Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Isn't it great?

I love it when I'm out and about with my brothers and people mistake me for their mother. Not

For example, the summer after I graduated from high school I took my brother Aaron to get a haircut at the Supercuts down the road (they never do a good job, in case you were wondering). He got his hair cut in preparation for school pictures later that week and I got mine trimmed. When I went to pay at the front counter, the woman said to me, "Is he you're son?" and she smiled. I think my eyes got bigger than they ever have before. I quickly said, "Oh, no! I'm his older sister; he's thirteen and I'm eighteen. I am not his mother." Seriously? We're only five years apart.

More recently that hasn't happened to me because my brothers have all grown and I have not. By the end of the year, I'm going to be the shortest in the family. However, yesterday I was with my brothers at CVS pharmacy waiting in a huuuuge line to pick up a prescription. We were all playing the hand slapping game (it's more fun than it sounds) and the little old woman behind me said, "Are those your boys? You are such a young mother." By now I've learned to just laugh about it, but I told her they're my brothers. She said she assumed they were my sons because of how close we seemed, but she said I also seemed very young to have boys that big. Well YEAH! I'm almost twenty. David is almost twelve. James is almost ten. They're both about an inch or so shorter than me.

Do I look old enough to have two children in their double digits?
I doubt it.


Anonymous said...

I found you through my friends in the states. I am from the Eastern Block and you my little sleeping babushka, you are on my favorite tomb stone,
down in the back graveyard.
Dancing around broken statues of angels.
In the mansion time runs hard.
sometimes,it gets too boring...
sometimes,it gets too ubsurd...
but it doesn't really mater,for soon I will be dead.
I may seal my self in a chamber,just like they did to countess Bathory.
but then I won't be standing the sorrow of how lonely I'll be.
Maybe I'll drink some dear sweet poison,and get that lithium out of the line.
Dressed in my finest night gown,I'll be waiting layed for my time.
I am so stupid that I might don't drink enough but how when I don't drink can this happen?
I can jump from the highest tower,just like lady macbeth.
but it'll take hours to climb up there and I'll have to stop to catch my breath!
Maybe I'll drown in the river,just like ophelia did!That sounds really great!
In the crystal clear water I'll gently sink.
Hey,Wait!Drowning is not a death so quick.
I may burn myself alive,like in the old slasher/ horror films.
It's dramatic and quick and gasoline is quite cheap!
No way!My skin will smell like shit!
Well,it's better to stick with a good ol' knife,like julliet in her prime.
but without a romeo to support,I'll surely look like a fraud.
Let's put this on the hold.
Dammit,I'm so damn bored!Maybe I'll hang my self...with a rope so tight.
a nice noose around my neck!Quite a way to end my plight!
Rope's hard to find?!What the heck!
I'll slit my wrists,yes that's what'll do,Yes!Visual,original and full of blood and gore!
What?Someone did this before???Who?
Her?my skin will crawl!I hate that doll!
Fuck!I can't think!
Anyway,I'll find a cool dying next week...shit!
You have such beatiful writings and you don't need more or do you? I have been here for 4 years and I am done you seem nice or so any blog might dont lose youre self like julietta did. nice blog Dasvidaniya

The New Hampshire Transplant said...

it happens with me too. But not my sibling... he's much too big...

with the kids i nanny for.
but you've seen the pictures right? They have dark hair and olive skin. I am a pale redhead. we look nothing alike and yet people assume they are mine. like i suddenly adopted 5 kids who look exactly alike. or maybe it's that i look a whole lot older than i really am... who knows.

but sometimes... it's fun to pretend along with people.

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