Scott feels I should post something, even though I don't feel particularly interesting right now. He apparently is easily entertained by bullshit.
I finally finished composing the aforementioned email to my sister. It read pretty much like a blogger's "100 things about me" post. I talked about my general appearance, hobbies, interests and so on. I kept it fairly casual, stopping to add the obligatory "and what about you? What do you like to do?" questions.
Honestly, I didn't know what I'd expect to get as a response. I didn't know if she'd be timid or guarded or what. Well, she's neither of those - as far as I can tell from an email anyway. If I could imagine what she'd be like in person from how she writes email, she's probably all over the place and super-energetic. She doesn't have time to capitalize, she moves on to the next thought before she completes the first, and she takes full advantage of smiley images. I imagine that she'd have no problem dominating a conversation, but that's what teenagers do, right?
We definitely differ in that she loves to shop. I pride myself on being able to run into a store and be out within fifteen minutes because I have the store layout memorized to maximize my efficiency. I'm not much of a browser, except when it comes to baby gear and crafting supplies. Those categories are sort of retail black holes.
What's facinating to me is that I myself have limited resemblance to any of my half-sisters. I look enough like my full sister that it's obvious we have the same parents, but because my sister really looks like my father and I have more of my mother's features, it's my sister who actually looks like she's related to them. In fact, my sister looks so much like one of my half sisters (or vice versa) you'd think that the two of THEM were full sisters. I think they all have my father's jaw, cheekbones and eye shape. I don't feel like the odd man out or anything, but I do get fairly annoyed when people (women) comment on how attractive my father is/was. Yeah, that's great. I look like my mother.
I'll scan a picture of my parents as soon as I can get into the t.v. room and root around for it. The painter is in there spraying some stinky shit.
Posted by Tiffany at March 11, 2007 11:49 AM | TrackBack