My Sister is AWESOME

Okay, like I mentioned earlier, my sister inspired me to start this whole blog thing. This is why I love my sister more than anything on the face of the earth. She called me the other night hoping to have some meaningful conversation and I was so high that I couldn't even talk to her and she just politely excused me and will probably think nothing of it and talk to me again today when I call her! She has ALWAYS been there for me when I need someone to talk to. I ask her EVERYTHING! If I don't know the answer to something, I call her. If I'm ever on any of those dumbass shows like "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire" she will be my "call a freind" option and I know that tough chic would win my ass a million dollars! She has been such an inspiration for me. We have went through some tough times in our life and she brought our whole family through it and denied her feelings the whole time. I'm on anti-depressants and psychologists and she deals with her stuff from inside...from the strong, smart person that she is. She put herself through college as a single mom and came out with two degrees. She went to college to learn, not to get degrees. (Ha how many people can say that??) She has been ousted from the same cult I'm dealing with. I even followed the rules and ignored her for awhile and I'm SO SORRY for that sis! Our own mother doesn't even welcome our visits like she used to. She has managed to raise a beautiful, smart child, much like herself. Oh yes and she's beautiful! Inside and out. We grew up together out in the country, running through the woods, playing with the dogs, playing music with our folks, and spending a lot of time together. Now she lives far far away and I wish I could have all those times back. Sis, if I could pick one moment and bring it all back, I would take a time warp back to about 1988 when I was 8 and you were 10 and we'd throw those damn barbie dolls off our playhouse deck into the creek and pretend like they were swimming again! Remember the smell of dill pickles when mom used to can? Or sitting round the old campfire with daddy playing his guitar and trying to keep the dogs from getting our weenies from the sticks? I'm crying now Joy! I love you so much!