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Trashtastic Evening

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Hello Duct tape…I love you.

Oh and you too Hefty- enough to wear you all night…

and I’m DAMNED ashamed of the shitty small town I live in… because nobody participates like my sisters & I and it took a solid drink to get us into that bar.

My sister looked at me on our way down…

K- I just realized I’m not ready for the attention this dress is going to bring.

J- Ya think? I have these nightmares stuck to my eyelids and colored eyeshadow for the first time in my life. Trust me, I’m feelin ya.

K- What cha gonna do, right?

J- Go big or go home- and whatever- they always hate us- tonight will be no different.

… that’s about how it was. You just can’t be a city girl in a small town and escape unscathed…. because small town girls are professional haters.

And we do not play to lose.

So we brought on the hate- had a fabulous time and OH! I kept those stupid eyelashes on ALL NIGHT!

I love my baby sister so much. I’m so damn proud of her Duct tape dress. Sigh. I’m not the only crazy crafty bitch in my family. Sweeeeeeeeeet.

And Miss Jamie- who had two days notice and we put her dress together in about 20 minutes. Way to rock those bags girl- I ♥ you!

I have hives on my neck from the tape adhesive on my duct tape flower halter… and it’ll take a few days for my temporary tattoo to wash off.

What a helluva good time! More themes please- I’ve never had so much fun getting ready for a party in my life.

and incidentally? WAY more fun than my last prom.

Just say… no. no. no.

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Ouchy. (ouch in mom-speak) Because hangovers+kids are not for the faint of heart.

Waking up at 8 this morning was like having a train run over my face. Nice image, huh? Felt just as good. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.

At any rate.

When I was 25 years old, I was at home being a mommy- breastfeeding & hanging cloth diapers on the line.. Not a care in the world- happy as hell and fully immersed in my domestic goddessness. We didn’t even have beer in the fridge.

Seriously.

Which leaves me wholly unprepared for keeping up with my baby sister. Ouch.

Do not… I repeat… do NOT drink anything that comes in a bowl…and if you think it’s a good idea at the time? And you do…

You’ll wake up like I did…

Naked except for the beads around your neck… with the taste of maraschino cherries in your mouth…

Oh and the train…

Don’t forget the train…

Duplicate keys.

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My sister Megan just came for a quick 1-day visit. Of all my siblings- 7 sisters and 1 brother… she’s the other half of my childhood. We were punished for being mean to each other, joined forces and REALLY punished for being naughty. We ran away together- tried to build playhouses together (logs and mud- how hard could it be? Lincoln Logs were so easy!) We never made it much further than the third log.

They’ve since turned the 100 acres we grew up on into Ravenwood Drive – one of the ritziest areas in town. They tore out a million trees- ripped apart hillsides and small mountains. It’s all sort of… raped. We used to plant the free trees they gave away on Earth day, and they’re at least 30′ tall now on a hill they’ve just started building a house on. I saw a few of our trees ripped out and turning brown lying on the side of the road. All I could think of was how many people have bagged up those free trees over the years, and I’d be willing to bet that none of them ever thought someone would plant it, let it grow for 20 years only to rip it out to build a big house. At any rate- she’s the only person (aside from our mom) that can really relate to that loss. I miss the sisters we used to be.

Megan Wild-Ass Grass came to visit for a day- my shooting star sister comes to visit every 3 years. I see her face and I have to fight back tears a little. It’s a bond I treasure- and I wish I could spend more time with her. She’s my connection to my childhood- and I love her so so much.

She just spent 3 weeks traveling… Costa Rica, Panama, The Salmon River in the snow… she’s so successful and having the time of her life… and it was absolutely inches-off-the-ground-fabulous to see her- hug her- laugh like hell with her, tell her I love her… :)

We have duplicate keys to the same childhood. We’re only 17 months apart- and we have the same memories about a lot of things. We laugh and bitch about the same things.

We love our baby sister- and we love our mom.

But most of all.. we’re sisters of the closest kind.

I ♥ you Meggie :)