Emily’s Musings

This was an emotional filled weekend. There are a lot of strong personalities in my family, and when all nine siblings get together (or even just a few of us) you can guarantee a weekend of tears, misunderstandings, and miscommunications. Because a few of my family members read this blog, I won’t go into the details of this weekend that had me in tears, and running out of my parents’ house. There are always two sides to every story, and everyone has their own perception, which of course, is always correct.

Amongst all this confusion, I still had a great time visiting with my favorite sister Jenn who came up to Utah from California to visit this weekend. She timed her trip to see me, my sister Charmain (who was visiting from Indiana) and my sister Allison (who moves to Kansas tomorrow) all during the same weekend.

Although Jenn is 10 years older than me, we have been BFF’s since I can remember. She got married when I was nine (Yeah, that would make her 19 years old when she got married, and I followed in her footsteps 10 years later by getting married at 19 myself, on the EXACT same day she did. Neither of those coincidences were planned) and my whole world changed, because I had to share her with her husband, Scott. Life was so hard at the tender age of nine . . .

Jenn and I talk A LOT, almost every day or so. And I’m just going to set the record straight here, Jenn is a LONG talker. This is no surprise to her, or anyone that knows her. It is who she is, and even if she tried, it would be impossible for her close a conversation in 10 seconds. Because to say goodbye on the phone takes at least 15 minutes. I love this about her, even when I try to tell her again and again that my dogs ran off, or I have to get in the shower, or someone is on the other line, or that my house is burning down, and I REALLY should call 911. She never rushes me off the phone and I never feel like I’ve caught her at a bad time. It’s almost like her whole day is catered to my call, and the world MUST STAND STILL. Because we have important things to talk about like, Hannah, and expensive night cream, and food, and crazy people, WHO ARE NOT US.

Jenn loves Hannah and if I don’t keep a close watch on my little one, I might find her sneaking off to California with Hannah in tow.

We have both wondered why we weren’t twins, and why I have Brian for a twin. My twin, Brian, is like Ashton Kutcher. He acts like him, he kind of looks like him, and they both like women who are 12 years away from their age. Where Ashton likes his women older, Brian likes his young . . . and impressionable. Brian, who is now 30 (you know, because he is my EXACT age), likes to date 19 year olds.

The other night, he took both Jenn and me to dinner. He walked in to the restaurant in workout clothing that only single people work out in. What you wear to the gym definitely says “I’m single” or “I’m frump a dump and taken.” Apparently, I looked more of the part of “frump a dump 8 months pregnant mom” because he said:

“Em! You’re looking big!” (as if I had never seen my large, round pregnant self in a mirror)

“When are you due? Next month?”

All I could say was, “Yeah dude, I’m due next month, on JUNE 38th.”

And my twin brother pointing out my very large body was not even what brought me to tears this weekend. It was actually the comical part.