Remember when I wrote the post a while back about my pregnant-with-twins sister? Well she also has a twin sister. (Still following?) My sisters are two years younger than me, and being the super cool amazing fantastic older sister that I am (in my opinion, probably not the opinion of my sisters) I thought I should keep things fair and write a post about my other sister. Don't want to piss anyone off.
Sister. Friend. Auntie. Drinks wine with me. Brings me fountain drinks when I call and tell her that "I have been having the worst day ever since you know I stay home with kids all day and they have been running me ragged and I'm tired and exhausted and yes I know I have a fridge stocked with soda but all I want right now is a fountain drink with lots of ice from Sunmart down the street so can you pleeeeeeeease drop what you are doing and bring me one? Before I die?" And she always does. Because I'm her favorite sister. (Sorry Rachel)
A picture of the three of us sisters. The twins are the two on the right. The shortey on the left (me) is the oldest. How did that happen? I want to be five feet nine inches tall!
(This was Halloween. I mean, obviously. We could only wish to be so cool as to dress like this every day. Oh, and Boobie? You can't see her whole costume, but she was the MAC Cosmetics makeup girl for Halloween. I laughed so hard for quite a while that night.)
Oh, real quick. I introduced her as "Brittany," which yes, is her given name, but you will never hear me call her that again. From now on? She will be referred to as Boobie. Before you think I'm crass and totally inappropriate, let me explain. Our last name is Barton. So she was Brittany Barton. My dad shortened it very early on and called her B.B. Somewhere, somehow, that turned in to Boobie. And it stuck. Seriously, I introduce her to new people as, "Meet my sister, Boobie." And now? Everyone calls her Boobie. Her friends, boyfriends, strangers, it's even on her drivers license.
Just kidding. It's not on her drivers license. But it should be.
See, my husband works out of town quite often. And we live in a semi-remote, serial killer's playground type area. (No, a serial killer has never struck in our parts, nor has there been so much as a surprise "BOO!" around here, but I like to be all sorts of dramatic and scary in an effort to guilt Boobie into staying with me while the hubby is gone, and yes, I do use sentences like, "you know, if something happened to your precious nephews and it was because I was here alone, you would never forgive yourself," and no, I don't feel bad about it). So, she stays with me. Up to 5 nights a week. I have the best
sister sisters ever.
Speaking of being an auntie, Boobie is awesome. She IS a second mother to my kids. In general, if anyone other than me or my husband yells or scolds my children, I flip a switch and s%$t will hit the fan. But Auntie Boobie? Hell, she can whomp on my kids if she likes. She's around them about as much as I am, so she has free reign to put them in time-out, smack their bums if they do wrong, and most importantly, force feed them. However, she never does any of the above. Instead, she just loves on my kids. Which, I guess, is okay also.
(Here she is with my first born, Gunner James. And yes, in the second picture, Gunner has a ponytail. I would normally say "don't judge" but in this situation, I don't care. I LOVED him with his ponytail!)
(And here she is with my second baby, Colt Daniel Le. Cue collective "awwwwww")
Random picture of Boobie and I...this was a few years ago, before baby #2 was born. Dad was watching baby #1 and the Boobs and I went out for a girl's night. And I am aware that this picture has been photoshopped within an inch of it's life, (because our skin always looks this silky smooth!) but it's the best I have from
two years ago back in the day.
Now onto the important stuff. Wine. Food. Wine. Boobie indulges me with my wine drinking. And she doesn't judge me. Probably because she drinks as much, if not more, than me. (Let me just interject that a lot of what I say is tongue-in-cheek, humor, exaggerated. I'm not really an alcoholic stay-at-home momma. Really.) But we still enjoy our wine. See?
For some reason, Boobie makes me...different. Not myself. Or maybe, just maybe, she brings out my true self. You be the judge?
However, as much as we love our wine, we loooooove our food. Since Boobie stays with me so often, we always try to come up with healthy but tasty dinners. Boobie? She came up with the.best.burger.I.have.ever.eaten.in.my.life.
IN. MY. LIFE.
It was to die. So good. SO. GOOD. Blue cheese stuffed turkey burgers. With arugula lettuce and sliced tomatoes. Want the recipe? Go here. You can thank Bethenney Frankel later.
However I thank my sister Boobie, who slaved away in my kitchen and made me this delicious meal two nights in a row.
Guys, it was so good. Too good. I love and hate my sister all at once. Love her because she made me the best meal I have ever had in my 30 years. Hate her because I am now five pounds heavier (only because I went back for
seconds thirds fourths.)
So amazing, that it made me want to run outside, about 10 p.m., and do this...
Yes, it was that good.
Goodnight friends. I need to go to bed. If I stay up any longer, crazy Raven might come out.
And you don't want to see that. Trust me.
Don't blame me. Blame the wine. Or Boobie. Whichever.
P.S. Boobie is a successful realtor here in our town, AND she's single. Do I hear any matchmakers?