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March 29, 2012

One can never have too many sisters.

I was raised, by my mom, with two younger sisters and a little brother.  When I was a pre-teen I started asking my mom, about my bio dad.  Not because I was unhappy with my life, but because I wanted about that side of me, I mean, who doesn't?!

She was very upfront and honest about it, told me his name and how she met him, why I was conceived, I already knew how, and she also told me of how he might have been skeptical as to my real paternity.  So, I held on to that information for about six years, until I was eighteen, when I called Information and got my fathers number, yeah, it was really that easy to find him.  Six months after having his number, my best friend and roommate at the time, Lee, decided that I had waited long enough, and frankly she was tired of me pondering the 'what if's' and the 'why haven't I's', she picked up the phone, dialed my dads number, waited until someone answered, then handed me the phone.  Best thing that sneaky bitch ever did for me, and she did a lot of great things for me.

So then a few months later, my dad and step mom came up for a weekend visit, and for the next two years, we had off and on contact via phone.  Insert fifteen years of me being preoccupied with life, kids, husband and a slight bitterness to my bio dad, for not telling his kids about me, which I've completely let go of now.  And you put us to about two years ago, when my kids got tired of me talking about the 'what if's' and 'why haven't I's', when it came to my unknown siblings, and convinced me to contact them via MySpace and Facebook, so I did, and although there it was weird at first, my three sisters and my brother and I, have bonded in our own ways.

Fast forward to three weeks ago, when my two younger sisters came to town.  M, the one right below me, had a business trip in Seattle, which just happens to be about a half hour from me, and A, the one right below her, came with her for the weekend.  So, the dolls and I were invited to meet them in the big city for lunch and some 'get to know you in person' time.

Let me just tell you how incredibly nervous I was, sitting in the restaurant, waiting for them to come in.  Should I run up and hug them, shake their hand, squeal like a little school girl.  
And then they walked in, and all I could do was jump up and run to them, arms wide open.

We had a fabulous day, did some shopping and walking, and drinking, I was a horrible tour guide since I've only been to the city a few times in my 28 years here in WA.  Then we found a brewery, and that's where the fun really started. I found out that, even though were weren't raised together, or that we even knew each other until two and a half years ago, we were a lot alike.  Then the younger of my sisters brought me a drink....Evidently I will drink anything, because I didn't even ask or care what was in it, I just drank it, then another, and maybe another, with a couple of beers in between.  Did I mention I was a little nervous???

Sister M, with the cashier/bartender at the cute little shop in Pike Place, where with every purchase you get a shot of tequila.  Who wouldn't buy something?

The beer I was drinking in the Pike Brewery.  

A and D, my dolls, in front of the infamous Gum Wall in Post Alley, Seattle, WA.

Sister A, wrote this.  She was so excited, since she'd never graffitied before.  We were proud. 

Then we go walking around for a little while longer, and then, we have to say goodbye. *Sidenote:  I start to fade in and out of a black out at this point due to the fact that the drinks that A was buying me were called Adios MotherF*ckers.  We'll get to that later, but for now....
As happy as our day was, is exactly how sad we were to have it end.  Tears were flowing, and there were a lot of 'I don't want you to leave' and 'come home with us' type talk.  Then we went our separate ways.

As the dolls and I were walking back to catch a taxi to our bus terminal, I started to sober up and realized I was carrying a rather large sign.........................

The sign I was given.  What does it mean???  Also, I don't think it will fit in a scrapbook.

"Why am I carrying this sign?"  I ask my lovely daughters.
"Really?  You've been carrying it around for the last half hour!!!"
"Seriously??"  I reply, followed by "But where did I get it?"
Then the dolls tell me that while A was trying to get a picture of me and the dolls, she bumped into this sign and it nearly fell on her, so she picked it up and gave it to me, as a memento of our time together.
"Ohhhh, why do I have no memory of this?"  I question.
"It might have had something to do with all the drinks you were having."  Says D, slightly very sarcastically.
"What, it was just a couple beers and a couple rum and pineapple juices, how does that make me black out?"
"Well mother" D explains, "That wasn't just rum, it was rum, vodka and tequila with pineapple juice"

-_-  was probably the look on my face as she explains this.

I also, evidently peed, on the stairs, on the back side of The Pike Street Market.  I know, charming right??  But hey, I'm a shy pee-er, so I obviously had to go really really bad, to go there.  I'm sure the alcohol had nothing to do with it.

Needless to say, the entire night, even my half hour blackout, was amazing, except for one thing.  The only picture I have of me and the sisters is kind of dark, but I'm glad we got the chance to take it, and I can't wait to meet the rest of my siblings.
We had a great time.  I love them already, I think I did before I even met them.
I certainly don't want to go another 38 years before I see them again.  Maybe since I lost my job, it would be a good time to go meet the rest of them after D graduates and A gets hitched, a family trip to AZ, at the end of summer.  

Sounds perfect!

Tata for today my pretties!!!

1 comment:

  1. I'm so glad you finally got to realize your dream and I hope it works out for you to see them this summer. That family needs to experience more of your awesomeness. love`n hugs, Grams


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