I didn’t have a sister growing up… I don’t have one now for that matter. I think I would have benefited greatly by having a sister. Just a guess… I’m not sure. There is a lot that I could go into with this but saying there is a void there.
I suppose I could get a sister. Any volunteers?
It’s one of those things we look across the fence and see greener grass.
Having only brothers there was no limit to sharing the restroom. You know if one person is in the shower it’s not a problem to just walk into the bathroom and go about your business. Well that was in our house.
I’m finding that what happened in my family wasn’t what happened in a lot of other families. There are good things and bad things about that as well.
So with a sister there would have been stricter rules about the bathroom.
Which may have led to a second bathroom in the house. Less cussing. Less hitting. Less stabbing.
Yes my brother stabbed me… only a little. I stabbed the same one with a fork at one point… he stabbed me with a sword.
Then there was the machete incident… yes that does say machete… ah… what can I say it was one of those time when you start playing and then someone gets a chip in their skull when the machete blade clangs into the side of their head. Not my head..
Hey he has a really cool scar… and it isn’t really that big.
So yeah with a sister there would have been some one there to say you’re being stupid boys why don’t you stop. We may have listened to a sister.
College started this week my classes seem to have some interesting students this semester. Fingers crossed.
In other news…
There is no such thing as love… it’s fantasy. I’m trying to wrap my head completely around this one but I think it’s true. It is this thing we’ve made up to make our selves miserable. I’ll get back around to that.
That’s all for now other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
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