My Favorite Sister

There are four girls in my family and I am the youngest. Having sisters is one of the most amazing relationships a girl can have. There is a 15 year span from the oldest to the youngest, so the relationship I have with each of my sisters is different because of their age and personality.

Let me tell you about my Favorite Sister.

She is nurturing. She has gotten me through some of the toughest days of my life. She has been there to get me through fashion disasters, terrible haircuts, my awkward teenage years, bullying in school, childhood illnesses, heart breaks and break ups, and most importantly the passing of our parents. She gives great advice when asked for, and sometimes when not asked for. My favorite sister also knows when I just need someone to listen. She grounds me. My sister not only gets me through the tough times, but she always celebrates with me during the great times. She still calls me Sweetheart and Honey.

She is my Home. When I am with her there is no place else I would rather be. When I am homesick, she is who I text, or call for comfort. When I travel to our hometown I know her home is my home. I never feel like a visitor or guest.  I am her family.

She is my inspiration. My sister has been through major health issues and accidents, but she never complains, or slows down. She is a woman of faith and she is the first to help me if I need her, or send me her prays. She was the best daughter to our parents, and I will always be grateful for the love and care she gave them in their last days.

She is my biggest cheerleader! She will always find the one thing that is working for me and compliment it. I sent a selfie once after being in the Texas heat all day. I was literally melting. The texts she sent back were, "You look great, love the hat, your hair is getting so long, I love it".  She loves my crafts, my sewing, and my decorating. She values my opinion on her projects, and takes my suggestions when offered. When I was going through a very difficult move this year she sent prayers, inspirational texts, and always helped me see the humor in my situation. She loves my blog and is always encouraging me to continue. She is always proud of me.

She makes me laugh. My favorite sister has the best sense of humor, and she makes me laugh all the time. There is nothing better in this world than a long belly laugh, and we share that often. No matter what we are doing together, it always includes humor and laughter.

I am sure you are wondering which sister is my favorite.

Her name is Kay Lynn Jean and she is not one, but three.

Like with my children I cannot pick a favorite, because each one of my sisters holds a special place in my heart. Each sister has contributed to who I am today, and I could not love them more.

So, since it is a few days before Thanksgiving, I would like to say just how Thankful I am for my "Favorite Sister".

"A sister is a gift to the heart, a friend to the spirit, a golden thread to the meaning of life."
                                                                                                                       Isadora Jame

The Butter Boy Twins

A few years ago we went on vacation to Florida with our son and his girlfriend. I will call her Betsy. So, Betsy was going to buy presents for her family and we went to the local outlet mall to shop. As we were walking through a kitchen store Betsy decided to get a butter boy for her Dad. I am not sure what happened to her father's butter boy, but he missed him and wanted a new one. Betsy found a butter boy in the store and bought one for her father and we loved it so much we bought one for ourselves.

Are you asking the question, "What is a butter boy?"  A butter boy is a plastic green figure that you put a stick of butter into so you can butter corn on the cob. The figure has a head (lid), and an outfit painted on it.

The butter boy we bought in Florida was taken back to our house in Virginia and left there for the 17 months we lived in temporary housing in Texas. While in Texas we went to an outlet mall and bought a butter boy for us and our daughter for Texas. On October 24th our butter boys, separated at birth, were reunited in our refrigerator in our new house in Texas.

Here is the text exchanges announcing their reunion.
Picture sent by Dad

Son: I take credit for the butter twins
Dad: The Butter Boy Brothers are finally reunited. Look at their different outfits.

Daughter: I am glad both butter boys made it safely to your new residence.
Dad: I am tearing up. (Emoji with a tear)
Daughter: They look like the Property Brother twins. One guy is handy, and the other is in sales.
Son In-law: They look happy to be reunited. I'm sensing lots of butterly love.
Dad: Sent Picture below (notice the writing on the Frig behind them)

Daughter: "Twin Cooling"?
Son In-law: Sent picture below

Son In-Law: Our butter boy isn`t so happy. Looks like he made a failed attempt at suicide.
Dad: You can bring him here to a safe place. (happy face emoji)

I butter cut the blog off here, and keep churning on my next post. I will try to stick to fun blogs and hope they are margarine-ally better than this one.

So Long to Our Apartment

The boxes are all packed,
All the pictures off the wall.
The furniture`s been donated,
And we rented a UHaul.

The kitchen has been cleaned.
The bathroom has been scrubbed.
The floors have all been mopped.
Vacuumed used and then unplugged.

Seventeen months have gone,
In seven hundred square feet.
Four rented garages,
Good-bye to the busy street.

I thought I would be happier,
Maybe jumping up with glee.
Finally moving out of the apartment,
My feelings have surprised me.

I will miss my neighbor Sue,
And the short drive to Market Street.
Being able to walk to Target.
The location can`t be beat.

Major events happened,
While we were living there.
Some were filled with joy.
Some with great despair.

The passing of my Mom,
On my Anniversary day.
The Birth of our Granddaughter,
On the 16th day of May.

The College Graduation,
Of our youngest son this year.
And our first Holiday season,
Was celebrated there.

Although I say so long,
On this 4th day of November.
Events that happened while living here,
Will always be remembered.