Blue, blue, blue....I love you....sisters!

The other night I downloaded this photo to facebook.  What was I thinking or feeling?  I guess putting blue nail polish on that night reminded me of this photo taken a few years ago at my six sisters and my annual WWW.  WWW is Wild Women's Weekend and this photo shows to the extent we get "wild." 

We have skits and the photo is the result of one of those skits.  Somehow R3 wrangled me, R1, into putting on the wig, fake nails and false eyelashes that were, as you can see, hastily put on.  I don't recall if I was already wearing my blue shirt or if I changed tops quickly to really look blue! 

WWW has involved matching T-Shirts, I think the first time was WWW X when they all came down to my place in Texas to have fun! What a memory that was for all of us.  They flew down on Sun Country and somehow managed to get all six seats in one row.  They created new lyrics to old song while traveling.  They got mentioned by the pilot.  They had people around them wanting to become our "sister" as they could see a fun time to be had.  Both, Paul & I were waiting for them in the airport, as we needed two cars to get them and their luggage to our place.  It's a small enough airport that you knew what flight was landing, so I eagerly awaited their arrival.  People kept coming and coming down from the gates, where are they I wondered? 

When I was about to go the ticket counter to find out if they missed their flight, I saw a mass of lime-green shirted blonds enter the down escalator, singing at the top of their lungs!  "Where's our sister gone? Where's our sister gone?  Pharr, Pharr away!" They had other lyrics that escape me now, but I bet you R7 has them in her mind or computer. 

I guess the point I'm trying to make here is that we sisters are not afraid to have fun; make our presence known; be silly with our skits; laugh outrageously at ourselves; and raise the rooftop with our yelling and screaming while playing games!   We quickly realized that we MUST have our Wild Women's Weekends in free-standing building - cabin or house.  A hotel wouldn't want us!

Don't get me wrong, we have our crying moments, our quiet sharing moments too.  We even have our I-can-still-bug-the-heck-out-of-you-and-get-you-frustrated moments.  It's all called sisterhood and I'm so glad my momma and daddy decided to give me lots of siblings! Looking forward to seeing them in five days!  

Buddies

I have quite a few "buddies," best friends in my life. I also call them "sisters," although some of them of are only sisters of the heart. However, my sisters of my family are my buddies too! How lucky can a person get?

I have six sisters and one brother. I am the oldest and the youngest two (twins) are seventeen years younger than me. There were a few times that strangers would mistake me for their mother when they were infants. My sisters and I have an annual weekend get-away to have fun, laugh, cry and shop. We usually go to a different location every year because we get quite rowdy. We laugh hardily and loud, so we always get a stand-alone cabin or house to stay in so that we don't disturb the neighbors. Anyway, we have had 8 weekends & this October will be our ninth WWW. WWW stands for Wild Women's Weekend. I think that name got started about our 3rd annual weekend when I found these pins for all my sisters that said "Wild Women Don't Get the Blues."

There are some in our family that are "wilder" than the others, and that would be the five oldest. Somehow the wild genes in the family dissipated when it got to the twins. Maybe because mother was actually on birth control for three plus years before they were conceived. Maybe because there was actually a break in the action (births in the family) by four years between them and their next oldest sister. Maybe because they (the twins) saw all the trouble we older ones got into and caused. The twins actually act their age unlike the rest of us!

Anyway I have gotten off the subject a bit, but I consider the twins my buddies. Robyn reminded me that when they were seniors in high school, I had moved back home from California and stayed with my parents and them until I figured out where I was going to work and live. That fall of 1985 we three would get up and go walking about a mile and a half before they headed to school. We would swing our arms and pretend to be grabbing an imaginary good-looking guy in front of us.... his TUSH! "Tush, tush, tush," we would repeat as we swung our arms. We probably never got up our speed of the walk, because we'd start laughing.

My walking buddies and I are walking again. Robyn is in central Wisconsin, Raylene is in northern Wisconsin and I am in southern Texas. Thanks to email, we are going to report to one another about our walk/run every day. We're going to be accountable to one another on our exercise and our food. It should be interesting. I think I'm going to imagine Tom Selleck's tush in front of me.... OOOO WEEEE! You can't stop me now!

Oh, that's right, I'm married. Sorry, hubby, I can grab your tush anytime. Let the Wild Woman in me not get the blues! Peace.