sistersToday, I’m thinking about sisters.

My sister, Abbey, is 20 today. I was notoriously displeased with her birth in ’93. She was really crampin’ my style, in my mind. Mom, Dad & I had a great thing going & here comes this wrinkly, pink, almond-eyed alien who screams a lot & diverts attention from what we should really be focusing on (me.)

Lately, I’ve had lots of reasons to look back on how our relationship has changed. My niece, Hialeah, got a baby sister in September. She loves her, always keeps and eye on her, & even loudly proclaimed “I’m glad we have Ava!” in church one morning. But still, you should see Hialeah’s face fall when someone suggests Ava play with Hialeah’s toys or hang out with her (as in, Hialeah’s ONLY) Poppy. My other good friends are dealing with two fighting little girls & it appears there is no end in sight (so, roughly, 15 years left till they can take that fighting elsewhere.)

I wish I could say it would get better, but it won’t any time soon. If they’re like Abbey & me, they’ll sleep in the same bed till they’re 14 & 12 (and construct a dividing wall of pillows to avoid seeing/touching one another.) They’ll engage in full-blown fist fights while driving down the road. They’ll compete (viciously) in sports, date the same guys, go to the same proms & homecomings. People who like & get a long with one will most likely prefer the other jump off a cliff, because sisters like us are night & day.

But, take heart. One day the little one will turn 20, & the older one will be married & moved away. & slowly but surely, they’ll start calling each other more. Missing each other more. & loving each other more than they ever have before.

I love you, Abbey. Happy Birthday.


Weekend Review: Pickle Run, Puking & Polish Fest

Don’t put Cory down for cardio.

He is about as receptive to running as Fat Amy, but at least she is willing to participate in horizontal running. Cory won’t even do that.

Yet, somehow, he thought signing us up for the Bremond, TX Polish Pickle Run was a good idea. Granted, his company (Luminant) was a sponsor and paid our registration fee. We even got cool shirts and beer mugs out of the deal. But, at 5:30 a.m. on Saturday morning, not even beer mugs were enough to excite me. I reluctantly rolled out of bed, put on the running gear and headed for BFE, TX.

We arrived, walked to Luminant’s tent and was greeted by plenty of Cory’s co-workers doing their respective pre-race preparations. Some were stretching, pacing & be-bopping along with the music coming through their earbuds, or snacking on pre-race energy supplements. Cory, in an effort to look like he knew what he was doing, proceeded to kick with the gusto of a pee-wee football cheer captain.


I ran cross country for six years and continue to run off and on. While I certainly wasn’t in fighting shape, I felt good.

The race began and slowly but surely the crowd of 600 runners began to plod across the starting line and quickly pick up pace. I experienced a small problem with my music, but no worries. I felt relaxed enough. Cory, however, was alternating pace, passing me or staying behind. He was clearly nervous, and what was about to happen next wasn’t going to help (& neither did the 3rd grader who passed him).


We completed mile one, turned a corner and saw the longest, most menacing hill of my running career. At this point, I realized homegirl was going to have problems. Everyone started to pass me…Pregnant women, moms pushing 12 yr olds in strollers, the maimed, the elderly…All while I huffed & puffed up the hill.

On the way downhill, Cory finally caught up with me. We stuck together near the very end. As we hit main street, the final stretch, the smell of the festival’s festivities hit me: spiced Polish sausage and frothy beer. I gagged & warned Cory that between the heat and the smell of food, I was going to ralph right here in front of all these people. He nonchalantly kept jogging, gestured toward a grassy patch of the trail and said “I’ll see ya later then.”  It was all for one.

We completed the race, but learned some valuable lessons. 1. Train before participating in such activities & 2. Unlike cheesy Christian films would have you believe (Lookin’ at you, Fireproof) you CAN leave your partner behind. Especially if they’re puking.


We passed on the free beer and sausage (woof) offered to racers. We changed clothes & finally enjoyed the festival with work friends.

What about our finish time, you ask? I don’t think so, suckers. An 80 yr old did beat us by 5 minutes, however.

That night, we enjoyed some live music at the tap with more friends. Life is good.




Summer Lovin’


Summer is not my favorite season. Nothing about boob sweat & 5 extra lbs from eating snow cones & funnel cakes appeals to me. Yet, every year I surprise myself by eagerly welcoming the energy summer brings. That free, schools-out-for-the-summer feeling grabs at me, and I find myself blasting classic rock with the windows down like I really don’t have responsibility for the next three months. Ah, but I do. But even though I’m a “big girl” with a full-time “big girl job,” I still have excitement for summer 2013. We have a lot going on, from the weird to wonderful. Here’s our top 5.

1.  Road trip to the Crested Butte, Colorado Wildflower Festival. We’ll ride through the mountains in a Jeep, hike through the wilderness & enjoy some fresh air. Or, most likely, secondhand cannabis smoke. Thanks, CO!

2.  Float the Frio River. In July, when Texas is just short of shriveling up & evaporating off the Earth all together, Cory & I will be taking it easy on this spring-fed sliver of paradise, named for it’s cool temp.

3.  Run the Polish Pickle Run

4.  Welcome a new baby cousin to the family

5.  Move in a new (and bigger!) apartment

What’s happening in your summer?