidden tenderness. I like watching her with my babies. I always feel like she's silently sympathizing with whichever one is the youngest at the time.

I like the fact that everyone makes a huge deal over her when she wears a dress. Her everyday style could easily be labeled "Cute and Comfy Tough Girl Casual."

I love that she's her own scintillating breed of Animal Whisperer. She's constantly finding/taming/expelling animals wherever she goes. I always call her when I have an animal question, although I could so easily google it instead.

I love her ability to take charge when necessary.

I love that she still gives this look. It's a carry-over from childhood, when she used to glare at anyone who offended her. Sometimes she'd really lay it on by folding her arms, tossing her heavy locks past her shoulder, and heaving her adorable little chin in the air. She'd then heave out a well-orchestrated "HMPH!!"

I love all the times we've spent together, just the two of us. There hasn't been nearly enough since I started having kids and she started college. But the comforting thing is that I know she'll always be there. She'll always be my Kare, my hilarious sister, my precious friend.

More than Santa Claus, your sister knows when you've been bad and good. ~Linda Sunshine

A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost. ~Marion C. Garretty

If you don't understand how a woman could both love her sister dearly and want to wring her neck at the same time, then you were probably an only child. ~Linda Sunshine

"Well Karen? Well Chris? Goodnight, I love you, see you in the morning, say goodmorning. You, too. And have sweet dreams. You, too. ...Goodnight. Goodnight."


Lemonade Makin' Mama said...

You are just blog perfection.

I'm serious.

How is it that you can always leave the absolute best comments on my blog first thing in the morning and then still have enough energy/brains/whatever to still write the best most touching, funny, delightful posts?

See what I mean? Blog perfection.

When I read your posts and comments, it's like I can hear your voice... of course I've never heard your actual voice, so it's kind of strange... or perhaps it will just be strange when I actually HEAR your voice and you sound nothing like the voice I've been listening to in my head... but then that opens a whole other realm of commenting and we're just not going to go there okay? mkay.

Have a good day... I think I've wasted enough of you time, and don't you feel loved now?


June said...

"She can kick serious butt with her martial arts skills, so I always defer to her when I need someone to punch someone else in the face. Not that I need that frequently. Or ever. Riiiiggghht. I never desire annoying people to get punched in the face. It wouldn't be prudent."

LOL!!!!!!!!!! I have people I want to punch in the face frequently - now I know whom to call. :)

Lemonade Makin' Mama said...

WAIT. How did I forget to comment on the football comment you left? Too many things, too many children (all two of them) and not enough time. Oh, and too much sweating. (that's a story for another day...)

Did you seriously just think that UP? You should go right out and patent that idea or whatever you do so that no one else steals it.

CAn you imagine? Watching a game that you do not really understand with girl commentary? The NFL should hire US to do it!! We'd be the best commentators imaginable.

Why don't we know some higher ups that can land us that dream job?

Wives across the nation would sit proudly next to their man while enjoying a game... well most wives would. I wouldn't because my husband doesn't exactly "sit" while watching games... he's kind of a jumping up and down, yelling, cheering, standing, clapping, reffing, loud fan. I kind of just sit and watch him. And eat dip. I'm so good at eating dip while my man cheers. I should get an award for it.

Hey- we could combine dip eating WITH our commenting!! That would be perfect for us. (unless you aren't a fan of dip... you can roast your starburst candies and eat those...)