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Friday, 16 July 2004
I'm not one to say that my family is the greatest or the worst. I just think we're nuts and sometimes a little helpless. Like my sister. She phones me up, at work I might add, to ask my advice. Is it life-altering? Earth-shattering? NO. Me: Hello, workplace. Sister: Hello? Is this B's handy help line? Me: What did you break? Sister: Nothing. I just need your expertise. Me: What did you break? Sister: How do you paint a door? Me: WHAT?! Get some paint and put it on. What do you mean how do you paint a door? Sister: Should I clean it and how do I paint it? Then we got into a discussion about taking the door off the hinges. Hey, good idea my sister figures. I also mention removing all of the hardware. Hey, no having to worry about paint getting all over anything. As I am supposed to be at work doing work things, she then proceeds to go into detail about her new job. In between taking phone calls and other things, I'm somewhat listening to her going on about her life. Finally, I end the call. She phones back. Sister: Something happened. Me: What did you do? Sister: I think I may have screwed something up. It's all blotchy. Me: What do you mean it's all blotchy? Sister: I put alot on right away and tried to smooth it out. Is that right? Me: You're painting a door that was only ever stained once. It'll soak up a lot of paint, especially in some areas. Let it dry for about an hour and do another coat. Basically what I'm saying is, "I'll probably be over later to fix it.". I know my sister means well and I appreciate the fact that she comes to me for advice. But, this is also the same sister who started asking ME for marital advice when I was 15. Sometimes, she's not exactly stable. I tried to explain to her once that letting my 15 year old niece's loser boyfriend move in was a bad idea. Hey, I tried to be the good aunt. She got mad. When she gets mad, she internalizes. Gets really quiet and doesn't say much to the person she's mad at. Then, she pretends that everything is fine and she's not offended with what you've just told her. It's like her trying to get me to go to church. It doesn't matter to me what anyone else believes, but I'm just not into the church thing. You could wake up one day and believe that your dining room chair is your God and you wanted to worship it. Whatever floats your boat. Doesn't matter. I don't want to go and she's offended by this. But according to my sister, if you're not Christian you're going to hell. I always bug her and tell her that I'll be in good company and finally warm. Besides, I was never baptized so my ticket in is assured. Then she pressures me and I tell her that I have more respect for monks who spend their entire lives climbing up that temple (you know the ones who have to decifer the meaning in the pictographs) than I do most Christians. And why do they do it? Enlightenment. But, that's just my opinion. I'm sure there are alot of very upstanding, God-fearing people out there who are wonderful and would disagree with me. And that's okay. So, with that, I shall bid all adieu (for today at least). B
Posted by brookside10 at 5:01 AM MDT
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