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My baby sister is abandoning me on Thursday.

She is leaving me forever to go off to college, and who knows what kind of trouble she is going to get into.  Everyone knows I am way overprotective, or you should after reading this…so I am a worried mess.

If it was up to me she’d be chained in a library at a dry campus all-girls school, with surveillance from nuns.  Scratch that, because it sounds like the opening scene of some “brown-chicken-brown-cow” flick.

I have tried my best to prepare her for college, being an older sister and all.

Please don’t hate me for that Leika.

But how on earth will she ever survive without me, and my “guidance”

I don’t know either.

So I have made her a little “take care” package.  My way of saying, “please don’t go but if you absolutely have to then you need to be prepared and I can help with that”.

The going-away gift contains all of the things that I never thought about buying but apparently needed once I was on my own.

I also gave her two worded advice, to help her survive.

The best way to make friends is to smell good….truth.

Having snacks is vital.  You make friends by being a junk food dealer, and never go off the deep end out of hunger.

Try not to get sick…..a red, raw nose is never attractive.  Streaming snot will make people avoid you at all costs.

This is more for my sanity.  The girl needs good grades and solid morals, since I had neither.

I also packed a lot of personal surprises in there for her, she loves flamingos.  So I included a flamingo kite, blow up flamingo, and a cookie.  There’s a back scratcher, a cute planner, lots of post-its, and second-hand kitchen utensils.

The best part of this basket….her reactions.


She was a very happy sister.

“When will I fly a kite Christina?”

“Oh my gosh, it’s an edible flamingo!  I can’t eat that!”

“Oh yea, that hits the spot”

“I haven’t had these since summer camp circa 1997”

“Oh man, I love trash liners”

“Now I can be as organized as you”

“We must be a fish family”

Who is excited for kitchen utensils….this girl is.

“Seriously, did dad make you put this in here?”

“Did you steal this from a hotel you cheapo”

*once I told her it was from my Birch Box, I got the reaction above.  Hmmmm. 

“Ummmmm, this is used.  Did you really give me a burnt spatula?”

“A blow up flamingo, where do you find this crap?”

“It’s fine, I’m grateful for all the used and stained stuff.  Except your sheets, that’s not ok”

“Don’t be cheap next time”

“So what are you trying to say with all the smell good stuff”

I’m not trying to say anything Leika….except that’s what they had at the Dollar Store.  I’m sorry about the lint roller, but Scotch tape works just as well.

Even though she made fun of almost everything in the basket, she was very happy to get a bunch of stuff that she hadn’t even thought about.

I think she is ready.

However, I don’t think I am ready for her to be ready.

Can’t I just keep her like this forever….

Best of luck my little Leika.

Written by Christina and Tim

Yesterday my boytoy and I were out on the town, he hung back to let me walk through the sliding doors first.  The girl behind the counter – because let’s face it that is our crazy night on the town – said, “what a gentleman”.

It seemed so insignificant, but it hit home like only Yadier Molina can…with a thump.

This post may come off as bragging to some, but it is more of a holla out to all my ladyfriends that you do not have to date jerks.

jerks, boyfriends, dumb, boys, break up, girlfriend, stupid

Don’t get me wrong….I think everyone should sprinkle in a total loser here and there.  It makes you appreciate the future love of your life, and shows you how strong you really are.  But mostly, it just makes for funny stories later.


You see, I have a little sister and she is swell.  The first time I have to rush over with ice cream and watch her cry over some butt-face-boy will probably induce some sort of internal bleeding.


 I can’t even fathom what that will be like with a daughter.  But that pain is necessary.

As is being single.  We’ve all known a serial monogamist, the person who needs another half like our fishies need that liquid blue stuff they float in.  They jump from relationship to relationship and never discover who they truly are.


I learned more about myself in the year I lived by myself than I had in the oh twenty-vague-something years before that.

Heartache and loneliness are necessary evils.  So you can find yourself, love yourself and then share that warm gooey feeling with someone else.  Plus, now you appreciate them because you’ve dated mister I-think-it’s-hilarious-to-fart-in-your-face-in-public-because-I-am-cooler-than-you guy.  Traumatized I tell ya.

Enough of the bad…on to the good.

I am sure most of you are over the cheesy goodness of my ode to Timbo.  I’ll leave it at 20…although I could go on for days.

The moral of this story is that you all deserve a gentleman.

You can all find a gentleman, because they are still out there.  Dating one is awesome, kind of like dating an alien really.  And once you get your hands on one….don’t ever let him go.

To my baby Leika….please don’t ever get your heart-broken.  I don’t want to go to jail.  Smooches.

Written by Christina and Tim