30 Day Blog #11
Ok. My siblings.
I guess I'll go in order of birth?
I have an older sister named Carolyn Ann Candelario. She was born October 5th. 1972. My mom was 17 years old, and was still working up until the night she went into labor. My mom delivered in Atlanta, where she was living at the time, except they put her to sleep. Why? I don't know. We are about as different as my mom's pregnancies with us. My mom only gained 5 lbs. with her, and my sister weighed 6. So I guess you could say my mom lost weight being pregnant. I'm pretty sure my mom had hyperemesis, since my mom was constantly sick and throwing up, and it would explain the almost no weight gain. All I know about my sister's childhood is that she lived with my mom until she was about 6, she had blonde hair and brown eyes, and her dad died when she was young. She used to roller skate competitively though. Growing up, I had no idea she was my sister. Obviously we were related to her, we always went to her house on holidays and vice versa, but I always assumed she was my aunt. She is very shy and reserved, and doesn't like to cause conflict, but in the past couple of years she has really come out of her shell, but I just hope she doesn't end up like Grandma. Her favorite drink is Dr. Pepper and she can DIY like no other. So maybe we're not so different. I can never recall her saying anything even slightly mean to me, so I guess she's a good sister, and she never forgets my birthday. Honestly, we don't really have a relationship, I kinda wish we did though.
So when I was 4 I got a brother-in-law for my birthday, one that I was absolutely terrified of. I can't tell you why, he never talked to me or even acted like I existed. I was just scared of him. During my sister's wedding I had an absolute freak out about walking down the aisle and all I was thinking was, "I can't marry him! I'm four! I have the rest of my life to live!" Haha I'm serious. But I didn't grow up a commitment phobe at least. He likes to fish and has worked at Universal since ever. They recently went through this radical religious turnaround and now all he ever talks about is God, God, God. It gets annoying, because he never has anything else to say, and he basically oppresses his kids over it now. They can't play a game that has skulls for decoration...hello, God made skulls?
So then I have my Sisi, Nicole. I always remember her as my sister. I remember how exciting it was to go to the airport and pick her up, get some ice cream, and get the strongest bear hug in the world, where you're sure your ribs are about to break, but you don't care. And she has the best smell in the world, it never changes. And every time you smell it you remember all the good memories you shared. And then when she leaves, you lay on her bed and smell her perfume still on the sheets. She was the most interesting person in my life at the time. She always had cool stuff to show me, like little umbrellas that go in your drinks, a wallet with a cartoon cat on it, a picture of her friend with blue hair and a tongue piercing, her red All-Stars with writing on them, humongous pants that I was sure she could have concealed me in if it was necessary; she did crafts with me and gave me piggy back rides and played Monopoly Junior I don't know how many times. And now that I'm older, I know she didn't have to do those things with me, but she did them because she loves me. I can always talk to her about anything, which proves useful since my parents are crazy. She always sends me really cool birthday cards and always gifts I like. And she made me try spinach, which I now love. She's exactly what an older sister should be, and I'm lucky I have her.
And her husband Kristian. Some days, it seems I like him more than her lol. I used to find their constant affection completely disgusting, but they've calmed down...a lot. I like that he's a logical thinker, not overrun with his emotions, he never seems dramatic. And he also has social anxiety like me, which I've observed on more than one occasion. Which I don't mind, because if I ever find him alone while my sister is somewhere else soaking up the social juices, that's the only time we really talk. But I like him the most because he treats my sister right, and him not being sterile also helps.
I guess I'll go in order of birth?
I have an older sister named Carolyn Ann Candelario. She was born October 5th. 1972. My mom was 17 years old, and was still working up until the night she went into labor. My mom delivered in Atlanta, where she was living at the time, except they put her to sleep. Why? I don't know. We are about as different as my mom's pregnancies with us. My mom only gained 5 lbs. with her, and my sister weighed 6. So I guess you could say my mom lost weight being pregnant. I'm pretty sure my mom had hyperemesis, since my mom was constantly sick and throwing up, and it would explain the almost no weight gain. All I know about my sister's childhood is that she lived with my mom until she was about 6, she had blonde hair and brown eyes, and her dad died when she was young. She used to roller skate competitively though. Growing up, I had no idea she was my sister. Obviously we were related to her, we always went to her house on holidays and vice versa, but I always assumed she was my aunt. She is very shy and reserved, and doesn't like to cause conflict, but in the past couple of years she has really come out of her shell, but I just hope she doesn't end up like Grandma. Her favorite drink is Dr. Pepper and she can DIY like no other. So maybe we're not so different. I can never recall her saying anything even slightly mean to me, so I guess she's a good sister, and she never forgets my birthday. Honestly, we don't really have a relationship, I kinda wish we did though.
So when I was 4 I got a brother-in-law for my birthday, one that I was absolutely terrified of. I can't tell you why, he never talked to me or even acted like I existed. I was just scared of him. During my sister's wedding I had an absolute freak out about walking down the aisle and all I was thinking was, "I can't marry him! I'm four! I have the rest of my life to live!" Haha I'm serious. But I didn't grow up a commitment phobe at least. He likes to fish and has worked at Universal since ever. They recently went through this radical religious turnaround and now all he ever talks about is God, God, God. It gets annoying, because he never has anything else to say, and he basically oppresses his kids over it now. They can't play a game that has skulls for decoration...hello, God made skulls?
So then I have my Sisi, Nicole. I always remember her as my sister. I remember how exciting it was to go to the airport and pick her up, get some ice cream, and get the strongest bear hug in the world, where you're sure your ribs are about to break, but you don't care. And she has the best smell in the world, it never changes. And every time you smell it you remember all the good memories you shared. And then when she leaves, you lay on her bed and smell her perfume still on the sheets. She was the most interesting person in my life at the time. She always had cool stuff to show me, like little umbrellas that go in your drinks, a wallet with a cartoon cat on it, a picture of her friend with blue hair and a tongue piercing, her red All-Stars with writing on them, humongous pants that I was sure she could have concealed me in if it was necessary; she did crafts with me and gave me piggy back rides and played Monopoly Junior I don't know how many times. And now that I'm older, I know she didn't have to do those things with me, but she did them because she loves me. I can always talk to her about anything, which proves useful since my parents are crazy. She always sends me really cool birthday cards and always gifts I like. And she made me try spinach, which I now love. She's exactly what an older sister should be, and I'm lucky I have her.
And her husband Kristian. Some days, it seems I like him more than her lol. I used to find their constant affection completely disgusting, but they've calmed down...a lot. I like that he's a logical thinker, not overrun with his emotions, he never seems dramatic. And he also has social anxiety like me, which I've observed on more than one occasion. Which I don't mind, because if I ever find him alone while my sister is somewhere else soaking up the social juices, that's the only time we really talk. But I like him the most because he treats my sister right, and him not being sterile also helps.