Monday, November 30, 2009

Sisters, sisters, there were never such devoted sisters.

If you've interacted with me at all in the past month, you've probably heard at least twelve times that my little sister and her daughter were coming to stay with me for Thanksgiving.


Shopping at Gardner Village.

At the zoo.

Seeing the lights at Temple Square. (Also, engagement photo?)

During our Black Friday shopping adventures.

There's something special about sisters. Yesterday, as I stood be-slippered and shivering at the end of my driveway watching Sandra drive off into the gray morning, I felt the burning pang of homesickness. Not for any place, but for my sisters. I love all my brothers, I have a great relationship with my parents and adore my dear friends, but my fondest and best memories are the times I spend with my sisters.

Amy, Sandra, Michelle? Any of you want to move to Utah? It's really cold here and sometimes the whole city smells like egg salad. C'mon! It's great!

But seriously, Sandy, thank you so much for coming. It was great to have you around. Can't wait to see you again! (We'll have to finish our Canasta game eventually, right?)


Kristina P. said...

Oh my goodness. They look like they are wearing Snuggies in that video. It's a sign.

The Hathorns said...

This song was stuck in my head the other day, well before you replaced it with "how come every time I come round my London...etc!!" We had so much fun with you and your hilarious self! You are a super duper sister! Love you!

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Alanna said...

I've got four sisters and I couldn't agree more. I think it put me at a disadvantage growing up because I never really needed friends because I had so many sisters. But that wasn't necessarily a bad thing-- because my sisters have stuck around, and way too many of my friends haven't! (We even had a Sister's Club-- how's THAT for nerdy?)

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Why was my comment deleted?

Kim said...


I removed your comment because it was inappropriate. There are types of comments I don't want on here for all my friends, family and co-workers to see. That's the great thing about being the administrator: I get to be the boss.


Anonymous said...

Inappropriate??? Your talking Mormon porn about some guys nipple in some movie and my comment was inappropriate? Re-dong-ulous!

michelleisawesome said...

haha a little late but i would love to move up with you but i don't really want to be that cold yet.....don't worry i'll probably be there in a year or so :)

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