This is my sees (pronounced sEE-s, short for sister), Allison. She demanded that I write a blog post about her, so here it goes.
She's a sassy pants.
She's 19. Almost 20. That's weird because in my head she will always be about 6 or 7 and my brother Dylan (who is 15) will be about 2 or 3. That's what happens when you're the oldest.
She's been a sassy pants since she was born. Here she is being sassy with my grandpa in some red pants.
Grandpa has an awesome Bill Cosby sweater going on here. Miss him.
I call her Al. I can't remember the last time I called her Allison out loud. It just sounds weird. She calls me Shan, as does the rest of my family. If they call me Shannon, I'm usually in trouble. I also call her Abolina Pat Sajak, which was the alias she chose for herself when we were little.
Sometimes Al and I like to go on adventures. A few winters ago we went shopping at Von Maur and were looking at some super gaudy Betsey Johnson bracelets. They looked kind of like this. It was right before Christmas, so I picked up a bracelet and started shaking out the tune of Jingle Bells on this jangley bracelet. Then I got caught by the jewelry counter lady. She was unamused. Al had my back though. We briskly said we were "just looking" and walked away quickly, muttering, "totes got caught playing jingle bells on the bracelet". We still say that to this day when we get in trouble.
Once we went out for dinner and after we stopped to grab some mints by the hostess stand. I grabbed one, she grabbed three. Some random man said, "you're only supposed to take one". Al responded, "you're not my dad" and walked away. The look on that dude's face was priceless.
We liked to make my mom crazy by pretending to try to get into other people's cars in the grocery store parking lot. We would walk up to a car, act like we were opening the door, and then yell "OH WAIT. THIS ISN'T MY CAR" and run away. I'm not exactly sure why.
We're weird. We get that.
She's been my partner in crime for the past 19 years, 10 months, and 16 days.
Once we went out for dinner and after we stopped to grab some mints by the hostess stand. I grabbed one, she grabbed three. Some random man said, "you're only supposed to take one". Al responded, "you're not my dad" and walked away. The look on that dude's face was priceless.
We liked to make my mom crazy by pretending to try to get into other people's cars in the grocery store parking lot. We would walk up to a car, act like we were opening the door, and then yell "OH WAIT. THIS ISN'T MY CAR" and run away. I'm not exactly sure why.
We're weird. We get that.
She's been my partner in crime for the past 19 years, 10 months, and 16 days.
Same confused facial expression at her senior prom. Mom was doing something weird probably.
She's studying to be a fancy nurse now. She's wanted to be a nurse ever since I can remember. A nurse or a mommy, is what she used to say when she was little. She will be a great one, as she is the most caring person I know.
So, hey sees, I wrote this post for you. I know you're reading. Love you.
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