Kimchi, not for me

Many thanks to Kylie's sister (said sarcastically) for inspiring this rant/tirade. She mentioned a country song (by Reba) called "My Sister" (or My Sister, My Friend). Kylie mentioned that she wanted to download it, and I'm in a sappy, sentimental, and generally mushy mood, so I downloaded it. And then.... (who can guess???) cried. Oh yeah. So I'm homesick, right? It's not a "I'm going home right now!" kind of homesick, not even the "I need to talk to someone from home right now/everyday/as needed," kind. It's more of a persistent constant presence in my mind - especially regarding my two sisters and a handful of friends. But I'm talking here about my sisters.

Jen is my oldest sister. She's the one that's a member of this blog and fixes the template when I get ambitious with the template. She's six years older than me, and we were never all that close growing up. She took care of me a lot (I think...memories are fuzzy and few), then she stayed in Pensacola when we moved to Jacksonville. We're extremely different in a lot of ways, but it's never been an issue. Also, there's more than enough stuff in common to make for good conversation and an interesting time (love/obsession for Diet Coke, various "issues," and a great joke about gout). Anyway, she and I have actually gotten much closer since I've been out of the country. Before we had the "talk on occasion" kind of relationship which was fine - not bad at all, understand, just not that close. When we were together we laughed most of the time and had a thoroughly enjoyable time, but still not that close. Well now we talk online usually once a day. On the rare (but more frequent now that it's summer time and her schedule is different) occasions that we go a few days without talking, we have to email each other to catch up. It's nice. Now I can't imagine it being different. We still laugh....a lot (maybe even more)...still about gout, and about other jokes that only us with our slightly odd sense of humor laugh so hard about...she's one of the most important people in my life.

Val, my other sister (not to be confused with the other sister, the movie about the handicapped girl) was my hardcore fighting partner growing up (seriously, we beat the snot out of each other), the one who taught me how to drive at night in a parking lot before I got my license or permit, the one who comforted me after my first boyfriend broke up with me, the one I talked to an awful lot before I left the States, and the one I never get to talk to anymore. She's incredibly busy, and is doing a lot, so I understand - I'm not at all mad, but I'm sad. But even though we don't talk a lot, I think we're still really close. Just less informed. And since we talk less, I have less to quote from her, but since the three of us seem to share one slightly morbid and odd sense of humor, I find her remarkably funny and witty. I just don't get to hear the hilarious and witty things she says. (But just to settle the age-old debates, you did put the booger on my coat, and I did not ever bruise your kidneys. Thank you, and goodnight.)

I saw by random chance (if you believe such a thing exists, of course) on Hallmark.com's website that Sisters Day is August 7. Consider this my early sister's day tribute to both my sisters. I hope you both listen to the Reba song and cry, because I cried when I heard it, I cried at times when I was typing this, and I'm crying right now thinking about how much I miss the two of you. So nah-nah-nah.