Life with Siblings... Thanks, Mom.

This pretty much sums up the way I was raised...

Isn't it amazing what these two photos can do for you and your depiction of me as a person?

I've always (well...  for the past few years...) considered myself amazingly lucky to have the family that I do.  I think about it often, but because of recent events-- now more than ever.  I love my family soooo much.  We're all perfect for each other and I absolutely adore my siblings.
I grew up in (am still growing up in) a primarily happy house in which anything other than benevolent intentions did (/does) not fly.
It still blows my mind as to how my mom managed to do that so perfectly.

In all my years of observations, I've concluded that siblings typically magnify each other in public, which to an effect means that siblings bring out the best and the worst in each other.  ESPECIALLY IN PUBLIC.

Some of my siblings make me seem much smarter or much more sarcastic, others make me seem like a total stickler and a boring dweeb.  It all depends on who we're with.

Today, I fed some llamas with my youngest sister (as per the norm) and I really truly love her.  She's adorable in every way--even when she's not.

'Those Who've Seen Us Know that not a Thing Could Come Between Us"
~Irving Berlin

My sisters are THE GREATEST.  
'nuff said.

I come from probably the best family ever.  We're witty, hilarious, brilliant, artistic, musical, and Extremely humble.  Especially me.
[Right now I'm pretty much going crazy (as you can probably tell by the way that this is just weird and doesn't make much sense/is plausibly not at all interesting) because I've temporarily (in a sense) lost my brothers!  I have no one to stay up late and talk things through with...  which is why  this post is so meandering in content--I can't talk through it!]

All things considered this week, I've actually questioned some of my resolves.  My mom has been so stupendous that I want to be as cool as her too.  I'm considering abandoning a college career in music composition and going for sociology instead.  The field itself fascinates me and I think it would be even more applicable to life... after all, it's sort of all about life...

Ya, that's pretty much it.
I love my family. we're a great bunch.

Wanna know some of what makes us so fantastic?


Humor.

That's it for ya, folks.
For example, there was once an entire family road trip over which my two brothers decided to call me 'meg' not because it's my name, but because they had come up with some delusional idea to make it all interesting through making the trip into a documentary. They based in on a documentary I'd recently seen about wolves. I was the omega of the pack apparently, so that's what they called me. No hard feelings, really, I mean they did it to me because I'm good at reacting just right, and actually, I quite liked the attention of it...

ya, I could really talk about this forever, but I'd use up all of your precious time... and all of the commas known to man.

mmhmm.