Why my sister and I have mutual respect

  I was waiting in line the other day and couldn't help but overhear (she was talking very loudly) a lady talking about her sister, about how she was such a pain and never did anything for anybody and so forth and so on.

I immediately remembered that I hadn't rung my sister for some time. I had emailed her ( to tell her about the blog) and we get updates from Facebook, but I hadn't rung.

That aside I also remembered why I had a great relationship with my sister = Mutual respect.

This didn't occur right from the start. No way. This had to be earned because we, like large numbers of young siblings, were at odds with each other to begin with. I would play jokes on her constantly and she would niggle me and we would find new ways to annoy each other and around and around it went.

It got to the point that other people would say to us when we were out with my parents, " Are you two being nice to each other yet?"

Anyway,  mutual respect was finally reached after "The Piano lesson" incident. It went down something like this........

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Grandma on the Go was a night Charge Sister for intensive care at the hospital and slept during the day, so we had to come home from school ourselves and on Wednesdays go to our piano lessons around the corner. We were allowed to ride our bikes there and back on the footpath.

SO, after my lesson I thought it would be funny if I let my sisters bike tyre down a little while she was having her lesson and she would have to walk home.

I let a little air out and checked, "nah not enough",  let a lot more out , "whoa OK that's pretty flat".

Off I rode.

When she finally did arrive home and found out that it was I who caused the walk home and worse, continued to laugh at her about it, a dark rage came over her.

She picked up a screwdriver that I had been using on my bike and threw it in a frustrated swoop. As she flung the screwdriver at me I tried to dodge it only to have the bladed end hit me fair square in the fleshy part of my elbow.

And the blood began to flow. As we apologized to each other over and over again, we still  had to decide what we were going to do :

1) Wake up Grandma on the Go and risk the wrath consequences of a sleep deprived mother
2) Cover up the crime and deny the blood was our doing/fault

So number 2 it was then . We hid my jeans in the clothes basket to be washed and we agreed that it was finished. To this day I'm pretty sure only the two of us know what happened.

As I look back on this now I realised that it wasn't the fact that I got hurt that changed the dynamic between us , it was the simple realisation that we only had each other and that was it. It obviously is not something that everyone gets or has because I constantly hear about peoples poor relationships with their siblings. So I count myself lucky.

Now if you'll excuse me I have to go make a phone call.

If that's what 3D-TV does then I'm not getting one.....

From the LG High Definition 3D TV manual......

Slow motion Vibrations

Ultra slow motion video of vibration

Ultra Cool

Admit it dearest , you love {TV show I don't want to watch}

I got caught laughing whilst not watching Offspring* and it reminded me of how often when I sit down to not watch a television show that I don't want to watch, I wind up; well kind of enjoying it.


On a weekend the TV will be going in the background whilst the family catches up on the stuff that didn't get done during the week and the kids will often have Scooby Doo or some other cartoon on. 


And before I know it we are having a discussion about the show along the lines of :


"how come Fred doesn't notice how Daphne feels about him "

and 


"why doesn't Shaggy just tell Scooby Doo about Velma and him ?

It's not that I dislike Scooby Doo , I just don't deliberately set aside time to watch it, yet when it's on I stop and watch and chuckle at every "and I would have gotten away with it if it wasn't for you meddling kids"


The same goes for all the RomComs that are on such as Winners and Losers and the rest of them. I grumble and groan about the mere suggestion of them being watched , because I want to watch something else (even though I don't know what that is.) But once they're on I find myself watching. 


As a keen amateur psychologist, I have decided I do this because I am comparing my life with these peoples lives and ensuring mine is perfect compared to theirs.

Case closed.






*For all my overseas readers = Offspring is a TV serial about an female obstetrician who has completely dysfunctional relationships with men and a family who rely on her completely to fix all their problems and communicate with each other. 


Its just like me except she has a brother and I don't.

Light Stop Motion , in a music video.....

Early Morning Bed Wrestling Championships

It's just before 6 AM and there is a light pitter patter of footsteps outside our bedroom door. These footsteps signal that The World Championship Bed Wrestling is about to begin. These matches occur on most mornings and its a pretty intense affair as we don't have a big bed, only a queen size so when the kids other combatants come in,  its on for young and old.

 Picture courtesy of fiveprime.org

Not accurate representation of actual events

The match usually starts with a "slide in next to one of us" move, followed up by a "feel how cold my feet are" (this move is always delivered with a giggle).  A couple of kidney heel kicks and the match is in full swing.

One well known fact about the Domestic Goddess is that she likes her sleep.

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No I mean she really likes her sleep. As in - if you disturb a sleep-in for any reason other that one of your limbs is hanging by its last tendon, you had better have just updated your insurance. So these early morning matches are not amusing to her and she has been known to disallow any match taking place before 6 am.

But I digress, the next move is purely defensive , "if you don't stop wriggling you can get out !", but by now everyone is wide awake and the match is almost over. A couple of "hey that's my leg" and a "how sharp is your elbow?" and that's it. 

As I enter the kitchen and begin the morning rituals of getting  the coffee on , get the kids lunches done and breakfast on the go I think to my self - I wouldn't change any of this for anything.


Disclaimer - No spandex is worn by any competitor during these matches.